Cat Hero, by catfeng [Full Text]

(I)

"Get up, the phone's ringing." A soft hand gently stroked my penis, while a pair of hot lips sucked on my earlobe. I opened my eyes.

"Go answer the phone." Mom released my penis and walked to the window, pulling back the curtains with a "whoosh."

I sat up in bed and walked naked to the phone, picking it up.

"Hello!" I said.

"Just getting up?" A silvery voice rang out from the other end.

"You know perfectly well what's up?" I said.

Just then, Mom was carrying my dirty clothes toward the bathroom. I pulled her into my arms.

"Listen carefully, eight o'clock tonight, the usual place. Don't oversleep." The silvery voice mocked me.

"None of your business. What's up this time?" I said, pressing Mom down beneath me and slapping her lips with my penis.

"What's that sound?" The person on the other end seemed very interested in the sound.

"Answer my question first," I said, stopping slapping my mother's lips. She tossed my clothes aside, then grabbed my penis with both hands, taking the glans into her mouth and sucking.

"You'll know when you get here," she said, hanging up the phone.

"Boring," I said, putting the phone down. "A little harder, Mom." "You're so troublesome so early in the morning," my mother said, spitting out my penis. Her hands gently gripped it, stroking it quickly.

"Mom, you're making me feel good. I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else," I said, putting my penis back into her mouth and pressing her head down with both hands, thrusting forcefully.

My mother had no choice but to suck on my penis, her hands tightly gripping my buttocks. Her saliva dripped down my penis onto my testicles, then onto the floor. Seeing this, she immediately released my buttocks, one hand pressing down on the base of my penis, the other playing with my testicles. The saliva slowly disappeared between my testicles and her hand.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating our bodies. My dark pubic hair stood out vividly in the light. The pleasure in my penis gradually intensified; I knew my climax was approaching. I pulled out my penis, lifted my mother up, and pressed her against the table, ripping down her pants with one hand.

"Didn't we agree not to do that in the morning?" My mother's tone held a mixture of reluctance and delight.

"We'll do it tomorrow." Without further ado, I ripped off her panties and thrust my penis into her warm vagina.

"Ah...ah..." My mother cried out loudly with my rapid thrusting.

As I thrust, I played with my mother's clitoris with one hand, while my other hand was already inside her clothes, playing with her nipples.

The oral sex earlier had prepared me, so this time, the alarm bells for climax rang quickly. After a few moments of forceful thrusting, a gush of heat spurted from my penis. Taking advantage of this, I forcefully pushed my penis to my mother's cervix.

"Phew...so good..." I let out a long breath, leaning against my mother's back.

Mom rested on the table for a moment, then turned around and said, "Satisfied now, you little rascal?" "Mmm!" I said, kissing Mom's lips and tasting her tongue.

"If you're satisfied, pull out," Mom said, wriggling her body.

"Hehe," I chuckled lewdly as I pulled out my penis, which was covered in a mixture of my and Mom's fluids.

"Okay, go eat, you still have work to do," Mom said, picking up my dirty clothes from the floor and going into the bathroom.

After eating, I returned to my room and closed the door. I habitually turned on my computer and started my work. I'm a website administrator, and my daily work involves managing a website online or finding new resources to add to my site to increase its traffic.

Among many websites, my site is one of the few that is profitable, thanks to the efforts of my partners who work in a server room more than ten kilometers away.

My work is sometimes busy, sometimes slow. I remember when I first started working, I was full of enthusiasm, determined to achieve something every day. "Those with ambition set long-term goals, those without ambition constantly make resolutions." This saying is absolutely true. I'm someone without ambition. After working for half a year, my passion faded. Now, doing the same work every day feels tedious and boring. Fortunately, I have a certain salary, although not much, but enough for my mother and me to live on.

My mother is an ordinary housewife, she doesn't work. My father died early, and there are no other relatives in the family, so it's just my mother and me relying on each other. Over time, things naturally happen. Now, my mother is both my mother and my wife, taking care of my life.

