I fucked my mom on the train

My name is A-Guang, and I'm twenty 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 nipples peeked out from under her thin shirt.

The old man again reached into my mother's shirt with his left hand, playing with her nipples, while his right hand gradually slipped inside her stockings, slowly 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. My

mother was both shocked and ashamed, but dared not cry out. She could only remain in this position, allowing the old man to ravage her at will, unable to resist yet forced to suppress her lust. My mother's face flushed red with suppressed desire.

I stared wide-eyed at my mother's most secret place. 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 lustful fluid seeping from the cleft wetting his fingers.

The old man pressed his entire palm against my mother's vulva, rubbing it a few times, then wiping it, still wet with lustful fluid, 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 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 also ogling the delicious flesh 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 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, moist 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 myself 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 penis. I felt it gradually swell and harden…

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

My penis inside her underwear pressed against my mother’s elastic vulva, which had just been played with. “Ah… Mom, this soft hole, if only I could touch it… But what if Mom screams… I wouldn’t… No, when Mom was being harassed earlier…”

“As long as I’m careful…” My desire was already burning high, like fire. With lust rising, I didn’t care about anything else and began to gradually press my legs against the inside of my mother’s 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 mons pubis. Her twisting, evasive body put even more pressure on my right leg, and the intense heat of her mons pubis, the coldness of my right knee exposed under my athletic shorts combined with the heat of my mother's thigh and 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 her pantyhose and reaching her genitals through the hole. Without a second thought, my fingers darted further towards 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 renewed attack, my mother let out a muffled groan: "Mmm..."

She shifted uncomfortably, gently pulling my hand away, but I wasn't about to give up. I pressed on, pressing myself tightly against her from the front, while my left hand gripped her slender waist, immobilizing her. Then, my right hand launched another attack.

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