The mother in the car

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"Beep! Beep!" Hearing the horn, I quickly finished my breakfast and ran out. I saw my dad jump out of the driver's seat. Today was Sunday, and the whole family was out helping my grandma move in the countryside. My uncle had just moved into a bigger house and decided to bring her to live with him in the city. Grandma lived alone in her ancestral home in the countryside. She didn't have much stuff, so renting a large truck would be a waste. Besides, the small roads outside the village were difficult to navigate, so my dad only borrowed a small truck. But this small truck was terrible. The engine was extremely loud, the cab had two rows of four seats, the seats were peeling and faded everywhere, the rearview mirror was missing, but the windows were still intact, and there were several old ropes lying in the dirty back bed.

"Look at the car you found! It's old and dirty, and there's so much filth in it. How am I supposed to pack anything?" Mom complained to Dad as she started cleaning.

I went over to help Mom clean the back of the truck, while Dad carried things out of the cab: firecrackers, incense, candles, wine, meat, cigarettes, old sheets, tattered blankets, and unused towels. He made several trips back and forth. Grandma had specifically instructed him to prepare these things. According to our local custom, moving requires setting off firecrackers, killing chickens to worship ancestors, hosting a feast for the clan elders, and distributing cigarettes to the villagers who helped. The sheets and blankets were for wrapping the furniture and porcelain. Originally, we planned to put them in the back of the truck, but Mom thought they were dirty and piled them all in the driver's cab.

After everything was cleaned and tidied up and we were ready to leave, Dad opened the back door and pointed to the only empty seat behind the driver, saying to me, "Qiangzai, if we piled everything in there, we could make room for this seat. Why don't you let Mom sit on your lap? You're such a big guy, I'm not afraid she'll crush you, am I?"

"That's hard to say, Mom is quite heavy! With my small frame, I don't know how long I can hold on!" I teased, glancing at Mom.

"You stinky Qiang! How dare you tell Mom I'm overweight? Don't you think my figure is up to standard? I'll teach you a lesson!" She protested, slapping me and then turning around defiantly. Then she realized she was dirty and insisted on going back inside to change, not forgetting to glare at me as she did so.

My mother's figure is truly amazing. Among women in their thirties, few can maintain such a curvaceous figure; she's practically a devilish figure. At first glance, my mother seems a little plump. She's only 150cm tall, but she has large breasts and a big butt, both petite and incredibly sexy. Actually, she wasn't fat at all. Her waist was so slender you could wrap your hand around it, and her measurements were a perfect 33-21-33. Her breasts were almost a C-cup, and her buttocks were round, full, and incredibly perky. It was just that her breasts and buttocks were so large that she looked a bit chubby, but it was extremely alluring.

My mother's face wasn't particularly striking, so she paid special attention to maintaining her figure. Her S-shaped curves were always her proudest asset, and she always paid close attention to her clothing when going out. She always flaunted her sexy and revealing outfits, and today was no exception. I almost had a nosebleed when she came out. She had changed into a black, tight-fitting, low-cut t-shirt, revealing a deep cleavage, and a brown floral mini-skirt that barely covered her round buttocks, without worrying about any wardrobe malfunctions. Perhaps because of the hot weather and the work she had to do, she wasn't wearing her favorite black stockings, just barefoot in a pair of crystal sandals with half heels.

It was a very warm day, and I was dressed in light, breezy clothes: a black t-shirt and loose beach shorts, both made of thin, silky athletic fabric, along with baggy boxer briefs and flip-flops. Last night's Japanese AV had left me feeling quite aroused, and suddenly seeing my mother's outfit immediately triggered an arousal. Startled, I hurriedly jumped into the car and sat down, obediently clamping my legs together, afraid to move. She then squeezed in, playfully pinching my nose, turning and plopping down on my lap, her slender white fingers supporting my knees.

Dad started the car and turned onto the highway. I breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that she hadn't noticed the changes in her body. Little did I know that this erotic journey had only just begun. Mom was especially happy today, squirming and twisting on my lap, occasionally lifting her bottom to whisper and laugh with Dad close to her face. I was under her, nervously sweating, my hands at my sides, legs clamped together, not daring to move, feeling that "weapon" still growing. There was absolutely nothing I could do. Imagine a stunningly beautiful mature woman, scantily clad, sitting on my lap, my nose filled with her alluring scent, looking up at her long, white neck, our legs pressed together below the knees. Add to that her alluring red lips and breathtaking breasts, her full, bouncy buttocks swaying against her thighs, occasionally peeking out to reveal her panties—black, lace-trimmed, semi-transparent, with so many folds you could count them. Even if it were my mother or grandmother sitting on my lap, I wouldn't be able to resist. I'm not some saint; who could resist such an eye-catching temptation?

I kept telling myself it was immoral, but my penis remained shamefully hard, throbbing as if it might burst out at any moment. I could only clench my fists tightly, not daring to relax for a second. I endured it without moving, only relaxing my numb legs when Mom lifted her buttocks to talk to Dad. My "weapon" would then spring out, making a tent-like opening, which I'd quickly shove back in and clamp down hard. She remained oblivious, still laughing and joking with Dad, continuing to unconsciously provoke me. I really couldn't hold on any longer! Damn it!!

Soon, disaster struck. Dad whispered a joke in my ear, and Mom laughed so hard she slumped back down. Just then, my numb legs relaxed, and my "weapon" darted out like a venomous snake, landing squarely on her buttocks. Oh no! Mom clearly sensed it, and even strangely reached out to touch it. Suddenly realizing it was my penis, she abruptly pulled her hand back, her laughter abruptly ceasing, and she was about to jump up in embarrassment. The sudden silence created an awkward atmosphere. Dad turned around curiously, and their eyes met. She hesitated for a moment, remaining seated. The silence in the car continued; neither of us spoke. Suddenly, Mom subtly shifted her hips, moving the "weapon" between her legs. Moving away now would make things even more awkward, but she didn't want to continue being bothered by the "weapon." This compromise relieved me; I had almost been killed by it earlier.

If Mom and I continued like this, although it was awkward, we could still manage to get to Grandma's house. But Dad insisted on taking a shortcut, turning onto an old, remote highway. The road was narrow, bumpy, and uneven, and the car started to bounce violently. Mom was bounced up and down on her lap, and even gripping the seat back tightly was useless. If you only looked at the movements, it really looked like we were having sex. Realizing this, my penis suddenly grew much larger, and it "slipped" out of her panties, jumping up and pressing against her lower body. Now, between our crotches and buttocks, there were only two thin layers of fabric left: a thin layer of sportswear and a layer of semi-transparent lace.

The car bumped harder and harder, her vulva pressed tightly against my penis, the warm, full sensation almost made me ejaculate—it was so stimulating! My mother, however, was extremely embarrassed. "That thing" was pressing against her most private place, getting harder and hotter, feeling even bigger than my husband's. A strange feeling welled up inside her, a mix of shame and anger mixed with unease. Not daring to continue sitting on my lap, she got up and pretended to talk to my father. But the space was too cramped to stand; she couldn't even straighten her legs, only able to break free by half-bending her knees and half-bending her waist. Behind me, her buttocks were slightly raised, not too high, otherwise I would see under her skirt. She supported herself on the back of the chair, bearing most of her weight.

