Mothers working part-time at the bondage club

My name is A-Guang, and I'm seventeen years old. My mother is forty and works as a doctor. She maintains a great figure and has a beautiful face, making her very eye-catching on the street. For a long time, my mother has been the object of my sexual fantasies, until one day… That afternoon, after shopping with my mother, we took the subway home. The train was crowded. I stood with my head down, looking at my mother's beautiful legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, full of soft beauty and incredibly shapely. Looking up, I saw her alluring pencil skirt, her tight white shirt, her fair neck above the neckline, her beautiful hair, her sensual lips, her large, watery eyes, and her slender, dark eyebrows. My mother possessed a mature beauty, more alluring than a young girl, radiating the charm of a mature woman.
Looking at my mother, I saw her long, slender legs beneath her skirt, her full thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings, conveying the delicate softness of a mature woman. Unable to resist the temptation, I pretended to drop my keys and bent down to peek under her skirt. I could see that my mother's panties were white and semi-transparent, with elegant lace embroidered around the edges. The fabric itself was thin and transparent, and through this thin layer, I could clearly see her pubic hair and the slight bulge of her mons pubis.
Seeing my mother's panties clinging tightly to her white lower body, my heart felt like it was going to explode. After I stood up, my mind was filled with images of my mother's genitals.
After a while, I couldn't resist the temptation again and pretended to tie my shoelaces, squatting down, preparing to... But then I saw something unbelievable: I saw a hand roaming inside my mother's skirt, and my mother's thighs kept shifting positions, as if desperately trying to escape.
Whose hand was that? I wondered to myself. The more I thought about it, the less I could believe what I was seeing: a lewd-looking old man was pressed tightly against my mother's back. His left hand had already slipped under her armpit, unbuttoning the top button of her shirt and reaching inside from the front. His right hand was caressing between her legs. My mother was holding onto a handrail with one hand and carrying her purse with the other, so she had no way to resist. Moreover, because the old man was holding her so tightly, she was powerless to escape.
No wonder my mother looked uncomfortable. As I thought this, I stared intently at his hand.
His hand was scratching outside her white lace panties. The area between my mother's legs was already wet. His index finger and thumb were pinching and rubbing her most sensitive area. To avoid the violation, my mother kept her legs tightly closed, afraid that if she relaxed even slightly, his fingers would enter her body. This sight made me hard without realizing it.
My mother's legs were very shapely. Although she had given birth to two children, she was still a beautiful woman, retaining her charm. This was the first time I had seen my mother's legs so closely, and my eyes were practically burning with desire; I almost couldn't resist wanting to devour them… This was much better than any pornographic film!
Suddenly, the old man's left hand pulled out of my mother's clothes and quickly stuffed something he was holding into his pocket. I thought it looked like a bra… my mother's bra! Sure enough, my mother's firm nipples peeked out from under her thin shirt.
The old man again put his left hand inside my mother's shirt and played with her nipples, while his right hand gradually slipped inside her pantyhose, quickly pulling them down to her knees and then her underwear to the side. The old man rubbed my mother's breasts with his left hand, while his right hand wasn't idle either, reaching down to play with my mother's vulva.
I stared wide-eyed at my mother's most mysterious place. As the old man teased and provoked her, my mother seemed unable to resist any longer; her legs gradually spread wider and wider, trembling slightly. Through the old man's fingers, I saw my mother's two bright red labia sliding back and forth in his hand, the lustful fluid seeping from her vulva soaking his fingers.
The old man pressed his entire palm against my mother's vulva, rubbing it a few times, then wiping it with the wet lustful fluid onto the bushy, shiny black pubic hair below her abdomen. My mother frantically twisted her body, trying to get rid of that hand; to me, it looked as if she was rubbing her vulva against his dirty hand, making my penis hard and bulging in the front of my pants. I watched the man playing with my mother's genitals while my eyes were lewdly eyeing the delicious fleshy opening before me.
My mother tried to suppress her composure, painfully trying to hide the intense desire in her lower body. At this moment, that hand was not idle either, raising its fingers to try and penetrate my mother's peach blossom cave. My mother desperately squeezed her legs together to resist the lewdness, but the man harassing her used his feet to forcefully spread her thighs apart, so that his fingers could be inserted into her warm, wet vagina.
