When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 60

Chapter 60

“Ha, well, that is offensive.”

Carlisle watched her and couldn’t help but laugh. She claimed to be offended, but her body language suggested otherwise. She even appeared to regret not being able to shake it a little harder.

Carlisle sympathized with her and assisted her by applying some pressure to her waist, making it easier for her to accept the huge d*ck as she moved. 

“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

The c*ck slid in and out of her v*g*na a little more roughly as Carlisle worked it in and out.

“Mmm, mmm, no. Ah, Carlisle!”

Carlisle shook his head. He wondered if Abella was refusing to have s*x with him. At present, she appears content.

Carlisle made a low, guttural sound as he quickened his movements. With his large front paws, he held the back of Abella’s head, while his furred chest pressed against her back.

He vigorously thrust his p*n*s in and out of her backside.

The thick bumps and heavy c*ck-root relentlessly teased her v*g*na, producing a lewd sound. Her inner walls were pounded mercilessly.

Abella cried out in pleasure. The strange penetration filled her tightly from below, overwhelming her.

‘I shouldn’t have done this at first,’ she thought. However, she proceeded anyway.

The intense and stimulating pleasure overwhelmed her, causing her to unconsciously wiggle her hips at Carlisle like a dog.

Her mouth twisted into a scowl as the thick p*n*s penetrated her v*g*nal walls.

The fact that a furry wolf was imprisoning her body, not a human, no longer mattered. Abella panted like she was in heat as she clawed at Carlisle’s large front paws in front of her, seemingly delighted.

Her reaction motivated him. He moved his hips aggressively, like a stallion. Her tight walls filled every inch of her, releasing obscene fluids with every sensation.

“Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

As Abella moaned, Carlisle’s movements became more intense. He let out a harsh, animalistic breath and rapidly rocked his hips.

The huge p*n*s, which were a challenge at first, now slid in and out easily.

The c*ck had been pulled and in one swift motion, it plunged into her hole and began to release a thick stream of white semen. Abella felt Carlisle’s hot p*nis throbbing inside her as he ejaculated.

Carlisle’s moans were right in her ear.

He panted and thrust his hips harder as he ejaculated.

Abella had to keep Carlisle’s p*n*s inside her v*g*na for a while due to the volume of his cum. The head of the c*ck swelled even more, pressing tightly against the hole, and his cum filled her p*ssy

“S*ck, huhhh…….”

After what felt like a long while, Carlisle’s ejaculation ended. The swollen root had already disappeared.

The filthy gaping hole was closing again. When Carlisle withdrew his p*n*s, a small amount of semen dripped from them.

Fortunately, he was able to release his semen and return to his human form.

Carlisle watched as Abella stretched out on the bed, barely able to catch her breath.

The sight of blood running down her smooth thighs was disturbing.

He gently repositioned Abella’s body to lie down and parted her thighs to reveal her wet and cum-covered p*ssy.

“Hmmm…….”

As he looked at it, he felt himself getting hot again. His p*n*s, which had gone limp, was now erect and swollen, touching his navel.

“Mother.”

Carlisle spoke. His voice cracked slightly as he climbed above Abella.

He asked, “Are you sick or anything?”

Carlisle asked and looked around the hole. Luckily, there was less blood than before. He felt good that his hard work had paid off.

Abella didn’t respond. She didn’t have the energy to do so.

“Haah. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go this far.”

Carlisle whispered and rubbed his swollen p*nis against her v*g*na.

“You’ve wounded my v*g*na with your p*n*s.”

With a single thrust, Carlisle easily entered his slippery, wet p*n*s. He moaned as he felt her p*ssy still clinging to him.

“Ha, f*ck…….”

“Hmph, ugh, heh, that’s hard. Stop…”

Abella squirmed and twisted.

Carlisle held Abella’s thighs apart and spread her labia with one hand.

He could see the hole where his p*n*s were inserted. The swollen clitoris and the opening leading to it were engulfing the dirty, lumpy, black-red object.

As Carlisle pushed his p*n*s in further, the fluids inside made gurgling sounds and leaked through the opening.

“Your p*ssy… feels good, haha, I hope you like it too.”

Abella pushed against Carlisle’s chest. No matter how hard she pushed, his stone-hard body pressed against hers.

Carlisle spoke in frustration as he watched her struggle to breathe and barely keep her eyes open.

“Do you feel any discomfort?”

Abella nodded. A large hand affectionately stroked her pink hair and patted the puffy corners of her eyes.

“I apologize. It felt amazing. I wish you hadn’t stopped. Can you pretend to be my obedient son a bit longer? Why did you make me feel so bad?”

Carlisle laughed again as he pushed his c*ck deep inside her.

“If I had known that s*x was this good, I would have done it sooner. The more I have s*x with your p*ssy, the more I think about it.”

Abella flinched as his c*ck thrust inside her, making a gurgling sound. It was already filled with cum.

Carlisle easily lifted her into his arms.

“It feels good, Mom. I can smell myself on you, and the other males will know we’re mated. I can relax now.”

He showered her face with kisses like rain on a summer night. He repeated this several times before stopping, leaving his mark on an exhausted Abella.

She counted how many times he ejaculated before he stopped.

When Carlisle withdrew his p*n*s from her v*g*na, the morning sun had already risen.

* * *

The birds are chirping outside, and the sun is shining brightly. The sheets and body were fluffy. It was as if the previous night when Carlisle ejaculated, had occurred.

Abella cautiously opened her eyes. She was unsure if she was dreaming. However, what frightened her upon waking was not the betrayal of what Carlisle had done to her the night before. Instead, it was the scream of pain in every muscle.

Abella’s exhausted body gave in to the soreness of her muscles as if to confirm that the happenings of the previous night were real.

She groaned in fear, unable to get to her feet. She wondered how much longer she could endure this discomfort.

The bedroom door creaked open, revealing a familiar face. “Mom, are you awake?”

It was Carlisle who was responsible for the pain she woke up to. “Carlisle, you…!”

Abella tried to speak confidently, but her voice was strained and barely audible, a clear sign of the aftermath of the previous night.

Undeterred, Carlisle placed a cup of hot tea on the bedside table, appearing as calm and caring as ever, as if he knew what she needed.

Abella was speechless. She couldn’t understand his behavior after what had happened.