My daily routine is a bit different from others. I often treat day as night and night as day, but my work doesn't allow it. So, after working in the morning, I take an afternoon nap, then go out at night and come back in the early morning. This habit wasn't formed, but rather due to a sudden event.

"Ah..." I stretched and looked at the time. It was already past 11 a.m. At this moment, my mother came in, carrying my lunch.

"Eat up, eat so you can sleep better," Mom said, placing the food on the table.

"Mom, eat with me," I said, pulling Mom to sit down next to me.

"Okay," Mom said, sitting down beside me and putting a piece of meat in my mouth with her chopsticks.

After dinner, Mom tidied my bed and then lay down with me. I lay in Mom's arms, sucking on her still-rosy nipple.

"There's no milk left, yet you're still sucking so hard," Mom said, her hand groping inside my pants.

"Hehe," I chuckled, then released Mom's nipple. And so, Mom touched my penis, and I touched Mom's nipple, and we both drifted off to sleep.

Because of my habits, Mom gradually developed the habit of sleeping during the day and doing things at night.

Usually, I would sleep until 10 p.m., but not today, because I had a task, so I woke up at 7 a.m.

Mom was no longer in my room.

I got out of bed and got dressed.

"Be careful tonight, things' been going on outside lately," Mom said as she came in.

"I will, Mom, wait for me at home," I said, kissing her lips.

"Aren't you going to eat something?" Mom asked again.

"I'm not hungry yet," I said.

After stepping out of the house, I took a deep breath. The night air was so fresh. The streets were brightly lit. I walked into a dark alley. Looking around to make sure no one was there, I stopped and closed my eyes.

A warm current swirled through my legs, then rose up to my waist, finally gathering at my chin. A ticklish sensation came from my chin, and at the same time, a few whiskers sprouted around my lips, but instead of growing downwards, they grew out to the sides.

I opened my eyes and looked at my hands. My nails had grown much longer, and my palms were much thicker.

"Ah!!" I roared, feeling a surge of power coursing through my limbs. I leaped upwards, soaring straight up for over ten meters. Just as my upward momentum was about to stop, I pushed off a nearby building with my feet, launching myself into the air again.

The night view was exceptionally captivating. I weaved through skyscrapers, leaping from treetops to utility poles. After more than ten minutes, I reached my destination: the top floor of the city's tallest building, the Huayang Building.

"Whoosh..." As soon as I landed, something flew towards me from behind, accompanied by a whooshing sound. From the sound, I could discern its size, speed, and force. I caught it in my hand.

"This is half of your reward for this mission. The other half, of course, will be given to you after your success," the silvery voice on the phone rang out behind me again.

I glanced at it; it was a paper package. I opened it and found several stacks of money inside.

"First, tell me what the mission is," I said, tossing the money back.

"Hmph, we've been working together for quite some time now, why are you still so cool?" she said, emerging from the shadows.

A face of absolute beauty, showing no signs of age, only youth. Her large eyes seemed to see right through you, yet a hint of fierceness in her brows seemed incongruous with her beauty.

"We've been working together for a while now, don't you know my personality?" I said.

"Heh, it's only been two months since we last met, and you're still as unforgiving as ever," she laughed. "This mission is simple."

With that, she tossed a photograph into my hand. "She's the wife of Japanese politician Matsui. She came to China a week ago with a tour group and is returning to Japan in five days. But we've discovered that her trip to China wasn't just for tourism; she stole a lot of our secrets. Your job is to retrieve all of this without harming her, or it will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble." "Just getting that intelligence is enough? What if she's already sent it back to Japan?" I asked.

"Don't worry, that's unlikely, because she's already under our surveillance. Since we're in the country, we can intercept any communication she uses, and arrest her the moment she makes that move. But she's not stupid; she's very cautious every day, and she has several bodyguards. But if her visa expires and she wants to return to Japan, we have no reason to stop her," she said.

"Oh, why do you want me to do this?" I asked.