I suddenly realized I should be saving my mother, not watching—how could I let this lewd old man rape her! I straightened up, moved closer to the old man harassing my mother, and stomped on his foot hard. He endured the excruciating pain, immediately withdrew his hand, and glared at me angrily. My mother took the opportunity to adjust her pantyhose and shirt. I glared back at the old man, who quickly became flustered and got off at the next stop.
Many people boarded at this stop, and I was pushed by the crowd, ending up pressed against my mother from the front. The contact with her soft and full body made my heart race. Due to the crowd, I could only press even closer to my mother. She seemed to notice my restless movements and gently swayed her body. Oh no, her inner thighs were pressed against my manhood. I felt my penis gradually becoming engorged and erect… Ah… Mother… so elastic… My slowly hardening penis was pressing against my mother's genitals. My mother instinctively tried to pull away, but the train was too crowded to avoid it. The friction only stimulated my penis, making it even harder, almost reaching under her skirt.
My penis, hidden in my underwear, pressed against my mother's elastic vulva, which had just been played with. Ah… such a soft hole, if only I could touch it… But what if my mother screamed… wouldn't I… No, when my mother was harassed earlier…
as long as I'm careful… My desire was already burning fiercely, like a fire. Once lust took hold, I didn't care about anything else and began to slowly press my legs against the inside of my mother's thighs. I slowly, slowly exerted force, spreading my mother's beautiful legs apart little by little… But I was still a little hesitant, so slow that it was almost imperceptible. Due to tension and the effort to control myself, my legs were still trembling little by little! My mother began to feel something was wrong. She realized that my legs were spreading her own legs apart. She wanted to move her legs away, but she was powerless to do so.
I stealthily slipped my hand under my mother's skirt, and soon I touched her full thigh. She trembled as if electrocuted, glanced at me in surprise, then lowered her head, trying her best to avoid me but not daring to scream.
The feel of her skin through the stockings and my mother's delicate appearance further aroused my animalistic desires. I stretched out my right leg and thrust it harder between my mother's legs, rubbing against her mons pubis. Her twisting body, trying to avoid me, put even more pressure on my right leg, and I could feel the intense heat of her mons pubis. The combination of my cold right knee exposed under my athletic shorts and the burning heat of my mother's thigh, along with the friction of the stockings, gave me a strange sensation.
My left hand roamed over her slender waist and pink buttocks, while my right hand boldly reached between her legs, forcefully tearing my mother's pantyhose, and through the hole, I touched her genitals through her underwear. Without thinking twice, I boldly probed her plump vulva with my fingers, a surge of lust overwhelming me. I forcefully pressed my middle finger against her opening through her panties.
Caught off guard, my mother's private parts were attacked again, and she let out a muffled groan: "Mmm..."
She shifted uncomfortably, gently trying to pull my hand away, but I wasn't about to give up. I immediately pressed myself against her from the front, simultaneously wrapping my left arm tightly around her slender waist, immobilizing her. Then, my right hand began its assault.
My mother felt my bold hand relentlessly kneading the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Sometimes it would forcefully penetrate, creating immense pressure and my burning heat, pushing her long, slender legs open even wider; other times it would gently glide over the tips of her fine pubic hairs, making her feel an unbearable tingling and itching sensation.
A series of light, tingling currents continuously burrowed into the inner thighs, into the slippery, tender flesh, swirling within the delicate folds of the vagina, stimulating the sensitive, erect, red, and swollen clitoris, now fully exposed beyond the foreskin, causing waves of vaginal fluid to flow incessantly to the outside of the tender flesh; at other times, I would forcefully squeeze the tender flesh encased in stockings on the inner thighs, causing my mother to feel a piercing pain. My mother almost gave up resisting, allowing my rude and lewd hands to defile her beautiful, shapely thighs.
As I kneaded the tender flesh of my mother's inner thighs, I slowly moved forward, gradually feeling the warm, moist radiance emanating from her. My heart suddenly pounded even harder. A soft, warm touch spread from my fingertips; my mother's opening was already overflowing. I pushed my hand forward slightly and immediately felt an endless, gentle sinking in.
