Chapter 20
Carlos pressed a dark mark into Brunhilde’s neck as she sobbed and begged. He parted her thin nightgown and buried his face in her full b*****s and memories from years ago flooded back.
“Did I ever tell you, Mother, that I dreamed of you during my first e*********n?”
“Please, please, Carl…”
“Mm, yes. Say my name more. I’ll call you by yours too, Brunhilde.”
His mother’s name rolled off his tongue. Even her name was lovely. He tugged at the front of the princess’s gown, pulling her b*****s free from the neckline. As her bare chest came into view, her anguished voice trembled.
“Please don’t do this to Mother, Carl. Please…”
“If you wanted that, you should have run away with him, my dear Princess Brunhilde.”
He had considered running away.
He had thought that if she were out of sight, perhaps this sinful lust—burning in his chest every time he saw her—might settle.
But she herself had shattered that last possibility.
She had stabbed the man she’d lain with for over a decade and stayed to choose Carlos. How could he not answer that?
The sight of his mother, unable to push him away or strike him properly, filled him to bursting. He took her thick n****e into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue. The flesh stiffening inside him was unbearably dear that blood rushed downward.
“Does it feel good, Mother?”
“Please… please… hngh… Carl…”
The way she responded to his touch while still trying to push him away only stoked his desire more. He bit and teased her n****e with his lips as his hand slid lower. Hitching up the hem of her nightgown revealed her pale, smooth thighs.
He licked her sensitive, hardened n****e with care while his fingers explored her inner thigh. Her slightly damp underwear clung to his fingertips.
“I’m your mother. My child… my child, please…”
“Forgive me, Mother.”
In a calm tone, Carlos apologized, then pulled her underwear down. Savoring her wet flesh with his fingertips, he lifted his head and whispered.
“I meant to pleasure you more before entering.”
Slip. His loosened trousers slid down his hips.
“But I’m too hard to wait any longer.”
“Ah… ahh…”
“I’ve held back all this time, but climbing on top of Brunhilde has me too excited. I can’t wait anymore. I’m sorry.”
Breathless, the young man adjusted his position.
The tip of her son’s length touched her damp mound. It was as thick and hot as the man she had lain with before. She couldn’t bear to accept the reality before her. Brunhilde sobbed bitterly.
“Instead, I’ll make you feel even better than my brother did.”
Whispering as if soothing a child, her son aligned himself with her parted entrance and began to push slowly inside.
The sensation of his rigid shaft parting her flesh was no different from what she’d experienced countless times—and that familiarity made her shiver. She could feel her own flesh welcoming him, greedily gripping her son’s length.
Brunhilde collapsed, unable to resist any longer.
Carlos took in the sight of his mother, limp and weeping, as he buried himself deep. Finally fully joined with her, he exhaled in ecstasy.
His beloved mother’s passage was as rapturous and warm as he had always imagined.
A satisfaction he had never felt with any of the women he’d spent nights with. He knew that he had made the right choice.
“Stop crying, my Brunhilde.”
“Carl… Carl…”
“Unless you’re weeping because my c**k feels too good, I don’t want to see your tears.”
With gentle words, the young man leaned forward. He cradled his mother’s neck tenderly and pressed his lips to her tear-soaked eyes.
“It hurts my heart when you cry like this, doesn’t it?”
“My child…”
“Yes, your child. And your child has grown big enough to f**k the very hole he came out of, Brunhilde.”
“Hngh…”
A miserable sob escaped his mother’s lips again. Her son licked her wet eyes tenderly, pressed her trembling lips softly, and parted them. As if to swallow even her sobs, he probed her mouth with his tongue and began to move his hips.
Whenever Brunhilde’s broken moans reached his mouth, his lower body tingled. With immense satisfaction, he thrust as if to pierce the very womb that had birthed him.
“Ah—hah…!”
Finally surrendering to pleasure, moans began to flow from Brunhilde’s lips. Even as tears still fell, her brow crumpled helplessly against the stimulation. It was a sight as bewitching as a mythological siren.
At that moment, he understood his brother completely. How could any man resist f*****g a woman who made such a face, crying out in such fevered ecstasy?
And so, at last, he too had taken his mother.
Now Brunhilde would be his forever.
“It feels good, doesn’t it, Mother?”
“Ahh… ah…!”
“I feel… haah… so good too, Brunhilde…”
As her climax-neared cry was stifled against his mouth, her tightly clenched depths suddenly gushed wet.
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