"Everyone else has their own missions, and this one isn't difficult; I specifically reserved it for you." As she spoke, she moved closer to me, her lips less than three centimeters from mine. "How will you thank me?" She breathed on my face and slipped something into my pocket.

"You…" I said softly, lifting her chin, my lips moving another centimeter closer to hers.

"What?" Her fair face flushed.

"Did you eat onions tonight?" I said.

"What?" She paused, startled.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, I leaped into the air. "Hehe, I'll thank you after I get things done," I said, and I was already on the opposite building.

"You damn cat..." Her voice carried far through the night.

I used to admire Superman and Batman. They always looked so cool, either flying or driving a fancy car. I even idolized them, but I gradually forgot about them. As I grew older, I became busy with work, and in my free time, I would communicate with my mother in bed. Gradually, I lost interest in both of them. But I never dared to imagine that I would become like that one day.

As for why I have this ability, I don't know either. It was after my father passed away. His hearse was slowly making its way to the funeral home. I suddenly needed to go to the toilet, so my mother put me down. On my way to the toilet, I had a car accident and lost consciousness. While I was unconscious, I saw countless cats and people, but they all had cat ears and tails. They were probably cat people.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a doctor holding a syringe, about to give me an injection. I burst into tears.

From then on, I had this ability: when I concentrate, my body generates cat energy; I can easily jump onto skyscrapers and race against cars.

By chance, I met her—a woman with an angelic face, a silvery voice, but a devilish temper. She was a liaison for a mysterious organization, a secret government organization established to use civilian power to stop actions detrimental to the country. The organization was extremely secretive; even after being a member for a long time, I didn't know much. Later, I heard that there were many people with superpowers like me within this organization.

I moved between various buildings, finally stopping on a telephone pole. I crouched down to rest for a moment, then took out what she had slipped into my pocket. It was a photograph of a woman around forty years old, with short, black hair, not very large eyes, and very sensual lips. Individually, her eyes and lips weren't particularly striking, but together they were incredibly beautiful—truly a woman past her prime, yet still possessing a captivating charm.

I flipped the photo over; on the back were written: Takayama Miko, 41 years old, 13th floor, Room 135, Huatian Hotel. I looked at it, then gripped the photo tightly in my hand, channeling my spiritual energy into it. When I released my grip, the photo had turned to ashes.

The Huatian Hotel was a five-star hotel in the city; its unique shape made it easy for me to find.

I stopped on the building closest to Huatian and looked at my surroundings. The Huatian Hotel was dozens of stories high. I looked at it, then jumped off the building. While still in mid-air, I withdrew my powers and returned to my normal self.

I walked to the entrance and confidently entered the lobby. Looking around in a place like this would definitely attract the attention of security. As soon as I entered, I quickly located the elevator, stepped inside, and pressed the button for the 13th floor.

"Why did I choose such an unlucky number?" I muttered to myself.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor, and three people, two men and a woman, entered. They immediately pushed me aside, and I could only see the woman's hair because the two men were so tall.

"Could it be her?" I wondered.

The elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor, and the three people got out. The moment they stepped out, I saw that the woman was wearing a kimono. It was them! I was about to follow them when the elevator doors closed.

I stopped on the fourteenth floor and then went down the stairs to the thirteenth floor. It was very quiet here, probably because it was a presidential suite. I went to room 135, but the door was closed. I glanced at it; I couldn't just rush in like that.

I went to room 137 next door and knocked. No one answered. I knocked a few more times, but still no one answered. At this moment, the security guards standing on both sides of the corridor noticed me, and one of them came over.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" the guard asked.

"Oh, I forgot my keys. I think my wife might be inside," I said, telling the most unprofessional lie.

"Oh, please wait a moment, I'll go tell the front desk to bring the key up," he said, taking out his walkie-talkie.

I immediately sensed something was wrong and used my spiritual power to break the lock by placing my hand on the doorknob.

"No need, she's already opened the door," I said, pushing it open.

"Oh. Sorry to bother you," the security guard said, turning off his intercom and returning to his post.

