Chapter 4

“Hehe, actually I can be stronger. How about this time?” After saying that, I slapped Mom again. Then one slap after another. Mom sobbed and moaned “Hmm ... Ah ... Oh ... It hurts ... Ah...”

“Stop, stop! Mommy’s mouth seems to be broken!” Mommy suddenly shouted loudly and shook her head vigorously to avoid my hand.

I saw that Mommy’s lips seemed to have really broken. It’s all because I was too strong and carried away. What if Mommy’s face is disfigured in the future and Dad knows about it? I hurriedly stopped and held Mommy’s red face to apologize: “I’m sorry, Mommy, I’m sorry. It’s all because I was too strong ... By the way, I used saliva to disinfect the wound.”

I held Mommy’s head and kissed her with my tongue. My tongue went into Mommy’s rosy little mouth and stirred her mouth. Mommy also stretched out her tongue and stirred it to meet my tongue. I don’t know if she was catering to me or trying to push my tongue out.

“Woo woo woo ... ah ha ... enough ... ha ... ha...”

Mommy broke free from my mouth. “You little bastard, you haven’t finished the exercise yet ... ha ... what reward do you want? Well ... forget it, just consider that you have passed the test of patting Mommy’s face, and I will reward you in advance.”

Mommy’s first reaction was this.

“There are Band-Aids in the second drawer of the bedside table. Go get them for me.” “Hmm? ... Oh! ... Okay.”

I was stunned for a moment, got out of bed to give my mother the Band-Aid, and suddenly I saw that my mother’s pair of silk stockings thighs were twisting and trying to close together. And a stream of fluid was slowly flowing out of the exposed labia of her lower body.

Did my kiss just now make my mother feel something? Or did my mother feel something when she was slapped? I put the Band-Aid on my mother while thinking about this.

“Well, it’s okay. It was just an accident just now. Let’s take this one as a thing of the past, and let’s move on to the next one. Son, come, lie down in front of your mother, and try to knead your mother’s breasts with your hands...” The tone of my mother’s voice was like she was teaching me to learn to swim.

I lay on my mother and adjusted my posture. I grabbed my mother’s pair of big breasts with both hands. I started to play with them. Soon, my mother was moaning continuously, “Ah ... um ... comfortable ... ah ... no ... son ... you should be more rough ... ah, use a little more force ... ah...”

“Mom, but just now when I used force, I hurt your mouth...” I ravaged my mother’s breasts with both hands. But the action was not as rough as before. It was slower.

“Silly son, it was an accident ... um ... listen to mom ... use a little more force ... nothing will happen this time...”

“Okay, then I will listen to mom.” After saying that, I began to grab and squeeze my mother’s breasts, squeezing her big breasts into various shapes. From time to time, I raised my hand and slapped her breasts. The breast flesh of my mother trembled like jelly.

At this time, my mother’s reaction was even greater. While shaking her head, she cried out, “Ah ... it hurts ... hum ... be rougher ... ah ... I can’t take it anymore ... oh ... it hurts ... um ... ah ... come again ... harder ... ah ... it hurts ... keep going ... ah ... my good son ... so good...”

“Mom, why do you look like you’re enjoying it? Do you feel comfortable when I spank you?” I deliberately said teasingly. Mom seems cold and indifferent at ordinary times, but she is actually a masochist at heart. I abused her so much that she could actually moan lewdly.

“No ... ah ... this is to motivate you ... to make you ... work harder.”