Chapter 704: Taboo Dark Mother

"Shh... you should let your mom take care of you," she whispered. "See? You shouldn’t have been this hard for so long. You need to cum, baby." She pressed one soft finger against my lips to silence me, while her other hand wrapped firmly around my cock and began stroking it with slow, passionate care, the way a proper mother might soothe something that needed attention.

Her warm fingers slid up and down the thick, throbbing length, spreading the precum that kept leaking from the tip.

"Ahhh... it hurts," I groaned. My cock ached from the intensity. It was so hard, so swollen and throbbing that it felt almost painful. I didn’t understand what was happening to me.

I had already cum so much only moments ago, and yet now it felt like I had been holding everything back for years, the pressure building higher and higher under her skilled hand.

The woman finally moved away from my body. She climbed onto the bed, glancing back at me over her shoulder with that same knowing look, then turned and laid down on her back right at the edge of the mattress.

She folded her thick thighs up and spread them wide, opening herself completely so I could see exactly what she was offering.

"Ahhh... come here, baby," she moaned, using her fingers to gently spread her soft pink pussy lips apart. She began fingering herself slowly, sliding two fingers in and out of her wet, glistening entrance while she watched me with half-lidded eyes. The wet sounds of her arousal filled the quiet cabin. "Give your mom your cock..."

I just stared, frozen for a moment by the sight.

This mature, older woman was lying there completely open, fingering her own soft pink folds, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each breath, her body flushed and inviting. Her pussy looked so damn soft and wet, swollen, shiny, and dripping with need.

The potion was still spinning through my head, mixing with the dark, taboo heat of her words until clear thought became almost impossible.

I moved closer to the edge of the bed. My massive cock felt heavy, aching, and almost too hard in my hand as I gripped it tightly, lining the thick, swollen head up with the warm, slick entrance of her motherly pussy, ready to push inside and lose myself completely.

"Ahhh... you want to cum in your mom, right?... ahhh—" the woman moaned the moment the fat, swollen tip of my cock pressed against the soft, wet entrance of her pussy. Just that light contact was enough to make her voice tremble with need.

Suddenly I heard a sound outside the cabin door. A soft scrape, almost like a footstep. I looked sharply toward the door. For a brief second the dark figure was there again, standing motionless at the cabin door window, watching.

"Did you see that?" I asked, my voice tight. I glanced back at the woman whose pussy I was just about to enter, then quickly looked at the door again. No one was there now. The window was empty.

"Ahhh... there is nobody, son," the woman said softly, her voice steady and almost soothing. "Just look at your mother. No one is there."

I stared at the door one more time. Nothing. Empty darkness. But my cock was hurting more than ever, throbbing so hard it felt like the skin might split, the pressure from the potion and the filthy situation making every second of waiting almost unbearable.

"See... your mom is hurting for you," she whispered, biting down on her lower lip as she watched me. "Your cock is so big... would you be rough on your mother?" Her soft pink entrance twitched under the heavy head of my cock, already stretched just from the pressure of the tip, waiting to be forced open.

Taboo thoughts swirled thickly through my head, mixed with the spinning heat of the potion. The words she kept using, the way she looked at me, the way she offered herself, it was all sinking deeper.

"You want your son to be rough with you?" I asked, my voice low and rough, the question tasting darker than anything I had said so far.

"Ahhh... yeah," she moaned, her eyes half-lidded and full of open hunger. "I want you to ruin your mother’s pussy... fill me up with your cum."

I rubbed the thick, rock-hard length of my cock harder against her slick entrance, dragging the swollen head up and down through her wet folds, coating myself in her heat.

Every slow grind made her gasp. I was ready to push inside at any second, ready to stretch her, fill her, and lose myself completely in the filthy, motherly warmth she was offering.

She wasn’t my mother. I knew that.

But everything she was doing, the soft voice, the way she looked at me, the filthy words she kept using, made me believe she was. Maybe I really was hallucinating from the side effects of that potion. The edges of reality felt soft and blurred. My thoughts kept slipping.

I knew we had both gone too far. There was no going back now. I had already lost myself in the dark, taboo lust of this mature woman who insisted on calling herself my mother, and I was ready to sink even deeper into the sin.

A heavy sleepiness pressed down on me at the same time. It felt like I might collapse at any second. Sometimes it felt like I wasn’t even myself anymore, like something else was moving through my body, guiding my hands and my hips. I didn’t fully understand what was happening to me, but one thing remained clear and sharp: I wanted to lose myself completely inside this mother’s warm, wet heat.

I slowly pushed the thick, swollen head of my cock forward. Her soft entrance stretched around me, tight and slick, resisting for a moment before giving way.

"Ahhh... don’t stop, baby... fill me up," the woman moaned, her voice thick with need as she felt herself opening for me.

"Ahhh... it’s so warm," I groaned as I kept pushing, forcing my whole thick length inside her inch by inch.

Her mature heat wrapped around me completely, wet, soft, and overwhelming. The deeper I went, the harder it became to think about anything else.

Her pussy clenched and fluttered around the invading shaft, pulling me in until my hips finally pressed flush against her soft thighs and I bottomed out inside her.

The woman reached up with her hands and pinched her own stiff pink nipples hard, twisting it while I was buried to the hilt in her pussy. The extra stimulation made her walls squeeze even tighter around me.

She was a really filthy mother, completely shameless, using her own body to heighten every second of the taboo pleasure.