Chapter 35

“No ... I’ll help you...” When I came to my senses and was about to pounce on my mother again, she suddenly shouted, and I stopped for a moment. But after a brief hesitation, I pounced on my mother again. Tonight I was determined to win, I must take my mother down. As long as I had the first time with my mother, it might be much easier in the future.

“Ouch...” I just walked up to my mother and was about to grab her shoulders with both hands, but I couldn’t help but cry out in pain, and my facial features were distorted, with a trace of pain on my face. It turned out that my mother grabbed my penis at the moment I rushed over, and the force was quite strong. The penis of a man is a relatively fragile and sensitive part, and it will hurt if you pinch it a little, especially the testicles. I remember that in school, there were professionals who gave us lectures. When it came to how girls can prevent being raped, they told the girls to find an opportunity to grab the rapist’s genitals and never let go, so that there is a glimmer of hope to avoid being raped. I really didn’t expect that my mother would use it now.

“It hurts, it hurts...” My mother grabbed my vitals and I could only groan and beg for mercy.

“I can help you like last time, but you are not allowed to ... not allowed to insert ... insert inside...” Mom seemed a little anxious at this time. She was afraid of hurting me by using too much force. It would be terrible if the child became impotent in the future, so Mom couldn’t help but say. The reason why Mom did this was a compromise. If she just grabbed my penis and pushed me out, it would not be appropriate. What if people on the street saw me being pushed out with my penis exposed, how would I explain it? If she let go of my penis in the house, what if I regretted it and rushed up again, would Mom still have this chance? In any case, helping me ejaculate and venting, there would be no sexual desire, so that would be enough, right? Maybe Mom also wanted to ... use intimacy with a bottom line to relieve the suppressed desire in her heart. Mom proposed this method, and it seemed that any reason to explain it seemed far-fetched.

“Okay, okay...” At this time I breathed a sigh of relief, because the hand that my mother was holding on to my penis relaxed slightly, so I had to compromise. After hearing what I said, my mother breathed a sigh of relief, but did not let go of my penis. Instead, she gently kneaded it, and then slowly stroked it back and forth. My mother started masturbating me directly, so that as long as I had the urge again, my mother could take advantage of the situation and directly hold my penis tightly to control me again. This is the second time my mother has helped me masturbate. The last time was in the warehouse of my house, but I didn’t ejaculate last time because my mother interrupted it because of a video call. At that time, my mother also used the video call with others to escape, so I finally left in the end. And this time...