Luxury Cars and Beautiful Women's Erotic Records

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A red luxury sports car sped along the seaside highway on the outskirts of the city. Driving was Xingling, the woman my mother had just mentioned I was going to "discipline"—my mother's assistant and secretary.

Seated in the back seat through the transparent glass, I suppressed the panic rising within me from wild speculations, chatting with my mother about recent news, interesting tidbits, and national policies. Occasionally, I glanced anxiously out the window.

On both sides of the road, lush green trees and rolling rice paddies resembled the curves of my mother's landscape, and also mirrored my own emotions.

My mother wouldn't leave without saying goodbye! She shouldn't… but… if she did… then… even if I had to search to the ends of the earth, I would find her!

Because the driver was considered an "outsider," and although the glass between the front and rear seats was bulletproof, adjustable in color, and soundproof, all these adjustable function buttons were located next to the passenger seat (it was a VIP car converted from a high-end sports car, and there were no controls in the rear, which was a major flaw in the modification). The rear seats didn't have these functions, so my mother and I couldn't chat like we did at home—using suggestive language to banter with each other. We could only talk about the "everyday matters" that "wealthy families" would encounter (here, "everyday matters" refers to the interests and interpersonal conflicts between "big families," not "gossip"). Although I'm relatively intelligent and my thinking is precocious to the point of being a bit outrageous, compared to my mother's experience and knowledge, I still made a lot of jokes in these "casual conversations." And every time this happened, my mother would seize on my jokes and tease me until my face turned bright red amidst Xingling's low laughter before correcting me.

She carefully pointed out my misconceptions about some "common things," her gentle voice filled with unwavering doting and care. No one would imagine that the "Black Gold Queen" could speak so softly and gently on her way to work. Her competitors probably wouldn't believe this was the tone of the "Black Gold Queen" off the negotiating table.

This soft, natural voice was a reflection of the fusion of maternal and romantic love; that tone, without distinction or boundaries, was the closest sound my mother could utter after completely opening herself up to me, and I was enveloped in this heavenly happiness.

The conversation was simple, the environment peaceful, the space fragrant, and the sprawling "new villa" behind us was left far behind by the red sports car.

This villa was newly purchased, and we had only moved in recently on a special and sacred day—the day we officially consummated our marriage—making it our honeymoon villa.

As I watched the sky-blue villa's rooftop disappear into the canopy of green trees in the rearview mirror, my gaze shifted to the road ahead, and I suddenly realized that the outline of the city in the distance was beginning to take shape.

Bathed in bright sunlight and a gentle sea breeze, the city was a vibrant tapestry of skyscrapers, bustling traffic, and throngs of pedestrians—a modern metropolis's lively atmosphere wafted through the air, giving this "reclusive" (semi-recluse) a feeling that was both familiar and strange.

The city where the "Yu Chen" multinational corporation's headquarters was located was called Chaohai City, the largest financial center and port trading city in the Celestial Empire (this is the name of a fictional country in my novel, you all know what I mean). Every morning, noon, and evening, countless civil servants, white-collar workers, laborers, and beggars thronged its streets, creating an extremely high flow of people. So, once you left the rural countryside on the outskirts and drove into the city, you immediately grasped the concept of a modern metropolis.

Seeing a sea of busy figures, the immense pressure of life hanging over almost everyone's heads, and the sub-optimal air quality of this modern industrial city, I first understood what fast-paced modern urban life truly is—it's deadly, deadly!

Because of the fast pace of life, there are countless places to travel to, and when so many people gather together to strive for their survival, livelihood, and vanity, traffic congestion becomes severe and cannot be "forcedly resolved" by the government.

In Chaohai City, home to countless wealthy and powerful families, the traffic congestion on the outer and inner third ring roads is even more severe, reaching a level of "renowned both domestically and internationally" during rush hour.