I entered room 137. The room was dark, and it seemed no one was living there. I immediately focused on restoring my cat-human powers and ran to the balcony.

The balcony of room 137 was about five meters away from the balcony of room 135, a distance that was no problem for me; I easily darted across. Once on the balcony, I immediately crouched down and went to the large glass door. The door was locked. I stretched out my long, sharp fingernail, inserted it into the keyhole, and gently twisted it; the lock opened.

I slowly hid behind the curtains and peered inside.

"Ah!" I almost cried out. The room was a mess, with clothes scattered all over the floor. On the bed, large enough for four people to sleep on, three people were engaged in vigorous activity. Two men were roughly handling Takayama Miko, their bodies contorted in a violent, almost violent manner.

I've always been like this, even now that I have superpowers. My penis swelled up; it seemed my luck was pretty good. Thinking this, I suddenly rushed inside.

"Huh?" The three men were surprised to see me burst in. The two men, being former guards, immediately grabbed guns from the bedside table, but they were too slow. In the instant they grabbed their guns, I was already between them. I jumped up and kicked them hard in the head.

"Thump! Thump!" Two muffled thuds followed, and the two men collapsed.

"What...what are you going to do? Please don't hurt me." Takayama Miko looked panicked, speaking broken Chinese as she tried to protect her chest with her hands, but it was no use; her breasts were too large for her to reach.

I waved my hand, and she flew through the air, crashing into the wall before landing on the bed. Her full, white buttocks were displayed before me. I walked to the bed, squatted down, and touched her clitoris with my fingers.

"Ah...ah...no..." she struggled desperately.

"Smack!" I slapped her buttocks hard, and she immediately quieted down. What a slut.

I pulled her up and slammed her against the wall, her full breasts deformed by the pressure. I spread her legs and continued to play with her vulva with my fingers.

After playing for a while, I squatted down, observing her vulva. She had clearly shaved her pubic hair. I inserted my fingers into her vagina and gently stirred them. Her labia and vaginal opening were dark, indicating she had been toyed with many times. Her labia were wrinkled, and a fishy smell emanated from her vaginal opening.

I looked at her vagina, then her anus, stood up, pulled out my penis, spat on the glans, and forcefully pushed it into her anus.

"Ah..." she cried out, and I immediately covered her mouth. Her

anus was so tight; it hurt a little when I thrust.

I pulled out my penis after a few casual thrusts, released her body, and she knelt weakly on the bed.

"Hehe," I chuckled, then held my penis to her lips.

When she saw my penis, surprise flashed in her left eye, while her right eye was filled with longing. My penis wasn't very big, but it was still substantial compared to those two Japanese men.

She carefully grasped my testicles, gently playing with them, then opened her mouth and took the glans in, her lips clamping the edge of the glans as she sucked and slid her tongue across it.

I lay down on the bed, and she knelt between my legs, sucking hard, her small, nimble tongue licking my testicles, then my anus, her soft hands stroking my penis up and down.

Her breasts swayed back and forth and side to side with her movements, captivating me. I lifted my left leg and played with her nipples with my toes.

She let out a chorus of female lust, her eyes filled with greed. Her fingers slipped inside my clothes, touching my nipples, then her lips sucked harder on my penis. Her lips were indeed strong; I felt like she was sucking my glans off.

I patted her head, and she stopped and looked at me. I pointed to her vulva and then to my penis. She laughed, then stood up and straddled me. She grabbed my penis with one hand and parted her vaginal opening with the other. She didn't rush to insert, but instead rubbed my glans against her clitoris, then against my urethra. Her clitoral glans was already inside; she was going to penetrate me.

A trickle of fluid flowed from her vagina onto my glans. She smeared the fluid on my glans with her clitoris before inserting my penis.

She rubbed her breasts with both hands and began to move them up and down. Her vagina was incredibly tight; I hadn't expected a forty-one-year-old woman to have such a vagina.

