On the road, in the car

"Beep! Beep!" Hearing the horn, I quickly finished my breakfast and ran out to see Dad jump out of the driver's seat. Today was Sunday, and the whole family was out helping Grandma move in the countryside. My uncle had just moved to a bigger house and decided to bring her to live with him in the city. Grandma lived alone in her ancestral home in the countryside, and renting a large truck would be wasteful since she didn't have much stuff. Besides, the small roads outside the village were difficult to navigate, so Dad only borrowed a small truck. But this small truck was terrible. The engine was incredibly loud, the cab had two rows of four seats, the seats were peeling and faded, the rearview mirror was missing, but the windows were still intact, and there were several old ropes lying in the dirty back.

"Look at the truck you found! It's old and dilapidated, and there's so much dirt in it. How am I supposed to load my mother's things?" Mom complained to Dad as she started cleaning.

I used to help my mom clean the back of the truck, while my dad moved things into the cab: firecrackers, incense, wine, meat, cigarettes, old sheets, tattered blankets, and unused towels. He made several trips back and forth. My grandma had specifically asked her to prepare these things. According to our local custom, moving requires setting off firecrackers, killing a chicken to worship our ancestors, holding a feast for the clan elders, and distributing cigarettes to the villagers who helped. The sheets and blankets were for wrapping furniture and porcelain. Originally, we planned to put these in the back of the truck, but my mom thought they were dirty and piled them all into the cab. After

everything was cleaned and tidied up, and we were ready to leave, my dad opened the back door and pointed to the only empty seat behind the driver, saying to me, "Qiangzi, with all the stuff piled up inside, we can make room for this seat. Why don't you let Mom sit on your lap? You're such a big boy, I'm sure she won't crush you."

"That's hard to say, Mom's not light! With my small frame, I don't know how long I can hold on!" I teased my mom.

"You stinky Qiang! How dare you say I'm overweight? Don't you think my figure is up to standard? I'll teach you a lesson!" She protested, slapping me and then turning around in a show of defiance. Then she realized she was dirty and insisted on going back inside to change, not forgetting to glare at me as she did so.

My mother's figure is truly remarkable. Among women in their thirties, few can maintain such a curvaceous figure; it's practically a devilish figure. At first glance, my mother seems a little chubby. She's only 150cm tall, but she has large breasts and a big butt, both petite and incredibly sexy. Actually, she's not fat at all. Her waist is so slender you could wrap your hand around it, and her measurements are a perfect 33-21-33. Her breasts are almost a C-cup, and her buttocks are round, full, and incredibly perky. It's just that her breasts and buttocks are so large that she looks chubby, but it's extremely alluring.

My mother's face isn't particularly striking, so she pays special attention to maintaining her figure. Her S-shaped curves are always her proudest asset, and she's always very particular about her attire when going out. She always flaunts her sexy and revealing outfits, and today was no exception. I almost had a nosebleed when she came out. She changed into a black, tight-fitting, low-cut t-shirt, revealing a deep cleavage, and a brown floral mini-skirt that barely covered her round buttocks, without worrying about showing too much. Perhaps because of the hot weather and the fact that she had to work, she wasn't wearing her favorite black stockings, just a pair of half-heeled crystal sandals.

It was very hot today, and I was also dressed in light clothes: a black t-shirt and wide-legged beach shorts, both made of thin, silky athletic fabric, a pair of baggy boxer briefs, and flip-flops. Last night's Japanese AV had left me feeling quite aroused, and when I suddenly saw my mother dressed like this, I immediately got an erection. I was so scared that I hurriedly jumped into the car and sat down, obediently keeping my legs tightly closed. She then squeezed in, playfully pinched my nose, turned around, and plopped down on my lap, even using her slender, white fingers to support my knees.