So this was my mother's opening! I felt an indescribable surge of emotion. I never imagined that my fingers would be pressed against my mother's sweet, tender opening. Although there was still a layer of panties between us, they were completely soaked with her juices, clinging seamlessly to her labia majora. Only her erect clitoris cutely pushed against the soaked, semi-transparent white panties.
My mother shifted her waist, trying to move her body away, but her body didn't quite obey her commands, only trembling slightly. The subway stopped briefly at the station, and another group of passengers boarded. There was no escape; my mother's body hung suspended in the air, her lower body, which I was touching, seemed to move in response.
Through her nylon panties, I could feel the presence of her mature, clam-like petals. I spread my fingers and gently stroked the inside of her thighs and between her buttocks. As she trembled involuntarily, I couldn't resist caressing her mons pubis with my index and middle fingers through her semi-transparent white lace panties. The warm, moist breath traveled through the tightly pressed lace to my fingers.
My mother twisted and trembled, pressing her body against my chest, her hips swaying as she desperately tried to escape. My hand persistently touched her lower body, playing with the pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her panties like curling strands of hair. My penis no longer wanted to stay in my pants; it wanted to penetrate her vagina, rubbing against her walls with a ravaging force.
A lewd grin spread across my face as I grabbed her panties and pulled them up forcefully. "Mmm..." Mom couldn't help but moan softly. The intense stimulation arched her back, her full buttocks pressing against my penis. My grip on the panties tightened and loosened, constantly rubbing against the crevice between her labia.
I pressed down on the base of my penis, gently lifted Mom's skirt, and then attacked the depths of her cleft. Mom's body stiffened as my hot, erect penis rubbed against her beautiful, peach-like cleft. The chaotic pressure on my chest grew increasingly intense, and the swelling in my pants both frightened and excited me. The intense, youthful, and fantastical lust made me lose my reason; nothing could stop my desire.
Seeing that no one was watching, I was burning with lust. My right hand moved from her left hip inside Mom's white lace panties, my palm gently caressing her mons pubis, my right index and middle fingers playing with her labia... then rubbing her clitoris. As I stroked her thigh with my right hand, moving my fingers from her open fingers to her crotch, her body involuntarily arched and twisted. I couldn't resist slipping my hand entirely inside her lace-trimmed panties, and she trembled even more violently.
My mother tried to grab my hand, but I almost pulled her delicate hand into her panties as well.
Under my caresses, she slightly opened her mouth and moaned softly. I gently parted her labia with my fingers, and her lower body twisted slightly, a sweet fluid slowly seeping from between her labia; I pressed my fingers against her labia and rubbed them from side to side, and she tried to resist even more, but I held her firmly with my left hand.
I parted her labia with two fingers, pushed up the clitoral hood, and gently rubbed the exposed clitoris with my fingertips, a movement that caused her to involuntarily arch her hips and mons pubis. My fingertips stroked upwards from the inside of her fully opened labia, and my mother's slender, snow-white neck stretched back as she panted, her beautiful forehead covered with stray hairs.
"No...no..." Mom murmured, her voice like a dream.
Now that things had come to this, how could I give up halfway! My palm pressed rhythmically against Mom's wet vulva, feeling her vulva cling slightly to my hand. Mom lowered her head and tried to push me away, but I pulled her panties down. She stood there resignedly, letting me play with her, not daring to look me in the eye.
Seeing her reaction, I felt even more emboldened to ravage her. I held Mom tightly to my chest, using my knee to spread her legs apart, her feet opening and her vulva opening as well. My hand slowly roamed between Mom's thighs, carefully caressing her, discovering that her vulva was very full, her labia minora large and protruding.
My mother's pubic hair was thick and curly, covering her vulva. As her full thighs parted, I felt under her skirt at the cleft of her labia. Beneath the soft, downy hair, her clitoris bulged, and from that tender crevice, a cute little bean sprout shrank.
I parted the labia with my fingers, pinched the pointed clitoris, and rubbed it with my index finger and thumb. My mother made a painful sound but couldn't escape. My fingers moved up and down, and the wet clitoris slowly emerged from the labia. The little bean protruded from the complex walls of her vulva. I stroked the clitoris and her vulva with my fingers; her vulva felt so soft!
