The morning light slowly filled Anna’s bedroom.
Leo was still asleep, his arm draped possessively over his mother’s waist.
They were both naked under the blanket.
His cock rested against her thigh, half-hard even in his sleep.
Anna had barely slept.
She lay stiffly on her back, staring at the ceiling, her body sore and aching from the night before.
She could still feel his cum inside her.
Anna felt sick.
Her own son had raped her.
Not once — but for weeks while she was unconscious, and now openly while she was awake.
Her mind was a mess of fear, disgust, and confusion.
Leo stirred beside her.
His eyes opened slowly.
“Hey, Mom,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss her on the lips.
Anna turned her head away.
Leo didn’t seem bothered.
He kissed her cheek instead, then moved closer, pressing his body against hers.
His hand slid down and grabbed her bare ass, squeezing it firmly.
“Why don’t you love me?” he asked, his voice almost gentle.
“I love you so much.”
He pulled her closer, his hand still on her backside, fingers digging into her flesh.
“I love you… I love you… I love you…” he kept repeating, kissing her neck and shoulder between the words.
Anna’s body went rigid.
She looked at him with wide, shocked eyes.
“Leo… what happened to you?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“This isn’t you. You were never like this. What’s wrong with you?”
Leo’s expression didn’t change.
He kept caressing her ass while looking straight into her eyes.
“Nothing’s wrong with me,” he said calmly. The source of this chapter is g.com.
“I just realized the truth. We only have each other now.”
Anna’s face tightened with pain.
Leo continued, his voice low but steady.
“Even Dad left us. He didn’t love you. He didn’t love me either. He just walked away and never came back. But I’m still here. I’m the one who stayed. I’m the one who wants you.”
He leaned in and kissed her again, this time more forcefully.
“I’m never going to leave you, Mom. Never. So stop fighting it.”
Anna’s eyes filled with tears.
She tried to push his hand off her ass, but he only held her tighter.
“Leo… please,” she said, her voice breaking.
“This has to stop. You’re my son. This is wrong.”
Leo smiled again, but there was something dark behind it.
“It’s too late to stop now,” he whispered, pulling her even closer until their bodies were completely pressed together.
“You’re mine. And I’m going to keep showing you how much I love you… every single day.”
His hand slid between her legs.