Dad started the car and turned onto the highway. I breathed a sigh of relief, relieved that she hadn't noticed the changes in my body. Little did I know that this erotic journey had only just begun. Mom was especially happy today, squirming and twisting on my lap, occasionally lifting her buttocks to whisper and laugh with Dad close to her face. I was under her, sweating nervously, my hands at my sides, legs pressed together, not daring to move, feeling that "weapon" still growing bigger. There was nothing I could do about it. Imagine a stunningly beautiful mature woman, scantily clad, sitting on your lap, your nose filled with her alluring scent, looking up at her long, white neck, her legs below the knees pressed together. Add to that her tempting red lips and breathtaking breasts, her full, elastic buttocks swaying against your thighs, occasionally sticking up to reveal her panties—black, semi-transparent with lace trim, you could almost count the folds of the lace up close. Don't even mention Mom sitting on my lap, even Grandma wouldn't do it. I'm not some saint, who could resist this eye-watering temptation?

I kept telling myself it was immoral, but my penis shamefully remained erect, taut as if it might jump out at any moment. I could only clench my legs tightly, not daring to relax for a second. I endured it without moving, only relaxing my numb legs when Mom stood on tiptoe to talk to Dad. My "weapon" would then take the opportunity to pop out and pitch a tent, scaring me so much I quickly pressed it back down and clenched it tightly. She still didn't notice, still chatting and laughing with Dad, continuing to unconsciously stimulate me. I really couldn't hold on any longer! Damn it!!

Soon, something happened. Dad whispered a joke in my ear, and Mom laughed so hard she fell back down. At that moment, my numb legs relaxed, and my "weapon" sprang out like a venomous snake, landing right under her buttocks. Oh no! Mom clearly felt it, and even strangely reached out to touch it. Suddenly realizing it was my penis, she quickly pulled her hand back, her laughter abruptly stopping, and she was about to jump up in embarrassment. The sudden silence made the atmosphere very strange. Dad looked back curiously, and his eyes met Mom's. She hesitated for a moment, then remained seated. The silence in the car continued; neither of us spoke. Suddenly, Mom subtly shifted her buttocks, moving the "weapon" between her legs. Moving away now would make everyone more awkward, but she didn't want to continue being pressed against by the "weapon." This compromise relieved me; I had almost been killed by the "weapon" earlier.

If Mom and I had continued like this, although awkward, we could have managed to get to Grandma's house. But Dad insisted on taking a shortcut, turning onto an old, remote road. The road was narrow and bumpy, and the car began to jolt violently. Mom was bounced up and down on her lap, gripping the seat back tightly, but it was no use. If you only looked at the movements, it really looked like we were having sex. Realizing this, my penis suddenly grew even larger, slipping out of her panties and pressing against her genitals. Now, between our crotches and buttocks, only two thin layers of fabric remained: a thin sports fabric and a semi-transparent lace.

The car bounced more and more violently, her vulva pressing tightly against my penis. The warm, full sensation made me almost ejaculate—it was so stimulating! My mother, however, was extremely embarrassed. "That thing" was pressing against her most private area, growing harder and hotter, feeling even larger than my husband's. A strange feeling welled up inside her, a mixture of shame and indignation mixed with a hint of unease. She dared not continue sitting on my lap, so she got up and pretended to talk to my father. But the space was too cramped for anyone to stand; she couldn't even straighten her legs, only able to break free by half-bending her knees into a horse stance and half-bending her waist. Behind her, her buttocks were suspended in the air, slightly raised, but not too high, otherwise I would see under her skirt. Her hands supported most of her weight on the back of the seat in front of her.

This position was exhausting for Mom; she couldn't hold on for more than a few minutes. Sweat quickly covered her pretty face, her breathing became rapid, her legs trembled, and she collapsed back into my lap. Already burning with desire, this sudden closeness instantly aroused me to the extreme, giving me the urge to hold her and ravage her. However, I remained rational; seeing her flustered state, I suddenly felt uncomfortable and sat there, not daring to move.

The car continued to bump along, Mom slumped in my arms, my penis still between her legs, rubbing back and forth in her buttocks, the glans pressing against a soft, protruding mound. I was also in immense pain; my penis was throbbing, harder than steel, my blood rushing to my head, and I instinctively held her tightly. Mom's eyes were red with anxiety, and she kept trying to struggle quietly, but I held her too tightly, my arms around her waist like welded together. She couldn't budge it with her hands, and in her frustration, she twisted and pinched her arms wildly. Just then, the car jolted violently, and the glans of his penis, still attached to the shorts, slipped inside the lace, pressing against the soft, warm flesh.