On Chaohai City's several main roads that are frequently impassable, whether you're driving a limited-edition "urban highway racer" or an old farmer hauling a cart full of hay, squatting on a tractor smoking a pipe and picking your toes, the experience is basically the same—the same traffic jam.

In this situation, unless you're commuted by helicopter, traffic jams are an unavoidable part of getting to work via these major roads! And in the face of this frequent "natural and man-made disaster" of traffic jams, the difference between the rich and poor is only reflected in whether one urinates in a urine bag or on the street… Obviously, these minor differences related to shame do nothing to alleviate the actual situation of traffic jams. Therefore, in the face of traffic jams—this "waiting event" that torments everyone's life and energy—the modern concept of "equality for all" is truly realized.

Fifteen minutes after leaving home, the car my mother and I were in gradually became stuck in the half-flowing, half-stopped traffic on the Chaohai Second Ring Road.

Although I had my stunningly beautiful and witty mother chatting with me, and the traffic jam I encountered was only a minor stop-and-go situation, I am only fourteen years old after all. Although I am intelligent and precocious (thanks to my beautiful mother's role as a growth accelerator), my inherent temperament cannot possibly grow from a child into a tough man in just over ten years. Therefore, after a few long traffic jams, my youthful impetuosity inevitably led to some irritability.

"Mom, I'm so bored... Mom, how much longer until we get to your company?... Sister Xingling, the car hasn't moved at all..."

Perhaps my mother often encountered traffic jams on her way to work, so when she noticed my agitation, my slender mother took advantage of a brief lull in traffic. While the beautiful driver in front was focused on starting and stopping, my mother, her face flushed, gracefully moved to my side, her delicate figure in a black chiffon dress. Then, to my bewilderment, she, who appeared to be only in her early twenties, while avoiding my gaze, bent down and slipped a cylindrical object about the length of a hand and a square object about the size of a fingernail from her handbag into my hands.

My gaze averted from my mother's beautiful face and shapely figure, and after seeing what she had placed in my hands, I, the slightly agitated little brat, almost cried out.

At that moment, what I was holding in my hand was clearly a medium-sized vibrating massager from the dressing table in the "love bedroom" on the second floor of our house, and that fingernail-sized thing was its wireless remote control—a long-wave transceiver with a controllable range of 100 meters, unaffected by reinforced concrete walls and low-level electromagnetic waves.

What was my mother trying to do? Could she be...wanting me to play with her...in this indirect way, in front of everyone?

My astonished gaze lingered between my mother's coy and hesitant expression and the sex toy in her hand. In the end, I couldn't be sure if my mother had any such intentions, because my mother was usually too ladylike. Even when she involuntarily showed some pleasure in lovemaking, she would only release it with a very low moan and extremely suppressed trembling.

So...when faced with my mother's naked sexual provocation under the guise of subtlety, I was flattered and unable to make a definitive judgment.

Just as I was hesitating and unsure of what to do, my mother, who was sitting next to me, started moving again.

While she continued chatting with me as if nothing was wrong, she pulled my small hand, which was holding a vibrator and was close to her, through the back of the seat in front of her, and slowly guided it between her beautiful legs, which were clad in sheer black stockings.

Through the thin black stockings and the smooth texture of my hands, I could almost feel the soft, supple texture of jade, so delicate it seemed to melt in my mouth. It was bouncy, firm, and smooth; it felt as if my hands were ascending into a celestial aura.

Beneath my mother's smiling facade, my hand, holding the vibrator, began to brush against the edge of the stockings between her rounded thighs, guided by her delicate hands. After gliding over the soft skin at the base of her legs, the tip of the vibrator finally pressed against the slightly damp labia beneath her skirt, between her gently parted legs.

The cool touch of the vibrator made my mother's voice falter, her body stiffen, and her long, slender legs briefly close.

My small hand, holding the vibrator, was squeezed between my mother's soft, white legs, and as I felt the delicate, firm touch, the movement of the vibrator in my hand was also hindered by the petals of her crotch.

