When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Abella’s shoulders shook in surprise. She’d never seen Carlisle cower like this before.

“Sweetheart, I mean, did… scare you so much? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

Nervously, Abella spat out a quick apology, but Carlisle still had his back to her.

“Sweetheart, I… I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight.”

Looking at Carlisle, who showed no sign of breaking free, Abella gently reached out. She thought about scratching the nape of his neck, a favorite spot. However, Carlisle was uncomfortable with that and shook himself off, rejecting her touch.

Rejected so quickly, Abella withdrew her hand with a grimace.

“Baby…….”

Silence was still the only answer. It refused to be stroked, it didn’t respond to her words, and it didn’t look at her.

Abella wanted to cry. If she had known it would be like this, she wouldn’t have ignored his words and refrained from touching him.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

“I’m sorry…….”

“Let me know when you feel better.”

Abella looked at Carlisle as if he were treating her like a rock, frustration evident on her face. She then got up from her seat and buried herself in bed.

Maybe she shouldn’t have slept with him tonight.

She buried herself under the covers and wondered how long it had been. After a short while, she felt a stirring. It must be Carlisle. She heard rustling in the kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

She opened her eyes curiously and looked toward the kitchen. She heard Carlisle, now in his human form, stomping towards her.

Abella immediately closed her eyes tightly and pretended to sleep, until Carlisle nudged the covers off of her and whispered, “Mother.

“Mother.”

“…….”

“Eat your dinner before going to sleep.”

“Dinner,” she said, out of context.

Carlisle’s words were brief, and as if he’d done his job, he turned back into a wolf and curled up in the corner of the living room.

He was concerned about her since she had gotten under the covers without eating.

When Carlisle was gone and Abella cautiously looked toward the table, she saw a plate of stew. She stirred it for a while, and then it seemed to be for her.

Abella looked back and forth between Carlisle, crouched in the corner, feeling strange, and the stew on the table. He alternated between the two.

She wondered if she had startled him and offended him, but now that she saw his reaction, she realized that he was probably just embarrassed.

He grew up thinking of her as his mother. Imagine her surprise when he jerked off in front of her. With that in mind, Abella smiled and went to the table.

The stew was full of her favorite mushrooms.

* * *

Carlisle spoke softly as he looked down at Abella. She was fast asleep.

Thinking back to their evening bath together sent a chill down his spine.

“You shouldn’t be touching me like that.”

He grumbled in a disgruntled voice and undid the front of his trousers.

“You almost made me cum and f*ck your p*ssy, Mum.”

Abella’s underwear had already been pulled up by him, revealing her full brea**sts. Her smooth, shapely body stood out in the moonlight.

Carlisle climbed on top of her and stroked his c*ck with an impassive expression on his face.

“I don’t want to be mean to you.”

As he stroked his shaft, the bumpy flesh began to swell.

The thick glans twitched like the head of a living snake, dripping with whitish fluid.

It was so hideous in appearance that it looked as if it had been assembled from the body of a demon.

The grotesquely colored pants were full of bumps and grotesque pits. The fleshy pillar of flesh that should have been smooth was nowhere to be found.

“Haa… mom.”

Abella, unaware of Carlisle’s actions, could only squirm and purse her lips in disbelief.

“You’re going to hate me if I force myself to stick my d*ck in your p*ssy.”

He persisted, his face filled with frustration and remorse.

“I don’t care if you want to touch my c*ck or s*ck it if that’s what you want, but… I know you don’t. I know you do not, and I don’t want to be hated by you.”.

Her childlike whine echoed lazily in the silent room.

Carlisle, who had been stroking his c*ck for some time, suddenly parted her labia wide.

The two interlocking mounds of flesh were pushed apart by the man’s hand.

Through the gap in the flesh, her pink inner flesh was moist and welcoming. Clear liquid oozed from the valve opening.

Carefully probing around the opening with his fingertips, Carlisle tried to insert himself.

The closed flesh parted and clenched around his penetrating fingertips. Carlisle chuckled softly as the sticky flesh tightened around his hands, and he gently scratched the tightly puckered lining.

“Hmph…….”

A reflexive moan escaped Abella’s mouth. She twisted her pelvis slightly, wiggling against the penetration.

Due to the herbs sprinkled on top of the stew, she wouldn’t wake up today. Carlisle smiled wistfully at the sight of her.

“I wonder when she’ll wake up. so he can fuck her.

Even as he says this, his fingers are probing deep inside her, sliding in and out. With a gurgling sound, Carlisle thunders back and forth, penetrating her filthy orifice without ejaculating.

“It’s a shame; I can only taste this when she’s asleep.”

He folded his fingertips into hooks and flicked them.

Then the startled hole clenched and unclenched once, loudly.

He tickled the spasming lining, then slowly withdrew his hand, the juices held back by his fingers trickling out as if waiting for him.

Soon her p*ssy was slick and wet, soaking the sheets.

Carlisle was busy using both hands to spread her labia wide open.

Abella’s secret spot between her thin legs was a sight to behold.

The smooth flesh that was tightly closed to hide the sensitive spot, the convex flesh that hid within it, and the tiny hole like the gap of a needle.

As he rubbed the clitoris with a thin layer of her juices, he could see the tiny hole twitch, and every time he saw it, he had the urge to thrust his cock into it.

‘Oh, how ecstatic it would be to thr*st my c*ck into that pink flesh.’

Resisting the urge to check it out, Carlisle m*st*rbated alone again today.

With no one to feed but himself, Carlisle was deep in thought, wondering if he should f*ck Abella in his human form first, so as not to surprise her, or if he should take her in his wolf form from the start.

In his true feelings, he was leaning toward the latter, but considering Abella’s rabbit-like startle, the former was probably better for the sake of their relationship.

“Ha…….”

As if he couldn’t bear the thought of being alone with her any longer, he quickly transformed into his wolf form.

Then he climbed on top of her with his massive body. His large front paws pawed at the glass mattress, clawing at Abella’s head.

The beast’s rumbling breath echoed through the silent room. Sharp fangs flashed in the moonlight as the wolf blew out hot breath.

With a series of harsh grunts and growls, Carlisle began to rub his c*ck between Abella’s legs.

Something fiery peeked out from between her muscular hind legs.

Through the shaggy fur, the pointed tip of a wolf’s p*nis protruded from her epidermis, dripping with a cloudy fluid.

The wolf’s c*ck, much larger than it would have been in human form, was as large as if he had a bottle of wine between his legs. If Abella had seen it in her right mind, she would have fainted in horror.

The wolf sniffed and pressed his pointed muzzle against her neck. His damp nose brushed against her flesh.

Slowly lowering his body, Carlisle slid his red flesh between Abella’s legs.

The smooth wolf’s tail rubbed against her inner thighs and over her p*ssy.

The fleshy columns were densely packed with sharp bumps, more so than in human form.

As the soft flesh rubbed against the hard, swollen shaft, Carlisle began to swallow more wet breaths.

His eyes glistened with pleasure, far darker than he’d ever felt on a human body.