This position was exhausting for my mother; she couldn't hold on for more than a few minutes. Sweat quickly covered her pretty face, her breathing became rapid, her legs trembled, and she collapsed back into my lap. Already burning with desire, this sudden closeness instantly aroused me to the extreme, giving me the urge to embrace her and ravage her. However, I remained rational. Seeing her flustered state, I suddenly felt uncomfortable and sat there, not daring to move.

The car continued to bump along, and Mom remained limp in my arms, my penis still trapped between her legs, rubbing back and forth against her buttocks, the head pressing against a soft, protruding mound. I was in immense pain too; my penis was throbbing so hard it felt like it was about to burst, harder than steel. My blood rushed to my head, and I instinctively held her tightly. Mom's eyes were red with anxiety, and she struggled subtly, but I was holding her too tightly, my arms around her waist feeling like we were welded together. She couldn't pry it open with either hand, and frantically twisted and pinched her arms. Just then, the car lurched violently, and the glans, still attached to her shorts, slipped into the lace, pressing against the soft, warm wetness.

"Ah!" Mom cried out in surprise.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Dad, focused on driving, asked with his back to us.

"N-nothing...it's nothing! The car just jolted too hard, and I bumped into something," she hurriedly tried to cover it up.

The car had already left the city, flanked by dense banana groves and rice paddies. There wasn't a single car in sight, and the road conditions had worsened. Just as she was about to yell for the car to stop, a stray dog suddenly darted out from the roadside. Startled, Dad slammed on the brakes, the screeching sound throwing him off balance. Although his buttocks were off the seat, our genitals remained pressed together, and with a thud, we were thrown back down, the head of my penis suddenly pushing into her vagina. The car stopped, and Mom struggled to open the door, but I pulled her back, covering her immediate scream, only letting out muffled groans.

Dad was still shaken after watching the stray dog dart past, which made him quite angry. He started the car, grumbling, but the road was slippery and narrow, so he could only drive cautiously. Thinking that Mom had just been hit again, and this time quite hard, he didn't dare to look back and started yelling at me.

"Qiang! You idiot! What kind of son are you? Look what you've done to your mother! Protect her properly and don't let her get hurt again!"

"Okay! I promise it won't happen again!" I quickly replied. I

was relieved to have escaped a disaster. Luckily, Dad didn't look back, luckily the engine was loud enough, and luckily I covered up the scream, otherwise I really would have been knocked down. My mother was still struggling to escape. I wrapped my right arm around her slender waist, lifted my leg, and pressed down hard on her kicking feet, holding her firmly in my arms. Through the thin fabric, my penis barely entered her vaginal opening; the feeling was extremely unpleasant, like taking a shower while wearing clothes. Then I had an idea. I kept my left hand over her mouth, and used my upper arm to strangle her neck. She immediately suffocated and became powerless to struggle, collapsing like mud within seconds. Using my left arm and legs to continue restraining her, I took the opportunity to loosen my grip on her waist, lifted her buttocks, pulled out my penis, and then hugged her tightly, squeezing her firmly.

Now, I was truly "intimate" with my mother. I thrust my erect penis into her "garden entrance," and she desperately twisted her hips to dodge, only to become wet in the process. My right hand firmly held her flailing waist, I adjusted my hips to aim at her vulva, and pressed down hard, "plop," it was inside her all the way. Tears instantly welled in her eyes. Being raped so close to her husband, by their own son—how could she live with herself like this?!

Regardless of what my mother thought, I was already lost in the wonderful stimulation, greedily kissing the woman in my arms, leaving wanton marks on her fair neck, back, and shoulders. My hands encircled her waist, kneading her buttocks forcefully, my penis thrusting wildly inside her, the movements unrestrained and wild, attacking from above and below, inside and out. My mother quickly succumbed to this stimulation; her stiff body trembled slightly, her limbs almost stopped resisting, and her struggles weakened. Her mind and body softened, and I became even more excited, changing my approach to gentle stimulation.

My right hand began stroking her thighs, slowly moving towards her vulva. When I gently touched her clitoris, my mother's whole body shuddered violently, then went completely limp. Seeing her intense reaction, I knew the pursuit was finally over; I had achieved a complete victory, capturing my mother's body. Now it was time to enjoy the spoils. He pressed his fingers down further, pinching and kneading the small protrusion, simultaneously coordinating with the thrusting of his penis. Her reaction intensified. She quickly became soaked, her vagina gushing with even more lustful fluid, the slippery liquid covering her entire vulva and soaking both of our underwear, making thrusting much easier.

Suddenly, Mom patted my left hand, which was still covering my mouth. She then pointed to Dad in front of us, and I immediately understood what she meant. She was telling me with her gesture that we were in danger; Dad was right in front of us, and we mustn't let him find out. I nodded and just as I released my left hand, she grabbed it and bit it hard, then abruptly turned her head to stare at me, her gaze angry and resentful. I hurriedly tried to cover my mouth again, but she waved me off, then glared at me fiercely before turning back to look ahead. I slapped her right arm away, pulled down her skirt (which had wrinkled up to her waist) to cover our still-engaged parts, and spread my thick legs that were pinning her down, moving my numb ankles.

My mother tugged at her bra and t-shirt, smoothed her hair, took a deep breath, glared at me again, and turned to lean against the back of the chair in front of her. Her slender waist began to sway, moving from side to side like a snake, her hips twisting and grinding, sending a tingling sensation straight to my heart. I was stunned by this movement, then a wave of surprise washed over me. My mother was responding to me; she was initiating sex with me. I was so happy I felt like I was dying. I grabbed her writhing, pert buttocks and fucked her with all my might, fucking my mother who gave me life and raised me. She pursed her lips tightly, struggling to suppress the surging pleasure, probably thinking, "How can I feel pleasure! I can feel pleasure being raped by my own son! Am I a dirty, promiscuous woman?"

My mother was torn with pain as she responded to my thrusts, her hands gripping the back of the chair in front of her, her neck arched as she took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. As I thrust vigorously, I reached under her skirt, my fingers roaming and teasing her pubic bone, rubbing her wet labia majora, and occasionally caressing her slightly protruding clitoris. This left her weak and swaying, her juices flowing like a tidal wave. Her body gradually tensed, her hips moving more and more violently. My mother was beginning to enjoy herself, no longer caring about shame, anger, or danger. Her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed, and she was panting heavily, covered in fragrant sweat. I continued to rape her forcefully, my penis penetrating deeper into her vagina, reaching her cervix and rotating it a few times to make our genitals fit together even tighter, creating incredibly intense friction. My throbbing glans ravaged her vagina, thrusting in and out with each jolting motion. Her large breasts rippled with pleasure; she had never experienced such stimulation before. She slumped, lost in the ecstasy, a strange anticipation rising amidst her shame.

I raced across my mother's body, kneading her throbbing breasts with both hands. The truck accelerated, decelerated, and braked frequently, allowing me to freely play with her vagina with each bump. She became increasingly aroused, her hips writhing more powerfully. Worried that the noise would alert my father, I quickly reduced the intensity, continuing my rape at a slower pace. After slowing down, the thrusts became even more powerful, forcing her to bite her lip to barely bear it. Her pert buttocks trembled like water from the impact, her ample breasts bouncing up and down. I ravaged my mother with abandon, her beautiful body writhing in my arms. I kneaded my father's wife's breasts in front of him, this shameless and immoral display of defiance gave me a drug-like thrill!