As my mother's body reacted to the external stimulation, I lingered for half a minute at the entrance of her slightly parted labia before relaxing her legs again, allowing the vibrator in my hand to begin its advance into her vaginal canal.

With the movement of my mother's beautiful legs apart, the back of my hand, which was holding the vibrator and pressing it forward, immediately felt the smooth, soft, and exceptionally wonderful sensation of friction against the thin, inverted triangle of velvet on the back of her chiffon skirt and the base of her thighs.

Having gone this far, the delicate mother had clearly exhausted her courage to continue. So when the tip of the vibrator in my hand parted her two pink labia, the mother, whose buttocks had frozen again, immediately released my hand as if fleeing. Then, on the back of my hand, which was rubbing her pubic hair, she wrote with her slender, white index finger, "I brought this with me so you wouldn't be bored in traffic... I'm not wearing underwear, so you can do whatever you want with it now... Ah, and also, the semen you shot into my uterus is so hot and uncomfortable. If you could help me get it out... even just half of it would be fine. I'll reward you privately when we get to the company... that semen is really so swollen and hot..."

After writing the last word, the mother deftly withdrew her jade-like hand from under her skirt and ladylike crossed her hands together, gently placing them on the black chiffon skirt covering her beautiful legs, lightly pressing the spot where my hand was resting between her thighs.

Through the chiffon fabric, I gently stroked her slightly protruding abdomen, specifically the area around her uterus, with the back of my delicate hand. My mother, her nostrils flaring slightly with breath, turned her beautiful, blushing face towards the window, refusing to look at me.

It was as if she truly didn't care what my little hand, hidden under her skirt, might do.

Perhaps my mother, at that moment, also felt that using words that shouldn't be uttered by a lady ("uterus," "semen," etc.) to invite her son to play with her tender vulva was simply too lewd and unacceptable—since she couldn't accept it, she simply turned her head away, pretending nothing had happened.

I gazed at my mother's flawless profile for a while, noticing her delicate chin twitching slightly as she gently bit her lower lip. My heart raced, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on my palm as I gripped the vibrator.

I hoped my mother had considered the consequences of her actions and wouldn't scream... Before actually inserting the vibrator, I glanced furtively at the beautiful driver in front of me. I noticed she wasn't paying attention to the rearview mirror, and as I relaxed slightly, I suddenly felt a half-stroking, half-pressing pressure on the back of my hand holding the vibrator through her chiffon skirt.

Looking down, I saw my mother's slender hands urging me through her skirt—it was time for my groping hands to move! At that moment, her beautiful head remained fixed on the scenery outside the car, unmoved.

As the pressure from her hands increased, I understood her urging and began to use the vibrator to rub open her vulva. With

each smooth, tingling sensation from the vibrator, I saw my mother suddenly tense up, and I knew the tip of the vibrator had penetrated her vagina.

My mother's vaginal canal remained moist and tightly closed. Even though I had used my large penis to penetrate her vaginal canal all night, and then continued with two more intense thrusts this morning, the vibrator slowly entering her soft vagina was still met with considerable resistance from her narrow canal, making its movement extremely difficult.

Fortunately, the newly secreted warm, sweet fluid lubricated the canal, so the insertion of the vibrator didn't feel obstructed. Furthermore, my mother was cooperating by relaxing her beautiful legs and contracting her vaginal canal as much as possible, so my vibrator's movement, though slow, was continuous. Considering that

I had used special acupressure on my mother's vulva this morning to forcibly close her clitoris, I wondered if her delicate vaginal canal would be injured during the vibrator's insertion. I dared not gamble; that was my treasure…

Because I wasn't inserting my own penis into my mother's vagina, I couldn't directly feel her constricted state. Afraid that my reckless movements would injure her already tightly closed vaginal canal, I decided to stop the vibrator's insertion after encountering significant resistance several times. I waited until her vaginal canal had expanded to a certain extent before continuing.