I removed her hands and used my own to grasp her breasts, kneading them from side to side. The full breasts and hard nipples stimulated my hands, and I gently scratched her nipples with my fingernails.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Her moans were very rhythmic and professional, like a heroine in a Japanese adult film. I straightened my upper body and then grabbed a towel and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Mmm...mmm..." Her voice softened considerably. I lowered my head and took her breast into my mouth, biting her nipple hard.

After a few thrusts, my pleasure was about to reach its peak. I thrust a few more times and ejaculated into her vagina. If it were with my mother, I would definitely try my best to bring her to orgasm, but I had no obligation to this woman.

After ejaculating, I lay on the bed, my penis still inside her vagina, not yet softened. She didn't give up, continuing to stroke me up and down. Although I had ejaculated, my penis remained hard under her ministrations. After

a while, her vagina began to writhe, the warm vaginal walls gripping my penis tightly. She pulled the towel out of her mouth and lay on the bed, panting heavily.

I lay beside her, playing with her nipples with my fingers. She closed her eyes, enjoying it, seemingly forgetting I was an intruder.

Her hands caressed my body, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, finally landing on my nipples. Suddenly, a dagger appeared in her hand, and she lunged at me. I immediately rolled off the bed and onto the floor.

She stood on the bed and threw the dagger at me. I dodged, but then she pulled out a gun. This was troublesome. I hadn't expected her to be so secretive. Although I have superpowers, my body is still flesh and blood; I can't withstand a gun.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. I deliberately stood still, then rapidly stroked my penis back and forth. Sure enough, she hesitated for a moment, her eyes fixed on my penis. That was enough. In an instant, my body had moved behind her.

"Ah!" She tried to turn around, but it was too late. I gently patted the back of her head, and she immediately passed out.

After dealing with her, I sat on the bed. That was close. It seems her husband couldn't satisfy her. If she weren't such a lustful woman, I would have been in real danger. If she had killed me while I was ejaculating, I would have had no chance to resist. And while she was giving me oral sex, she could have easily tampered with my testicles.

"Looks like I'll have to be more careful from now on," I muttered to myself.

I laid the three of them side by side on the bed, then placed my fingers on Takayama Miko's head, channeling power into her brain. A few minutes later, I found the information I needed. I used my spiritual power to extract the information from her brain, erasing a portion of her memory in the process, as well as parts of the two guards' memories.

*** *** *** *** "Hehe, you really didn't disappoint me, completing the mission so quickly." On the rooftop of the Huayang Building, she handed me a bag. "Your reward is inside, more than you'll receive." I took the bag, not counting the money inside, and slung it over my shoulder.

"Hey, you have to thank me after you've done what you said you'd do." She moved closer to me, her lips only a centimeter away from mine.

I smelled a minty scent.

I put my arm around her waist and kissed her lips. Her hands tightly embraced my waist, her tongue swirling wildly in my mouth, her hands moving from my waist towards my penis. I grabbed her hands and then released her lips.

"Ugh... why did you brake like that?" she pouted.

"Hehe, that's enough for today, we'll have a chance later." I said, jumping up and landing on the opposite building.

"You really are a damn cat." she shouted.

(II)

"Get up, you can't always sleep." Mom walked up to me and shouted, while grabbing my testicles hard twice.

"Okay... ha..." I sat up in bed, the sunlight shining through the window felt warm, it was a waste not to sleep in this weather.

"You, so lazy, I told you last night not to ejaculate on the bed, look, you've stained the sheets again." Mom ripped the sheets up and pointed to the semen stains.

"Don't blame me, Mom, you're so beautiful, to maintain your figure, of course I have to use my semen to nourish your skin." I jumped behind Mom and hugged her waist, my penis gently rubbing against her buttocks.

"Okay, stop it, you bullied me this morning too." Mom swayed her body.

"You're both my mom and my wife, who else would I bully if not you?" I said, kissing my mother on the cheek and squeezing her full, firm breasts.

"Okay, let's go eat. Didn't we say we were going shopping today?" my mother said.

