Male (Dual Cultivation Sect)

John looked up at the ceiling in a daze in bed. The blanket covering up to his shoulders.

The shift and movement of the covers didn't catch his attention, until a wet and warm feeling covered his dick.

Still, he didn't open the covers, his memories of last night becoming clearer and clearer.

John was born in a dual cultivation sect, and his mother was the sect master. John didn't have a father, rather his mother had used a special method to conceive him without a male partner.

The night before was his 18th birthday, and his mother celebrated it with him in bed.

The sex was... not for him.

John enjoyed it sure, but it wasn't what he preferred. It was animalistic sex, with no regards for each other.

Clearly his mother had him in the first place was to have taboo sex.

It was the only thing that really made it a somewhat enjoyable act.

John continued to endure his mother's relentless **** under the sheets. A bump in the blankets between his legs bopped up and down.

Eventually though, he reached his limit. His hands came above the blanket and the bump, pressing softly.

His mother took the hint and her nose plunged into his non-existent pubes. John preferred to keep himself clean.

After painting her throat and stomach white with her son's own cum, she pushed herself up to face him.

Her hands wandered his body as she slowly came up to his face, her big perky tits dragged along.

"How was it dear?" A wide smile on her face as she made eye contact with him.

"It was alright..." John responded.

"What's wrong?" She picked up on his hesitation.

"I.. uh just don't like how we did it last night..." John was a little embarrassed to say it.

"Oh? How would you like it?"