The bed frame began to slam against the wall in a steady, obscene beat.
Yin Suyi was lost.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles together, pulling him deeper with every stroke.
Her nails raked down his back, leaving red welts in his skin.
She met his passion with her own, grinding her hips against his, matching his rhythm stroke for stroke.
All thoughts of being his mother, of propriety, of sin, were burned away by the inferno of their coupling.
His pace grew frantic, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder.
He was panting against her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
She could feel his cock swelling inside her, throbbing with his impending release.
"Come for me," she whispered, the words ragged and desperate.
"Fill me up."
With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could go and roared his release into the pillow.
Hot, thick semen flooded her insides, pulsing endlessly.
The feeling of him coming inside her triggered her own violent orgasm.
Her body convulsed, her inner walls milking him for every last drop as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
He collapsed on top of her, a dead weight, his breathing evening out into a deep, sated sleep almost immediately.
Yin Suyi lay beneath him, her body trembling, their combined fluids soaking into the sheets.
She could feel his heart beating against her chest, slow and steady.
The reality of what they had done settled over her, not with shame, but with a dark, thrilling satisfaction.
She gently stroked his sweat-slicked hair, a possessive smile touching her lips.
The silly boy had stumbled into the wrong room, but he had just given his mother exactly what she had been craving.
Yin Suyi lay in the aftermath, her son’s weight a warm, heavy blanket upon her.
The sheets were a tangled mess beneath them, soaked with the evidence of their sin.
A profound satisfaction settled in her bones, a dark, possessive thrill that eclipsed any lingering guilt.
She watched his chest rise and fall, his face peaceful and innocent in sleep, a stark contrast to the raw, primal passion he had just unleashed upon her.
But one taste was not enough.
The fire he had inadvertently ignited within her now raged out of control.
Her core still throbbed with a lingering ache, a hunger that demanded to be sated again.
Her gaze drifted downward, past his flat stomach, to where his cock lay against his thigh.
Even soft, it was impressively thick and long.
A wicked idea began to form in her mind, fueled by the stories she had once read, of women taking pleasure from sleeping men.
Her heart jumped with a mix of nervousness and excitement.
’He’s really out of it,’ she thought, a smile playing on her lips.
"But maybe he doesn’t have to be awake."
Slowly, carefully, she began to wiggle out from under him.
He stirred, muttering something incoherent, but didn’t wake.
Once free, she propped herself up on her elbow beside him, her eyes feasting on his naked form.
Her hand, trembling slightly, reached out.
Her fingers brushed against the soft skin of his shaft.
He didn’t move.
Emboldened, she wrapped her hand around him.
His flesh was warm and pliant in her grip.
She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, from the base to the tip.
She watched, fascinated, as his cock began to respond to her touch, slowly swelling, thickening, growing hard in her hand.
The sight sent a fresh jolt of arousal straight to her own dripping core.
Her grip tightened, her strokes becoming more confident.
She used her other hand to cup his heavy balls, gently rolling them in her palm.
A low groan escaped his sleeping lips, and his hips twitched, thrusting instinctively into her hand.
The power she held in that moment, the ability to pleasure him while he remained completely unaware, was intoxicating.
Precum beaded at the tip, a pearly drop in the moonlight.
She swiped it with her thumb, spreading the slick fluid down his length, her hand gliding smoothly over his now rock-hard erection.
She wanted to taste him, to feel him pulse in her mouth, but that could wait.
Right now, she had a different need.
Releasing him, Yin Suyi straddled his sleeping form.
She hovered over him, her knees on either side of his hips.
Her soaked pussy was just inches from his erect cock. She reached down, guided him to her entrance, and slowly, torturously, lowered herself onto him.
"Ahhh..." A long, drawn-out sigh of pure bliss escaped her lips as she sank down, taking every inch of him deep inside her.
He filled her perfectly, stretching her in the most delicious way.
She remained still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being completely impaled on her son’s hard cock.
Then, she began to move.
She rose up slowly, almost letting him slip out, before slamming back down, taking him to the hilt.
She set a languid, sensual rhythm, rolling her hips, grinding her clit against his pelvis with each downward stroke.
The bed creaked softly, a counterpoint to her soft moans and the wet sounds of their joining.
Shen Tian remained fast asleep, but his body responded.
His hands, resting on the bed, clenched into fists. His hips began to lift to meet her downward thrusts, a subconscious participation in the illicit act.
The thought that his body knew hers, even in sleep, drove Yin Suyi wild.
She leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest, her long hair cascading around them.
She increased her pace, riding him harder, faster.
Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples dragging against his chest.
The coil of pleasure in her belly tightened, winding hotter and tighter, threatening to snap.
"Shen Tian," she moaned, his name a prayer on her lips.
"My son... my beautiful, strong son..."
With a final, cry of ecstasy, she threw her head back
(Author’s Note: IMPORTANT!)
SEND POWESTONES!!!
ALL SUPER GIFTS (Magic Castle, Space Ship, Golden Gachapon) = MORE ChapterS!

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