I began to swing the vibrator back and forth, using this gentle, slow friction to widen the current vaginal canal. After stabilizing the situation, I prepared to continue penetrating my mother's alluring vagina.

Besides, wasn't this exploration a good way to kill time while stuck in traffic? Since my mother had found an alternative form of entertainment, I was naturally willing to enjoy it.

However, this meant my mother, with her sensitive body, would suffer again.

The jagged, cylindrical vibrator, once it began to move back and forth in my hand, immediately aroused my mother, who was inside. She involuntarily clamped her small hand and the dildo between her sensitive thighs. My mother seemed to have forgotten that her delicate feet, nestled in her black high heels, were currently soaking in my thick semen.

She arched her beautiful feet and rubbed her ten tender white toes back and forth, lubricated by the semen. At the same time, her hand, resting on her chiffon skirt, pressed down in a resistive manner, causing the vibrator to advance further into her vagina, penetrating even deeper. My mother's previous efforts to relax her vaginal canal, which had been tense and controlled by her slender muscles, now became a mere wishful thinking… As the back and forth motion of my hand intensified, the mist in my mother's clear eyes thickened. Tormented by both pleasure and frustration, she secretly slipped one of her hands into my sweatpants and expertly grasped my already erect penis.

My mother, her fingers wrapped around the hot soup-soaked penis, stroked it with her cool, delicate hands.

The monotonous traffic jam flew by as we enjoyed the intense pleasure of our mutual solace, and our car slowly made its way towards the headquarters of the "Yu Chen" Group.

Just as the silhouette of the company building came into view, the beautiful driver, who was about to turn out of the slow-moving traffic, suddenly slammed on the brakes. The reason? A speeder, perhaps truly impatient with the traffic, saw our car making room and tried to overtake us.

With a sudden stop, I jerked the steering wheel, causing our car to swerve and narrowly avoid a bright yellow sports car that had just passed us. The beautiful driver glared angrily at the car that had already merged into the traffic ahead, her brows furrowed, her eyes cold and angry. A chilling aura emanated from her exquisite face, a coolness that even I, immersed in sexual pleasure, could faintly feel in her.

However, my mother clearly didn't sense Xingling's aura. The sudden stop of the car caused her hips to involuntarily slide forward as she approached her climax. The vibrator I was holding in my small hand plunged hard into her vulva. My mother's sensitive clitoris was thus firmly pecked by the tip of the vibrator, while her delicate clitoris pressed against the back of my hand. For

the entire morning, my mother's vulva had been subjected to the intense sucking and kissing of two penises, one real and one fake. This dramatic turn of events surprised even myself.

As the hard, thick weapon rammed into her flower core, although the impact of this fake thing was much less than that of the real thing between my legs, it still managed to push her flower core open a little. However, due to its medium length, its penetration power and depth were limited, and because her flower core was exceptionally tight at this moment (due to my "pressure point" this morning + now being on the verge of orgasm), the dildo in my hand was pushed back by her flower core after just opening a small gap.

But even in the face of the pain and pleasure caused by the sudden opening of her flower core, my beautiful mother still reached orgasm with her slender waist and round buttocks tensed. Her smooth abdomen twitched, she moaned softly, her long legs stretched slightly, her fingers and toes curled up, her eyebrows furrowed, and her delicate face showed an expression of discomfort... All of this amplified the pleasure in my heart infinitely.

"Mmm...uh..."

Hearing my mother's soft moans under the stimulation of her orgasm, and seeing the uncomfortable expression on her beautiful face, I knew I was about to attract the attention of her admirers. So I quickly withdrew my little hand from under her skirt and pulled her little hand out of my crotch as well.

To be honest, pulling my mother's tightly clenched hand from my penis was indeed tiring and painful work. I was quite unwilling to do it, even though I was enjoying the cool touch of her little hand. But...there was no other way... Just

as I completely pulled my mother's cool, smooth little hand out of my crotch, Sister Xingling's gaze happened to shift to the rearview mirror at the front of the car roof.

