When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Abella, who had been held by Carlisle for some time, was still swollen. She was working furiously with her pale, slender hands to prepare the pie dough.

Carlisle trimmed the blueberries he had picked. He sat across from her.

“I’m having trouble opening my eyes.”

Abella muttered, squinting. Her eyes were much smaller than usual. Her eyes were no longer bright and sparkling like they used to be.

Carlisle smiled, putting down the blueberries he’d been cutting and coming up behind her.

He said, “I’ll do the batter, but why don’t you hold up a cold spoon?”

Casually, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. She swallowed dryly at the hardness of his chest against her back. She answered as if it didn’t matter.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll do the kneading. I haven’t done anything for you lately.”

“Mom, what are you talking about? This is nothing compared to what you’ve done for me.”

Carlisle paused. He spat out the words and cleared his throat. He smiled wryly and spoke again.

“Mom.”

As Carlisle spoke, Abella glanced back at him and replied.

“Huh?”

“How nice it would be if we were a real family.”

At Carlisle’s words, Abella’s expression turned bittersweet.

“I know.”

She often thought about her unknown parents and any potential siblings. Raised in an orphanage since birth, she had no idea if her biological parents were alive or what they were doing.

She wondered why she had been abandoned at birth, what had happened to her parents to make them abandon her, and if she had any other siblings.

It was a question she asked herself every day when she was a child.

“In the first place, blood doesn’t matter.”

Carlisle nodded in agreement.

“But I still want to be a real family with you, Mom, if I can.”

He wanted to start a family with Abella and have children who looked like both of them. They would go on picnics in the warm spring, play in the water during the sweltering summer, see the leaves change colors in the crisp fall, and sit by the fireplace in the cold winter, drinking hot cocoa.

Carlisle secretly smiled as he imagined the future.

“I hope you feel the same way.”

His voice was sweet, but also a bit foolish, which made her smile.

“of course, I feel the same way.”

“Really?”

“Yes, if I could,  I would choose to become a family with you without hesitation, little one.”

Carlisle smiled joyfully at her response.

He considered giving her the obvious answer: that she could marry him right now. However, he refrained. He simply stared at her with eyes that concealed his impure desires.

“Can you promise me?”

“Huh? A promise?”

“You said you would choose to be a part of my family without hesitation.”

Carlisle held out his little finger to her, his eyes innocent.

“Stamp your promise on it.”

Unaware of the hidden meaning behind the words, Abella let out a small giggle at Carlisle’s seeming innocence.

“Then you promise me, dear, that you will not hesitate to join the family if the opportunity arises.”

“Of course, I’ve always wanted to be a real family with my mom.”

Tiny Abella intertwined her fingers with Carlisle’s, who covered her hand with his own. She promised by pressing her thumbs together.

Carlisle looked at their interlocked hands and smiled. Abella looked up at him with affectionate pink eyes.

He looked at her and had some dirty thoughts, but she was unaware. Abella smiled fondly into the wolf’s eyes, filled with lust.

* * *

It was a dark night. Carlisle had added Nephra herbs to Abella’s evening soup as usual and watched her sleep soundly, smoothing her hair gently.

Her underwear, made of thin fabric with sloppy lace, was already half rolled up. Carlisle took hold of Abella’s thighs with one hand and pulled them apart.

Her pure white legs opened, revealing the tiny slit of fabric that covered her private parts to Carlisle’s view. Without hesitation, he moved the fabric aside to reveal the plump flesh beneath. Carlisle swallowed hard and slipped a finger between her parted labia.

“Ahhh….. mother”

Carlisle whispered, tracing the bulge of her clit with his fingertips.

“Promises, you do keep them.” He recalled the promise he had made to Abella earlier in the day and stroked the not-yet-aroused flesh quickly. Moisture began to trickle out of the dry hole.

Carlisle waited for the fluids to come out, then caught the slime from her v*g*nal opening and carefully spread it over her clit.

Abella’s body shuddered from the slippery stimulation, as if she had experienced pleasure in her sleep. He rubbed harder and harder against the tender flesh, bringing pleasure to the slender woman.

“Mmmm…….”

Carlisle’s hand moved quickly from her clit to her v*g*n*. He impatiently poked his hand into her open holes, and her tightly clenched insides forced themselves open, clenching tightly around the intruder.

My mother’s p*ssy area is… Why is it always like this, always so narrow?

He tried to catch his breath and fumbled with the needle. He pulled it out and thrust it back in, making obscene noises as the clear honey trickled out.

“Today, I want to try to conceive a child with you, so we can fulfill the promise we made earlier.”

His eyes flashed fiercely in the dimly lit room, illuminated only by the faint moonlight.

Carlisle’s fingers moved quickly, rubbing the wrinkles on her inner walls. He soon unbuttoned the front of his pants.

“Just a little longer.”

“I will ensure that we conceive a child today and leave my mark on your womb.”

With that thought, Carlisle grabbed his protruding p*n*s pole through the open front. The grotesque lump of flesh was squirming as ever, dripping with the fluid of Cooper.

He appeared eager to be intimate with her at that moment.

Without hesitation, he desired to insert his p*n*s into that small hole and start humping his hips wildly.

He wanted to thrust repeatedly until the bumps on his shaft were so tightly packed that the inner walls were a mess, unable to hold any man’s c*ck but his own.

However, this was just a fantasy.

He took a deep breath to steady himself, remembering the unpleasant taste of blood from the last time.

The snake-shaped tip of his p*n*s dripped a cloudy fluid as it rubbed against Abella’s v*g*n*. Carlisle positioned his shaft at the entrance of the v*g*n*. As she became more aroused, the ridges along the shaft tightened.

“I’ll be gentle.”

While she sleeps, administer the medication to prevent her from getting awake.

He smiled slightly as he slowly penetrated her. Use a gentle touch. Her muscles tightened around him, and clear fluid leaked out.

“Hmph…….”

 Abella moaned in her sleep, her brow furrowed.

Carlisle thrust his c*ck into her with a single motion, causing a loud, sticky noise and a quick contraction of her surprised insides.

The warm flesh twitched as it bit into the disgusting flesh. The sensation of the slippery lining clinging to him made him fight for his mind, which seemed to be flying away.

Carlisle took a deep breath and looked at the black flesh of his impaled d*ck. The wet, chewing v*g*n* was red-hot.

However, Carlisle’s pleasure in penetrating Abella again was brief. Carlisle’s eyes shifted back and

forth as he said, “You better be okay this time…”

He nervously chewed his lip as he slyly lifted one of Abella’s thighs. This made the already narrow opening even tighter, causing his sensitive c*ckhead to be stimulated.