I occasionally poked her vulva with my middle and index fingers, stroking it up and down, pulling on her clitoris, and spreading her labia apart. The small clitoris gradually swelled under my caresses. By this time, my mother was probably feeling considerable pleasure; her vulva was covered in vaginal fluid, making my touch even more slippery. My
fingers followed the cleft, inserting one by one into my mother's vagina. After inserting three fingers fully into my mother's warm, wet vagina, I used my little finger, which remained outside, to probe her anus, while my thumb caressed her clitoris. My mother tried to close her legs, but my knees prevented her from doing so.
My three fingers expanded inside her, and I inserted them into her vagina, thrusting in and out. I felt my mother's vagina tightly gripping my fingers, her pale throat trembling. Holding me tightly, she couldn't escape and had no choice but to give up resisting, letting me play with her. I probed deeper with my fingers, and then honey-like fluid flowed down my fingers, some of it running down her perineum and soaking into her underwear.
After playing for a while, I began to carefully search for the G-spot described in textbooks. I patiently tried little by little... Finally, I found it! I discovered a small area about two finger joints deep above the vagina. Every time I stimulated this area, my mother would shudder, and her vagina would tighten.
I began to concentrate my efforts, attacking this most sensitive and most hidden G-spot again and again. With each thrust of my fingers, Mom trembled, her body gradually going limp against me. I lifted her up, my left arm around her slender waist, while my right hand continued to caress her.
With each thrust, I felt my fingers tighten around her vaginal opening, her labia opening and closing with each stroke. As I played with her, I admired her semi-conscious, delicate state. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing penis, rubbing it between her thighs... Mmm... Mmm... She couldn't bear the stimulation and moaned softly. I forgot about everyone else; with the swaying of the train, my penis rubbed back and forth against Mom's labia. Doing this in front of so many people provided extra stimulation, quickly bringing me to my climax. Soon, I ejaculated onto Mom's panties. As soon as
the subway stopped, I released my delicate mother, and before she could react, I quickly slipped through the crowd, got off, and ran home.
When Mom came home, she saw me sitting in the living room watching TV. True to her office lady persona, Mom had recovered from her nightmare and regained her usual calm and elegant demeanor. "
Come here," Mom stared into my eyes for a moment, then said, "I have something to tell you." "
What is it?" My heart skipped a beat. Mom was going to settle scores with me. What should I do? If Mom told Dad, he'd kill me.
"You…you're so outrageous!"
Mom's beautiful face flushed red with emotion: "You actually…did that to Mom!"
I hurriedly stood up, waving my hands and stammering, "Mom…today…I'm sorry…I…there's something…I…I feel ashamed to say it…" I put on a pitiful act. "
Is something wrong? Tell Mom." Seeing my flushed face, Mom's anger turned to confusion. "What's there to be ashamed of? What happened?" Mom patted the seat next to her, gesturing for me to sit beside her. "
If I tell the truth, Mom, please don't laugh at me!" I'd made up my mind, and with a pained expression on my face, I sat down next to my mother. "
Of course! Mom definitely won't laugh at you, hurry up and tell me!" My words piqued her curiosity.
Uh… I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately.
Insomnia! Why?
I feel restless, dizzy, and sometimes even have suicidal thoughts.
There have been many accidental suicides among middle school students recently, and I have impulsive suicidal thoughts at the slightest setback, so my mother was quite startled. Her questioning turned into concern: “I understand how you feel. Tell me so we can solve the problem properly.” My mother leaned closer to my knees, gently patting my thigh, encouraging me to speak.
I was secretly pleased, but my face showed melancholy: “I feel like I’m going crazy. Whenever I see a girl from my school, my blood turns to mush, and I feel like I’m about to explode!”
My mother nodded deeply: “It’s normal for teenagers in puberty to be interested in the opposite sex. Don’t take it to heart. Is this why you… did you do this to me this time?”
“Yes… but, Mom, I really want to see women’s bodies, and I even want to run out in the middle of the night and molest women.”
