Chapter 243: Back Home (3)

My mother, Nora, is a kind-hearted person, someone who’s selfless, caring, and loving. She sacrificed a lot for my sake. Yes, my father was the one who caused all the pain in our lives, but I always blamed myself for that since I disappointed my father when I awakened the enhancement magic and not the nullifying one.

My mother could have left me behind or even abandoned me in an orphanage and walked away from all of that pain and suffering, but she didn’t. She endured, sacrificing her youth and staying married to that bastard all because of me.

On paper, my parents are still married. They may not love each other or even talk, but they are married for some reason. My mother didn’t get divorced or anything, and I didn’t want to ask why, but I know the reason behind that. It was because of me. If she divorced, then the bastard, an S-rank hunter, things would go out of hand, and my mother feared the worst.

Even now, after all these years, she was still willing to protect me, to take care of me, no matter what. To the point that she sacrificed some of her life force to heal me after one of my father’s friends used his magic on me while he was drunk, taking turns fucking on my birthday.

For her, I’m still that little girl who loves her mother, a precious daughter. But for me, she’s so much more than that. She’s my savior, my protector, the person who gave me the strength to carry on. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more. That’s why the bigger part of me, the Arachne, couldn’t let her escape. She had to be mine. I can’t leave her alone anymore, and that’s why I chose to pull her into a deep, passionate kiss. However…

SMACK!

“Oww!”

SMACK!

“KYAHH!…MOM!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Stop!…it hurts…”

SMACK!

The moment our lips met, something seemed to snap inside of my mother. Her embrace tightened, her kisses becoming more urgent and insistent. And her hands began roaming over my body, exploring every inch of my exposed flesh. However, for some reason, she sat on the bathroom floor, dropped me on her lap, and began spanking me like a little girl.

“M-mom, stop, I’m not a kid anymore,” I stammered, squirming in her lap. But my protests only seemed to spur her on.

SMACK!

“Owww!”

SMACK!

“K-Kyahh!”

But she didn’t. Her expression was almost crazed, a mixture of love, desire, and something darker, primal. My mother was always the kind one. Her smile never left her face, even after the abuse. She always had that clumsy big sister vibe that made everyone think that we were sisters, not mother and daughter. But I think all that repressed desire and frustration were coming out now, and she was letting it out on me.

I remember hearing that most people have dark, hidden desires that are completely opposite to their nature, and with the right trigger, those dark desires would be unleashed.

SMACK!

Her hand came down, again and again, her palm leaving a red imprint on my ass. The pain was intense, but it was the confusion and the unexpected arousal that left me breathless and disoriented. My mother, always the gentle and loving figure in my life, had transformed into someone almost unrecognizable—her eyes wild, her breath ragged, and her actions fueled by a primal desire that seemed to have taken complete control.

“Mom, please,” I begged, my voice trembling as tears welled up in my eyes. But she didn’t seem to hear me, or perhaps she didn’t care. She was in her own world now, lost in the moment.

“It hurts… stop…”

SMACK!

“AHHH~…MOM!”

And I loved every second of it. I never knew that I had a masochist in me. But I loved it, the pain, the humiliation, and the feeling of being dominated. And that’s exactly what was happening now. My mother had taken control, and I was helpless to resist.

Ahh~… just the thought of what she could do to me caused my honey pot to leak profusely. I know the mom felt my juices running down her legs as her spanking intensified.

“Please…stop”

I was no longer her daughter. I was her plaything, her toy, and she was going to have her way with me.

SMACK!

“No! Don’t stop, more…more…”

Her hand continued to rain down on my flesh, each strike sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through my body. The sound of her palm striking my ass echoed in the steam-filled bathroom, mingling with my cries and the ragged sound of her breathing.

“You’re mine, Nana,” she growled, her voice low and husky, barely recognizable. “Mine to love, mine to protect, mine to punish.”

“Y-Yes,” I whimpered, tears streaming down my cheeks. The intensity of her words, the raw possession in her voice, left me feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable. And yet, beneath the pain and the confusion, there was a dark, forbidden thrill that pulsed through my veins.

“Say it,” she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Mom,” I moaned, my voice cracking. “All yours.”

