Beautiful mother with big buttocks

From a botanical point of view, your mother is absolutely a complete slut. " Jialong shrugged and said casually. I brought the
lemon tea to my lips and took a sip without expression. If you think my next move is to splash the lemon tea in Jialong's face, you're wrong. Because Jialong's words were the absolute truth, the truth without any impurities. From any academic perspective, my mother, Meng Qian, 38 years old, is a woman who is slutty to the core. In the words of Brother Dajun, who likes to force this slut to sing 'Conquer' while fucking her asshole, 'Your mother is incredibly slutty.'" Brother Dajun often says that a woman's flirtatiousness is a blessing, a gift from heaven. If an ugly old woman were to flirt in front of you, I believe anyone would be eternally captivated. Then he would pat my shoulder and say: But if it were your mother, just one look from her could make any man hard and erect. Although the language is crude, it also reflects that my mother is indeed a super beauty. She is 1.65 meters tall, with a curvaceous figure. Her oval face and phoenix eyes always exude countless charms. Her delicate mouth hides bright eyes and white teeth. Who would believe that the penises and semen tasted by this little mouth are enough to form a reinforced company ? My mom's breasts, while not exactly large, were remarkably round and firm, like two plump grapefruits on either side. Speaking of which, I can't help but recall Su Qian, a year younger than me, telling me with a look of pure enjoyment: "Press your dick against your mom's nipples and squeeze hard; it feels better than penetrating her vagina." But more than my mom's breasts, what attracts me most are her round, full buttocks—huge, firm, and incredibly elastic. Every time I think of her buttocks, I involuntarily get an erection. And , in my mind, I've never forgotten that most sensual moment involving my mom's buttocks. That time in the stairwell, my mother's short skirt was lifted up and rolled up around her waist. She was kneeling on the stairs, sucking on the penis of Mr. Wang, who was over fifty years old. We lived on the third floor at the time, and this couple, completely absorbed in their pleasure, brazenly occupied the first section of the stairs leading from the third to the fourth floor. Su Qian and I, who were on surveillance, hid on the fourth floor. Through the openwork handrail, my mother's large, protruding buttocks were like a cannonball aimed directly at us. The step Mr. Wang was sitting on was several steps higher than the one my mother was kneeling on. At that moment, the old lecher had his rough hand around my mother's back, roaming over her plump, juicy buttocks, his middle finger moving in and out of her anus. Her entire buttocks trembled and swayed with her body. Years later, I can still remember that all I could see in my mind was my mother's snow-white buttocks, two plump, snow-white buttocks, and a dark, shadowy peak... My bloodshot brain almost stopped thinking; only one thought remained: to rush down the fourth-floor stairs, remove Grandpa Wang's stinky hands, and properly lick my mother's big buttocks. I could almost hear my tongue commanding me to insert it into my mother's anus and lick every inch of her buttocks... In normal life, my mother was a full-time housewife. Her daily work consisted of taking care of my daily needs, doing housework, and , most importantly, trying to preserve her beautiful appearance. She never liked long hair, instead sporting a short haircut like Storm from X-Men, with her sideburns sticking up slightly, for some unknown scientific reason. Was she using her hairstyle to signal to men: "Get your dicks up!"? Our livelihood depends entirely on my father working abroad. The couple rarely see each other, so it's no wonder my mother is so eager to have sex with men. As I've grown older, I've gradually come to understand that perhaps my father has found a new woman abroad. But since he sends my mother enough money each month to ensure we live comfortably, that's enough. I've always been too lazy to concern myself with their affairs . However, unlike the sons in most erotic stories, this woman, despite being the son of a promiscuous woman, never seemed to have any desire to have sex with her son, even though several of his friends had already had relationships with her and maintained close contact with them. My mother seemed to know that I harbored ulterior motives towards her, and every time she walked past me in a super short skirt that barely covered her large buttocks, I would cast the most ardent gaze at her large buttocks, but she seemed to simply enjoy being bombarded by that gaze, never taking any further action. Let alone, like with other men, pretending to be shy as she approached, then magically lifting her skirt to reveal her large buttocks completely . " Damn it, I'm still your son. They say good things shouldn't go to outsiders, would it kill you to let your son have a turn with someone else's ass?" While I was still pondering, the talkative Jialong sitting beside me spoke up again. Ever since that guy had his first sexual experience with my mom, it seems he's treated my house as his second base, coming over all the time, his goal, of course, is to have sex with my beautiful mother .

Unfortunately, my mom went to get a beauty treatment at that moment. Jialong had to settle for second best, since he was also a friend of mine. It's really not very ethical to come to a friend's house and not spend time with him, but only focus on his mother.
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Dude, when did you realize Auntie is so lewd?" Jialong asked me, his eyes gleaming with lust ever since he entered my house.

