Chapter 10: Chapter 10: The Night The Gooner Finally Used His Tool

Her mind was racing. I could see it in her eyes. The conflict. The hesitation. The war between what she thought was right and what her body was beginning to crave.

Then she finally broke.

“We have already done an unholy act.”

Her voice was soft but resolute.

“We can’t back down now. Let’s finish what we started.”

I looked at her. She had said the words, but she was still standing there. Waiting. She didn’t know what came next.

She needed my command.

So I gave it.

I grabbed her arm gently with one hand. The other gestured toward the bed.

“Lay down, mother.”

She followed without resistance. Climbed onto the bed. Positioned herself on her back. Her chest rising and falling with nervous breaths.

Still blushing.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded.

Instead of removing her panties completely, she simply reached down and pulled the fabric aside. Exposing herself for me.

And there it was.

Her pussy.

Perfect. Pink. Glistening slightly. Cleanly shaved. The most beautiful thing I had ever seen in two lifetimes.

My resolve shattered.

I lunged like a starving animal.

This wasn’t going to be gentle. This wasn’t going to be slow and teasing like what she did to me.

This was wild.

My tongue didn’t tease. It devoured.

SLRRP.

I licked everything in front of me. Her outer lips. Her inner folds. Every inch of her sacred garden.

The taste hit me immediately. Salty. Musky. Intoxicating.

I dove deeper.

Her juices were already leaking. Coating my tongue. Dripping from her entrance before I even truly began.

Then I felt something wrap around the back of my head.

The panty fabric she was holding. It pressed against my skull, pulling me closer.

And her other hand. The one that had been gripping the fabric. It released the cloth and grabbed my hair instead.

Tight.

I looked up.

Mother’s face had transformed.

Her hand was clamped over her mouth. Her body was trembling. Her expression was something I had never seen before.

The face of a woman drowning in pleasure.

’The curse.’

’It lifted the moment I touched her.’

The realization hit me. When I had pressed against her earlier, the curse had already begun to fade. I just needed to provide the sensation. The spark to ignite the fire.

And now that fire was burning.

The main obstacle was gone. She was feeling pleasure for the first time in her entire life.

I smiled against her flesh and returned to my feast.

SLRRP. SCHLICK. SLRRP.

My tongue worked faster. Harder. Making her wetter and wetter.

Not that she needed it. Her arousal had already soaked everything. But I couldn’t stop myself.

I could feel her trembling intensify. Her grip on my hair growing rougher. Pulling me closer. Pushing me deeper.

“Oh… Mmm…”

The moan escaped her lips. Muffled by her hand but unmistakable.

Music to my ears.

I gave her pussy one final lingering kiss. Then pulled back and rose up.

She looked at me with hazy eyes. A smile playing on her lips. Her hand moved down to rub her pussy gently.

“Didn’t I tell you it would feel good, mother?”

She didn’t reply. Too embarrassed. Her gaze shifted away from mine.

I leaned closer.

“But mom, remember this.”

My voice dropped lower.

“We haven’t even started yet.”

I positioned myself over her. My cock pressed against her belly button. My chest crushed against her soft breasts. My lips hovered inches from hers.

Asking for a kiss.

She brought her face forward. That beautiful smile still lingering.

Our lips met.

From below, my hands were already working. Gathering her nightgown. Pulling it upward. Preparing to remove it entirely.

From above, my mouth was busy consuming hers. My tongue invaded. Explored. Claimed.

She responded in kind. At first, her kiss was soft. Motherly. Gentle.

But as my intensity grew, so did hers.

The pleasure she had just experienced. The hunger it awakened. Her body betrayed her hesitation.

The kiss deepened. Became passionate. Desperate.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were gasping.

I leaned back and tugged at her nightgown. She understood. Helped me pull it over her head.

Then immediately covered her chest with her arms. Shy. Embarrassed.

Even though a green bra still hid her treasures.

I looked at her breasts. Perfectly shaped. Impossibly round. Even the most famous actresses with their surgeries couldn’t compare.

I wasn’t stunned. I had seen them countless times before. During those nights when she was violated. When she was used.

But back then, I could only watch. The curse had stripped me of all desire. All ability to appreciate what was in front of me.

Now things were different.

The power to goon had returned to its well deserved master. The power to touch. To play. To devour.