"Ah!" Mom exclaimed.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Dad, focused on driving, asked with his back to us.

"N-nothing...it was just a sudden jolt, and I bumped into something," she stammered, trying to cover it up.

The car had already left the city, flanked by dense banana groves and rice paddies. There wasn't a single car in sight, and the road conditions had worsened. Just as she was about to yell for the car to stop, a stray dog suddenly darted out from the roadside, startling Dad so much that he slammed on the brakes. The screeching sound of brakes threw him and his body off the seat. Although their buttocks left the seat, their genitals remained pressed together, and they were thrown back down with a thud, the head of his penis suddenly forced into her vagina. The car stopped, and Mom struggled to open the car door, but I pulled her back, covering her mouth to stifle her scream, only letting out muffled groans.

Dad, still shaken from watching the stray dog dart past, was quite angry. He started the car, cursing, but the road was slippery and narrow, forcing him to drive cautiously. Thinking Mom had been hit again, and this time quite hard, he didn't dare look back and started yelling at me.

"Qiang! You bastard! What kind of son are you? Look what you've done to your mother! Protect her properly and don't let her touch her again!"

"Okay! I promise I won't!" I quickly replied.

I was relieved to have escaped a disaster. Luckily, Dad didn't turn around, luckily the engine was loud enough, luckily I covered up that scream, otherwise I would have really been knocked out. Mom was still struggling to escape. I put my right arm around her waist, raised my leg and pressed down hard on her kicking feet, holding her firmly in my arms. Through the thin fabric, my penis had only just entered her vaginal opening. The feeling was very unpleasant, like taking a bath while wearing clothes. Then I had an idea. I kept my left hand over her mouth, and used my upper arm to lock her neck. She immediately suffocated and became powerless to struggle. She went limp in a few seconds. I continued to hold her down with my left arm and legs, and took the opportunity to release my hand on her waist, lifted her buttocks, pulled out my penis, and hugged her tightly.

Now, I was truly "intimate" with my mother. I thrust my penis into her "garden," and she desperately twisted her hips to dodge, only to become slightly wet. My right hand firmly held her flailing waist, I adjusted my hips to aim at her vulva, and pressed down hard, "plop," it was inside her all the way. Tears instantly welled in her eyes. Being raped so close to her husband, by their own son—how could she live with this?!

Regardless of what my mother thought, I was already lost in the wonderful stimulation, greedily licking and kissing the woman in my arms, leaving wanton marks on her fair neck, back, and shoulders. My hands encircled her waist, kneading her buttocks forcefully, my penis thrusting wildly inside, my movements unrestrained and wild, attacking from all sides. My mother quickly succumbed to the stimulation; her stiff body trembled slightly, her limbs almost stopped resisting, and her struggles weakened. Her mind and body softened, and I became even more excited, changing my approach to gentle stimulation.

My right hand started by caressing her thigh, slowly moving towards her vulva. When I gently touched her clitoris, my mother's whole body trembled violently, then went completely limp. Seeing her intense reaction, I knew the pursuit was finally over, and I had achieved a complete victory, capturing my mother's body. Now it was time to enjoy my spoils. I pressed my fingers down further, pinching and kneading that protrusion, while simultaneously thrusting my penis in and out. Her reaction intensified. She quickly became soaked, her vagina gushing with even more lustful fluid, slickly covering her vulva and soaking both of our underwear, making thrusting much easier.

Suddenly, my mother patted my left hand, the one still covering her mouth, and pointed to my father in front of us. I immediately understood what she meant. She was telling me with her gesture that we were in danger; my father was right in front of us, and we mustn't let him find out. I nodded and just as I released my left hand, she grabbed it and bit it hard, then abruptly turned her head to stare at me, her gaze angry and resentful. I hurriedly tried to cover my mouth again, but she waved me off, then glared at me fiercely before turning back to look ahead. I shoved her right arm away, pulled down my skirt to my waist to cover our still-engaged parts, and spread my thick legs that were pressing against her, moving my numb ankles.