What I hate most about him is this; he never stops talking about my mom. It seems like this guy's mind is only filled with thoughts of sex; he talks about women and sex all the time. Anything that interests him has to be erotic. He doesn't even focus on basketball or computer games like other seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys. However, Jialong possesses a quality many lack: unwavering perseverance. Well, the perseverance of a wicked man… “Brother Jie, have some mercy and tell me. You can smoke mine; these are good cigarettes
, my buddy brought them back from abroad. They're called something like 'Statue of Liberty.'” Jialong moved from one sofa to another, pulling out a pack of foreign cigarettes covered in English from who-knows-where, offering me a solicitous offer, his expression as ambiguous as could be. "Stay away from me, you're disgusting." I was so frightened by the expression on his face that I kept backing away. Was this guy pent up because my mom wouldn't let him have sex with her, and wanted to use me as a warm-up? Jialong was completely unmoved by my attack and continued to approach me, his expression making me feel even more like the ocean. "Brother Jie, just tell me." My unwavering spirit sustained Jialong for a full half hour, until he pressed me until I was speechless. I had no choice but to feign reluctance and open up. The clock on the wall spun rapidly counter-clockwise, and time seemed to rewind to a night seven years ago… " Mom , you look so beautiful tonight." At the time, I was only eleven years old. I stared at my mother, who was swaying back and forth in front of the mirror, with adoring eyes, and said dreamily, "Every night, the arrival of darkness seemed to bring an eerie glow to my mother, attracting the gaze of all men, who would then fall at her feet in her miniskirt." Hearing my words, my mother turned her head slightly and winked at me. Tonight, as usual, she wore heavy makeup, a black mini-dress draped over her body. The hem was a popular pleated style at the time; by my estimation, the hem was only long enough to cover her large buttocks—unless a gust of wind or other external force blew, in which case it would be a different story. Her two long, shapely legs were encased in stockings that weren't yet fashionable. My mother's alluring black attire made her look as noble as a black swan . The crisp clatter of my mother's high heels against the tiles echoed as she moved like a mannequin from the dressing table mirror to the wardrobe mirror, and then to the huge wall mirror in the living room—her black silhouette was everywhere. Unfortunately, I was still quite naive and immature at the time. I only had a vague curiosity about my mother's breasts, which seemed to burst out of her neckline, her long, shapely legs in fishnet stockings, and her large buttocks peeking out from under her short skirt. This curiosity was based solely on conversations with classmates and the influence of those "bad boys." I wasn't really interested in what lay beneath. I only knew that soon, a large group of friends would be waiting for me downstairs, and we would play wildly all night, indulging in the carefree spirit of summer nights . "Xiao Jie, Xiao Jie!" Just like those cell phone commercials from years ago, I could hear my friends shouting the lines from the ads downstairs. I jumped up from the sofa, more than a meter high. At that playful age, what could be more fun than playing with my friends? "Mom, I'm leaving." My childish cry still echoed in the house, but the painful groan from the security door already indicated that I had already run quite far. Like a long, straight snake , led by Brother Dajun , all the other kids were there, and the rest was up to Brother Dajun, the king of the kids . Yes , this "Big Army" is the same "Big Army Brother" mentioned at the beginning of this article. At this moment, he probably doesn't know that years later, his huge penis will spray semen countless times into my beautiful mother's vagina, anus, and any part of her body. I, the smallest of the group, was standing at the very end of a line of children. Completely opposite to how we line up at school! But I've long since come to terms with it. Big Army Brother's father sells fruit, and fruit sellers always put the bigger fruits at the front. Small apples and pears like me are relegated to the back. "Let's play hide-and-seek tonight. I don't need to explain the rules, right? Everyone, let's play rock-paper-scissors!" Brother Dajun 's word was law; everyone obeyed. Brother Dajun held a very high position in the hearts of every one of us, so his captaincy had remained unchallenged for many years.

