Chapter 382. The Inside Of A Mother... Never Gets Wrong At All**

Chapter 382: 382. The Inside Of A Mother... Never Gets Wrong At All**

He reached down, not to remove them, but to press the head of his cock against the fabric.

Schlick... squelch...

The soaked silk acted as a lubricant, allowing him to grind the massive head of his cock directly against her clit through the golden barrier. The sensation was maddeningly indirect yet intensely stimulating.

Aveline’s hips bucked involuntarily, her back arching off Tyler’s bed.

’This cock...’ she thought frantically, her eyes fixed on the way the fabric stretched dangerously thin under his pressure. ’How is it even supposed to fit?’

’There’s no way... it’s too big... ahhh...’ A wave of dizzying arousal crashed over her as she watched him work. ’Young men are seriously the best... Mike is... he’s probably the only one who could ever do this to me like this...’

Mike wasn’t content with teasing for long. He noticed the way the golden fabric was already soaked through with her arousal.

With practiced cruelty, he hooked two fingers into the waistband, pulling it aside just enough to create a small, glistening opening, a narrow gateway between the silk and her pussy.

"I’m not going to wait anymore," he growled.

Without further warning, he lined himself up with that tiny opening and thrust. He didn’t slide in slowly; he drove himself forward with one powerful, unrelenting motion, forcing his way past the golden fabric and straight into her tight, aching cunt.

"AAAAAHHHH!! OH GOD!! MMMMFF!! HNGGG!!" Aveline’s scream was raw, tearing from her throat as her body was violently split open.

The sheer force of the penetration felt like it reached all the way to her lungs. Her eyes rolled back so far only the whites showed, and her entire body convulsed in a violent spasm.

SPLURT! SQUELCH!

The moment he bottomed out, Aveline’s orgasm exploded. It wasn’t just a climax; it was a flood.

Her pussy muscles clamped around him in desperate, rhythmic pulses, and a torrent of clear fluid sprayed out from her, soaking the golden panties and spreading rapidly across Tyler’s bedsheets.

Mike felt the warm gush of her squirt soaking into his thighs and the fabric, the wetness spreading in a circle beneath them. He let out a dark, triumphant laugh as he began to pump inside her, each thrust making a wet, slapping sound against the silk.

Slap schlick slap schlick!

"Heh, look at that," Mike mocked, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure as he watched her face contort in ecstasy. "You’re squirting the second I put it in?"

"Just one thrust and you’re already losing control?"

He leaned down closer, his nose brushing hers as he drove deeper, making her cry out in fragmented moans. "You’re going to cum all over your son’s bed like this?"

"Right where he sleeps?" He punctuated the sentence with a particularly hard thrust that made her scream again. "You’re seriously a messed-up mother, Aveline!"

"A fucking filthy, broken mother."

"Nnnngh... ahhh!! Yes!! Mmmph!! More!! Please!!" Aveline couldn’t even process the shame anymore.

The insults only served to heighten her arousal, making her feel even more debased, even more owned. She clung to his hands, her fingers twitching as she begged for more of the pain and pleasure that was systematically dismantling her sanity on the bed of her own child.

The bed became a battlefield of sensation and sin. Aveline’s fingers clawed at the mattress, her nails digging deep into the fabric as she fought to anchor herself against the relentless assault of Mike’s cock. Every thrust felt like it was rewriting her nervous system, sending jolts of electricity straight to her core.

"AAAAHHH!! OH GOD!! MMMMFF!! HNGGG!!" Her screams were no longer coherent; they were raw, animalistic sounds of surrender.

Her body couldn’t stop responding; each time Mike bottomed out, another wave of climax would crash over her. Her pussy muscles would clamp down on him in desperate, milking spasms, pumping out more and more of her arousal.

Splurt... squelch... schlick...

The sounds were obscene. The golden panties were now completely saturated, unable to contain the torrent of fluids.

Her juices soaked through the silk, spreading in a wide, steaming pool across Tyler’s sheets, mixing with the remnants of his cum from earlier. The bed was becoming drenched, the mattress squelching beneath them with every violent movement.

Mike saw her breaking and decided to twist the knife. He lowered his upper body, crushing her against the mattress, his heavy chest pressing against her heaving breasts.

The sudden intimacy of his weight made Aveline gasp, her arms instinctively flying up to wrap around his thick neck. She clung to him like a drowning woman clinging to a raft in a storm.