My mother tugged at her bra and t-shirt, smoothed her hair, and took a deep breath. She glared at me again, then turned and leaned against the back of the chair in front of her. Her slender waist began to sway, moving from side to side like a snake, causing her buttocks to twist and grind, sending a tingling sensation straight to my heart. I was stunned by this movement, then a surge of joy filled my entire body. My mother was responding to me; she was making love to me willingly. I was so happy I felt like I was dying. I grabbed her writhing, upturned buttocks and fucked her with all my might, fucking the mother who gave me life and raised me. She pursed her lips tightly, struggling to suppress the surging pleasure, perhaps thinking, "How can I feel pleasure! I can feel pleasure being raped by my own son! Am I a dirty, promiscuous woman?"

While agonizingly struggling, Mom responded to my thrusts, gripping the back of the chair tightly with both hands, craning her neck to take deep breaths, trying to calm herself. As I thrust forcefully, I slipped my fingers inside her short skirt, tracing and teasing her pubic bone, kneading her moist labia majora, and occasionally stroking her slightly protruding clitoris. This caused her to writhe weakly, her body swaying wildly, her juices flowing like a tidal wave. Her body gradually tensed and strained, her hips moving more and more violently. Mom was beginning to enjoy the sensation, forgetting all shame, anger, and danger. Her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed, panting heavily, and she was covered in sweat. I continued to rape her forcefully, my penis penetrating deeper into her vagina, reaching her cervix and rotating a few times, making the connection between our genitals even tighter, creating an incredibly intense friction. My throbbing glans ravaged her vagina, thrusting in and out violently with each bump. Her large breasts rippled with pleasure; she had never experienced such stimulation before. She went limp, lost in the ecstasy, a strange anticipation rising amidst her shame.

I rode my mother's body with all my might, my hands kneading her throbbing breasts. The truck accelerated, decelerated, and braked frequently, allowing me to freely play with her vagina with each bump. She became increasingly aroused, her hips writhing more powerfully. Worried about making too much noise and alerting my father, I quickly reduced the intensity, continuing my rape at a slower pace. But the slower pace only made my thrusts more forceful, forcing her to bite her lip just to bear it. Her buttocks trembled with each impact, her large breasts bouncing up and down. I ravaged my mother, her beautiful body writhing in my arms. I kneaded my father's wife's breasts—this shameless, ethically devoid display of defiance gave me a drug-like thrill!

We were almost at Grandma's house. The country road was even more difficult to travel, but it made it easier to thrust into Mom. Under the cover of the bumps, I increased my movements, one hand around her waist to keep her still, the other kneading her full breasts. I thrust my hips forward, penetrating as deeply as possible. I could clearly feel her vagina contracting, the force so strong it felt like it could snap my penis in two. My chest pressed tightly against her back, savoring this unparalleled pleasure.

My movements became faster and faster. Mom was like a small boat in a storm, swaying helplessly in my arms, her breasts billowing as if she were about to break free of her clothes. Her face was flushed, her eyes tightly closed, her breathing rapid and erratic. Knowing this was the prelude to orgasm, she thrust even harder, each stroke like a sharp sword being drawn. I held my breath, pumping dozens of times like a piston, my back tightening, my head spinning. Suddenly, the floodgates of my penis opened, and hot semen poured into her body. Mom also climaxed at the same time. Her body suddenly tensed up, letting out a low moan. Her fair legs stretched out forcefully, her delicate toes curling and stiffening incessantly, her slender fingers gripping the back of the chair with bulging veins. Her vaginal contractions became more intense, her cervix sucking hard at the glans, a gush of vaginal fluid spraying onto it. Her muscles spasmed and trembled involuntarily, and a thin layer of sweat instantly covered her alluring back.