The game of hide-and-seek lasted all night, until everyone got a little bored, and several children from stricter families had already dropped out. In the end, only the four of us remained.
However
, everyone had lost interest in hide-and-seek. "What should we do?"
The four of us leaned against the wall at the end of the residential area. Brother Dajun casually lit a cigarette and smoked it with relish. The three of us, half-grown boys, watched him puff away with admiration. Although we all hated the smell of smoke, we all wanted to have that cool look. "How about we go on a rooftop adventure?" After a cigarette, Brother Dajun came up with an idea, and it was instantly approved. Who wouldn't want to embark on an adventure that challenges the limits of human endurance before going home to sleep? For a moment, all four of them felt a surge of excitement. However, this so-called rooftop adventure now seemed incredibly idiotic; it was nothing more than climbing onto the roofs of the two rows of storage rooms in front of the apartment building and then conducting some so-called exploration. It's obvious what could be on the roofs of storage rooms—just garbage, nothing but garbage. At most, we might find one or two stray cat corpses, enough for us to play a Conan game for half a day. However, this time, we really did find a treasure... With Brother Dajun leading the way, we became much bolder, and the group slowly made its way to the so-called forbidden area, which was the end of the storage room, the hidden public toilet. Speaking of the architectural layout of the neighborhood we lived in back then, the contractor in charge of the construction could definitely be hung up and have his penis spun for half an hour. If you looked down from the air, it looked like a three-layer hamburger. The first layer was our dormitory building, with a three-meter-wide passageway on the other side, and two large rows of storage rooms. Further south was the neighborhood wall. But what was frustrating was that there was a narrow path between the wall and the storage rooms, leading to that godforsaken public toilet. Today, we have actually arrived here. However , Brother Dajun , who was walking at the front, was the first to stop. As the captain stopped, we team members naturally stopped as well. Little Baldy was about to speak timidly when Brother Dajun gestured for him to be quiet. "Listen carefully, there's a strange sound , " Brother Dajun whispered to us, his face grim. The three of us, barely out of our teens , broke out in a cold sweat. Everyone felt a urge to back out, but out of pride, none of us showed it. “Let’s go take a look.” Brother Dajun, with his vast experience, was naturally different from us. With him leading the way, the three of us regained some courage. We followed closely behind Brother Dajun, each harboring our own secrets, ready to run at the slightest danger. The further we went, the clearer the strange sounds Brother Dajun had described became. First , a series of crisp impacts entered our ears, interspersed with sounds like slapping. Listening closely, we could also hear a woman's low moans and a man's heavy breathing. The hearts of the three boys leaped into their throats . Being inexperienced, they naturally didn't understand the meaning of that sound. Their hands clenched so tightly they turned white, but none of them dared to voice their fear. However , being more experienced, Brother Dajun seemed incredibly excited, unintentionally moving forward a bit more. Just as he was about to reach the edge of the storage room, Brother Dajun crawled down. Ahead lay the alley between the storage room and the public toilet. The sound was coming from the end of the alley. Brother Dajun seemed to have seen something interesting, and the boys' courage grew. The three of them then imitated him, crawling down and peeking out with only their eyes visible at the end of the alley . Because the factory was right behind the wall, the streetlights inside generously cast a beam of orange light into the alley. When I finally found a suitable spot to crawl down, the first glimpse of what I saw almost made my eyes pop out of their sockets. At the end of the alley, a nearly naked couple was engaged in what looked like a wrestling match. The woman, her hands gripping the wall, wearing only stockings and high heels, had her legs slightly apart. Her breasts bounced like propellers with each relentless thrust from behind. The man behind her, while thrusting his hips and contracting his abdomen in a piston-like motion, also reached forward, pinching and kneading her breasts, while his other hand occasionally slapped her plump buttocks. 3 ~7 `6 p$ y9 t8 _/ f6 v4 eb/ m1 n% h`# e0 o9 o4 l

What truly surprised me was that the woman was none other than my mother. Although my friends hadn't yet recognized that the face hidden by her loose black hair was my beautiful mother, the moans she was making and the dress at her feet immediately identified her. Could it be that Mom was having sex ?! A thought flashed through my mind, connecting the scene before me to the word "sex" that the bad boys at school often talked about. But I'd heard that sex only happened between husband and wife, and my father was far away in America. Who was that man?! It was
Uncle Sun from the third floor! How could he be involved with my mother, and they were even having sex...? For a moment, my little brain couldn't process what was happening before my eyes. Never mind , I'll ask Brother Dajun later . Setting aside my doubts for the moment, I took two deep breaths and rewatched the stimulating erotic scene. Spying on others having sex with a group of friends on the rooftop—especially on my neighbor's uncle ravaging his own mother—filled my young heart with a mixture of shyness and excitement. Uncle Sun calmly fucked my mother, his hands roaming over her buttocks, reveling in the smooth feel of her flesh. At the same time, I heard Brother Dajun swallow hard beside me. Could it be that Brother Dajun also wanted to touch my mother's buttocks like that? Then , my mother began to protest in a low voice: "Hurry up and fuck me, it's not good if someone sees us." It turned out this slut still had some sense of shame . “ Then let’s fuck you together.” Uncle Sun said with a shameless smile, but he increased the speed of his thrusts. Before Mom could refute, she was suddenly attacked by Uncle Sun and moaned, as if she was enjoying the feeling. “ It’s fucking good, your cunt is so fucking tight and wet, who wouldn’t want to fuck you a little longer? Don’t worry, I’ve stored up enough semen these past few days, enough to make you feel good.” Uncle Sun said somewhat rudely, while increasing the intensity of his fucking on Mom. The two bodies collided and made a slapping sound, crisp and pleasant. We, who were still peeping from the roof of the storage room , dared not breathe, yet we could still feel his penis getting hot, and it seemed to be gradually swelling. Our lips were dry, and our youthful hormones were starting to surge wildly. As if in sync with us, Uncle Sun suddenly jerked his hips, causing a break in their connection. Mom, still immersed in pleasure, abruptly opened her beautiful eyes and looked back, only to see Uncle Sun squatting down, his face pressed against her crotch, and kissing her passionately. " Ugh, so itchy, so comfortable... " Uncle Sun's long tongue licked and sucked back and forth on Mom's vulva and anus, making sounds like a cat drinking milk. Mom's face flushed, and her breathing became heavier. Inadvertently, her jade-like hand had already climbed up to her breasts and started to knead them involuntarily. Oh , those are Mom's breasts, the things I used to suckle every day when I was little . Mom is so selfish, only caring about touching herself. And that little cherry-like nipple, I want to suck it again. At this moment, the youngest little bald boy whispered, "What's that auntie's butt? That uncle is licking it so hard, is it candy? Is it sweet ? " Before he could finish speaking, Brother Dajun flicked his bald head: "Shut up, focus on watching." I turned to look, and Brother Dajun was even more excited than I was. His face was flushed red, and his bloodshot eyes seemed to want to fly out and burrow into my mother's vagina to find out what was going on. "I can't stand you, you slut, you're so wet." Uncle Sun stood up again, wiped his mouth, held his big penis with one hand, and held my mother's waist with the other, and thrust in hard. This time, I finally got a clear look at Uncle Sun's penis. It was over ten centimeters long, many times longer than my little penis. And it was curved, with a huge glans that was bent upwards. Where was he going to put that thing? And why was Mom saying it felt good?

