Doctor Mom

My name is A-Guang, and I'm seventeen years old. My mother is thirty-nine and a doctor. She maintains a great figure and has a beautiful face, making her very eye-catching on the street. My mother has always 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 charming and alluring than a young girl, radiating the allure 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 embroidery 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 is 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 reached under her armpit and unbuttoned a button on her shirt, slipping 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 Mom looks uncomfortable," I thought, staring 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 up close, 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 breasts peeked out from under her thin shirt.

The old man again reached his left hand into my mother's shirt and played with her breasts, while his right hand gradually slipped into 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 them.

My mother was both shocked and ashamed, but dared not cry out. She could only remain in this position, letting the old man ravage her as he pleased. She couldn't resist, yet she had to force herself to be aroused. My mother's face turned red with suppressed urges.

I stared wide-eyed at my mother's most private area. As the old man teased and probed, 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 fluid seeping from between her labia soaking his fingers.

The old man pressed his entire palm against my mother's vulva, rubbing it a few times, then wiping the wet flesh onto the thick, shiny black pubic hair below her abdomen. My mother frantically twisted her body, trying to get rid of his hand; to me, it looked as if she was rubbing his dirty hand against hers, making me hard and causing a large bulge in my pants. I watched the man fondle my mother's genitals while my eyes lewdly eyed the delicious sight before me.

My mother tried to suppress her composure, painfully trying to hide the intense desire in her lower body. Meanwhile, that hand wasn't idle either, raising its fingers to try and slip them into my mother's vagina. 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, allowing his fingers to penetrate her warm, wet vagina.

I suddenly realized that I should save my mother, not stand here and watch—how could I let this lewd old man finger my mother! I straightened up, moved closer to the old man harassing my mother, and stomped on his foot hard. He endured the excruciating pain and immediately withdrew his hand, glaring 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 nearest 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, full body made my heart race. Due to the crowded conditions, I could only press even closer to my mother's body. She seemed to notice my restless movements and gently swayed her body. This was bad; her inner thighs were pressed against my manhood, and I felt it gradually swell and harden…

“Ah… Mom… so bouncy…” My slowly hardening penis pressed against her genitals. She instinctively tried to pull away, but the train was too crowded, and she couldn't escape. The friction only stimulated me further, making it even harder, almost reaching under her skirt.

My underwear pressed against her bouncy, recently played-with breasts. “Ah… Mom, so soft… if only I could touch it… but what if Mom screams… wouldn’t I… No, when Mom was harassed earlier…”

“As long as I’m careful…” My penis was already erect, burning like fire. Driven by lust, I didn’t care about anything else and began to gradually press my legs against the inside of her thighs. Slowly, slowly, I exerted my strength, gradually spreading my mother's beautiful legs apart...

But I was still hesitant, moving so slowly it was almost imperceptible. Due to tension and the effort I was putting in, my legs were trembling slightly! My mother began to sense something was wrong; she realized my legs were spreading hers apart. She tried to move her legs away, but was powerless.

I quietly slipped my hand under her skirt, quickly touching her full thigh. She trembled as if electrocuted, glanced at me in surprise, then lowered her head, trying her best to avoid me, but daring not to cry out.

The sensation of her skin through the stockings and my mother's delicate appearance further stimulated my animalistic desires. I extended my right leg and thrust it even harder between my mother's legs, rubbing against her. Her twisting, evasive body put even more pressure on my right leg, and the intense heat of her thigh, the coldness of my right knee exposed under my athletic shorts, combined with the burning heat of my mother's thigh and the friction of the stockings, gave me a strange feeling.

My left hand roamed over her slender waist and pink buttocks, while my right hand boldly reached between her legs, forcefully tearing her pantyhose and reaching her genitals through the hole. Without a second thought, my fingers darted further into her plump vulva, a surge of lust overwhelming me. I forcefully pressed my middle finger against her opening through her panties.

Caught off guard by this attack, my mother let out a muffled groan: "Mmm..."

She shifted uncomfortably, trying to pull my hand away, but I wasn't about to give up. I pressed myself against her from the front, my left hand gripping her waist tightly, immobilizing her. Then my right hand began its assault.

My mother felt my bold hand relentlessly kneading the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Sometimes it would forcefully penetrate, creating immense pressure and my burning heat, pushing her long legs open even wider; other times it would gently glide over the tips of her fine hairs, making her feel an unbearable tingling and itching sensation.

