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Chapter 9 Part 2: Descent and Aftermath
At last, under his growingly impatient, chilling stare, her body chose before her mind.
Trembling, painfully slowly, she extended the hands that had once stroked his cheek now slick with her tears and shame.
She moved stiffly, like a marionette an air of sacrificial sorrow.
Her fingertips trembled as they touched the elastic waistband of his sweatpants.
Xiaoyu's body jerked!
Watching her abject obedience, the deathly despair in her eyes, a fiercer thrill of dominance swept him.
Revenge peaked.
He arched his hips a silent go-ahead.
Chen Fang shut her eyes, as if that could block out the sick reality. She drew a breath laden with dust of despair. Then, with trembling fingers, she tugged down hard!
The iron-hard, veined rod sprang free, blazing hot and potent, standing upright before her eyes!
Its size and shape charged with youthful life assaulted her vision and reeling reason.
Xiaoyu breathed out a shuddering sigh of satisfaction, looking down at the face inches from him written with humiliation and resignation. The twin shock visual and psychic pushed him to the brink.
Staring at the symbol of incest and ruin that belonged to her own son, her stomach heaved.
Nausea surged, nearly making her vomit.
But deeper fear gripped her throat.
She couldn't retch… couldn't resist… This was her only "way out"…
She drew a deeper breath, as if to drain her lungs.
Then with a near-suicidal resolve, she opened the lips that once kissed her son's brow now to receive his sinful desire.
Trembling, she slowly took the bulbous, scalding, salty head into her mouth!
"Mm…" As the invasive feel and taste filled her mouth, she shook violently, a choked sob escaping.
Humiliating tears burst anew down her cheeks.
She felt a soul-deep chill of defilement.
Xiaoyu gasped!
The warm, wet, tight wrap of his mother's mouth, her clumsy yet forced suction stimulation beyond anything he'd imagined.
An unprecedented, taboo, annihilating pleasure surged like current straight to his head.
He grunted and pressed her head with his hand; his hips drove instinctively, pushing deeper into the soft depths.
"Uhh… Mom… yes… like that… take it… use your tongue…" He panted commands, incoherent, drowning in the twisted ecstasy of maternal service.
Looking down at his mother's tear-streaked, pained face forced to bob on his rod filled him with an ethic-defying, absolute dominance and possessiveness that made him quake.
Chen Fang endured his rough thrusts; the thick shaft bumped her throat again and again, bringing gagging and suffocation.
Mechanically, numbly, she worked; her mouth crammed, saliva dribbling with tears down to the cold floor.
Her soul seemed gone only a husk performing a filthy, sacrificial rite.
Each suck, each deepthroat, was a total violation and destruction of her identity as a mother.
One thought echoed in despair: End… please end quickly…
At Wang Li's home.
In the bathroom, the shower roared at full blast.
Wang Li stood naked under the water, scrubbing hard almost self-flagellating.
Hot water scourged her skin but could not expel the bone-deep chill and filth.
She rubbed her neck, chest, belly, inner thighs… Those places still bore her son's hickeys, handprints, and… that inseparable sticky feel of being ejaculated in.
"Gag…" Nausea surged; she leaned on the cold tile and retched, spitting nothing but tears mingled with water.
Last night's hell replayed in her mind like the clearest nightmare the passion mistaken in darkness, her son's burning entry, her own wanton welcome, the fatal "Xiaoyu," and the shattering guilt as scalding semen erupted inside her…
She washed again and again; her skin burned red and sore, but the filth seemed soaked into the bone, uncleanable forever.
She stared at the hollow-eyed woman in the mirror like a walking corpse and felt a stabbing estrangement and loathing.
She was ruined… she had ruined herself, and her son.
Out of the bathroom, the living room was dead silent.
Xiaokai's door remained shut.
He hadn't come out or made a sound since it happened.
The silence frightened her more than any wailing.
She couldn't guess his collapse and self-loathing within.
She slumped on the sofa and picked up her phone.
Chen Fang's message "Xiaoyu knows" was a final death knell.
They were finished.
The secret exposed; morals collapsed.
She lacked even the strength to reply.
Just then, a soft click from Xiaokai's door.
Her heart leapt; she looked up in fear.
The door opened.
Xiaokai emerged.
He was ghostly pale, with heavy dark circles; his eyes were empty, nearly dead in their numbness.
Without looking at her, he went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of cold water, and drained it.
It ran down his moving Adam's apple, wetting his collar.
Her heart climbed to her throat; she wanted to speak, even to say "I'm sorry," but her throat was blocked. She watched him, tense.
He slammed the empty bottle on the counter with a loud thud.
At last, he turned, and his gaze fell on her.
It was a storm fear, disgust, anger, deep guilt… But to her horror, beneath the chaos flickered the faintest, inescapable… confusion?
Even… a lingering, guilty savoring of last night's peak?
The realization chilled her.
His lips moved as if to speak but only a hoarse, meaningless breath came out.
His eyes, uncontrollably, slid over her just-showered, flushed skin, over the hint of cleavage at her robe… The tight, warm wrap and her wanton cries as she met him the memories burrowed like maggots, bringing waves of jolting arousal laced with guilt.
He jerked his head away as if burned his eyes filled with struggle and self-reproach.
He growled low, as if to chase out the thoughts and fled to his room, slamming the door.
Bang!
The sound rang through the silent living room and crashed onto Wang Li's heart.
Staring at the shut door, her body trembled uncontrollably.
That fleeting confusion and savoring in her son's eyes planted an evil seed in her own chaotic heart.
A more terrifying thought twined up like poison vines:
Just once… can it truly end?
The door of desire, forced open and made to taste the most forbidden fruit…
Can it… really close again?
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