Mom was horny on the bus

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One time, my mom asked me to go shopping again. I had just finished showering and didn't have time to find underwear, so I just threw on my sweatpants and went out. After boarding the train with my mom, we snuggled together comfortably, as usual. My penis started to swell, so I pressed it against my mom's vulva. But this time, it felt different than before; it felt more real. My mom's reaction was also different. Her eyes were wide open, and her buttocks kept gently rubbing against my penis, and she would also push it towards me slightly.

This time, my mom curiously and secretly touched her rear end, then quickly withdrew her hand. She turned her face and whispered, "You're not wearing underwear?" I nodded, and then my mom closed her eyes again, continuing to rub her buttocks against me. But this time, as she rubbed, I ejaculated—I ejaculated through three layers of clothing outside my mom's vulva!

I stood there, forcing myself to feel better, and said to my mom, "My pants are wet, what should I do?" At that moment, my mom opened her eyes, turned around, and took some tissues from her purse. She said, "Be careful, use this to wipe yourself first. I'll use your purse to cover it up later. When you walk behind, just stay close so no one can see." At that moment, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders, and I felt much more at ease.

After leaving the station, we went to the Sogo restroom to freshen up, as usual. After we came out, my mom chuckled and asked, "Can I have my purse back now?" I nodded and said, "Yes, you can!" My mom continued shopping happily, and I followed behind her joyfully.

We strolled and ate, having a wonderful time, and we talked more than before, chatting as we walked and ate, about my mom's career and my studies, just like a couple.

On the way home, because my mom didn't buy anything this time, I could grab the same railing as her with one hand, my other hand on her shoulder, and my penis pressed against her genitals—oh my god! I felt like my glans could be inserted, going in and out two or three centimeters at a time—it was such a different feeling. Mom's eyes were wide open this time, as if she were watching my penis enter her vagina.

My hand, gripping the railing, instinctively reached for Mom's buttocks. As I touched them, I felt strange; how could it feel so real? It turned out Mom had already taken off her underwear. I put my hand back, and then we both thrust harder against each other, trying to penetrate five or even seven centimeters. We were very careful, afraid of being seen having sex.

Then Mom turned her head and said, "My skirt must be wet. When we get off the train, you have to follow me closely, or someone will see." Then we continued to sway with the train.

After this, perhaps Mom became smarter; she went and bought herself a very thin, pure cotton sports skirt and pants, and they were black, so no one would notice they were wet. Although Mom didn't say anything when she gave me the pants, this time we both tacitly wore them to take the train and go shopping. Wearing the pants Mom bought me this time felt completely different. I touched them from the outside, and the feel was just like wearing a condom. Before even getting on the train, my penis was already hard, so I borrowed Mom's purse to cover it up.

Once on the train, as if we'd been waiting for this for a long time, we were eager to test the clothes. They were indeed different from last time; almost two-thirds of my penis could fit inside. Mom's eyes were fixed on the window as we made love, sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully. Especially when the train changed tracks, that was the most comfortable time. I could use the swaying of the carriage to vigorously move my hips—it felt so good!

As we continued, "Mom, I'm going to cum!" I whispered carefully in Mom's ear. At that moment, Mom's hips arched even higher, and her vagina clenched even tighter. I couldn't hold back any longer, and with a few forceful thrusts, I released all my semen.

After getting off the bus, Mom kept touching my skirt and asking, "It's wet, can you tell?" I kept saying,

"Absolutely not."

[The End]

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