Chapter 121: Rite of Passage

The moment their lips met, the familiar warm sensation enveloped John once again. Especially now, Grace's red lips were moist and warm.

The instant his tongue entered his mother's mouth, it easily made contact with her tongue. Although Grace was still in a state of unconsciousness and her perception of the outside world was not as strong, her soft and pliant tongue was extraordinarily cooperative with John.

At least when his tongue stirred inside, Grace's tongue was effortlessly guided by his. The moment his tongue entwined with Grace's, his hand once again grasped his mother's full breasts.

John seemed particularly fixated on Grace's breasts. As soon as he held them, he began to knead them vigorously.

While doing so, he thrust his thick and long penis vigorously in and out of Grace's vagina, just as he had done before, with wide and forceful movements. His voice also became very tremulous, and his speech was filled with a quivering tone.

After a few intense thrusts, John suddenly lifted his head, pulling his tongue out of his mother's mouth. He then grasped her full breasts with both hands and squeezed them towards the center. As he did so, John spoke in a voice filled with tremors: "Mom... Mom..."

After softly calling out "Mom" twice, John's penis thrust forward forcefully, breaking through layers of vaginal folds and reaching the deepest part of his mother's vagina.

"I... I'm cumming!"

Throwing his head back, John's thrusting penis, which had been slapping against Grace's vagina, plunged deeply into her depths. As the folds of her vagina squeezed around it, his thick, hard, and scorching penis, like a faucet turned on, began to ejaculate. Puffs of warm, white, and turbid semen spurted out, aimed directly at his mother's cervix.

If someone had been standing nearby at that moment, they would have seen John's thick and long penis, resembling an iron rod, with his testicles contracting rhythmically. Beneath the dark and yellowish skin, the seminal ducts were pulsing forward, one after another.

The virgin's semen flowed out like water from a drain, spurting into Grace's cervix with warmth and precision.

If Grace had been conscious at that moment, she would have been overwhelmed by the heat of John's youthful semen. However, she still had little awareness and felt nothing as the penis ejaculated inside her.

On the contrary, John, like a bow that had finally released its arrow, unleashed his accumulated desire. After reaching a certain point, he ejaculated contentedly under the squeezing and caressing of his mother's vagina.

The pleasure was almost as exhilarating as deflowering a virgin. As a young virgin, John finally completed his rite of passage inside his mother's vagina!

His trembling penis, carrying wave after wave of hot semen, continued to spurt like a faucet that couldn't be turned off, pouring the semen deep into his mother's vagina. It took a full seven or eight seconds for John's thick and hot penis to stop ejaculating.

However, with his strong and youthful physique, John's penis did not become flaccid quickly. On the contrary, after ejaculating, he slowly withdrew his penis from Grace's vagina. The moment it was pulled out, it was still visibly coated with the semen he had ejaculated deep inside her.

From the glans, droplets of turbid semen continued to fall, mostly landing on Grace's beautiful legs.

Seeing the dripping semen, John's heart skipped a beat, and he sprang out of bed, no longer indulging in the pleasure and satisfaction of ejaculation. Instead, he rushed to the bedside table, where he had prepared tissues in advance, and grabbed a few sheets. He meticulously wiped clean the semen that had dripped onto Grace's legs.

In addition to her legs, some of the semen that had been ejaculated inside her had also flowed out from her vagina. John, being observant, immediately placed the tissue under Grace's vagina and carefully wiped away the dripping semen.

After completing this "cleanup," John was finally able to let out a long breath.

Grace, still lying in bed, was completely naked. Her vagina, which was still slightly opening and closing, exhaled puffs of warm air after the sexual act, and her pink nipples had not yet subsided.

John, who had ejaculated and cleaned up the semen, slowly sat down beside Grace. His penis, even after ejaculation, had not become flaccid. It was still coated with the vaginal fluid from their lovemaking, glistening as if covered with a thin film.

After cleaning up the traces of semen, John sat alone at the head of the bed, breathing slightly heavily. Beside him, his beautiful mother Grace lay naked, her flawless fair skin and ample breasts fully exposed to the air. Her slightly parted lips exhaled warm breaths, and the entire room was filled with the sultry heat of post-coital intimacy.

Breathing heavily, John sat on the edge of the bed and turned to look at his beautiful mother. Her bare, fair body was completely exposed to John's gaze, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Her figure was gracefully curvaceous, with long hair cascading over the pillow like a waterfall. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her gently parted labia resembled a ripe peach on the verge of dripping with nectar, ready to be plucked.

After a moment of gazing at his naked mother, John felt his body growing hot again. His penis, which had only just subsided, began to rise once more. Looking down, he saw his member, like a stubborn little donkey unwilling to admit defeat, slowly and steadily becoming erect on its own.

The purplish-red glans glistened with a lewd sheen, as if still unsatisfied and eager to relish the pleasure of thrusting once again.

Thanks to his youth and robust constitution, John's penis was able to recover so quickly. Watching his erect member, John's breathing gradually intensified. He turned to look at his mother, a feral glint flashing in his eyes. 

Ultimately, after some deliberation, he slowly got up and climbed back onto the bed.