I held Mom's sweat-soaked body, kissing and licking her long neck, earlobes, and rounded shoulders. She lay limply in my arms, her unfocused eyes still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm. My penis was still inserted in her vagina, some white fluid flowing from the point of contact, dripping down her smooth thighs. Dad was still focused on driving ahead, unaware of the incestuous scene unfolding behind him. We finally arrived at Grandma's house. Before the car had even stopped, Mom jumped out and ran quickly to the toilet. Everyone assumed she needed to pee, but only I knew she didn't… At Grandma's, Mom always avoided me. Every time our eyes met, she would frantically look away, or turn away to make small talk, or grab something and run off. For the entire day, she didn't look at me directly, nor did she give me a chance to get close to her alone. We worked in silence the whole time. Grandma found this coldness between mother and son strange and caught her, giving her a lecture and interrogation.

After a long, dusty day of work, with a quick and simple lunch, we finally finished packing the truck full of belongings. We realized it was getting late, and it looked like it was about to rain. Ignoring Grandma's pleas to stay, Dad decided to head back immediately. We'd put the stuff in our garage and deliver it to Uncle's new house the next day. Mom wanted to sit in the passenger seat, but Grandma had crammed the truck with all sorts of odds and ends, almost reaching the roof. She was getting impatient and insisted on moving everything to the back. Dad had already started the engine and was urging us to get in. Grandma was also complaining; if she insisted any longer, it would arouse suspicion. So, she reluctantly got into the back, sitting far away from me, close to the door.

By the time the truck turned onto the small road outside the village, it was already quite dark. Dad was exhausted from the day's work; even shifting gears seemed weak. Mom huddled in her seat, head down, lost in thought. Looking at her so close, I secretly rejoiced, thinking, "You can't escape now!" Suddenly, thunder roared outside, and a torrential downpour began. The sky darkened instantly, and the road ahead quickly became invisible. Dad quickly turned on the headlights.

"The road ahead will be difficult. I need to concentrate on driving and don't disturb me!" Dad said, his back to us, without turning around.

"Okay!" I answered excitedly, while Mom, head down, didn't respond.

Dad casually turned off the headlights, leaving only the fluorescent light on the dashboard in the driver's seat. Outside, it was pitch black, and the headlights only illuminated a few meters. Every now and then, a flash of lightning would streak across the night, darting through the torrential rain, followed by deafening thunder rolling overhead. The trees and the road in the distance would appear and disappear in the flashes of lightning, looking eerily pale. Amidst the successive flashes of lightning, Mom began to move closer, slowly pressing her arm against mine. Touching her cold skin, I felt her trembling body, filled with fear.

A massive bolt of lightning suddenly struck, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. My mother screamed and leaped onto me, clutching my arm tightly and burying her face in my chest, trembling like an autumn leaf. In the flash of lightning, I could see the terror on her pale face; she was truly frightened by this awful weather. She held me tightly, and it seemed the heavens had once again come to her rescue. I inhaled her alluring scent, a mixture of sweat and warmth, and gently stroked her trembling back, kissing her smooth forehead and beautiful hair, warming her cold body with my own body heat. My mother gradually regained her senses, realizing she was nestled in my arms. Her face instantly flushed, and she wanted to struggle away, yet couldn't bear to leave my warm embrace. My hands then climbed up to her full breasts; she hesitated, then, realizing what she was doing, her face turned bright red with embarrassment, and she pinched my arm a few times.

Suddenly, Dad said, "Honey, I want to listen to Wang Jie's songs, but I can't free my hands. Can you come and put them down for me?"

"Okay...okay...right away!" Mom agreed, swatting away my mischievous hand and taking the opportunity to jump out of my arms. She bent over and stuck her butt out between the car seats, groping in the fluorescent light to open the cassette case and search for something. Of course, I couldn't miss such a good opportunity. I lifted her skirt and touched her, and almost had a nosebleed. Her firm, bouncy buttocks were completely bare, with nothing underneath. I remembered that she always wore a cloth, tightly wrapped from the waist down, saying it was to avoid getting her clothes dirty. Now I realized it was to avoid showing too much skin! She probably took it off when she went to the bathroom, because it was covered in semen, but it had a very strong "love" smell. A memorable first possession, I wonder where it's hidden now.