A series of light, tingling currents continuously burrowed into the inner thighs, penetrating the slippery, tender flesh, swirling within every delicate fold, stimulating the sensitive, erect, red, and plump clitoris, now fully exposed beyond the foreskin, sending waves of tingling, itchy sensations stimulating the release of vaginal fluids that flowed incessantly to the tender skin. At times, I would forcefully squeeze the soft flesh encased in stockings on the inner thighs, causing my mother a sharp, piercing pain. My mother almost gave up resisting, allowing my lewd and impudent 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 spreading from my fingertips. My mother's mouth was already overflowing with desire. I pushed my hand forward slightly, and immediately felt... an endless, gentle embrace.

So this was my mother's! I was overwhelmed with indescribable emotion. I never imagined that my fingers would be pressed against my mother's sweet, tender little opening. Although there was still a layer of panties between us, they were completely soaked and clung to her vulva without any gaps. Only her erect clitoris cutely pushed against the soaked, semi-transparent white panties.

My mother moved her waist, trying to move her body away, but her body didn't really obey her, only trembling slightly. At that moment, the subway stopped briefly at the station, and another group of passengers boarded. There was no way to escape. My mother's body was suspended in the air, and her lower body seemed to move in response to my touch.

Through the nylon panties, I could feel the presence of my mother's mature, clam-like petals. I spread my five fingers and gently stroked her inner thighs and crotch. As she trembled involuntarily, I couldn't help but caress her with my index and middle fingers through the semi-transparent white lace panties. The warm, moist breath traveled through the tightly pressed lace to my fingertips.

My mother twisted and trembled, pressing against my chest, her hips swaying as she desperately tried to escape. My hand persistently touched her genitals, playing with the pubic hair peeking out from the edge of her panties like curled strands of hair. My penis no longer wanted to stay in her pants; it wanted to penetrate her, rubbing against her body walls with a ravaging force. A

lewd smile spread across my face as I grabbed her panties and pulled them up forcefully. "Mmm..." My mother couldn't help but moan softly, the intense stimulation arching her back, her full buttocks pressing against me. I pulled the panties with varying force, constantly rubbing against the crevice between her labia. I

held the base of my penis, gently lifted my mother's skirt, and then attacked the depths of her cleft. My hot, erect penis rubbed against the beautiful, peach-like cleft, and my mother's whole body stiffened. The chaotic pressure on my chest grew increasingly intense, and the swelling reaction in my pants made me feel both afraid and excited. The intense lust of youth, full of fantasies, made me lose my reason; no one could stop me.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, I was burning with desire. My right hand moved from her left hip to inside her white lace panties, my palm gently caressing her, my right index and middle fingers teasing her vulva... then rubbing her clitoris. As my right hand, spread open, moved from her thigh to her crotch, her body involuntarily arched and twisted. I couldn't resist moving my entire hand inside her lace panties, and she trembled even more violently.

My mother tried to grab my hand, but I almost pulled her 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, her juices slowly flowing from between her labia; I pressed my fingers against her labia and rubbed them from side to side, and she tried to avoid me 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. My fingertips traced upwards from the inside of her fully opened petals. My mother's slender, snow-white neck arched back as she gasped for breath, her beautiful forehead streaked with disheveled hair.

"No...don't..." she murmured, her voice like a dream.

Now that things had come to this, how could I give up halfway? My palm pressed rhythmically against her wet, slippery flesh, feeling her body cling to my hand. My mother lowered her head and tried to push me away, but I pulled on her panties

. She stood there resignedly, letting me play with her, unable to meet my gaze. Seeing her reaction, I felt even more emboldened to ravage her. I held her tightly to my chest, using my knee to force her legs apart, spreading them wide and opening her vulva. My hands slowly roamed between her thighs, carefully caressing her, discovering her ample breasts, large and prominently displayed.

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; it felt so soft!

I occasionally poked her with my middle and index fingers, stroking it up and down, pulling at her clitoris and spreading it apart. The small clitoris gradually swelled under my caresses. By this time, my mother was probably feeling considerable pleasure; it was full inside and out, and my hand felt a little slippery as I touched it.

My fingers followed the cleft, inserting one by one into my mother's vagina. After I inserted 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, moving them back and forth. I felt my mother's vagina tightly gripping my fingers, her snow-white throat trembling. She was held tightly and unable to escape, so she gave up resisting and let me play with her. I probed deeper with my fingers, and then honey-like fluid flowed out, 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 spot. 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, the opening 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 member, rubbing it between her thighs...

"Mmm...mmm..." she groaned softly, unable to bear the stimulation. I forgot about everyone else. With the swaying of the train, my penis rubbed back and forth against Mom's labia. The extra stimulation of being surrounded by people quickly brought me to my climax, and 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 the train, and ran home!

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