The Omnistore System

Chapter 53 Craving A Cuddle (R-18)

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'Wait... What the fuck? My mother is a horny bitch?' Kevin's voice trailed off in his mind, his astonishment both insulting and palpable. In the midst of this surreal scenario, he found himself confronting an entirely unforeseen facet of his mother's persona.

'Why I am acting like a bitch in heat toward my son? How could I do this?.....But....I need this.....ahh I don't care...I need this ahhhh Kevin.....I need you....' She asked herself but couldn't stop her hands from doing the act of sin. Her mind seemed locked onto an unexpected mental reel featuring young men, while the recent encounter with a certain tactile enthusiast had elevated the flames of impropriety to a whole new level. Determined to douse those thoughts, she orchestrated a mid-sleep maneuver, pivoting her body to face Kevin instead.

Staring at Kevin's face through a veil of teary eyes, she involuntarily parted her lips, allowing an utterance to escape in a peculiar mix of pleasure and surprise. "ahh son...look how good ahhh you're making me feel...."

'Okay, this is officially nuts.' Kevin, who had swiftly shut his eyes the moment he sensed her turning towards him, was struck with an earthquake of shock upon hearing her words. He'd encountered his fair share of women lost in the throes of passion, but they had been mere fleeting encounters. However, this was his mother—someone he valued, respected, and certainly did not want to treat disrespectfully. If she continued down this unexpected path, he feared he might not be able to prevent himself from getting carried away by the tide of her antics, and fuck her good. 

"Ugh... oh, yeah," Maria's moans floated in the air, her hefty thighs pressing against the hand that was working overtime between them. Ignoring the whole guilt and embarrassment shindig, she stayed committed to her quest for pleasure, zeroing in on the tantalizing sensations buzzing through her.

'What kind of mother does this?' Kevin's mind raced, observing his mother's unrelenting indulgence despite his best efforts to intervene.

In her own private pleasure zone, Maria's fingers kept up their intricate ballet. She had this smooth routine going on, gliding over her intimate folds with expert precision. It was like she was playing a secret instrument only she knew the tune to.

Her breath hitched, and her fingers ventured deeper, striking those pleasure jackpot zones that brought her closer to the edge. Her hips got in on the action, grooving to the rhythm like it was their favorite jam. A little gasp slipped out, proof of her experimenting with different pressures and speeds, chasing that ultimate thrill.

Kevin, stuck in the audience against his will, felt a rollercoaster of emotions. Confusion, concern, and weirdly enough, intrigue. He was glued to the scene, even though his brain was having a mini meltdown with all this wildness.

'Is she seriously going for it, even though parent's and child? Talk about being horny. Does she need a dick or something? Well, if she's that keen on getting some self-indulgence, let's give her... yeah, let's go all in until she's practically begging for mercy. Maybe that's the ticket to snap her out of these thoughts about me?' Kevin's mind raced, as he concocted a rather unusual plan to divert Maria's attention. With a determined nod, he closed his eyes, channeling his focus to his fingertips.

He was about to unveil a freshly acquired skill, the enigmatic "Yin Rising Hands." Though a novice at it, his confidence was a bit shaky, considering this was his maiden voyage. The system, however, had thrown him a bone, streamlining the initial phase to a degree.

The opening gambit demanded a delicate manipulation—collecting yang qi at his fingertip. Normally, this would necessitate a well-connected network of meridians, a prerequisite currently lacking in Kevin's setup. Yet, the system conveniently intervened, orchestrating a seamless gathering of yang qi from his own body.

Once this crucial step was squared away, the next leg of the journey beckoned. It required him to mimic the ebb and flow of yin qi within a woman's body, fostering its growth over time. Voila! The moniker "Yin Rising Hands" made perfect sense in this context, a technique that hinged on orchestrating the upward surge of yin energy.

'Wow, my fingers turning into a little furnace!' Kevin's mental exclamation punctuated the discovery of a toasty sensation tingling atop his fingertips, a clear indicator that the yang qi had congregated there. Now came the nuanced act of strategically connecting with Maria's body, pinpointing where yin qi tended to congregate.

Now, with a checklist of potential touchpoints, he needed to find the yin qi hotspots on Maria's body. The contenders: her "no-go zone," a.k.a. the Hush-Hush Headquarters, also known as her private bits, and the "Perky Peaks," those trusty outposts of sensory pleasure. But, alas, her southern region was off-limits due to the whole "I'm totally sleeping" charade.

He pondered, 'Should I give her a belly rub like a spa day gone wild? Or maybe channel my inner koala and latch onto her lower stomach?' Tough choices.

Suddenly, with the confidence of a gentleman taking the stage, he locked onto his target. With a nudge and a masterful shift, 'Maria, prepare for the epic Kevin bear hug experience!'

In a repeat performance, Kevin's hand playfully swooped in for a breast interruption, causing a minor disturbance in Maria's self-indulgent escapade. This time around, instead of the previous blushy embarrassment, her expression morphed into a mixture of annoyance and "Why now?"

'Seriously? Again?' Kevin's mental quip showcased his bemused disbelief, wondering if she was about to launch another one-arm escapade to thwart his tactile interference.

But hold the phone—plot twist alert! Maria had apparently decided to turn the tables. In a jaw-dropping move, she snagged his hands like a seasoned magician plucking rabbits out of a hat. Rather than the expected resistance, she cranked the dial to eleven, giving her own bosom an enthusiastic squeeze that sent moans echoing into the room. And just when he thought things couldn't get any more surreal, her sultry voice chimed in.

"Is my little baby craving a cuddle?" she purred, masterfully upping the ante by employing his hands as some sort of cleavage-enhancing tools. It was as if the laws of the universe had taken a coffee break, leaving chaos to reign supreme.

Kevin's inner commentator threw its hands up in defeat. 'Okay, now we're just doing a tango in the land of the absurd.' Witnessing his mother's audacious transformation into a sensual sorceress, he couldn't help but shake his head in sheer disbelief. 'mother you are quite a vulgar woman.'