"Oh, I almost forgot," I said, sitting down at the table.

Actually, I don't really like going shopping, probably because I hate the hassle, but this time we had to go because we were almost out of food at home, and we'd go hungry if we didn't go shopping soon.

After dinner, my mother and I left home. Our house is on a not-so-bustling street in the city, and there's a supermarket not far away. We usually go to that supermarket, but today my mother seemed to be in a good mood, so I decided to sacrifice my sleep time and accompany her shopping.

Actually, shopping is just about going into stores and looking around; looking without buying is what shopping is all about. Although my mother is forty years old this year, perhaps because of her natural beauty, she looks much younger than her actual age, and her movements seem even more so. She dragged me into several stores.

Finally, she pulled me into a large supermarket, but after wandering around for a while, she only bought a pack of chewing gum and nothing else. Actually, I didn't let her buy anything.

"What's wrong? Let's hurry up and buy it so we can go back to sleep. Aren't you sleepy?" my mother said.

"It's okay, I'm not very sleepy today. We can go somewhere else to play. It's rare to have time," I said, taking out a piece of chewing gum and putting it in my mother's mouth, then kissing her forehead.

"Okay," my mother said.

We shopped like this all morning, and around noon, my mother found a ramen restaurant, and we decided to have lunch there.

After entering, the waiter led us to a seat by the window.

"Two bowls of ramen, please," my mother said, taking out a tissue and handing it to me, "to wipe your sweat." "Oh," I took the tissue and looked at a fast food restaurant across the street, where people were coming and going, and it looked more popular than this place.

"What are you looking at?" Mom asked.

"That fast food restaurant, I think it's called something like McDonald's, is it newly opened?" I said.

"I think so, it seems very crowded. Western food isn't very good, I prefer Chinese food, I've been eating it for so many years." Mom said.

"Of course, Chinese food culture is the best in the world." I said.

"Sir is right, but that restaurant has been open for more than half a year, and it's always this crowded." The waitress who served us noodles said.

I looked at the waitress, a young woman, wearing a blue uniform, which was the first time I'd seen one like that. In other restaurants, waitresses always wore white uniforms, probably because white looks cleaner.

"Why are there so many people there?" I asked.

"It's because that restaurant is a world-renowned brand, and young people like to follow trends. Sigh! Many people think that eating Western food makes them foreigners." She sighed and then went back to her seat.

"Don't look at them, let's eat our noodles." Mom said.

I picked up my chopsticks and took a bite of the ramen. It tasted good, and the noodles were chewy enough to make me feel comfortable. I quickly finished the whole bowl.

"Why are you eating so fast?" Mom said, putting some noodles from her bowl into mine.

"These are complimentary side dishes from our restaurant. Please enjoy them," the waiter said, bringing over two plates of side dishes.

"We're lucky," Mom said, putting a piece on my plate.

I ate a piece. "Not bad."

"Has something happened here?" Mom suddenly asked.

"To be honest, today is the last day our restaurant is open," the waiter said, her eyes filled with tears.

"Why?" I put down my chopsticks and asked.

The waiter looked around, then took off her hat, revealing a head of beautiful hair. I then realized she was very pretty; I had been captivated by her work clothes earlier.

"Our boss is very patriotic. Wherever there's a Western-style fast food restaurant, he opens a branch there to compete with it. But this makes our cash flow insufficient, so we have to close down." She said, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry to have ruined your meal." She walked out.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Eat up, don't let their kindness go to waste," Mom said.

We quickly finished our meal, paid the bill, and left the restaurant.

"Okay, let's go buy something, shall we?" Mom said, taking my hand.

"Shall we ride that?" I said, pointing to something not far away.

"Oh? It's a Ferris wheel," Mom said, looking up.

"Yes, I don't think I've ever ridden

one before," I said. "Okay, I'll ride it with you," Mom said, but I could tell she was also very excited.

We walked to the Ferris wheel. There was a long queue below. This Ferris wheel was very high and rotated very slowly, perfect for enjoying the scenery.