"Sister Ruiluo, what's wrong?"

"Um...uh...nothing...my knee...I bumped my knee..."

"Are you alright? Is it serious? Did you scrape your skin? Should I get the first-aid kit from the car?"

"Oh...no...it's okay, there's no bleeding, it's just...a little painful...you...you can keep driving..."

"Are you really alright?"

"Um...no...ah...it hurts..."

"It's okay, Sister Xingling, I'm here, Mom will be fine..." Noticing that her mother's consciousness was almost overwhelmed by the pleasure of orgasm, I immediately took over while supporting her small hand, "Let me check on Mom, Sister Xingling, you can drive first, it's alright..."

"Mommy can't take it anymore...it's going to break...you little rascal...quick...quick, turn that thing off...turn it off..."

Seeing Sister Xingling hesitate and look away, my mother immediately whispered in my ear, her delicate hand trembling as she frantically tried to reach under her skirt. When I stopped her, her lower body trembled violently, and an expression of near-unbearable climax appeared on her face.

"Mommy, don't struggle...just enjoy it..." When I pulled my hand back from under my mother's skirt, I didn't pull out the dildo inserted into her vagina. In fact, to prevent it from falling out, I pressed the entire dildo into her tender vaginal cavity as I pulled my hand back, not a single bit protruding from her vulva.

The reason for this was twofold: firstly, if I held the dildo while pulling back, the movement would be slowed by her skirt, and secondly, there would be nowhere to hide it immediately after it was removed, and Sister Xingling in front would see it directly.

Secondly, because my mother's tender vulva was so tightly clenched during her orgasm, I was afraid that forcibly pulling out the dildo would cause the intense friction against her vulva to stimulate her to reach an even higher orgasm, making an even louder noise, which would completely ruin the orgasm.

Thirdly, I was curious to see how a stunningly beautiful woman would talk to unsuspecting people while her beautiful vulva was being penetrated by a dildo, and what excuse she would use to conceal her orgasmic expression (to put it bluntly, I was just wickedly curious to see if my gorgeous mother, who was openly orgasming in front of her subordinates, would embarrass herself... hehe...).

So, instead of removing the dildo from my mother's sensitive vulva, I secretly turned on the vibration switch of the dildo's controller, which led to the scene just now.

The stunningly beautiful mother, her vulva deeply penetrated by a dildo, trembled and gasped uncontrollably during her orgasm. She forcefully suppressed the waves of pleasure washing over her, feigning a bumped knee to hide her embarrassment as she answered the concerned questions from the female driver in the front seat. Then, in the relaxation that followed, she completely entered a blissful state… Seeing all this, I felt a burning desire and a sudden, wicked urge to further ravage this beautiful mother in public.

Keeping the wireless remote control of the vibrator on "medium," a wonderful idea popped into my head. I secretly pulled down the front of my sweatpants, letting my erect penis leap into my mother's dazed gaze from Xingling's blind spot.

"Mom, my knee hurts so much, can you rub it for me?"

I tugged at my mother's arm, my gaze fixed on the female driver in the front seat. I winked at my mother beside me, then reached out and hooked my arm around her soft neck, pulling her upper body towards my abdomen. At the same time, my eyes, lingering over her red lips, told her what my penis wanted to enter.

"...Let me see, where did it hit?"

In the intense pleasure of her orgasm, my mother, her mind slightly sluggish, naturally lowered her body following my pull. Then, when her hazy vision saw my large penis, she understood. Already half-bent over, she hesitated for several seconds before speaking, and with her "concerned" tone, she opened her mouth and kissed the tip of my penis.

Five seconds later, on the leather back seat of the red luxury sports car, in the shadow of my mother's soft body, my thick, swollen penis, already at its limit, began to slowly disappear between my mother's wide-open pink lips.

