Chapter 19: Intoxicated Mother (R18)

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"Mother? Mother?" I lightly tapped my mother's back at the dining table, calling out to her.

"Mmm..."

My mother was slightly better than my father, not completely unconscious, but her response to my call was merely a symbolic hum, without any movement.

Looking at my beloved mother, I couldn't help but lean in closer to admire her carefully.

My mother was cradled by the sturdy structure of the table. Her arm, folded underneath her, served as a makeshift pillow where her head comfortably found rest. Her face, the epitome of beauty, was turned towards me, capturing my full attention with an allure that never faded. Her allure was not merely skin deep, it radiated from an inner strength and grace, only accentuated by her physical beauty.

Her lips, a vibrant shade of red, were like a pair of exotic flowers in full bloom. They held a certain allure, an invitation to the most intimate of conversations and the warmest of smiles. Her nose, delicate and soft, was perfectly sculpted, harmoniously merging with the rest of her face.

Her eyes, large and expressive, were a mirror to her soul. Their depths were filled with countless tales of love, life, and wisdom that she had amassed over the years. Framing these pools of emotion were her lashes—long, lush, and neatly arranged, like a set of curtains that only served to enhance the grandeur of her eyes.

Upon her forehead were a few strands of hair. They danced to their own rhythm, slightly unruly yet paradoxically adding to her perfect image. A playful hint of chaos, that seemed to say she wasn't untouched by the imperfections of life.

Her cheeks, slightly flushed from the alcohol she had consumed, painted a rosy hue across her face. They were not just a testament to her current inebriated state, but also an additional layer to her allure. The flush only enhanced her beauty, making her even more enchanting, like the setting sun casting a golden glow on everything it touched. Her beauty was intoxicating, captivating, a testament to her inner resilience and poise—she was the perfect embodiment of a masterpiece that life had carefully crafted.

The elevated gaze had no obstruction and penetrated through the collar of her sleepwear, capturing the sight of her full and perky breasts. The white bra was slightly pushed towards the centre, forming a deep and enticing cleavage, tempting one to reach out and explore further.

With the addition of her forward-leaning posture, exposing her soft and shapely buttocks, this enticing display made me unable to restrain myself any longer.

I lifted my mother up from her waist, quickly walked towards the bedroom, and instinctively, she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her rosy lips slightly parted, emitting a fragrant and intoxicating breath.

As the warm and fragrant breath brushed against my ear, I felt an electric current coursing through my entire body.

My mother had no idea how much her unintentional actions while intoxicated aroused me. My erect cock was now harder than steel.

I increased my pace, taking two steps in place of one, and swiftly entered the room, gently laying my mother's mature body on the bed.

I turned on the study desk lamp in the room. The lighting wasn't very bright, barely illuminating half of the room, but it was sufficient. The non-dazzling light allowed my mother to continue in her peaceful slumber.

Trembling, I climbed onto the bed, gazing at my mother's serene and tranquil face in her deep sleep, inadvertently falling into a daze.

Every inch of my mother's face was exquisitely flawless, perfectly balanced. She was nothing short of a sleeping beauty from legends.

Unable to contain my excitement, I swiftly removed both my and my mother's clothes, exposing that unknown devilish figure to the air.

Her fair and translucent feet, elegantly curved calves, alluringly white and tender thighs, fragrant and supple buttocks, slender and flat waist, proudly standing perky bosom, and swan-like slender neck—every part was a perfect existence. When combined, they created an unparalleled masterpiece that not even the heavens could replicate.

With her stunning face, devilish figure, serene demeanour, and the added intoxication from alcohol, my mother appeared both innocent and desirable. The intense desire surged into my brain, and without hesitation, I discarded my clothes, leaving me naked and straddling my mother's delicate body.

Instead of sitting on my mother, I propped myself up with my elbows on the bed, gripping a pair of full and voluptuous breasts, gently kneading them.