“Absolutely not! Doing that would ruin your life!” My mother exclaimed. “That’s why I’m desperately trying to restrain myself. What’s the difference between a woman’s body and a man’s? This idea has been stubbornly nagging at me.”
"Mom, what should I do?"
My question left Mom speechless for a moment. She understood my worries, but didn't know how to express them. "
Just once, let me look closely at a woman's body. Maybe that will make me feel much better and allow me to focus on my studies." I asked innocently and curiously. "
You want to see a woman's genitals, right?"
Mom asked, trying to sound calm. "Would knowing the differences between their genitals and men's make you feel much better?"
"Yes! That's it."
Mom considered for a moment, then resolutely stood up and locked the door. It seemed she had been persuaded and was prepared to grit her teeth and use her body as a teaching tool for her son. Solving her son's worries was like solving everyone's worries, wasn't it? "
Mom's genitals are for reference. I hope you won't have any more worries after seeing them, understand?"
The room, with the curtains drawn, immediately became somewhat dark. For the sake of education, Mom turned on the wall lamp.
Mom took off her high heels, lifted her skirt, and pulled her pantyhose and underwear down to her knees. The torn pantyhose and wet underwear immediately excited me.
A blush crept onto Mom's cheeks: "Alright! You're only allowed to look!" Lying back on the sofa, Mom's lower body was exposed, her legs slowly spreading, revealing her private parts to her son.
My throat tightened, I swallowed, and leaned my head between Mom's knees, hot breath escaping from my nostrils.
Indeed, it was an incredibly alluring pose. What met my eyes was Mom's high, rounded mons pubis and neat, glossy pubic hair, while her labia minora were slightly parted from their tightly closed vulva… Through the bright light of the room, I spread Mom's thighs apart, looking closely at her soft pubic hair, beautiful labia, and tightly closed anus.
Wow! This is female genitalia! Mom's genitals are so beautiful!
I gazed at the clitoris, the tiny bean sprout shyly peeking out from the tip of Mom's vulva. My hot breath sprayed onto her vulva, and Mom trembled slightly. "
Is it done?" Mom sat up, her cheeks flushed, exposing her genitals—something even her husband had never observed so closely—to her son…
“Mom, let me see again, there’s still something I don’t understand.” I quickly grasped Mom’s slender foot, encased in stockings, with my left hand, causing her to lie back down helplessly. Then, my fingers gently peeled back the thin skin, revealing a small, adorable pink clitoris.
I grasped the trembling bud, and Mom unintentionally arched her back. Ah! A soft moan escaped her throat, for I had grasped the sensitive bud.
“Mom! What is this protruding bud?” I asked innocently, while gently rubbing Mom’s clitoris with my fingers.
“Oh! That’s the clitoris, also…called…clitoral…Ouch! …Don’t touch it like that!” “
I’m sorry, Mom, I didn’t mean to!” Like an innocent child, I immediately stopped, but reluctant to let go of what I was touching, stubbornly stroking it for a while before gently releasing it.
“Mom! What are these two drooping fleshy parts on either side?” So many folds! I gently touched my mother's labia again. Hmm... those are the labia majora, ah... don't touch them like that!
My fingers kept stroking her labia, and my mother resisted slightly, but because her legs were raised, she couldn't dodge. My mother's labia were thick and soft, and felt very smooth.
Mom, what's this called?
My mother felt a little helpless about my attitude of checking everything with my fingers before asking questions, and her buttocks often swayed involuntarily.
That... those are the labia minora, are you done yet?
My mother's breathing became more and more rapid: Are you done yet...
but there are still many things I don't understand.
As I spoke, I put my fingers into my mother's secret place again, and kept playing with it: Mom! What is this little hole for?
Ah! ... Ah... my mother's body twisted violently: This is the urethra.
Is it where urine comes out?
Yes! ... Yes! Don't touch it like that... Hey! Don't play with it... As soon as my fingers left, my mother's lower abdomen rose and fell like waves.
"Mom, there's a pink little hole here, what's it for?" I parted Mom's labia, revealing her beautiful vulva.
Mom's mysterious opening opened, and I saw the glistening red walls of flesh filled with honey-like fluid. I brought my face close to Mom's vulva, smelling the thick, sweet scent. Unable to control my desire, I gently licked her vulva with my tongue when she couldn't see. The overflowing fluid became sticky and tasted sour.