"Yes, Mom, just like that... Give me a good massage, it hurts so much... Deeper... Mmm... Yes, right there..."

Gazing at the unsuspecting Xingling's beautiful shoulders and long hair, I inserted my penis into the soft, pink lips of Xingling's most admired idol, who was also my own mother. I savored the sensation of her tongue licking and stimulating my penis, and whispered meaningfully.

"Mmm... Much better, Mom, you're doing a great job..."

While brushing the black, shiny hair that covered my mother's face behind her soft ear, I stroked her beautiful face with my penis in her mouth, admiringly. With my arms gently around her neck and the beautiful bun at the back of her head, I prevented my mother, who was performing oral sex on me, from getting up.

Hehe, the plan succeeded. However, the most crucial step in this simple plan was my mother's doting affection. Without that, everything else was pointless.

Behind a beautiful female driver focused on her drive, I slowly thrust my thick, hard penis in and out of the soft, red lips of my equally beautiful mother, her very own flesh and blood, through arching my back and contracting my hips. Under the intense nibbling of her soft red lips and the fragrant tongue within, I experienced unprecedented pleasure, ejaculating in less than three minutes.

With each powerful ejaculation, my mother, her head pinned beneath my grasp, had no choice but to close her eyes, half-forced to swallow her son's thick semen while enduring the pleasure brought by the vibrating dildo twisting within her.

"Ugh, glug glug glug, glug... ha... glug... glug..."

The soft sound of my beautiful mother swallowing thick semen came from between my legs. A surge of conquest and satisfaction rose within me, and as I continued ejaculating, I involuntarily tightened my grip on the back of her head, pushing my penis deeper into her throat, preventing her from making any attempt to escape, and forcing her to continue receiving the thick semen I forcefully poured into her throat.

Only when my penis completely blocked every crevice of her lips, and her high, delicate nose was half-hidden by the soft pubic hair beneath me, did my mother, struggling to breathe, protest with a slight biting motion of her teeth.

Suddenly snapping back to reality, I realized that my mother's beautiful face, with her eyes closed, was unintentionally pressed against the skin of my crotch. My senses returning from the climax, I reluctantly released my hands.

The comfort behind my head vanished. My mother, who had been sitting up with her slender waist twisting and her jade hands resting on my legs, opened her eyes with an expression of embarrassment and annoyance. She glared at me with her lips pursed, completely unaware that a curly hair that had fallen from my crotch was still between her pink lips.

"Thank you, Mom, your massage technique is really good. My legs don't hurt at all now..."

I pulled up my pants to cover my penis and stared intently at my mother's soft lips, which had just swallowed my penis to its deepest point. Suddenly, I noticed a few strands of white semen still clinging to them, and a curly hair between her lips. So I leaned over and used my right index finger to spread the remaining semen evenly on her pink lips like applying lipstick, and then removed the hair that belonged to me.

"Mmm..."

My mother protested briefly with a nasal tone, only to find her lips evenly covered in semen. After getting up, she pursed her lips and remained silent. Instead of immediately retaliating against my mischief in a subtle way, she looked around the car with a slightly anxious expression, her gaze repeatedly falling on the drawer-style ashtray under the seat next to her.

"Mom, what are you looking for?"

I asked, noticing my mother's furrowed brows and silence, ignoring the semen-covered lipstick on her pink lips and the stimulation of the vibrator inside her vagina. Her eyes were constantly searching around the seat.

Suddenly, I remembered that my penis was still ejaculating when it left my mother's red lips. A flash of inspiration struck me, and I immediately understood why my mother was behaving strangely—her tightly pursed lips must still contain the semen I had just ejaculated into her mouth. Unwilling to swallow this hot substance, my mother was now looking for something to temporarily hold the semen without being noticed by Xingling in front of her.