It had been six months since I last played with my mother's body, and this time, I wanted to thoroughly enjoy it.

Mother's breasts were truly exquisite—they were big, round, firm, and white. These words alone weren't enough to describe the exceptional beauty of her breasts. Even compared to Anri Okita's breasts, my mother's were slightly superior, and they were perfectly proportioned, perky and defied gravity. Even when lying flat on the bed without any external force compressing them, her two beautiful breasts did not sag to the sides but naturally converged towards the centre, forming a moderately sized cleavage. They were not like some intentionally enhanced breasts.

Squeezing them in my hands, they were soft and could be described crudely as dough, slightly greased and incredibly smooth.

On top of these two mounds of flesh, stood two proud, pink buds. They were so tender and delicate that one couldn't believe they belonged to a married woman. The same pure pink shade adorned the two areolas, exuding an unprecedented purity.

I involuntarily used my thumbs and index fingers to pinch the nipples gently, rotating them.

"Mmm... Hmm..."

My drunken mother murmured unconsciously in her sleep, as if resisting the violation of her most sensitive nipples.

Hearing my mother's soft, cat-like voice, my eyes turned bloodshot.

However, I forcefully suppressed my inner urges because today I must thoroughly appreciate every inch of my mother's physical body.

But first, I wanted to collect some interest. I lowered my head and took one of her pink nipples into my mouth. A sweet fragrance filled my mouth, and when I got closer, I could even smell the intoxicating mature woman's scent emanating from her body.

I alternated between licking, lightly biting, and sucking the nipple and its areola. With both hands firmly grasping and kneading her large breasts, I felt the softness and the flesh overflowing between my fingers, proof of the force I applied.

"Oh... Mmm... Hmm..."

Even in her slumber, the most sensitive area being toyed with, my mother couldn't resist and instinctively emitted dreamy sounds, whether in discomfort or excitement.

I became more addicted as I played, forcefully pushing my mother's breasts towards the centre, forming a deep cleavage. Then, I buried my face in that deep crevice, desperately inhaling the intoxicating fragrance.

When I could barely catch my breath, I raised my head and continued my assault on the two cherry-like nipples.

After such a long period of teasing, my mother's nipples were completely erect. With a gentle flick of my fingers, they displayed infinite elasticity, swaying back into place no matter how forcefully I manipulated them, like mischievous and stubborn sprites.

I lost track of time, and my mother's pair of breasts were coated in my saliva. Slowly, I moved downwards, extending my tongue to lick every inch of her skin.

My mother's smooth skin felt like it was made of water, even after prolonged licking, there was no dryness. Her fair and tender body had a lubricating effect that allowed me to explore every corner.

Her waist, beautiful legs, delicate feet, fingers and toes, neck, armpits—every part of my mother's body bore the traces of my kisses. Even the most prone-to-sweating areas, her beautiful feet and armpits, emitted not even a hint of odour, only an irresistible fragrance.

I tirelessly kissed and greedily breathed in my mother's body scent until I had licked her entire body.

Finally, I reached that place intended to please men—the most sacred and intimate part of a woman, her pussy.

This was the first time I had admired my mother's beautiful vagina from such a close distance. During the previous session, I was solely focused on indulging in her body and didn't consciously appreciate it. Additionally, the circumstances at that time didn't allow me to do so. As a result, I missed the opportunity to fully appreciate my mother's body, a regret that frequently resurfaced during the past six months.

When I saw my mother's pussy clearly, I was left stupefied.

I didn't know how to describe it—it was breathtakingly beautiful, flawless. Words that shouldn't be used to describe it became the most fitting.

A shade of pink met my eyes, and the thin labia were exceptionally tender, far from what a married woman should possess. No! Even an inexperienced young girl would rarely have such a tender cave.

The labia pressed tightly against the mysterious little opening, like a window tightly shut.

I eagerly parted it, revealing the urethral opening and the crescent-shaped vaginal opening. They were the same delicate pink, glistening with the natural secretions of pleasure, appearing translucent and breathtakingly beautiful.