Before I, this little thinker, could even figure out my question, the frequency of the two lovers' thrusting below had noticeably increased. Uncle Sun, like Popeye after eating spinach, was pushing forward at full speed, his skin flushed red from the blood rushing to his sides. Beads of sweat dripped onto my mother's back; each thrust was much more forceful than the last. Mom wasn't idle either; her big white buttocks shook even more vigorously, and her moans became a continuous chorus. She no longer cared whether anyone was around, and began to moan unrestrainedly. Uncle Sun's speed increased, and
the force of his thrusts into Mom's body grew stronger. Mom seemed to understand something and said urgently, "No, this time I can't ejaculate inside, I have to ejaculate outside..." Uncle Sun didn't reply , but instead let out a low growl like a wild beast, suddenly thrusting forward and groaning, "Sorry, it's just too good, I couldn't help it... " Before the words were finished, the two of them seemed to have lost all their strength and slowly slid down. We had to crane our necks further to see their bodies clearly. My mother was kneeling on the ground, leaning weakly against the wall, her buttocks trembling towards us. Uncle Sun seemed to be in slightly better shape; he could still stand up and was helping my mother's head towards his penis. " Lick it for me, and we'll do it again. I'll be careful this time." My mother glared fiercely at Uncle Sun, but still opened her cherry-like mouth and took his now shrunken penis into her mouth, licking it all around. "I'm not coming anymore, today is my fertile period. What do you want to do!" Mom spat out Uncle Sun's penis, a transparent thread still connecting her lips and the penis. It seemed her strength had recovered somewhat, and she could stand up. Uncle Sun seemed to want to continue having sex with Mom, but she refused. However, Mom didn't immediately put on her clothes, but instead, facing Uncle Sun , she spread her legs, and her right index and middle fingers began to rub rapidly between her legs. Uncle Sun watched Mom excitedly; this seemed to be the grand finale for the two of them. Mom rubbed her clitoris rapidly, and a large amount of fluid began to gush from her vulva, along with a thick, milky-white liquid… Mom seemed to have created a waterfall between her legs, and a large amount of fluid began to spurt out from between her legs. We were all dumbfounded, not knowing what Mom was doing, but judging from her expression, she didn't seem to be in pain, and even seemed to be enjoying it. Finally , the fluid between Mom's legs had almost spurted out, but I still couldn't see what her crotch looked like. Uncle Sun 's suggestion was again rejected by Mom, so he reluctantly got dressed. He then ingratiatingly helped Mom put on her dress and demanded that she spread her legs so he could lick her vulva. Only then did they slowly walk out of the alley, arm in arm. We were terrified and quickly shrank back, not daring to look at them. Only after they passed below us did we peek out, only to see Uncle Sun's hand still under Mom's skirt, intentionally or unintentionally folding the hem inwards, exposing half of her buttocks. Mom, however, was oblivious and continued swaying her hips towards our building. That exposed, snow-white buttocks swayed in everyone's sight … " I never would have guessed that Auntie has been so slutty for so many years." After listening to this, Jialong's crotch was already pitched with a high tent. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to wish he could ignore my presence and give my mother a good fucking to relieve the burning lust in his heart.

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