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Chapter 11 Part 2: Collapse and Rebirth

If Chen Fang's "habit" was numb surrender, Wang Li's "rebirth" was a carnival of self-release ruinously ecstatic. 

That second frenzy on the dining table cut like a watershed severing her last shackle called "ethics." 

Fear, shame, self-loathing the son's ruthless peaks scoured them clean. 

In their place reckless abandon, a near-pathological release and a twisted "liberation." 

"Mom, try this." Xiaokai excited pushed a sleek black box to her. 

Suggestive graphics on the lid leather cuffs and a bell-tipped blindfold. 

Her heart skipped; color flushed her cheeks. 

Before, she would have fled in shame. 

Now… his expectant, hungry eyes her body's deep stir and wetness at the thought raised a shy, eager thrill. 

"T-this is too…" She feigned demurral but her fingers stroked the smooth leather. 

"Try everyone online says it's hotter!" He leaned in youthfully bold snatched up the cuffs, eyes burning. "Mom, give me your hands." 

Her heart hammered; his handsome, aggressive face, the unhidden hunger her last hesitation blew away. 

A never-felt kick of breaking taboo seized her. 

Like a girl, shy and more excited, she offered her wrists. 

Cool leather clicked shut. 

The small sound flicked a switch flame rising between them. 

His eyes darkened; he took the blindfold and gently, with a master's air covered her eyes. 

"Xiaokai… Mom… can't see now…" A trace of unease more of braced excitement. 

Sight gone, other senses blazed. 

She heard his harsh breaths, felt his heat as he came close, inhaled his male scent. 

"Don't be afraid, Mom… Leave it to me…" His whisper at her ear bewitched. 

Then hot, wet kisses fell on her neck and collarbone down to seize a nipple sucking and nipping hard. 

"Ah… son…" She moaned and writhed in the dark. 

Bound hands barred resistance she could only receive the sharper, focused stim. 

The unknown and the control multiplied the pleasure. 

He threw himself into the "game," exploring with zest. 

He wanted more than simple thrusting testing tricks from net and videos. 

His tongue traced ears and neck; his teeth nibbled inner thighs; his fingers circled, pressed that hard pearl skirting entry until she begged with tears. 

"Beg me, Mom." His voice teased, savoring control; his fingers lingered at her gate. 

"Ah… Xiaokai… good son… please… give Mom… inside is so itchy… so empty… I… want your big cock… fuck Mom… hurry… put it in…" She had abandoned shame pleading wantonly writhing like a snake, pushing her wet slit to his hand. 

Her wanton pleas satisfied his conquest hunger. 

He growled and drove the raging beast into her in one lunge! 

At the same time, he kissed her deeply tongue invading, tangling, sucking with wet sounds. 

Deep kissing once a lovers' act was now essential in their joining. 

Wang Li was drunk on his aggressive mouth and that uniquely young breath. 

Each lip-and-tongue tangle dragged her soul deeper into desire's sea. 

His thrusts grew skillful. 

No more mindless pounding; he played with angles, speeds, depths. 

Nine shallow and one deep driving her near death; rapid jackhammer numbing her core; deep sinks grinding the most sensitive point sending her screaming into peak after peak. 

"Ah! Ah! Son! You're there… to… Mommy's deepest… so good… Mommy… I'm flying… ah… faster… harder fuck your mom… wreck Mommy's slutty pussy… Mommy… Mommy is yours… always your slut… ah !!!" Her cries climbed and echoed unbridled joy and total surrender. 

Sex unfettered, exploratory, ardent sated his youthful hunger. 

He discovered her body a boundless trove each pass a new surprise and peak. 

Her wanton embrace and total gift fed him achievement and satisfaction he'd never known. 

Surprisingly, this life utterly fallen to others didn't break him. 

He seemed freed of a heavy pack perhaps the repressed desire and guilt for her body and grew easy. 

No longer sullen; often smiling almost sunny. 

More surprising his grades rose steadily! 

"Mom, I made top fifty in the mock exam!" He burst in with scores pure youthful joy. 

She stared at the scores feelings tangled. 

Proud of progress and seized by a mad, terrible thought: Could this twisted bond… be releasing his pressure letting him pour more into study? 

The thought reeled her with guilt and a sick… comfort? 

She shook it off, smiled: "Great! You're amazing! What reward do you want? Mom will satisfy you!" She leaned on "satisfy," eyes suggestive. 

His eyes flared; he whispered in her ear. 

She blushed scarlet, slapped him in mock scold eyes dewy: "Little rascal… tonight… Mom will wear it for you…" 

Watching him head back to study sated, energized she leaned on the frame full of complex tides. 

Fear and shame seemed far; in their place near "openness." 

Traditional bounds? What are those? Are they edible? 

She cared only for his joy and "needs." 

If it pleased him kept him in this "good state" she'd do anything. 

Nurse? Teacher? Even filthier roles? Fine. 

Try once-embarrassing "techniques"? Gladly. 

As long as Xiaokai liked. 

She even learned searching in secret for "better sex," "pleasing a young partner" clumsy at bold postures and methods then, blushing, presenting them at night like offerings. 

Each time his face lit with surprise, sinking deeper because of her new "skills," a twisted pride and contentment swelled in her. 

To outsiders, the home looked more "harmonious." 

The son progressed cheerful; the mother glowed lazy charm of "full hydration." 

Only they knew the glue was marrow-deep incest and total moral collapse. 

They lived like true lovers doing everything lovers do even wild things riding crest on crest of sex only… they were mother and son by blood. 

Wang Li's mind like a runaway horse galloped the plains of desire. 

No thought of future; no thought of consequence. 

Only immersion in the twisted, extreme "variegated" life her son gave her. 

This was the "rebirth" she embraced after breaking tradition a doomsday dance above the abyss, treading ethics' bones and revelling. 

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