’I’m drowning...’ she thought, her mind slipping into a state of pure, unadulterated haze. ’I’m drowning in pleasure... and I don’t want to be saved.’

The guilt that had been screaming in her head moments ago had been silenced by the sheer overwhelming physical reality of him.

’The sensation... it’s nothing like I feared,’ she realized as his cock hammered into her. ’I thought I’d feel shame, but all I feel is... this.’

’This is impossible; he needs to be destroyed...’

Mike didn’t give her time to think. He began to fuck her with renewed ferocity, his hips moving in powerful, piston-like strokes that made the entire bed creak and groan under their combined weight.

THUD SCHLICK! THUD SCHLICK! THUD SCHLICK!

"Fuck, Aveline, you’re so tight," Mike growled, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he drove himself home again and again. "You’re taking every inch like you were made for this."

Aveline’s face was a mask of pure, unbridled lust. Her eyes were rolled back, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth in a daze of overstimulation.

She looked completely undone, completely debased, and utterly satisfied. She was making the horniest face imaginable, an expression of raw, shameless need that would have horrified her if she still had the capacity to care.

"Nnnnngh... ahhh... mmmph!! HAAAAH!!" Her moans turned into high-pitched whines as he found the exact angle to grind against her swollen clit while simultaneously stretching her cunt to its limit.

The room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their coupling: the slapping of skin against skin, the squelching of fluids, and the guttural sounds of Mike’s breathing mixed with Aveline’s shattered cries.

She was lost in it, lost in the heat, lost in the shame, and lost in the terrifyingly perfect pleasure of being fucked senseless on her own son’s bed.

Desperate for even more of the friction that was dismantling her sanity, Aveline reached down with shaking hands. Her fingers fumbled against the slick, golden silk before finding purchase on her own thighs.

With a wet, determined grunt, she grabbed her knees and pulled them back toward her chest, hiking her hips upward. This position arched her back dramatically, splaying her pussy wide open and presenting herself to Mike like a sacrifice on an altar.

"Fuck, Aveline... you really don’t know when to stop wanting it, do you?" Mike growled, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her completely exposed, her folds glistening and swollen from her repeated orgasms.

Seeing the perfect opportunity to escalate the intensity, Mike shifted his position. He moved from lying on top of her to crouching over her legs.

He planted his feet firmly on the mattress, gripping his own knees with both hands to stabilize himself, a position that forced him to engage his core and thighs, turning the act into a display of raw, athletic dominance.

Thunk. Squelch. Thunk.

With his legs braced, he could put his entire body weight behind every thrust. He drove himself into her with explosive power, each cock stroke sending a shockwave through her entire frame.

The sound was deafening in the quiet room: the heavy slap of his pelvis hitting her ass combined with the wet, sucking noise of his cock sliding through her flooded cunt.

"AAAAHHH!! OH GOD!! MIKE!! HNGGG AAAAHHH!!" Aveline’s head thrashed against the pillow.

The new angle allowed him to bottom out harder than ever before, his pubic bone grinding mercilessly against her sensitive clit with every lunge.

After several punishing strokes, Mike leaned forward, his sweat dripping onto her flushed skin.

"Now, Aveline," he commanded, his voice rough and commanding. "Press those thighs together! Squeeze them tight around me!"

Aveline obeyed instantly, her body acting on pure instinct. She pressed her thighs together, trapping his cock between the walls of her legs and the inner flesh of her thighs.

The effect was immediate. The pressure became astronomical; her pussy was no longer just being stretched, it was being crushed around him.

Schlick squish schlick squish!

"Fuck yes!" Mike roared, feeling the incredible constriction. "That’s it! Squeeze me like you’re trying to drain me dry!"

The added tightness turned each thrust into a different kind of torture. Because there was less room to move, the friction was concentrated entirely on her most sensitive nerve endings.

Mike began to pound even harder, his movements becoming faster and more desperate as he fought against the overwhelming grip of her muscles.

"Nnnngh... ahhh!! It’s too much!! Mmmph!! But don’t stop!! PLEASE DON’T STOP!!" Aveline screamed, her voice breaking into a high-pitched wail.

The sensation of being squeezed so tightly while being impaled so deeply was sending her mind into a complete meltdown.

Wanting to push her even further past the breaking point, Mike reached down and grabbed her left leg. He lifted it higher, draping it over his shoulder while still maintaining his punishing rhythm.

This twisted her pelvis at an even more extreme angle, exposing her cunt to the full force of his thrusts while making it impossible for her to escape the sensation.