But now it's even better. My mother's beautiful, plump, round vulva, covered with soft, long pubic hair and exuding an alluring fragrance, is once again before me. Thinking of her long, beautiful legs and her snow-white, round, and soft buttocks, swaying in the darkness before me, my penis immediately hardens like iron. I can almost see those plump, tender buttocks, that mysterious and alluring clitoris, laid out before me like a sweet pastry. This image makes me instantly collapse, lost in the sea of lust once more. Even knowing that my father is right next to me, I can't help but arch my head, move closer to her upturned buttocks, and lick and search for that tightly clenched, full vulva.

My mother was searching for a cassette tape when she suddenly felt warm air on her vulva, followed by a hot, slippery sensation penetrating inside. The tingling, electric sensation made her weak all over, and she immediately remembered that she wasn't wearing underwear… "Ah…!" My mother panicked and tried to shrink back into her seat.

"Honey, are you alright? Still haven't found the cassette tape?" Dad asked her.

"No... I'm fine! I just... I just got... poked by the back of the seat, I'll look again!"

Mom answered, suppressing her pleasure, continuing to search amidst shame, her legs kicking fiercely behind her, which I held apart, trapping between her ribs, and continued to bury my face between her buttocks. I extended my tongue, gently scraping and licking, stirring her two plump petals and her engorged, hardened clitoris, my mouth gently biting or sucking, like a greedy child enjoying himself immensely. The rolling thunder mixed with the sound of rain, stirring the roar of the engine, sounded deafening, drowning out the "debauchery" in the car.

Mom's face was flushed with ecstasy, her teeth clenched, being violated again in front of her husband and son, yet this shameless incestuous act, instead of resolutely resisting, she felt a faint sense of anticipation. This feeling filled her with both shame and excitement, her mind a jumbled mess, her vulva completely soaked, her buttocks swaying unconsciously in response, releasing even more vaginal fluid. She devoured every last drop of this wanton liquid, like a dying traveler finding an oasis in the desert. I savored the sweeter-than-honey fluid, smearing it all over my face like pig feed.

Sensing my mother's hesitant attitude, I was encouraged to lick even harder, my lower body throbbing with a painful, engorged feeling. I quietly pulled down my shorts, my hard, throbbing penis springing out like a spring. While licking her genitals, I used the fluid to stroke my penis, my desire only intensifying, becoming increasingly unbearable. Suddenly, the thought of "footjob" flashed into my mind. I loosened my limp legs, kicked off my crystal sandals, and scooped up her feet from her calves. Her cool, slightly trembling soles felt wonderful to hold. I used her soft soles to hold my penis, continuing to stroke it along her legs. Her delicate toes occasionally brushed against me, sending a surge of strange pleasure through me—it felt amazing!

"Wife, we've been looking for so long and haven't found it. Stop looking," Dad said.

"Let's look a little longer! It'll be done soon..." Mom was already breathing heavily.

"You've been bent over for so long, you're practically gasping for breath! Can't I stop listening to music?!" Dad said.

"Oh...okay!" she mumbled.

"Ah Jie, help Mom back to her seat!" Dad called to me.

"Oh...okay!" I replied, feigning calmness.

Mom's breathing was indeed a little rapid, but it wasn't from looking for the cassette tape; that was thanks to my mouth! Feeling her straighten up, I reluctantly released her delicate feet, supporting her waist with both hands and slowly pulling her back, thinking about how to release my pent-up desire. As Mom reached her highest point and sat down, a sudden idea struck me, and I forcefully pulled her into my arms. She lost her balance and was pressed onto my lap. "Thump!" My penis plunged into her wet, moist vulva.

"Ah..." Mom cried out.

"What's wrong?" Dad asked without turning his head.

"N-nothing...it's too...too dark, my toe...touch..." she struggled to answer.

Holding Mom's slender waist firmly, with only a small part of my penis outside, the rest tightly enveloped by her tender vaginal flesh, I held my breath, afraid to make any further movement, lest I disturb Dad in the front seat. She struggled and twisted in my arms, but I held her tightly, preventing her from doing so. My penis, however, plunged all the way in as she struggled, enjoying the pleasure of reaching her core while holding her even tighter, not giving her a chance to escape. This time I took a risk. I didn't cover my mother's mouth to see her reaction. Sure enough, she only struggled and gasped for breath without making any other sound, and her movements became weaker and weaker. Haha! As expected, my wish had come true. She wouldn't refuse the incestuous act anymore, and she wouldn't let my father find out about this "family shame." Now, she seemed resigned to her fate and stopped struggling, sitting softly on my lap, panting. In the darkness, she seemed to glance back, and I could feel the helplessness and resentment in her eyes, as if blaming me for my reckless violation, blaming me for my foolish mistake.