Then I slowly slid my fingers into Mom's vagina. After my ministrations, her vagina was very wet, and my fingers moved in and out smoothly. "
Ah! ...No, don't touch...that's the birthing hole...don't touch it!" "Ouch! ...pull your fingers out!" Mom screamed.
"Oh! The birthing hole...Mom gave birth to me from here, didn't she?" I said, rotating my fingers inside Mom's petals like a stirring rod.
The wet petals involuntarily tightened around the unruly learner. My middle finger had already penetrated to the base, the soft flesh completely wrapped around it. My finger stirred inside, the wet, elastic walls seeming to suck it in. I was surprised, even somewhat moved, that my beautiful, middle-aged mother, a mother of two, had such a sensitive vagina.
My mother's beautiful face flushed and paled, her legs trembled, and a stream of vaginal fluid slowly oozed out. "Mom! You're acting so strange! There's so much fluid coming out of your vagina! Mom, what's wrong with you?
It's all your fault…it's all because you touched me like that…that's why I'm like this." "
Just playing with my finger will cause this?" I inserted my finger into my mother's vagina again, repeatedly probing the vaginal walls while rubbing her engorged clitoris.
This repeated motion until my mother lost all strength to resist. Suddenly, she arched her back, allowing my finger to penetrate even deeper, and she fell into a semi-conscious state.
"Ouch!" ...Stop digging...I can't take it anymore...Mom tried to pull herself together a few times, but I grabbed her feet and lifted them high, leaving her powerless to resist my torment.
My mother's vulva presented a very lewd sight. Her parted labia, under the forceful thrusting of my fingers, had turned a bright red, revealing the inner walls covered in sticky, lustful fluid. There was a round opening in the center, the spot where my fingers had passed. My fingers not only slid in and out of my mother's vagina but also into the cleft of her buttocks. My fingertips explored her anus, caressing her clitoris. When I touched her anus, her body trembled as if she had been electrocuted. Seeing her intense reaction, I felt extremely satisfied. I scooped up some of her juices from her vulva and smeared it on her anus, continuing to rub it.
Ah…no…my mother's anus, which no other man, not even my father, might have had the chance to violate, was now being wantonly dug and ravaged by my fingers. My mother's naked genitals were being randomly touched and dug by my fingers; her confused mind was being pushed towards a surge of intense lust. Her body convulsed, and her temperature rose higher and higher.
Mom arched her back, swaying her full hips; her beautiful black hair was completely disheveled, and her usually dignified face, like a violet, wore an almost incredulous, seductive expression. Mom couldn't help but groan, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing.
Suddenly, the wall clock chimed; it was seven o'clock in the evening. Mom snapped back to reality, straightening her body and breaking free from my grasp: "That's enough, your father will be home soon. That's enough. You know enough. Mom still needs to make dinner."
Mom quickly regained her composure, dressing and putting on her shoes while advising me to focus my energy elsewhere, saying that my sexual urges were just due to puberty and would pass in a while.
Just then, we heard the sound of a key turning in the door; Dad had returned. Mom had already gone into the kitchen and started working.
(III) In the following days, whenever I had the chance, I would hug my mother from behind and press my swollen penis against her buttocks through her clothes, and desperately poke and poke her anus through her skirt or pants. Or I would sneak under the table to get a good look at what was under her skirt and deliberately touch her beautiful legs in stockings.
Sometimes, when my mother was cooking and not paying attention, I would pretend to help and use a small mirror behind her to peek at the alluring sight of her sexy panties and sheer stockings under her tight skirt. Sometimes, if I was lucky, I could even lie down and peek directly. Being able to masturbate while peeping at what was under my mother's skirt was really great!
One afternoon, I returned home and saw my mother cooking in the kitchen. She was still wearing her favorite pink short jacket over a slightly sheer white shirt, and a light white silk skirt with sheer flesh-colored stockings on her slender legs, which aroused endless fantasies (how wonderful it would be to push her down on the stove and rape her like in an adult film). My pants unconsciously swelled to match my fantasies.