We were almost at my grandmother's house. The country roads were more difficult to travel on, but it made it easier to thrust into my mother. Under the cover of the bumps, I increased my movements, one hand around her waist to keep her from moving, the other kneading her full breasts, thrusting my hips forward, my penis penetrating as deep as possible. I could clearly feel her vagina contracting, the force so strong it felt like it could snap my penis. My chest pressed tightly against her back, savoring this unparalleled pleasure.

My movements quickened, and my mother, like a small boat in a storm, swayed helplessly in my arms, her breasts billowing as she nearly broke free of her clothes. Her face flushed, her eyes tightly shut, her breathing rapid and erratic. Knowing this was the prelude to orgasm, I thrust even harder, each stroke like a sharp sword being drawn. I held my breath, pumping dozens of times like a piston, my back tightening, my head spinning, and the gate of my glans suddenly opened, hot semen gushing into her body. My mother also climaxed at the same time. Her body suddenly tensed up, and she let out a low groan. Her fair legs stretched out forcefully, her delicate toes curling and stiffening incessantly, and her slender fingers gripped the back of the chair, veins bulging. Her vaginal contractions became even more intense, her cervix sucking hard at my glans, a gush of vaginal fluid spraying onto it. Her muscles spasmed

and trembled involuntarily, instantly covering my back with a thin layer of sweat. I held my mother's sweat-soaked body, kissing and licking her long neck, earlobes, and rounded shoulders. She lay softly in my arms, her unfocused eyes still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm. The penis was still inserted in her vagina, and some white, lustful fluid flowed from the point of contact, dripping down her smooth thighs. Dad was still focused on driving, unaware of the incestuous scene unfolding behind him. Finally, they arrived at Grandma's house. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Mom jumped out and ran quickly to the toilet. Everyone assumed she needed to pee, but only I knew she didn't… At Grandma's house, Mom always avoided me. Every time our eyes met, she would frantically look away, or turn away to make small talk, or grab something and quickly run away. For the entire day, she didn't look at me directly, nor did she give me a chance to approach her alone. We worked in silence the whole time. Grandma found the coldness between mother and son strange and caught her, giving her a barrage of questions and lectures.

After a long, dusty day of work, we ate a quick and simple lunch. When we finally finished packing the car full of belongings, we realized it was getting late and it looked like it was about to rain. Ignoring Grandma's pleas to stay, Dad decided to head back immediately. We'd put the things in our garage and deliver them to Uncle's new house the next day. Mom wanted to sit in the passenger seat, but Grandma had crammed the car with all sorts of odds and ends, almost reaching the roof. She was getting impatient and insisted on moving everything to the back. Dad had already started the car and was urging us to get in. Grandma was also complaining; if she insisted any longer, people would get suspicious. So, she reluctantly got into the back seat, sitting far away from me, right next to the door.

As the truck turned onto the small road outside the village, it was already quite dark. Dad was exhausted after a long day, and even shifting gears seemed sluggish. Mom was hunched over in her seat, head down, lost in thought. Looking at her so close, I secretly rejoiced, thinking, "You can't escape now!" Suddenly, thunder roared outside, and a torrential downpour began. The sky darkened instantly, and visibility soon disappeared. Dad quickly turned on the headlights.

"The road ahead is going to be difficult. I need to concentrate on driving and don't distract me!" Dad said to us, his back to us, without even turning around.

"Okay!" I shouted excitedly, but Mom remained silent, her head still down.

Dad casually turned off the headlights, leaving only the fluorescent light on the dashboard in the driver's seat. Outside, it was pitch black, and the headlights only illuminated a few meters ahead. A streak of lightning occasionally flashed through the night, darting wildly through the torrential rain, followed by deafening thunder rolling overhead. The trees beside us and the road in the distance appeared and disappeared in the flashes of lightning, looking eerily pale. Amidst the successive flashes of lightning, Mom began to move closer, slowly pressing her arm against mine. Touching her cold skin, I could feel her trembling body, filled with fear.

A massive bolt of lightning suddenly struck, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. My mother screamed and scrambled to my side, gripping my arm tightly and burying her face in my chest, her body trembling like an autumn leaf. Through the lightning, I could see the terror on her pale face; she was truly frightened by this awful weather. Holding me tightly in her arms, it seemed that heaven had once again come to my rescue. I inhaled her alluring scent, a mixture of sweat and warmth, and gently stroked her trembling back, kissing her smooth forehead and beautiful hair repeatedly, warming her icy body with my own body heat and affection. Mom gradually came to her senses and found herself curled up in my arms. Her face instantly turned burning hot. She wanted to struggle to escape, but couldn't bear to leave the warm embrace. Her hands climbed up her full breasts again. She was still hesitating, but after realizing what she was doing, her face turned bright red with embarrassment, and she pinched my arm hard a few times.

Dad suddenly said, "Honey, I want to listen to Wang Jie's songs, but I can't free my hands. Can you come and put them down for me?"

"Okay...okay...right away!" Mom agreed, swatting away the mischievous hands and taking the opportunity to jump out of my arms. She bent over and stuck her buttocks out between the car seats, groping in the fluorescent light to open the cassette case and search for something. Of course, I couldn't miss such a good opportunity. I lifted her skirt and started touching her, and almost got a nosebleed. Her incredibly firm and bouncy buttocks were completely bare, with nothing underneath. I remembered that she always wore a cloth wrapped tightly around her waist, saying it was to avoid getting her clothes dirty. Now I realized it was to prevent her from showing too much skin! She probably took it off when she went to the bathroom, because it was covered in semen, but it had a strong "love" smell. It was a memorable first time, a testament to my possession, and I wondered where it was hidden.

But now it was even better. My mother's beautiful, plump, round vulva, covered with soft, long pubic hair and exuding an alluring fragrance, was once again presented to me. The thought of her long, beautiful legs and her snow-white, round, and soft buttocks, swaying in the darkness before me, instantly made my penis hard as iron. I could almost see those plump, tender buttocks, that mysterious and alluring flower core, laid out before me like a sweet pastry. This image made me collapse instantly, once again lost in the sea of lust. Even knowing my father was right beside me, I couldn't help but hunch my head against her upturned buttocks, sticking out my tongue to lick and search for that tightly clenched, full vulva.

Mom was searching for the cassette tape when she suddenly felt a warm spray on her vulva, followed by something hot and slippery penetrating inside. The tingling, electric sensation made her weak all over, and she immediately remembered that she wasn't wearing underwear... "Ah...!" Mom panicked and tried to shrink back into her seat.

"Honey, are you alright? Haven't you found the cassette tape yet?" Dad asked her.

"N-nothing! I just... just got a little bumped by the chair back, I'll look again!"

