When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 56

Chapter 56

As Abella’s cries began to subside, Carlisle gently wiped away her tears with a well-trained hand.

“Mother,” his voice, strained and tinged with emotion, whispered in her ear, making Abella tremble at the tender speech.

“Why are you crying?”

Abella’s heart beat faster as she turned to Carlisle, her face pale with disbelief.

But Carlisle focused on providing comfort and continued his gentle care, unaware of the uproar brewing within Abella.

“I’m not even getting hard yet and you’re already crying like I’m some kind of sinner.”

In a playful tone, Carlisle said, causing Abella’s expression to harden and she felt a surge of embarrassment as memories of his mischievous childhood flooded her mind. She couldn’t shake the echo of his voice from her ears.

-“Mum, here’s a plum, I’ve picked a plum!”

As his words echoed, Abella couldn’t help but recall the vision of her innocent child, eager to share her little joys. But now that innocence seemed gone, replaced by a sense of longing.

She felt sorry for him, but he only smiled weakly as he caressed her white br**st

“Please don’t do this, baby.”

Although Abella begged him, Carlisle only smiled slightly and gently wiped away her tears.

He held her in his arms and slowly rubbed her clit. Her body trembled as her p*ssy became wet.

She felt uncomfortable as he touched her sensitive skin. She bit down on the soft flesh in her mouth, trying to suppress a moan.

Carlisle’s touch became a little rougher, as if he sensed her distress.

“S*ck, ha……!”

The hand that had been hovering over her clit suddenly found its way into her hole. It skillfully slid over the lining of her v*g*na and pushed in.

“Hmph, hmph… ha, don’t… don’t…!”

In frustration, Carlisle asked, pressing down on Abella who struggled even harder.

“Is it because it hurts?”

“No, it’s not that,” Abella replied.

“Don’t worry, Mom,” he said.

“Will it hurt?” she asked.

“No, it won’t hurt. I’ve been practicing for a while,” he replied confidently.

His fluffy tail wagged behind him. His hands were busy digging into the hole.

Carlisle’s tail brushed against Abella’s body, comforting her fear. She murmured, “Please, Carlisle.”

The v*g*na tightened, biting at his hand as he slipped in and out of her, making lustful noises. As Carlisle pushed against the inner walls, Clearwater gurgled and leaked between the junctures.

Abella attempted to escape from his embrace but was unable to do so. Her mind was too preoccupied to concentrate on anything else.

“I’m… I’m your mother, and…”

The word “mother” only brought more tears to her eyes. Abella had truly treated Carlisle like her own child, like family.

She felt both proud and overwhelmed as she took care of him, from his tears and laughter to his growth into a man bigger than her.

She had always envisioned a future with Carlisle, but not like this. Carlisle reassured her gently, saying, “Shhh, it’s okay; no one is judging.”

Carlisle leaned down and whispered as he kissed the corner of her eye.

“Just look at my c*ck.”

“Carlisle”

Carlisle lamented that no other woman could handle him. They all take one look at him and run away, calling him a freak. His ears drooped in despair.

Abella cried and shook her head. She said, “No, that’s not true.”

Carlisle reminded his mother of her words, “You said you loved me,” seeking comfort.

Abella gasped. She looked down and saw the monstrous, gnarled, beast-like bat, fully erect and majestic.

The tip of his black glans was dripping with cloudy pre-cum. The thick shaft of flesh was riddled with bumps that seemed to prove it was anything but human.

“Does my mother also think I am a monster?”

“Carlisle……!”

Does my mom think I’m a monster, too, because I’m horrible, with p*n*s like this, and that’s why you’re avoiding me?”

“Oh, that’s not true, sweetheart. Please…”

Carlisle lowered his body and growled in a whisper.

“Then mother.”

“S*ck……. Hmph…….”

When did the little boy grow up to be such a big man?

“Please allow me to stick my c*ck in your little cute p*ssy.”

Their lips met briefly and parted. The kiss was too gentle to complete the sentence. Abella knew this was not what she was supposed to do, but in her daze, she was too overwhelmed to push away. She just sobbed and accepted the kiss.

“If you do not allow me, I will have to hold you while you cry and force myself upon you.”

Carlisle whispered the words in a low, lustful tone. His red eyes shone brightly even in the dark room.

“I don’t want to do something so terrible.”

Carlisle increased the speed of his finger movements on her v*g*na while lightly rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb.

“Hmm…….”

She bit her lip hard. Her hips arched in giddy pleasure.

She tightly squeezed her eyes shut. Carlisle asked in a hurt voice after seeing her expression.

“Do you hate me?” he asked.

She replied, “No, I don’t hate you, baby. I never have.”

It was a voice that Abella knew all too well. It was Carlisle’s voice, the voice of someone who could be deeply wounded by the smallest sign of disapproval, the voice of someone desperately seeking to demonstrate their love.

Abella initially wanted to deny it, but Carlisle interrupted her with a frown.

“I’m not a baby anymore.”

Certainly, he didn’t look like a child.

He was over six feet tall and broad-shouldered. He resembled a mountain beast with his hard chest and abs. These physical features suggest that he is a man past his prime.

And below it all, there is a throbbing, veined p*n*s.

The p*nis was thicker than Abella’s slender forearms and looked intimidating as it stood stiffly erect.

She couldn’t imagine it fitting inside her. She shook her head and said, “No.”.

“I like you, mom.”

Carlisle spoke to her in a calming tone.

“So I want you to like me as well.”

“I care about you, sweetheart. How could I ever dislike you? “

Abella gently pushed his hands away while still addressing him on affectionate terms.

“How could I not care about you?”

“But you’re pushing me away like this.”

“That’s…”

Her eyes darted around in confusion as she struggled to find the words. It was endearing to watch her small body overcome uncertainty.

Despite her age, Abella appeared fragile and young, which made it hard to believe that she was the mother of a grown man. It is understandable why she was held in such high regard.

“I am not even her biological son, the product of her p*ssy.”

“Even if Carlisle wasn’t her biological son, it didn’t matter.” Running his hand through her soft pink hair, Carlisle smiled warmly.

“So, Mother, please spread your legs.”

Carlisle released his hold on her thighs, hoping she would comply.

Abella quickly struggled to her feet and crawled to the corner of the bed. She moved with alertness and wariness, like a hunted animal preparing to be caught.

She curled up into a ball. This was in protest of his command to open her legs.

“Oh, no…….”

Upon seeing her, Carlisle felt sorry for her and clicked his tongue.

He then apologized, saying, “I didn’t mean to be mean.”

He tilted his head and smiled. Then he grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him. She was too weak to resist and she found herself trapped in his arms again.

When you look at me like that, it seems like you don’t want to have s*x with me, even if you’re about to die. This makes me feel frustrated and angry.