When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Abella was confused and speechless, her pink eyes filled with confusion.

He asked, “Mom, am I important to you?” Her mother quickly

replied, “Sweetie, I didn’t mean that.” She blurted out, embarrassed. However, Carlisle was already looking at her with hurt eyes.

“I mean this…”

However, she could not allow this. She had taken him in as part of the family, and she had never thought of him as anything else.

It was difficult for her to see him as a man since she had known him since he was a baby.

However, despite her better judgment, Carlisle’s bottom continued to swell. Her hands were trapped, and she could not help but touch his, even though she did not want to.

She shuddered at the thought of the unsightly lump beneath his pants.

She regretted not giving him a proper s*x education when he was younger. Abella chewed her lip, trying to figure out what to do about the situation.

However, she couldn’t come up with a solution. This problem is different.

‘What other problem?’

“Honey, first of all, let go of my hand. Let go, and then we can talk.”

“But it feels good to have your hand on me.”

He grabbed her hand, as if asking for more touch, and pressed harder against her. Although he was wearing pants, she could still feel the outline of his p*n*s.

“Do you feel uncomfortable when I touch you there?” he asked.

Carlisle!

Abella jumped at his increasingly strange choice of words. Abella was taken aback by his question and responded, “Yes, I do.”

“Where in the hell did you learn to say such hurtful words?”

She pulled away from his grip with all her might.

These things are for the ones you love. Consensual touching with someone of the opposite sex, with whom you want to have a child. That’s what you do when you’re making a child.

Carlisle’s face remained innocent as he blinked, and he accepted her with a blink.

“I am your mother, and as a mother and son, we should not engage in any s*xual activity.”

Carlisle released Abella’s arm. He touched her wrist, which was now free, and straightened her posture.

Today, her usually soft pink eyes were fierce. Carlisle smiled bitterly, trying to hide his disappointment.

“I’m sorry.”

“…….”

“I wanted to show you how much you mean to me.”

He took a step or two away from Abella.

“I wanted to ensure my importance to you.”

Abella sighed upon seeing the sadness in his eyes. She soothed her pounding heart, which was filled with tension.

“Sweetheart, you will always be important to me.”

“I know, but why am I so afraid?”

Carlisle balled his fists and spoke, his bowed head and shaking shoulders filled with self-loathing.

“I guess it’s my problem, I’m so ugly. I am afraid of being abandoned by you. You are kind to me, even more than I deserve.”

“What do you mean? Are you saying that you are unattractive? Who told you that you’re unattractive? You can be difficult sometimes, but I still care about you. I’m sorry.”

Carlisle trailed off. He narrowed his eyes. He said nothing more. Abella pursed her lips in disappointment.

“Mommy…….”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

I know we may not have mixed blood, but we are still family, right? I don’t have to worry about being abandoned, right?”

Instead of answering, Abella took him in her arms, shaking.

“I love you, honey, you’re very important in my life.

You mean the world to me.”

“Don’t worry,” Abella soothed Carlisle as she patted his broad back. They hugged each other wordlessly.

The sound of burning wood filled the room with a tap, tap, tap.

‘I should try harder to reduce my anxiety.’

Abella innocently thought that if she tried harder, Carlisle might understand her better.

They have only been together briefly, which makes her nervous.

With that in mind, she slept with Carlisle once more.

* * *

Carlisle had been too concerned about her health to act, despite not having

seen blood in weeks when he attempted to pick her up.

Today was no different. He had his head between her white thighs, but he wasn’t stimulating her in any way.

He simply parted her labia to expose her intimate flesh.

The area around her v*g*nal opening was clean, and Carlisle could breathe a sigh of relief. It had been red and swollen when she first saw the blood.

“I want to have kids…

Carlisle thought as he stroked the area around her twitching v*g*n*.

He considered if it would be appropriate to begin the mating process today, as he desired to

have children, and he wanted to mate with Abella, but he didn’t want to see any blood.

Carlisle worked diligently to release the tension in the hole by gently stimulating the clitoris.

After a few strokes, the dryness gave way to moisture. Her juices trickled down through the flesh.

He begins with his fingers, slowly.

Carlisle was being extra cautious today, limiting himself to two fingers.

He used one hand to cup her clit and the other to penetrate her v*g*n*.  She easily accepted his finger.

Carlisle felt her sticky lining and tried to control his lust. He took a deep breath and rubbed against her clit.

“Mmmm…….”

Abella tossed and turned in her sleep, but did not wake up.  

Carlisle began to stroke her, focusing on her clitoris. He used his fingers to stimulate her, gradually increasing the speed with a gurgling sound.

Carlisle frowned as he lusted after the small hole.

He struggled to control his desire.

“But no. Not yet. Not yet.”

With that thought, he inserted another finger, and she clenched in surprise at the tightness.

Carlisle bent his fingertips and swirled them around the moist lining. The crimson v*g*n* was like a honeycomb, with a steady stream of juices dripping from the slit.

If he keeps releasing her like this every day, she’ll soon have no trouble getting his c*ck.

Carlisle nibbled on the delicate flesh in his mouth, resenting the unnecessary size of his own.

The taste of blood lingered in his mouth, but he couldn’t help his excitement.

He withdrew his hand, and a trickle of clear nectar dripped from her clit.

Carlisle swallowed slowly and brushed the slippery nectar over her clit. The reddish-tinged, plump clitoris resembled a ripe fruit. He whimpered at the sight, making his mouth water.

He whimpered in disappointment, thrashing his hind legs in the air like a dog in heat.

‘Hang in there, and then we can become a real family’. he said.

Carlisle teasingly rubbed her p*ssy greedily before slowly withdrawing his hand.

Abella’s bottom was already soaked with her slimy juices.

Carlisle untied his apron and pulled it off. It stood out in the soft moonlight of the bedroom. from the pillars, which were covered in blood.

He then brought Abella’s legs together and inserted his p*n*s between them. He quickly rubbed his swollen c*ck against the mounds of her mating mounds.

The soft labia and thighs felt different from the hot flesh pressing in all directions, but they were just as obscene to him.

The engorged glans poked and prodded below his navel, and the interlocking labia stiffened and parted.

Carlisle couldn’t contain his excitement and began to sway his hips rapidly.

“Quit…….”

Soon enough, a whitish liquid poured from the tip of the swollen c*ck.

The fluid on the exposed white belly moved back and forth. The ejaculating c*ck throbbed uncontrollably, like a beating heart.

Carlisle moaned like an animal and bared his teeth.

He ejaculated for a while before

reverting to his wolf form, as if nothing had happened.

He curled up in the corner of the bed, a ball of fluffy goodness. He looked innocent, the last thing anyone would expect from a torpedo boat that had just lusted after the p*ssy of the woman who had just given him her life.