Mom answered, suppressing the pleasure, and continued searching with shame, her legs kicking fiercely from behind. I held her, spread them apart, and tucked them under my ribs, burying my face between her buttocks. He extended his tongue, gently scraping and licking, teasing the two plump petals and the engorged, hardened clitoris. His mouth lightly bit or sucked hard, as if greedily devouring a child, thoroughly enjoying himself. The rumbling thunder, mixed with the sound of rain and the roar of the engine, was deafening, drowning out the "molestation" inside the car.

His mother, her face flushed with intoxication, gritted her teeth, violating him again in front of her husband and son. Yet, instead of resolutely resisting this shameless incestuous act, he felt a faint sense of anticipation. This feeling filled her with both shame and excitement, her mind a jumbled mess, her vulva completely wet, her buttocks swaying unconsciously in response, more and more vaginal fluid gushing out. She devoured every last drop of this wanton liquid, like a dying traveler finding an oasis in the desert. I savored the fluid, sweeter than honey, smearing it all over my face like feeding a pig.

Feeling my mother's coy attitude, I was encouraged to lick even harder, my lower body throbbing with a painful fullness. I quietly pulled down my shorts, and my rock-hard penis sprang out like a spring. While licking her genitals, I used her vaginal fluids to stroke my penis, my desire burning ever brighter, like oil being poured on a fire. My erection became increasingly unbearable, and suddenly the idea of "footjob" flashed into my mind. I loosened my weak legs, kicked off my crystal sandals, and scooped her feet up in my hands. Her cool, slightly trembling feet felt wonderful to hold. I used her soft soles to clamp my penis between my toes, continuing to stroke it along her legs. The occasional rubbing of her delicate toes sent waves of strange pleasure through me—it felt amazing!

"Honey, we've been looking for so long and haven't found it, stop looking." Dad spoke up.

"Let's look a little longer! It'll be ready soon..." Mom was already breathing heavily.

"You've been bent over for so long, you're practically gasping for breath! Can't I stop listening to music?!" Dad said.

"Oh... okay!" she mumbled in response.

"Ah Jie, quickly help Mom back to her seat!" Dad called to me.

"Oh... okay!" I replied, pretending to be calm.

Mom's breathing was indeed a little rapid, but it wasn't from looking for the cassette tape; that was thanks to my mouth! Feeling that she had already straightened up, I could only reluctantly let go of her delicate feet, and slowly pulled her back with my hands on her waist, thinking about how to release my desire. As Mom's center of gravity shifted to its highest point and she sat down, I had a sudden inspiration. I pulled her forcefully into my arms, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto my lap. "Thump!" My penis slid into her wet, tender core again.

"Ah..." Mom cried out in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Dad asked without turning his head.

"N-nothing...it's too...too dark, my...toe...bumped," she answered, struggling.

I gripped Mom's slender waist firmly, with a small part of my penis still outside, the rest tightly enveloped by the tender flesh of her vagina. I held my breath, afraid to make any further movement, lest I disturb Dad in the front seat. She struggled and writhed in my arms, but I held her tightly, preventing her from getting what she wanted. My penis, however, plunged all the way in as she struggled, and I enjoyed the pleasure of reaching her core while holding her even tighter, not giving her a chance to break free. This time I took a risk and didn't cover my mother's mouth to see her reaction. Sure enough, she only panted and struggled without making any other sounds, and the strength of her struggles gradually decreased. Haha! As expected, my wish had come true. She would no longer refuse incest, and she wouldn't let her father discover this "family shame." Now, she seemed resigned to her fate and stopped struggling, sitting softly on my lap, panting. In the darkness, she seemed to glance back, and I could feel the helplessness and resentment in her eyes, as if blaming me for my reckless intrusion and for my foolish mistake.

I cared about nothing else; all I wanted was to ravage the woman in my arms, to knead and savor her, and then swallow her whole. My hands climbed up her smooth, full breasts; her large, delicate peaks were mesmerizing. I gently caressed her firm breasts while rubbing and trembling them inside her warm, wet vagina. I felt the tender flesh inside begin to tighten and relax, tighten and relax again. The body in my arms, which had been cold and stiff, slowly became hot and soft. My mother finally responded; the pleasure within her excited her, and she began to enjoy the thrill of incest between mother and son in this tense and stimulating environment.

The car moved slowly and bumpily forward, my mother and I thrusting in and out, my penis plunging deep into her vagina each time, a fleshy ring gripping the glans. Ah! The tingling sensation made every cell spasm, it was so beautiful! I held her tightly in my arms, my large penis deeply inserted into her uterus. She silently endured the impact, but her constantly contracting vagina and convulsing body proved that the rising lust would not be easily extinguished.

The rain was getting heavier, and for our safety, Dad drove intently, not daring to say a word, while behind him, a shameless and lewd betrayal was unfolding. My mother silently endured it, her warm, tender vagina tightly gripping my penis. Pain and pleasure intertwined, impacting her. After a very bumpy uphill ride, we finally reached orgasm together. With the swaying, I suddenly increased the speed of my thrusts. She felt the speed of my penetration change abruptly; the high-speed friction generated a surge of heat, then exploded like lava, her whole body convulsing.

"Ah! Ah!" my mother cried out ecstatically.

"Wife, just bear with it. This road is difficult, but it'll be alright in a bit," my father kindly comforted her, thinking she was uncomfortable from the bumpy ride.

"Ah...ah...ah...um..."

Dad took the groans of orgasm as an answer and continued driving intently, unaware that his wife had already been brought to orgasm by his son—a huge irony! The truck suddenly stalled with a "clunk," and wouldn't start again. Dad twisted the key and reached for the lights, only to find that the interior lights weren't working either. His action terrified me. If the lights were on, everything would be over. Mom was flushed and limp, her breasts still in my arms, and to make matters worse, they were still connected down there.

Thankfully, Dad ignored us, grabbed a flashlight, opened the car door, and jumped out. I quickly put my mother, who looked like a lump of dough, aside, pulled down her skirt to cover her bare bottom; the orgasm had left her half-conscious. Just as I pulled up my shorts, Dad shouted from outside the car. The sound of him banging on the window startled me awake. Apparently, the car had broken down and they needed to find someone nearby for help. He asked me to look for a raincoat and rain boots in the car. I rolled down the window and handed him the items. He casually shone the flashlight inside the car and saw Mom slumped to one side, assuming she was asleep.

Dad knew she was easily frightened and told me to stay in the car with her, and to be patient and not afraid; he would find help and come back as soon as possible. I pretended to be a little scared and agreed, but inside I was overjoyed. There was no one around, and he wouldn't be back before dawn. I couldn't help but excitedly shout "Yes!

" The footsteps faded away, and we were left alone in the car. My mother lay weakly beside me, just waking up from the dizziness of her orgasm. In the dead of night, surrounded by a thick rain, I mischievously locked the car doors, shutting everything out and completely dominating this small "world." I picked up my still dazed mother, bent her legs and pressed her into the seat, and before she could understand what was happening, my penis plunged in with a scream.

Now, I could openly play with Mom. I grabbed her sexy legs and started thrusting hard, slamming into her pert buttocks without restraint, making loud "slap" and "slap" sounds. She screamed loudly as she was being fucked. In the flash of lightning, I could see white foam squeezing out of her swollen little hole—it was vaginal fluid mixed with semen, making her lower body muddy and filthy… The rain was heavy, the night was long, and the blissful time between Mom and me… was even longer!