“Good girl,” she murmured, her voice soft but firm. She reached down, her fingers tracing the reddened skin of my ass, her touch sending shivers through my body. “You’re such a good girl for me, Nana.”

I didn’t have time to react. In a single, fluid motion, her hand snaked between my thighs, her fingers finding the hot, wet spot between my legs. A cry escaped my lips as her fingers slid effortlessly through my folds, coating themselves in the slick wetness that had gathered there.

“Ohhh~…Mom,” I moaned, my voice a breathless whisper, as her fingers began to move in slow, deliberate circles around my clit. The pleasure was almost unbearable, building with each passing second, threatening to consume me entirely. If I’m not careful enough, transforming and revealing my true nature in front of my mother is a risky possibility.

“Oh!…AHHH!”

And then, without warning, she slipped four fingers inside of me, hooking two of them in just the right way to hit the most sensitive spot. My body arched in response, electricity surging through every nerve ending. My head fell back, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, as a primal scream erupted from my throat.

“Ohhh, godddd~… MOM!”

She was merciless, her fingers moving in perfect rhythm, sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure through my body. She was everywhere, her touch burning every inch of my skin, her breath hot and heavy in my ear, her free hand caressing, squeezing, and twisting my hard nipples.

The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. I was floating, weightless, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. And then, just as the pressure inside me was about to reach the breaking point, she withdrew, her fingers leaving a trail of wetness on my thigh.

“Ahh~” I whimpered, unable to contain the moan that escaped my lips. My body was aflame, my senses overloaded. “Please, Mom, don’t stop. I need you.”

My mother responded to me, not with words but actions, the best one. Instead of her fingers, she shoved her entire fist inside my eager pinky hole, filling me completely.

“OHHHHHH GODDDDD!!!”

I cried out, my voice a mixture of shock and burgeoning desire. The sheer audacity of her action, the raw, almost aggressive possession, sent shivers of excitement through my body.

Her fist, slick with my own arousal, moved within me, a slow, deliberate rhythm that filled me to the brim. Each movement was a stretch, a widening, a deepening, and I arched my back, desperate for more.

“Ohhh~… MOM,” I moaned, the words tumbling from my lips, a prayer, a plea, an acknowledgment of the power she had over me.

“You’re so tight,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction and pride. “So warm, so perfect, Nana. Just like I always knew you’d be.”

“Aaahhh~”

I was in her lap, my legs spread wide, as her fist moved inside me. There was nothing else, no world beyond the two of us, no room, no time, no space. There was only this, only the exquisite sensation of her moving within me, of her touch burning every inch of my flesh, of her voice murmuring words of praise and love.

“Mom… AAAHHH! I’m close.”

“Yes,” she purred, her tone full of promise and anticipation. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come for Mommy.”

And I did. The world shattered into a thousand pieces as the pressure inside me exploded, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me. My body trembled, my muscles spasming as my mother held me close, her arms wrapping around me as I rode out the waves of the forbidden pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, planting soft kisses on my shoulder. “My sweet, beautiful girl. I love you, Nana. I love you so much.”

The world faded to black as the waves of pleasure subsided. I collapsed against her, my body spent and my mind reeling. She held me tightly, her fingers gently stroking my hair as she whispered soothing words into my ear.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Nana,” she murmured, her voice soft and reassuring. “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”

I clung to her, my tears mixing with the sweat on my skin as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. The lines between mother and daughter, protector and protected, had blurred in ways I couldn’t fully comprehend. But one thing was clear—my mother loved me, fiercely and unconditionally, in a way that transcended the boundaries of normal relationships.

“Mom,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and trembling. “I love you. No matter what, I’ll always love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” she replied, pressing a tender kiss to my lips. “Forever and always.”

As we lay there, holding each other, the warmth of the water and the steam enveloping us, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over me. It was the same feeling I’d had as a child, the one that told me everything was going to be okay.

‘Ahh~that was fucking awesome!”

But then, for some goddamn reason, I heard a familiar voice echoing in my head, and that peaceful moment was broken.

‘What the fuck!’

‘Oh! Hey Nana-chan, it’s been a while.’

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