I leaned over and hugged my mother's slender waist, secretly chuckling as I glanced down at the few strands of pale white, sticky fluid that had clung to my index finger after I'd just applied it to her red lips. My inner devil continued to suggest something that would make my mother, whose lips were still wet with my semen, even more embarrassed.

After much internal struggle, I finally agreed to this devil's suggestion—of course, my mother should eat the semen on my index finger. After all, she'd been through so much since morning; how could a little breakfast possibly compensate for such a huge amount of exertion?

"Mom, look what this is! Could it be your face wash that spilled out of your bag?

But it doesn't smell like it."

Adding to the chaos for my mother, who was trying to find a hidden place or container to spit out the semen, I held my right index finger, still dripping with my semen, back in front of her, placing it just below her nostrils as she breathed. "Mom, smell this." My

mother, who had been forced to swallow most of my semen by holding her head down, didn't taste it after swallowing it deeply. But just as her lips were about to leave my erect penis, my final spurt of semen landed entirely on her tongue. This stream of semen, filling two-thirds of her delicate mouth, completely covered all the taste buds on her tongue.

My mother, her mouth saturated with my hot semen, felt a surge of pleasure as the sticky texture and the pungent taste stimulated her senses. Afraid that spitting so much semen on the car would be noticed by the assistant who regularly cleaned the vehicle, she sat upright with the semen still inside. She was now forced to confront the smell of my semen directly.

The sensation of my semen touching her body, mouth, nose, and feet gave her a feeling of being submerged in an ocean of it. She

couldn't spit out the semen, couldn't block the smell from her nose, felt an astonishing heat in her uterus, a cool, slippery sensation on her chest and feet, and felt the subtle coolness of the air flowing between her legs. The constant rubbing and twisting of the dildo against her vaginal canal filled her with a sudden sense of unease. The unique scent of my semen—a mixture of the sweet, raw egg white and the aroma of chestnut blossoms—was etched into her very being.

The initial panic was fleeting. In a moment, the inherently strong mother quickly regained her composure. Though her beautiful cheeks remained flushed, the vulnerability and helplessness she had displayed earlier vanished without a trace.

Her expression cleared, and her lowered eyes glanced at my index finger, which was pressed against her nose. Noticing the few drops of liquid on it, she narrowed her eyes dangerously, unable to speak due to my semen in her mouth.

However…

given that my hot, thick semen had just been ejaculated into her, my mother, who already lacked much intimidation in my presence, now appeared more like a "tsundere" cat in my eyes. Therefore, I didn't back down under her dangerous gaze. Instead, I brazenly wiped my finger, still dripping with white fluid, onto her two small nostrils below her delicate nose.

"Hmm…"

Unexpectedly, her son dared to plug her small nostrils with his semen-stained finger. Unable to speak, the beautiful mother, her lips pursed, temporarily lost contact with the outside air due to the blockage in her nasal passages.

A tightness gripped her chest, and the swallowing reflex caused her to gulp down a small amount of semen.

The fresh, hot semen bypassed her delicate throat, instantly sliding down her esophagus and into her stomach, bringing warmth to her entire chest and abdomen.

Everything is difficult at the beginning… but once you start, you won't resist as much afterward. This is similar to the change in mindset between being raped a first time and a second time—since she had already swallowed half the semen, swallowing the other half was much easier to accept. This logic also occurred in the subconscious of the mother who had pushed my fingers away. So, when she ladylike covered her delicate nose and mouth with the back of her hand, trying to suppress the pungent smell of semen, she was surprised to find that only a tiny bit of semen remained in her mouth, which had previously filled most of it.

I don't know when, but my mother swallowed another drop of semen. Resigned to her situation, she finally understood what to do… or rather, what I wanted her to do. The beautiful mother shyly mixed the sweet saliva with the last trace of semen in her mouth with her delicate tongue. Then, under my gaze, she stretched her neck, like a swan drinking water, her brow furrowed as she gently moved her throat and neck, slowly swallowing all the liquid. After swallowing it all, she let out a cute little burp.