"Beep! Beep!" Hearing the horn, I quickly finished my breakfast and ran out, seeing Dad jump out of the driver's seat. Today was Sunday, and the whole family went to the countryside to help Grandma move. Uncle had just moved into a bigger house and decided to bring her to live with us in the city. Grandma lives alone in her ancestral home in the countryside. She doesn't have much stuff, and renting a large truck would be a waste, especially since the small roads outside the village are difficult to navigate. Dad only borrowed a small truck. But this small truck was terrible. The engine was incredibly loud, the cab had two rows of four seats, the seats were peeling and faded everywhere, the rearview mirror was missing while the windows were still intact, and several old ropes were rumpled in the dirty back.

"Look at the truck you found! It's old and shabby, and there's so much dirt in it. How am I supposed to load anything?" Mom complained to Dad as she started cleaning up.

I helped my mom clean the back of the truck, while my dad carried things to the cab: firecrackers, incense, candles, wine, meat, cigarettes, old sheets, tattered blankets, and unused towels. He made several trips back and forth. My grandmother had specifically instructed her to prepare these things. According to our local custom, moving requires setting off firecrackers, killing chickens to worship ancestors, hosting a feast for the clan elders, and distributing cigarettes to the villagers who helped. The sheets and blankets were for wrapping furniture and porcelain. Originally, we planned to put these in the back of the truck, but my mom thought they were dirty and piled them all in the cab.

After everything was cleaned and tidied up, ready to leave, Dad opened the back door and pointed to the only empty seat behind the driver, saying to me, "Qiangzai, all the stuff is piled up in there, so this seat is free. Why don't you let Mom sit on your lap? You're such a big boy, aren't you afraid of being crushed?"

"That's hard to say, Mom's not light! With my small frame, I don't know how long I can hold on!" I teased, glancing at Mom.

"You naughty Qiang! How dare you say I'm overweight? Don't you think my figure is up to standard? I'll teach you a lesson!" She protested, slapping me and even spinning around in a show of defiance. Then she realized she was dirty and insisted on going back inside to change her clothes, not forgetting to glare at me as she did so.

My mother's figure is truly amazing. Among women in their thirties, few can maintain such a curvaceous figure as hers; she has a truly stunning figure. At first glance, my mother appears a bit chubby. She's only 150cm tall, but she has large breasts and a big bottom, making her both petite and incredibly sexy. Actually, she's not fat at all. Her slender waist is so small you could wrap your hand around it, and her measurements are a perfect 33-21-33. Her full breasts are almost a C-cup, and her bottom is round, full, and incredibly perky. It's just that her breasts and buttocks are so large that she appears chubby, but it's extremely alluring.

My mother's face isn't particularly striking, so she pays special attention to maintaining her figure. Her S-shaped curves have always been her proudest asset, and she's always very particular about what she wears when she goes out. She always flaunts her sexy and revealing outfits, and today was no exception. I almost had a nosebleed when she came out. She changed into a black, tight-fitting, low-cut t-shirt, revealing a deep cleavage, and a brown floral mini-skirt that barely covered her round buttocks, without worrying about any wardrobe malfunctions. Perhaps because of the hot weather and the fact that she had to work, she wasn't wearing her favorite black stockings, but just a pair of half-heel crystal sandals.

It was quite warm today, and I was dressed in light, breezy clothes: a black t-shirt, loose beach shorts—both made of thin, silky athletic fabric—and baggy boxer shorts, with flip-flops on my feet. Last night's Japanese AV had left me feeling quite aroused, and when I suddenly saw my mother's outfit, I immediately felt aroused. Startled, I hurriedly jumped into the car and sat down, obediently clamping my legs together, too afraid to move. She then squeezed in, playfully pinching my nose, turning and plopping herself down on my lap, her slender white fingers supporting my knees.

Dad started the car and turned onto the highway. I breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that she hadn't noticed the changes in her body. Little did I know that this erotic journey had only just begun. Mom was especially happy today, squirming and twisting on my lap, occasionally lifting her bottom to whisper and laugh with Dad close to her face. I was under her, nervously sweating, my hands at my sides, legs clamped together, not daring to move, feeling that "weapon" still growing. There was absolutely nothing I could do. Imagine a stunningly beautiful mature woman, scantily clad, sitting on my lap, my nose filled with her alluring scent, looking up at her long, white neck, our legs pressed together below the knees. Add to that her alluring red lips and breathtaking breasts, her full, bouncy buttocks swaying against her thighs, occasionally peeking out to reveal her panties—black, lace-trimmed, semi-transparent, with so many folds you could count them. Even if it were my mother or grandmother sitting on my lap, I wouldn't be able to resist. I'm not some saint; who could resist such an eye-catching temptation?

I kept telling myself it was immoral, but my penis remained shamefully hard, throbbing as if it might burst out at any moment. I could only clench my fists tightly, not daring to relax for a second. I endured it without moving, only relaxing my numb legs when Mom lifted her buttocks to talk to Dad. My "weapon" would then spring out, making a tent-like opening, which I'd quickly shove back in and clamp down hard. She remained oblivious, still laughing and joking with Dad, continuing to unconsciously provoke me. I really couldn't hold on any longer! Damn it!!

Soon, disaster struck. Dad whispered a joke in my ear, and Mom laughed so hard she slumped back down. Just then, my numb legs relaxed, and my "weapon" darted out like a venomous snake, landing squarely on her buttocks. Oh no! Mom clearly sensed it, and even strangely reached out to touch it. Suddenly realizing it was my penis, she abruptly pulled her hand back, her laughter abruptly ceasing, and she was about to jump up in embarrassment. The sudden silence created an awkward atmosphere. Dad turned around curiously, and their eyes met. She hesitated for a moment, remaining seated. The silence in the car continued; neither of us spoke. Suddenly, Mom subtly shifted her hips, moving the "weapon" between her legs. Moving away now would make things even more awkward, but she didn't want to continue being bothered by the "weapon." This compromise relieved me; I had almost been killed by it earlier.

If Mom and I continued like this, although it was awkward, we could still manage to get to Grandma's house. But Dad insisted on taking a shortcut, turning onto an old, remote highway. The road was narrow, bumpy, and uneven, and the car started to bounce violently. Mom was bounced up and down on her lap, and even gripping the seat back tightly was useless. If you only looked at the movements, it really looked like we were having sex. Realizing this, my penis suddenly grew much larger, and it "slipped" out of her panties, jumping up and pressing against her lower body. Now, between our crotches and buttocks, there were only two thin layers of fabric left: a thin layer of sportswear and a layer of semi-transparent lace.

The car bumped harder and harder, her vulva pressed tightly against my penis, the warm, full sensation almost made me ejaculate—it was so stimulating! My mother, however, was extremely embarrassed. "That thing" was pressing against her most private place, getting harder and hotter, feeling even bigger than my husband's. A strange feeling welled up inside her, a mix of shame and anger mixed with unease. Not daring to continue sitting on my lap, she got up and pretended to talk to my father. But the space was too cramped to stand; she couldn't even straighten her legs, only able to break free by half-bending her knees and half-bending her waist. Behind me, her buttocks were slightly raised, not too high, otherwise I would see under her skirt. She supported herself on the back of the chair, bearing most of her weight.