I first quietly crouched down behind my mother and peeked at the base of her beautiful legs. I noticed she was wearing white underwear today—a white lace panty with alluring white garter belts and flesh-colored stockings—which made my penis even more swollen. I really wanted to penetrate her from behind.
Suddenly, I thought of a way to satisfy my desire. So I quietly left the kitchen, unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and loudly announced to my mother: "I'm home!" Before Mom could turn around, I ran over and hugged her from behind: "Mom, today I showed everyone how to solve a math problem, and the teacher praised my method, saying I'm very smart!"
(Wow, Mom smells so good, and the feeling of my penis rubbing against her silk skirt is so nice!) I pressed my legs against Mom's beautiful legs, gently rubbing against her legs in sheer flesh-colored stockings. So good!!
"That's great," Mom said, "Keep it up!"
(Oh, I will keep it up.) Slowly moving my hips, through her silk skirt, I pressed my penis against the crevice between Mom's two fleshy buttocks, moving it up and down, gradually pressing my semen-filled penis against her busy panties and the area around her vulva. "
Hmm, okay, I'll keep it up."
(It feels so good to keep it up; the opening at the tip of my penis has already leaked some semen due to the intense stimulation.) "Are you feeling unwell? Why are you moving around like that, and why is your voice sounding strange?" My mother asked me (It feels so good, ah…!). It's okay, Mom, my body is a little itchy for some reason, probably from a mosquito bite. Afraid that my mother would notice, I quickly pulled my still trembling, swollen little brother back into my pants.
Mom, I'm going back to my study to read.
Back in my room, I sat down at my desk, recalling the desecration I had just committed, and began to masturbate. Just as I was about to reach climax, I suddenly heard my mother call me: Lunch is ready.
After lunch, my mother went to take a nap, but I couldn't fall asleep: Dad wasn't home today, I thought… I quietly went to my parents' bedroom door. The door wasn't closed properly, and I saw my mother fast asleep. She was still wearing her usual clothes, but she had a blanket covering her stomach, and her snow-white legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were exposed. I swallowed hard, and since I had just masturbated, it was practically torture for me!
With a bit of curiosity, I carefully tried to peek at what kind of underwear she was wearing, but her legs were tightly closed, and I couldn't peek through the gap in her skirt. A wicked thought crossed my mind. If she was fast asleep, I could sneakily lift her skirt without her noticing.
I gently called "Mom," but she didn't respond. Still unsure if she was asleep, I pretended to cover her with a blanket, but she didn't move. I patted her lightly, but still no movement. My heart was pounding, I felt like I was suffocating. I took a deep breath and reached for her skirt, carefully flipping it over her stomach. Perhaps she was too tired, sleeping soundly, because she didn't stir.
The short skirt lifted, revealing my mother's almost dazzlingly sexy thighs, making me almost forget to breathe. My mother was wearing extremely thin flesh-colored stockings, the stockings covering her sexy thighs only reaching a few centimeters below the groin, with two white garter straps. Between her legs was a high-slit thong, revealing pubic hair through the white lace trim.
My mother's white panties had a small flower on the waistline below her navel, and the pubic area was openwork! A few fine, not very curly pubic hairs were visible. Upon closer inspection, near the dark pubic hair, thin, semi-transparent panties clung tightly to her vulva, fully revealing the shape of her labia, exuding an incredibly lewd aura.
When I gently touched my mother's labia with my fingers, even through the panties, I could still feel the heat and softness of her mature, clam-like flesh.
My mother had a well-proportioned figure and a beautiful face. I stole a glance at her; her lips were thin and very moist, making me want to kiss them. Her cheeks were flushed slightly—so beautiful! Her legs were white and straight, and I couldn't resist sneaking another look at my mother's private parts; and I really wanted to touch them again to see if they were as soft as they had been a couple of days ago (duh!). Anyway, it wouldn't hurt for her son to play with her lower body a little more, right?