After waiting for ages, it was finally our turn. I pulled my mother inside, closed the door, and the Ferris wheel started turning.

My mother leaned on my shoulder, looking at the scenery outside, her hand naturally resting on my leg. Breathing in her scent, my penis started to stir.

"Mom, I want you," I whispered in her ear.

"Little devil, that's why I told you to come ride this," my mother said, rubbing my penis through her pants.

My mother didn't seem to object. I immediately and skillfully unbuttoned her clothes, then pulled out her full breasts. I opened my mouth and took one nipple in, while my hand reached inside her clothes to touch her other breast.

My mother's eyes remained fixed on the outside, letting me suckle her nipple, her hand slowly undoing my belt.

Suddenly, I remembered something, so I released my mother's breasts and pulled my penis out myself.

"Let's hurry, or this wheel will spin forever." Mom laughed, kissed my glans, then knelt on the chair, sticking out her white buttocks and gripping the window with both hands.

I touched Mom's vagina and found it a little dry, so I spat some saliva on my glans and also smeared some on Mom's vaginal opening.

Mom forcefully spread her buttocks apart, then turned to look at me, signaling me to hurry. I thrust hard, my penis penetrating the place where I was born.

I held Mom's breasts and began to pump vigorously.

"Ah...ah..." Mom cried out, her vagina tightly gripping my invading penis.

I pressed down on Mom's back, afraid to make too much movement, because the two gondolas of the Ferris wheel weren't far apart, and making a big move would easily be seen by people behind us.

Mom turned her head, stuck out her tongue, and I opened my mouth and took her tongue in, then gently sucked on it, while my lower body continued to pump vigorously.

We needed to buy time, so I didn't try to suppress my climax. Instead, I thrust and pulled forcefully, each time pulling out, stretching my mother's pink vagina outwards.

My mother cooperated fully, her hips thrusting back and forth. My penis inside her was like a tiger among sheep, galloping freely, easily overcoming any resistance.

I thrust for a while longer, but there was still no sign of climax. The more anxious I became, the less likely it was to happen.

Suddenly, my mother reached out and pulled my penis out, then sat down beside me, lowered her head, and took it into her mouth, sucking hard while her hand moved up and down between the glans and testicles.

I leaned back in my chair, reaching my hands down to my mother's buttocks, playing with her still untouched anus.

My mother's oral skills were truly impressive; her tongue flew up and down, taming my penis completely. Her other hand played with my testicles, her five fingers taking turns lightly touching them.

Finally, I felt the urge to ejaculate. I held my mother's head down, my penis thrusting forcefully in her mouth. After a few thrusts, warm semen spurted out.

My mother continued to suckle, her tongue welcoming the semen around the glans before swallowing it.

Hearing the sound of my mother swallowing semen, I felt incredibly excited. My mother then released my penis and put it back in my mouth.

"Phew... I'm exhausted. I'm never riding this again," my mother said, straightening her clothes.

"Mom, you're so good," I said, kissing my mother's lips and wiping the semen from the corners of her mouth. My mother's hands were around my waist, her tongue gently swirling in my mouth.

"Sir? Would you like to ride it again?" a staff member asked.

We had reached the ground. I immediately released my mother's mouth, and amidst the good-natured laughter of the crowd, we left the Ferris wheel.

I checked my watch and said to my mother, "Let's go home." "You haven't bought anything yet, have you?" my mother asked.

"Isn't there a supermarket near our house? Let's go there," I said.

"Hehe, you really are something," Mom said with a laugh.

When we arrived at the noodle shop, we found a crowd gathered there, all pointing and whispering.

"Looks like something's happened," Mom said.

We squeezed through the crowd and noticed everyone's eyes were looking up. I looked up and saw a person standing on the top floor of the noodle shop, wearing a blue work uniform.

"Mom, this person must work at the noodle shop," I said, pointing at the person upstairs.

"Who is it?" Mom asked.

"Let me see." My spiritual energy, following my consciousness...

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