This position was exhausting for my mother; she couldn't hold on for more than a few minutes. Sweat quickly covered her pretty face, her breathing became rapid, her legs trembled, and she collapsed back into my lap. Already burning with desire, this sudden closeness instantly aroused me to the extreme, giving me the urge to embrace her and ravage her. However, I remained rational. Seeing her flustered state, I suddenly felt uncomfortable and sat there, not daring to move.

The car continued to bump along, and Mom remained limp in my arms, my penis still trapped between her legs, rubbing back and forth against her buttocks, the head pressing against a soft, protruding mound. I was in immense pain too; my penis was throbbing so hard it felt like it was about to burst, harder than steel. My blood rushed to my head, and I instinctively held her tightly. Mom's eyes were red with anxiety, and she struggled subtly, but I was holding her too tightly, my arms around her waist feeling like we were welded together. She couldn't budge it with either hand, and frantically twisted and pinched her arms. Just then, the car lurched violently, and the glans, still attached to her shorts, slid into the lace, pressing against the soft, warm wetness.

"Ah!" Mom cried out in surprise.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Dad, focused on driving, asked with his back to us.

"N-nothing...it's nothing! The car bumped into something too hard," she stammered, trying to cover it up.

The car had already left the city; dense banana groves and rice paddies stretched out on either side, and there wasn't a single other car in sight. The road conditions had also worsened. Just as she was about to yell for the car to stop, a stray dog suddenly darted out from the roadside. Startled, Dad slammed on the brakes, the screeching sound of the brakes throwing him off balance. Although his buttocks were off the seat, our genitals remained pressed together, and with a "thud," we were thrown back down, the head of my penis suddenly pushing into her vagina. The car stopped, and Mom struggled to open the door, but I pulled her back, covering her immediate scream, only letting out muffled groans.

Dad, still shaken from watching the stray dog dart past, was getting quite angry. He started the car, grumbling, but the road was slippery and narrow, forcing him to drive cautiously. Thinking Mom had bumped into something again, and this time quite hard, he didn't dare turn around and started yelling at me.

"Qiang! You idiot! What kind of son are you? Look what you've done to your mother! Protect her properly and don't let her bump into anything again!"

"Okay! I promise it won't happen again!" I quickly replied. I was

relieved to have escaped a disaster. Luckily, Dad didn't turn around, luckily the engine was loud enough, and luckily I covered up that scream, otherwise I really would have been knocked down. Mom was still struggling to escape. I wrapped my right arm around her small waist, raised my leg and pressed down hard on her kicking feet, holding her firmly in my arms. Through a thin layer of fabric, my penis barely entered her vaginal opening, which felt incredibly uncomfortable, like taking a shower while wearing clothes. Then I had an idea. I kept my left hand over her mouth, and used my upper arm to choke her. She immediately suffocated, unable to struggle, and went limp within seconds. Using my left arm and legs to continue the restraint, I took the opportunity to loosen my grip on her waist, lifted her buttocks, pulled out my penis, and hugged her tightly.

Now, I was truly "intimate" with my mother. I thrust my erect penis into her "garden entrance," and she desperately twisted her hips to dodge, but this only resulted in some wetness. His right hand firmly held her flailing waist, he adjusted his hips to align with her vulva, and pressed down hard, "plop," it was inside her all the way. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes. Being raped so close to her husband, and by their own son, how could she live with herself?

Regardless of what her mother thought, I was already lost in the wonderful stimulation, greedily licking and kissing the woman in my arms, leaving wanton marks on her fair neck, back, and shoulders. My hands encircled her waist, kneading her buttocks forcefully, my penis thrusting wildly inside her, the movements unrestrained and wild, attacking from above and below, inside and out. My mother quickly succumbed to the stimulation; her stiff body trembled slightly, her limbs almost stopped resisting, and her struggles weakened. Her mind and body softened, and I became even more excited, changing my approach to gentle stimulation.

My right hand began by caressing her thigh, slowly moving towards her vulva. When I gently touched her clitoris, my mother shuddered violently, then went completely limp. Seeing her intense reaction, I knew the pursuit was finally over; I had achieved a complete victory, capturing my mother's body. Now it was time to enjoy my spoils. I pressed my fingers down further, pinching and kneading the clitoris, simultaneously thrusting my penis in and out. Her reaction intensified. It quickly became soaked, and more vaginal fluid gushed out, slickly covering the entire vulva and soaking both of their underwear, making penetration much easier.

Suddenly, Mom patted my left hand, which was still covering my mouth. She then pointed to Dad in front of us, and I immediately understood what she meant. Her gesture told me we were in danger; Dad was right there, and I mustn't let him see us. I nodded and just as I released my left hand, she grabbed it and bit it hard. Then she abruptly turned to stare at me, her gaze angry and resentful. I hurriedly tried to cover my mouth again, but she waved me off, then glared at me fiercely before turning back to look ahead. I slapped her right arm away, pulled down her skirt (which had ripped up to her waist) to cover our still-engaged parts, and parted my thick legs that were pinning her down, stretching my numb ankles.

My mother tugged at her bra and t-shirt, smoothed her hair, and took a deep breath. She glared at me again, then turned and leaned against the back of the chair in front of her. Her slender waist began to sway, like a water snake, her hips twisting and grinding, sending a tingling, numbing sensation straight to my heart. I was stunned by this movement, then a surge of surprise filled my entire body. My mother was responding to me; she was actively making love to me. I was so happy I felt like I was dying. I grabbed her swaying, pert buttocks and began to fuck her with all my might, fucking the mother who gave me life and raised me. She pursed her lips tightly, struggling to suppress the surging pleasure, perhaps thinking, "I can't believe I feel pleasure! I can feel pleasure being raped by my own son! Am I some kind of dirty, promiscuous woman?"

My mother, torn by pain, responded to my thrusts, gripping the back of the chair tightly, her neck arched as she took deep breaths, trying to calm herself. As I thrust forcefully, I slipped my fingers inside her skirt, tracing and teasing her pubic bone, kneading her moist labia majora, occasionally stroking her slightly protruding clitoris. This caused her to writhe weakly, her body swaying wildly, her juices flowing like a tide. Her body gradually tensed, her hips moving more and more violently. My mother was beginning to enjoy herself, no longer caring about shame, anger, or danger. Her face flushed, her eyes half-closed, she panted heavily, drenched in fragrant sweat. I continued to rape her forcefully, my penis penetrating deeper into her vagina, twisting a few times at the cervix to tighten the genitals and create intense friction. My swollen glans ravaged her vagina, thrusting in and out with each bump, her large breasts heaving. She had never experienced such stimulation before, collapsing into a daze, lost in pleasure, a strange anticipation rising amidst her shame.

I raced across my mother's body, kneading her breasts with both hands. The truck frequently accelerated, decelerated, and braked, allowing me to freely play with her vagina with each bump. She was becoming increasingly aroused, her hips swaying more and more powerfully. Worried that the noise would alert my father, I quickly reduced the intensity to lessen the stimulation, continuing my rape at a slower pace. Even as I slowed down, my thrusts became even more forceful, forcing her to bite her lip to barely bear it. Her pert buttocks trembled with each impact, her large breasts bouncing up and down. Ruthlessly ravaging my mother, her beautiful body writhing in my arms, while I kneaded my wife's breasts in front of my father—this shameless and immoral display was like a drug-induced thrill!