"Mom, I know! This smells like your favorite yogurt." Teasing my mother, I grinned and shook the last drop of semen on my index finger, then held it to her lips again, gesturing for her to open her mouth with expectant eyes.

After gazing at the white, viscous drop of what really looked like yogurt on my finger for a moment, my mother, with a helpless expression, gently closed her beautiful eyes, slightly parting her lips, which had been pressed into a thin line. Amidst the scent of semen in her nostrils, she quietly waited for my finger to probe inside.

To be honest, in the few seconds before gently placing my index finger into my mother's mouth, I hesitated for a moment—hesitating whether I should take my mother to such an extreme. But by the time I came to my senses, my index finger and the drop of semen on it had already disappeared between my mother's red lips. Whether it was my inexplicable act of inserting my finger or my mother's gentle lowering of her lips to meet it, that's impossible to verify.

Feeling my mother's smooth, fragrant tongue licking and entwining on the pad of my index finger, I felt a sweet pleasure and was reluctant to pull my finger out for a long time. My mother didn't release her mouth either, until a moment later when we both seemed to realize something and woke up at the same time. Remembering that there was a female driver in front, my mother and I withdrew our hands and mouths and sat upright in the back seat.

After gazing out the car window at the skyscrapers and bustling streets for two minutes, my thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the scene of my mother "sucking semen into her mouth." With the restless nature of a young boy, I moved closer to my mother and whispered teasingly as she intently "fought" with the dildo inserted into her vagina.

"Mom, you drank so much at the beginning, why do you have to savor the last few drops for so long? Is it because my semen tastes so good that you can't bear to swallow it?"

"You heartless little rascal! You...you still have the nerve to say that! It's because...you held me down...you wouldn't let me get up, otherwise I wouldn't have been forced to swallow so much annoying stuff!...If I hadn't thought that if I didn't let you swallow it, Xingling would find out sooner or later...find something suspicious in the car, I would have bitten off your 'little rascal' between your legs long ago!"

The teased mother naturally had to retaliate with a few light punches amidst her panting breaths, but compared to the sense of accomplishment from "force-feeding" her semen, the pain from these light punches was negligible. But then I thought—since I'd been beaten, it would be too unmanly not to retaliate, so after enduring my mother's hidden light punches, I immediately held the hand holding the vibrator remote control in front of my mother threateningly, and under her embarrassed and angry gaze, I directly pushed the switch to the "high" and "internal drilling" settings.

Seeing my stunning mother, who was casting an alluring gaze at me, suddenly freeze, her body contorting in a fierce struggle against the vibrating dildo throbbing deep inside her vulva, her hips swaying slightly. After a brief struggle, realizing she was no match for the dildo in the tide of desire, she reached out to grab the remote control from my hand.

Watching her slow, fluctuating movements, I chuckled mischievously, slipping the remote into my pocket and leaning close to her ear. I lightly licked her sensitive earlobe, then subtly pointed out the car window to the door of the "Yu Chen" multinational corporation headquarters we were about to enter.

"Mom, we're at the company now. Hopefully, with my help, you won't drop anything important when you get out of the car."

While the beautiful driver in the front seat was searching for a parking spot, I reached out and pressed and kneaded her labia several times, pushing the vibrating dildo, which had already disappeared inside her tightly closed petals, a little further in.

My mother, who had been experiencing a series of orgasms since waking up that morning, was already on the verge of climax with her sensitive body. She rarely had time to completely extinguish her desire. This time, as I heavily massaged her vulva, the vibrating dildo inside almost completely broke through her uterus.

Under this stimulation, she continued to reach orgasm. Suddenly, a soft splashing sound came from under her skirt as she stretched her long legs straight, and her beautiful eyes briefly drifted into a daze once more.

No way! Mom actually squirted! This is really bad!

[The End]

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