I cared about nothing else; all I wanted was to ravage the woman in my arms, to knead and savor her, and then swallow her whole. My hands climbed up her smooth, full breasts, their large, delicate peaks captivating. I gently caressed her firm breasts while rubbing and trembling them inside her warm, wet vagina. I felt the tender flesh inside begin to tighten and relax, tighten and relax again. The body in my arms, which had been cold and stiff, slowly became hot and soft. My mother finally responded; the pleasure within her excited her, and she began to enjoy the thrill of incest between mother and son in this tense and exciting environment.

The car moved slowly and bumpily forward, my mother and I thrusting in and out in a piston-like motion. Each time, my penis reached the very end of her vagina, where a fleshy ring would grip the glans. Ah! The tingling sensation made every cell spasm; it was so beautiful! I held her delicate body tightly in my arms, my large penis deeply inserted into her uterus. She silently endured the impact, but the constantly contracting vagina and convulsing body proved that the rising desire would not be easily extinguished.

The rain intensified. For our safety, Dad drove with utmost concentration, barely daring to utter a word. Behind him, however, unfolded a shameless and lewd betrayal. Mom silently endured, her warm, tender vagina tightly gripping my penis. Pain and pleasure intertwined, pounding against her. After a very bumpy uphill stretch, we both finally reached orgasm. With the swaying, I suddenly increased the speed of my thrusts. She felt the speed of my penetration change abruptly, the high-speed friction generating a surge of heat, then exploding like lava with a "boom," her whole body convulsing.

"Ah! Ah!" Mom cried out ecstatically.

"Wife, just bear with it, this road is tough, but it'll be fine soon," Dad comforted her, assuming she was uncomfortable from the bumpy ride.

"Ah...ah...ah...um..."

Dad took her moans of orgasm as an answer and continued driving intently, unaware that his wife had already been brought to orgasm by his son—a truly ironic situation! The little truck suddenly stalled with a "clunk," and wouldn't start again. Dad turned the key and reached for the headlights, only to find the interior lights weren't working either. His action terrified me; if the lights came on, everything would be over. Mom was flushed and limp, clutching my breasts in my arms, and to make matters worse, we were still connected down there.

Thankfully, Dad ignored us, grabbed a flashlight, opened the door, and jumped out. I quickly moved Mom, who was like a lump of dough, aside, pulled down her skirt to cover her bare bottom—her orgasm had left her half-conscious. Just as I pulled up my shorts, Dad started shouting outside the car. The sound of him banging on the window startled me. Apparently, the car had broken down, and they needed to find someone nearby for help. He asked me to look for raincoats and rain boots in the car. I rolled down the window and handed him the things. He casually shone the flashlight inside and saw Mom slumped to one side, assuming she was asleep.

Dad knew she was easily frightened, so he told me to stay in the car with her and be patient, saying he would find help and come back as soon as possible. I pretended to be a little scared and agreed, but inside I was overjoyed. There was no one around, and he wouldn't be back until dawn. I couldn't help but shout "Yes!" excitedly.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, only the two of us were left in the car. Mom lay weakly beside me, just waking from the dizziness of her orgasm. In the dead of night, surrounded by a thick rain, I locked the car door with a wicked grin, shutting everything out and completely dominating this small "world." I picked up my still dazed mom, bent her legs and pressed them against the seat, and before she could understand what was happening, my penis, accompanied by a scream, plunged in.

Now, I could openly play with Mom. I gripped her sexy legs and began to thrust hard, relentlessly slamming her buttocks with loud "slap" sounds. She cried out loudly as she was being fucked. In the flash of lightning, I could see white foam squeezing out of her swollen vulva. It was a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, making her lower body muddy and filthy... The rain was heavy, the night was long, and the blissful time between my mother and me... was even longer!

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