We were almost at Grandma's house. The country roads were even more difficult to navigate, but they made it easier for me to thrust into Mom. Under the cover of the bumpy ride, I increased my movements, one hand around her waist to keep her from moving, the other kneading her full breasts. I thrust my hips forward, penetrating as deep as possible. I could clearly feel her vagina contracting, so tightly it felt like it could snap my penis. My chest pressed tightly against her back, savoring this unparalleled pleasure.

My movements became faster and faster. Mom was like a small boat in a storm, helplessly swaying in my arms, her breasts billowing as she almost broke free of her clothes. Her face flushed, her eyes tightly shut, her breathing rapid and erratic. Knowing this was the prelude to climax, she thrust even harder, each stroke like a sharp sword being drawn from its sheath. I held my breath, pumping like a piston dozens of times, my spine tightening, my head spinning. The gate of my glans suddenly opened, and hot semen gushed into her body. My mother also climaxed at the same time. Her body suddenly tensed, emitting a low groan. Her white legs stretched out forcefully, her delicate toes writhing and stiffening, her slender fingers gripping the back of the chair, veins bulging. The vaginal contractions intensified, the cervix sucking hard at the glans, a gush of vaginal fluid spraying onto it. Her muscles convulsed and trembled involuntarily, instantly beading her back with a thin layer of sweat.

I held my mother's sweat-soaked body, kissing and licking her long neck, earlobes, and rounded shoulders. She lay limply in my arms, her unfocused eyes still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm. My penis remained inside her, some white fluid flowing from the point of contact, dripping down her smooth thighs. My father was still focused on driving, unaware of the incestuous scene unfolding behind him. We finally arrived at Grandma's house. Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Mom jumped out and ran quickly to the toilet. Everyone assumed she needed to pee, but only I knew she didn't… At Grandma's, Mom always avoided me. Every time our eyes met, she would frantically look away, or turn away to make small talk, or grab something and run away. For the entire day, she didn't look at me directly, nor did she give me a chance to approach her alone. We worked in silence the whole time. Grandma found the coldness between mother and son strange and caught her, giving her a good interrogation and lecture.

We worked all day, covered in dust and dirt, eating a quick and simple lunch. When we finished packing the car full of belongings, we realized it was already quite late, and it looked like it was about to rain. Ignoring Grandma's pleas to stay, Dad decided to set off immediately to head back. The things would be loaded into our garage and delivered to Uncle's new house the next day. Mom had intended to sit in the passenger seat, but Grandma had crammed the car with odds and ends, almost reaching the roof. She was frantic, jumping up and down, insisting on moving everything to the back. Dad had already started the car and urged us to get in quickly. Grandma grumbled beside him; if she insisted any longer, people would become suspicious. She reluctantly got into the back seat, sitting far away from me, close to the door.

By the time the truck turned onto the small road outside the village, it was already quite dark. Dad was exhausted from a long day; even shifting gears seemed sluggish. Mom hunched over in her seat, head down, lost in thought. Looking at her so close, I secretly gloated, thinking, "You can't escape now!" Suddenly, thunder roared outside, and a torrential downpour began. The sky darkened instantly, and visibility quickly dwindled to nothing. Dad quickly turned on the headlights.

"The road ahead is going to be difficult. I need to concentrate on driving and don't bother me!" Dad said to us, his back to us, without turning around.

"Okay!" I shouted excitedly. Mom, head down, didn't respond.

Dad then switched off the headlights, leaving only the fluorescent light from the dashboard in the driver's seat. Outside, it was pitch black, and the headlights only illuminated a few meters ahead. A streak of lightning would occasionally flash across the night sky, darting wildly through the torrential rain, followed by deafening thunder rolling overhead. The trees beside us and the road in the distance would appear and disappear in the flashes of lightning, looking eerily pale and strange. Amidst the successive flashes of lightning, my mother began to move closer, slowly pressing her arm against mine. I could feel her trembling body, filled with fear, against her cold skin.

A massive bolt of lightning suddenly struck, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. My mother screamed and scrambled to my side, gripping my arm tightly and burying her face in my chest, her body trembling like an autumn leaf. Through the lightning, I could see the terror on her pale face; she was truly frightened by this awful weather. Holding me tightly in her arms, it seemed that heaven had once again come to my rescue. I inhaled her alluring scent, a mixture of sweat and warmth, and gently stroked her trembling back, kissing her smooth forehead and beautiful hair repeatedly, warming her icy body with my own body heat and affection. Mom gradually came to her senses and found herself curled up in my arms. Her face instantly turned burning hot. She wanted to struggle to escape, but couldn't bear to leave the warm embrace. Her hands climbed up her full breasts again. She was still hesitating, but after realizing what she was doing, her face turned bright red with embarrassment, and she pinched my arm hard a few times.

Dad suddenly said, "Honey, I want to listen to Wang Jie's songs, but I can't free my hands. Can you come and put them down for me?"

"Okay...okay...right away!" Mom agreed, swatting away the mischievous hands and taking the opportunity to jump out of my arms. She bent over and stuck her buttocks out between the car seats, groping in the fluorescent light to open the cassette case and search for something. Of course, I couldn't miss such a good opportunity. I lifted her skirt and started touching her, and almost got a nosebleed. Her incredibly bouncy buttocks were completely bare, with nothing underneath. I remembered that she always wore a cloth wrapped around her waist, tightly covering herself from the waist down, saying it was to avoid getting her clothes dirty. Now I think it was to prevent her from showing too much skin! She probably took it off when she went to the bathroom, because it was covered in semen, but it had a very strong "love" smell. A memorable first time, a testament to my possession. I wonder where it's hidden now.

But now it's even better. My mother's beautiful, plump, round vulva, covered with soft, long pubic hair and exuding an alluring fragrance, is once again before me. Thinking of her long, beautiful legs and her snow-white, round, and soft buttocks, swaying in the darkness before me, my penis immediately rises, hard as iron. I can almost see those plump, tender buttocks, that mysterious and tempting clitoris, laid out before me like a sweet pastry. This image makes me collapse instantly, lost once more in the sea of lust. Even knowing my father is right beside me, I can't help but hunch my head against her upturned buttocks, sticking out my tongue to lick and search for that tightly clenched, full vulva.

Mom was searching for the cassette tape when she suddenly felt a warm spray on her vulva, followed by something hot and slippery penetrating inside. The tingling, electric sensation made her weak all over, and she immediately remembered that she wasn't wearing underwear... "Ah...!" Mom panicked and tried to shrink back into her seat.

"Honey, are you alright? Haven't you found the cassette tape yet?" Dad asked her.

"N-nothing! I just... just got a little bumped by the chair back, I'll look again!"

Mom answered, suppressing the pleasure, and continued searching with shame, her legs kicking fiercely from behind. I held her, spread them apart, and tucked them under my ribs, burying my face between her buttocks. He extended his tongue, gently scraping and licking, teasing the two plump petals and the engorged, hardened clitoris. His mouth lightly bit or sucked hard, as if greedily devouring a child, thoroughly enjoying himself. The rumbling thunder, mixed with the sound of rain and the roar of the engine, was deafening, drowning out the "molestation" inside the car.

