When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 77 - (R-19)

Chapter 77

Even in her dazed state, Abella gave Carlisle a sharp look at his ridiculous promise to behave. Carlisle, in turn, let out an awkward laugh.

“Except when we mate,” he added with an embarrassed smile.

Hearing his added remark, Abella wanted to ask what use his promise was, but she was too exhausted to say anything. All she could do was furrow her brow in frustration as she lay limp like a puppet with its strings cut, barely able to breathe.

“No, no… I’ll behave even when we’re mating. Just… please, just be patient with me during mating season. Okay?”

The sudden tightening of Abella’s p*ssy, enough to almost pull him out, made Carlisle’s brow furrow deeply. Instinctively, he buried his face in her neck, cursing under his breath.

“Ah, damn… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tighten up so suddenly…”

Carlisle, clearly flustered, stumbled over his words, unsure of what to do. Meanwhile, Abella could feel his c*ck trembling wildly inside her.

Every ridge of it seemed to come alive, writhing like a living snake within her. Soon, she felt a rush of heat as something warm began to fill her from below.

Carlisle’s breathing became erratic, his eyes unfocused as he panted heavily.

His broad chest rose and fell rapidly, with his well-defined abs flexing with each breath. As Carlisle hugged her even tighter than before, Abella closed her eyes and nestled deeper into his embrace.

“Oh, ugh…… I feel weird, Mother, I’m really …… in the mood, must be because I’m in my heat period, ugh.”

Carlisle tried to twist his hips and pull out, but the swollen base of his c*ck was firmly stuck in the entrance to her hole, making it impossible to pull out without considerable force.

Even as he spoke, Carlisle’s voice was shaking. Sensing that something was different, Abella gently stroked his cheek. Gradually, Carlisle’s ragged breathing began to calm.

Only after a while, and after releasing more fluid, was Carlisle finally able to pull out. The swollen base of his c*ck, which had been stuck so tightly, had returned to its normal size.

“Haah, are you okay, Mother?”

Finally catching his breath, Carlisle brushed the sweat-soaked hair from Abella’s face as he asked, his touch as tender and caring as ever.

“Don’t… don’t call me that.”

“What?”

Her response wasn’t an answer to his question. With her face flushed red, Abella avoided his gaze and mumbled softly.

“Don’t… call me that.”

“But…”

“It’s strange… What kind of son asks if his mother is okay after doing something like this?”

Abella’s voice was weak, likely from exhaustion. Carlisle looked at her with a slight concern in his eyes, then gently smiled and nodded.

“Has the… heat calmed down a bit?” she asked softly.

Still avoiding his gaze, Abella mumbled something under her breath, her voice even quieter than before. Carlisle tilted his head in confusion and asked her to repeat herself.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that. What did you say?”

“I asked… if your heat has calmed down a bit…” she repeated, barely audible.

From Carlisle’s current appearance, it seemed like he had calmed down a bit, but Abella still wanted to hear it directly from him to be sure.

However, her voice was so quiet that Carlisle still couldn’t understand what she was saying. Even as he strained to listen, her mumbled words were difficult to make out.

Frustrated that he couldn’t understand her, Abella couldn’t hold back and shouted,

“I’m asking about your c*ck! Has it calmed down?”

Only then did Carlisle realize what she meant. He glanced down between his legs before looking back at Abella.

“My c*ck?” he asked, finally understanding.

“Yes! Since you’re in heat… I was worried that… one time might not be enough…”

Abella finally managed to get the words out, her face on the verge of tears. Embarrassment turned her pale cheeks a deep red, like a ripe apple.

Finding her adorable, Carlisle couldn’t resist teasing her a little, smiling mischievously as he responded.

“Abella, are you worried about my c*ck right now?”

As usual, his voice was gentle and soft, but the crude words mixed in caught her off guard. The contrast felt strange, leaving Abella wide-eyed and speechless, unable to respond.

“Hmm? Abella, I asked you—are you worried about my c*ck?”

Suddenly snapping out of it, Abella hit Carlisle’s back and shouted,

“Don’t talk so crudely!”

“Crude? Are you saying… my c*ck is crude, Mother?”

Carlisle looked up at Abella with a pitiful expression, just like he used to, pretending to be sad as if he might cry at any moment.

“You think my c*ck is disgusting and ugly… and that it’s crude, don’t you, Mother?”

But the playful tone in his voice made it clear that he wasn’t serious about the question.

“You know that’s not what I meant…!” she protested.

Annoyed, Abella tried to push him away, her hands fumbling against his rock-hard chest. Carlisle, with a mischievous smile, responded by pushing himself deeper, his c*ck still inside her.

“Abella, if you touch me like that… ha, my crude c*ck might get hard again. Actually, it already has…”

As proof of his words, Abella felt the heat in her lower body reigniting.

The heavy, swollen c*ck began to cruelly stretch her once-peaceful hole open again.

“Ah…”

As she became more aware of it, she realized that despite having just finished, his c*ck was already fully hard again, ready for another round.

His hard c*ck, filling her, began to move slowly, its ridges rubbing against her now-sensitive inner walls. The sensation was so intense that Abella’s eyes fluttered, feeling as if sparks were flying inside her.

Before she knew it, Carlisle’s breathing had also become rough.

“I’m sorry for being so rough on you,” he whispered softly, his voice slightly strained.

“Just one more time… just let me finish one more time, okay? Abella.”

Despite his innocent, pleading voice, his lower body was anything but gentle. He roughly thrust into her already stretched and trembling entrance, signaling the start of another intense round.

His movements, now lacking restraint, were driven by urgency, excitement, and overwhelming affection that he couldn’t fully contain.

In the end, Abella had to endure Carlisle’s relentless attention for quite some time.

* * *

When she opened her eyes, the first things that greeted her were the warm air of the room and the savory smell of soup. She had expected to feel sticky all over after being worn out by Carlisle the night before, but surprisingly, her body felt clean and refreshed.

“You’re awake?”

As Abella wriggled under the blanket, Carlisle, as if sensing her movement, quickly approached.

Instinctively, Abella pulled the blanket up to her neck, watching him cautiously.

“Good morning, Mother.”

Noticing that he was addressing her the same way as before, Abella frowned and asked, clearly displeased.

“Why… are you still calling me that?”

“Because you are my mother, Abella. Even though I’m not your biological son… you gave me my second life.”

“But…”

Carlisle’s bright red eyes, now full of innocence, were completely different from the lustful gaze of the previous night. Abella caught off guard, was at a loss for words and could only fidget with the blanket.

Meanwhile, Carlisle approached and gently helped her to sit up.

“First, have some breakfast before it gets cold,” he said.

As she watched him being as kind as always, Abella felt a strange mix of emotions. It was hard to believe that the same person who had been so intense the night before could now act so calm and normal, and she couldn’t help but find it a bit irritating.

“Oh, and a lot of snow piled up overnight.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I think the winter festival might start soon…”

Carlisle trailed off, watching Abella’s reaction carefully. She knew that look all too well.

“You haven’t forgotten that you promised to go to the winter festival with me, right?”

In a soft, cautious voice, Carlisle revealed his true feelings. Watching him nervously glance around as he spoke, Abella had to bite down on the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

Normally, she would have readily agreed, but a playful mood suddenly came over her.