So I straightened my mother's skirt, pretended to cover her with a blanket, and gently took my mother's delicate, soft feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, in my hands and stroked and played with them. My mother didn't move. My mother's feet were less than five inches long, with neatly arranged toes and a beautiful, captivating shape. Her delicate, shapely feet were just the right size to hold in one hand; they felt soft and supple to the touch through her stockings, incredibly comfortable, and I couldn't resist
touching them. I wanted to touch her breasts too. I quietly covered her skirt, then, with trembling fingertips, unbuttoned her blouse, gently and slowly pulling it up until I finally reached her breasts. My mother was wearing a bikini-style bra, shaped like an "8," the rounded cups perfectly filling her full breasts, covering them without the obvious flaws of some women who, lacking substance, deliberately wear larger sizes to conceal their size.
The rounded cups were slightly pointed—those must be her nipples. I opened my mouth, too nervous to speak, and slowly rose closer to her, my arms involuntarily reaching out, my palms cupped inwards, only a centimeter away from her breasts. I didn't dare to actually pinch her breasts; I just kept a distance and gently stroked them, imagining my hands caressing them. My breathing was rapid, and I almost wanted to put my hands down and fondle her full breasts, then reach in and grasp her mysterious nipples.
I held my breath and quickly touched my mother's breast. I was relieved she didn't react, so I placed my entire palm on it. Wow! So big! Even through the thin barrier, the soft, warm sensation violently disrupted my breathing, and my mind went blank.
I squeezed it a little, but my mother didn't move. I squeezed harder… Haha, she really was asleep. But business was more important. I quickly ran to lift her skirt and gently opened her legs. My mother was wearing white lace panties, so thin they were almost transparent, vaguely revealing the shape of her pubic hair.
With her vulva barely visible, I suddenly frantically explored it with my tongue, pushing past the thin fabric and heading straight for my mother's plump labia. A faint scent of vaginal fluid at the entrance stimulated my senses of taste and smell, making me incredibly excited. I used the tip of my tongue to tease my mother's vulva. She moaned softly; she was probably having a wet dream and hadn't woken up.
Now the problem was, how could I see her vulva? So I gently spread her legs wider, carefully knelt between them, and leaned down, trying to pull her panties away from her vulva. But they were a little tight, so I grabbed the bottom edge of her panties and pulled them down a bit. Now I finally had enough space. With my left hand, I carefully pulled her panties from under her crotch to her left side, revealing her entire vulva.
I finally saw my mother's vulva again… I pressed my face against it to get a closer look. Her labia majora were slightly parted, and I saw two pink labia minora inside. My eyes were fixed on the fuzzy edges of her labia, and I couldn't resist placing two fingers on either side of the vulva, slowly parting the closed petals, like a flower suddenly blooming.
Spreading the flesh-colored mucous membrane, I saw my mother's clitoris. I carefully parted it a little more, revealing a moist, glistening, bright red opening surrounded by flesh-colored tissue. My mother's vagina was truly beautiful! I sniffed it; it had a sweet scent.
I pressed my cheek against my mother's deep triangle, slowly moving my head back and forth, letting her dark, soft pubic hair rub against my skin. I couldn't resist the urge to lick my mother's vulva like in adult films, so I gently licked her clitoris, my tongue circling around it.
Strangely, even in her sleep, my mother was producing vaginal fluid. Taking advantage of this, I reached out and carefully touched her labia majora and minora. It was a strange feeling—warm, soft, and slippery.
Gradually, her vaginal fluid soaked the sheets, and I even started to feel excited enough to ejaculate immediately.
I easily parted my mother's engorged labia, probing her plump vulva. My fingers moved upwards, touching her sensitive clitoris, then fully penetrating until I reached her cervix. I circled the cervix with my fingertips, and my sleeping mother's hips swayed gently with
my touch. I climbed on top of her, supporting my weight with my left hand, and pulled out my rock-hard penis, rubbing it against the crevice of her vulva. The touch of her thick pubic hair made my penis swell even more; when I touched her wet vulva, it swelled to its maximum size. It felt so soft and slippery, I longed to thrust inside her.
Suddenly, my mother stirred; I realized she was about to wake up, so I quickly slipped under the bed. When my mother woke up, she seemed a little confused, but thankfully, she hadn't noticed my presence. She went out for a bit, and when she returned, she was still muttering, "Why did this child run off without taking a nap today?" Little did she know that I was under her bed, masturbating while thinking about her beautiful vulva!

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