His mother, her face flushed with intoxication, gritted her teeth, violating him again in front of her husband and son. Yet, instead of resolutely resisting this shameless incestuous act, he felt a faint sense of anticipation. This feeling filled her with both shame and excitement, her mind a jumbled mess, her vulva completely wet, her buttocks swaying unconsciously in response, more and more vaginal fluid gushing out. She devoured every last drop of this wanton liquid, like a dying traveler finding an oasis in the desert. I savored the fluid, sweeter than honey, smearing it all over my face like feeding a pig.

Feeling my mother's coy attitude, I was encouraged to lick even harder, my lower body throbbing with a painful fullness. I quietly pulled down my shorts, and my rock-hard penis sprang out like a spring. While licking her genitals, I used her vaginal fluids to stroke my penis, my desire burning ever brighter, like oil being poured on a fire. My erection became increasingly unbearable, and suddenly the idea of "footjob" flashed into my mind. I loosened my weak legs, kicked off my crystal sandals, and scooped her feet up in my hands. Her cool, slightly trembling feet felt wonderful to hold. I used her soft soles to clamp my penis between my toes, continuing to stroke it along her legs. The occasional rubbing of her delicate toes sent waves of strange pleasure through me—it felt amazing!

"Honey, we've been looking for so long and haven't found it, stop looking." Dad spoke up.

"Let's look a little longer! It'll be ready soon..." Mom was already breathing heavily.

"You've been bent over for so long, you're practically gasping for breath! Can't I stop listening to music?!" Dad said.

"Oh... okay!" she mumbled in response.

"Ah Jie, quickly help Mom back to her seat!" Dad called to me.

"Oh... okay!" I replied, pretending to be calm.

Mom's breathing was indeed a little rapid, but it wasn't from looking for the cassette tape; that was thanks to my mouth! Feeling that she had already straightened up, I could only reluctantly let go of her delicate feet, and slowly pulled her back with my hands on her waist, thinking about how to release my desire. As Mom's center of gravity shifted to its highest point and she sat down, I had a sudden inspiration. I pulled her forcefully into my arms, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto my lap. "Thump!" My penis slid into her wet, tender core again.

"Ah..." Mom cried out in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Dad asked without turning his head.

"N-nothing...it's too...too dark, my...toe...bumped," she answered, struggling.

I gripped Mom's slender waist firmly, with a small part of my penis still outside, the rest tightly enveloped by the tender flesh of her vagina. I held my breath, afraid to make any further movement, lest I disturb Dad in the front seat. She struggled and writhed in my arms, but I held her tightly, preventing her from getting what she wanted. My penis, however, plunged all the way in as she struggled, and I enjoyed the pleasure of reaching her core while holding her even tighter, not giving her a chance to break free. This time I took a risk and didn't cover my mother's mouth to see her reaction. Sure enough, she only panted and struggled without making any other sounds, and the strength of her struggles gradually decreased. Haha! As expected, my wish had come true. She would no longer refuse incest, and she wouldn't let her father discover this "family shame." Now, she seemed resigned to her fate and stopped struggling, sitting softly on my lap, panting. In the darkness, she seemed to glance back, her eyes filled with helplessness and resentment, as if blaming me for my reckless intrusion, for my foolish mistake.

I cared about nothing else; all I wanted was to ravage the woman in my arms, to knead and savor her, and then devour her whole. My hands climbed up her smooth, full breasts, their large, delicate peaks captivating. I gently caressed her firm breasts while rubbing and trembling them within her warm, moist vagina. I felt the tender flesh inside begin to tighten and relax forcefully, tighten again and relax again. The body in my arms, which had been cold and stiff, slowly became hot and soft. My mother finally responded; the pleasure within her excited her, and she began to enjoy the thrill of incest between mother and son in this tense and stimulating environment.

The car slowly bumped forward, and my mother and I moved in and out of each other's lower bodies in a piston-like motion. Each time, my penis reached the very end of her vagina, and a fleshy ring would grip the glans. Ah! The tingling sensation made every cell spasm; it was so beautiful! I held her tightly in my arms, my large penis deeply inserted into her uterus. She silently endured the impact, but her constantly contracting vagina and convulsing body proved that her rising lust would not be easily extinguished.

The rain was pouring down harder. For our safety, Dad drove with utmost concentration, not daring to utter a word, while behind him, a shameless and lewd betrayal was unfolding. Mom silently endured, her warm, tender vagina tightly gripping my penis, pain and pleasure intertwining and impacting her. After a very bumpy uphill drive, we finally reached orgasm together. With the shaking, I suddenly increased the speed of my thrusting. She felt the speed of my penis entering her suddenly change, and the high-speed friction generated a surge of heat, then exploded like magma, her whole body began to convulse.

"Ah! Ah!" Mom cried out ecstatically.

"Wife, just bear with it, this road is difficult to drive, but it will be fine in a while." Dad thought she was uncomfortable from the bumpy ride and kindly comforted her.

"Ah...ah...ah...um..."

Dad took the groans of orgasm as an answer and continued to concentrate on driving, unaware that his wife had been brought to orgasm by his son, what a huge irony! The small truck suddenly "clunked" and stalled, and when he tried to start it again, it wouldn't start. Dad turned the key and reached for the lights, only to find that the interior lights were also off. His actions terrified me. If the lights came on, everything would be over. Mom was flushed and limp, her breasts still in my arms, and to make matters worse, they were still connected down there.

Luckily, Dad ignored us, pulled out a flashlight, opened the car door, and jumped out. I quickly put my doughy mom aside, pulled down her skirt to cover her bare bottom; she was already half-conscious from the orgasm. Just as I pulled up her shorts, Dad shouted from outside the car. I was startled by his banging on the window. Apparently, the car had broken down and they needed to find someone nearby for help, so they asked me to look for a raincoat and rain boots in the car. I rolled down the window and handed him the things. He casually shone his flashlight into the car and saw Mom slumped to one side, assuming she was asleep.

Dad knew she was easily frightened and told me to stay in the car with her, and to be patient and not be afraid, assuring me he would find help and come back as soon as possible. I pretended to be a little scared and agreed, but inside I was overjoyed. There was no one around, and he wouldn't be back before dawn. I couldn't help but excitedly shout "Yes!

" The footsteps faded away, and we were left alone in the car. Mom lay weakly beside me, just waking up from the dizziness of orgasm. In the dead of night, surrounded by a thick curtain of rain, I smirked as I locked the car doors, shutting everything out and completely taking control of this tiny "world." I scooped up my still-dazed mother, bent her legs and pressed them against the seat, and before she could even comprehend what was happening, my penis plunged in all the way with a scream.

Now, I could openly play with Mom. I gripped her sexy legs and began thrusting hard, slamming into her pert buttocks without restraint, making loud "slap" and "slap" sounds. She screamed loudly as she was being fucked. In the flash of lightning, I could see white foam squeezing out of her swollen vulva—it was a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, making her lower body muddy and filthy… The rain was pouring down, the night was long, and the blissful time between Mom and me… felt even longer!

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