But there was more to astonish. There wasn't a single pubic hair around my mother's pussy, making it immaculately clean. It was beyond words, except for the sacredness it exuded. My mother was truly pure.

Perhaps these simple descriptions aren't enough to convey the perfection of my mother's intimate area, but one word can capture its essence: desire.

Yes, desire. Seeing such an exquisite treasure, I unexpectedly felt a strong desire.

Not the kind of appetite to devour, but to lick, to savour.

Unlike other women, my mother's honeyed pussy wasn't discoloured or covered in thick, discomforting pubic hair. It was pristine, and no words other than divine could describe it.

"Um..."

I was transfixed, like a sculpture, gazing at my mother's intimate area, until her lazy hum brought me back to reality.

In the next moment, my own actions seemed perverse even to me. I spread my mother's labia apart, pressing my nose tightly against her opening, inhaling deeply.

The fragrance remained as alluring as ever, without a trace of unpleasantness.

As I withdrew my hands, the two folds of the labia closed around my nostrils, and I couldn't help but imagine that during the time I forcibly took my mother, these tender pink lips had tightly encased my dark cock, fluttering with every thrust.

I couldn't resist extending my tongue to taste, engulfing my mouth with my mother's nectar, losing myself in the moment.

It wasn't repulsive or unpleasant; on the contrary, it had a delicate aroma, best described as sweet and delectable.

I was consumed by an insatiable frenzy, like a hungry refugee, never able to satisfy my hunger, never knowing contentment.

"Ah... Mm... Mm... Ah... Mm..."

Intense stimulation elicited a series of moans from my mother, her small hands clutching the bedsheets tightly. Her beautiful legs moved restlessly, her waist uncontrollably arched, forming an elegant curve with her upper body.

Her delicate cries were like encouragement to me. I intensified my licking, extending my tongue forcefully, relentlessly delving into her honeyed passage.

A surge of love juices sprayed out continuously, drenching my face and saturating the large expanse of the bedsheet beneath us.

"Ah... Ah... Mm... Ah..."

I surmised this might be the first time my mother had experienced oral pleasure, given her intense reactions even in her sleep. Her soft moans testified to how much she was enjoying it.

I adjusted my position, kneeling between my mother's beautiful legs, threading my hands underneath her thighs. She used her supple legs to clamp my head, and I raised my arms, grabbing her proud breasts once again.

Now, both of my mother's most sensitive areas were under attack, and the intense pleasure caused a solitary teardrop to roll down her eye. It could only be tears of bliss because the slumbering mother didn't know she was being pleasured by someone other than her husband, and she felt no humiliation—only immense happiness.

As for me, who was striving between her legs, I didn't witness any of this. At that moment, I was fully focused on licking her sweet pussy nectar, as my mother neared the climax. Her opening contracted rhythmically, and I knew she was about to reach orgasm. I continued to lick and suck, using every technique I knew.

Indeed, after just a few more licks, my mother's moans became more urgent.

"Ah... Ah... No... Mm... Ah... Uh, uh, uh..."

As she tightly squeezed her legs, trembling all over, copious amounts of nectar gushed forth. I eagerly drank it all, swallowing, while any excess dripped from my chin onto the bedsheet.

My mother had reached orgasm while still asleep.

However, the intensity of the climax roused her from slumber. She had no idea what had transpired. Although she opened her eyes, the alcohol's effect left her exhausted, her eyelids engaged in a constant battle, as she struggled to stay awake.

When I lifted my head from between her legs, I realized that my mother had actually woken up, but she seemed partially conscious. Her beautiful eyes flickered open, hazy with sleep, trying hard to focus on the intruder. Unfortunately, the effects of her intoxication prevented her from clearly seeing the figure before her.

I remained motionless, gazing at my mother, my eyes filled with love.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still in the dimly lit room, where a man and a woman, completely nude, locked eyes...