And I intended to use it.

I moved lower. Hooked my fingers into her panties. Pulled them down slowly.

Her legs trembled. Twisted. Pressed together instinctively. Trying to hide her most sacred place.

But her pussy wanted me. I could see the wetness glistening between her thighs.

“Mother, let’s do it.”

I held my cock in my hand. Aimed it directly at her gorgeous entrance.

She looked at it. Bit her lip. Then nodded.

Without thinking further, I pushed forward.

The head of my cock met resistance at first. Her entrance was tight. Unused to invasion.

But once I bypassed her outer lips—

SCHLICK.

I slid straight into her.

“Ahh… Ngh…!”

Her moans filled the room. I could feel her body tense. The pain of first penetration rippling through her.

But I was lost.

Lost in my own pleasure.

This was it. My first real pussy. Not some lifeless rubber sex toy. Not my own hand.

Real. Warm. Alive.

Her walls hugged my dick. Contracting. Squeezing. Releasing. A rhythm of their own.

So hot inside. So wet. Every tiny movement sent waves of sensation through my entire body.

’This is what I deserved.’

’This is what I was born for.’

After a moment of stillness, letting myself adjust to the overwhelming sensation, my knowledge kicked in.

All those novels. All those lemons. All those detailed, unholy descriptions of positions and techniques.

The gentle son disappeared.

The monster gooner emerged.

My hips started moving on their own.

The first thrust was hard. Fast. Merciless.

PLAP.

The sound of my flesh colliding with hers echoed through the room. My balls slapped against her ass.

“AHHH!”

Her moan followed immediately.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

“Wait… Ahh… wait…!”

Her voice was strained.

“That hurts…!”

I looked up at her face. Her words said stop. But her expression said something else entirely.

Her body wanted more.

I leaned down to comfort her. But my attention was stolen by the mountains rising between us.

Her breasts. Still trapped in that green bra. Heaving with every thrust.

My hands moved on their own. Grabbed them. Squeezed.

“Mmph…!”

She reached up to push me away. But her resistance was weak. A gentle press that retreated almost immediately.

My cock remained buried inside her. My hips continued their rhythm. Swaying. Grinding. Churning her insides.

SCHLICK. SCHLICK. PLAP.

I could feel the juices splashing inside her. Coating my pennis. My cock swimming in her arousal.

Some of it escaped. Dripped down. Stuck to my balls.

My hands weren’t idle. I pushed her bra down, bunching it beneath her breasts, exposing them completely.

’Perfect.’

Then within minutes her tities were glistering with my saliva and now I had taken one nipple into my mouth. The other, I pinched between my fingers.

“Oh god… Oh god…!”

Her moans grew louder. Unfiltered.

Everything was perfect.

Her breast in my mouth. Her nipple between my fingers. Her pussy being destroyed by my cock.

She was reaching her peak. I could feel it.

Her body shook violently. One of her hands pressed against my hand on her breast, pushing me harder against her. The other hand snaked down to her crotch, rubbing her clit as I pounded her.

“Oh… Mmm… MMMM…!”

Her moans drove me wild.

My intensity went berserk. My hips became a blur.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP.

The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room like applause.

“Ahh… wait… ow, ow…!”

Then she pushed me.

Hard.

My cock popped out of her with a wet sound.

SCHLOP.

’Did I go too far?’

I looked at her with concern.

Her face was panicked. Embarrassed beyond belief.

“I… I can’t control my pee…!”

Before I could respond—

PSSSHHHHH.

A fountain erupted from between her legs.

She squirted.

Her entire body convulsed as the liquid sprayed out. Her back arched off the bed. Her hands flew to cover her face in absolute shame.

The stream continued for several seconds. Soaking the bedsheets. Splashing against my thighs.

When it finally stopped, she lay there trembling. Face hidden behind her palms. Too mortified to look at me.

I smiled.

Reached down and gently rubbed her sensitive, twitching pussy.

“Mother, that wasn’t pee.”

She peeked through her fingers.

“That’s called a love potion. It’s released when we do this.”

I brought my wet fingers to my nose and sniffed.

“See? It doesn’t stink. It’s not urine at all.”

I licked my fingers clean.

“It just means you felt really, really good. And it boosts the morale to go even further.”

Her face shifted.

From shame.

To utter confusion.

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