Mother and child in the movie theater

The Saturday movie theater was located in the commercial district next to X University.
Universities, now almost synonymous with decadence, have seen a flood of all sorts of people pour into them since the expansion of university enrollment.
The money-grubbing atmosphere of universities has also produced batches of qualified scumbags. Some of these less qualified scumbags frequent the internet cafes, shopping malls, sports fields
, and various movie theaters around X University. Movie theaters are a new phenomenon of the new century; simply put, they are private video rental rooms, typically containing a TV, a DVD player, and
a double bed. You rent a DVD for ten or eight yuan, pay a few dozen yuan for the night, and it becomes an ideal place for clandestine encounters. After traditional video rental shops were
banned by the government, movie theaters sprang up like mushrooms after rain, especially around X University, where all sorts of scumbags lurk.
It was already midnight. Outside, willows were secretly sprouting new green buds in the spring night, and the grass in the roadside green belts was growing vigorously. A cat, whose owner it was, was still meowing incessantly. All things that had slumbered through the winter were reviving and growing in this spring night;
it was a night filled with the warmth of spring.
Saturday Cinema. Room 306.
The old lady in the doorman's room was already fast asleep, only the small television in front of her was still lit, playing a late-night program.
The beautiful wooden door, made of thin fireproof board, could barely block out any loud noise. The panting of the man and woman inside was commonplace for people passing by in the corridor,
nothing to be surprised about. The panting and sounds of flesh colliding inside the room were loud and seemed quite frantic, while the woman's suppressed voice sounded
very low.
The room was lit only by a small, orange wall lamp, creating an ambiguous atmosphere. A Japanese adult film was playing on a DVD player. From
the simple cover scattered on the table, a few simple Japanese characters could be seen:
incestuous sex... motherly seduction. On the screen, a beautiful middle-aged actress was riding a young actor, making love to him wildly.
A woman's leather handbag was casually placed on the table, its zipper open. Inside were several books, notebooks, pens, and other items. Several uniquely styled and sexy women's
lingerie were clearly visible. Next to the handbag were a few oranges, a half-empty bottle of Master Kong green tea, and an unopened bottle
of Coca-Cola. Beside it was an ashtray, and next to it was an open pack of 555
cigarettes and a lighter.
The blankets on the bed had been kicked to the floor by the intense activity of the couple, piling up pitifully, looking quite aggrieved. Even more aggrieved was
the pillow; the pillow that should have been used as a pillow had been stuffed under the woman's buttocks by the man, raising her hips and vulva
higher. It seemed this man was quite experienced in bed, knowing how to use a pillow to enhance sexual sensitivity. At this moment, the man was buried between the woman's wide-spread
legs, thrusting vigorously. He had a broad back, and his firm, youthful buttocks were very powerful, each thrust forceful.
A large patch of the pillow was already soaked with the woman's vaginal fluids, and the bed creaked and groaned in vain.
Without a doubt, this was an adulterous couple, and if I'm not mistaken, they were probably students at this university.
But a closer look at the two figures on the bed reveals that the man on top is likely a university student, as he appears to be no more than twenty
, perhaps eighteen or nineteen. He has light downy hair on his upper lip and a handsome young man with fair, delicate skin
—clearly a pampered young man. The woman beneath him, legs spread wide, is quite different. She has jet-black hair styled in the wavy curls typical of middle-aged women
, and her skin is fair and taut, clearly the result of long-term beauty treatments. Her full lips are painted with a fleshy
red lipstick, the kind used by middle-aged women. Her brows are furrowed, and several noticeable crow's feet line the corners of her eyes. Her breasts, though large and full, are already sagging, and her large,
grape-like nipples indicate she is a middle-aged woman who has given birth and has gone through breastfeeding.
Things are starting to get strange. Could it be a May-December romance? What exactly is the relationship between this youthful boy and this mature woman?
At this moment, the boy, who was buried in the woman's body, began to increase the force of his thrusts. The sound of flesh hitting flesh grew louder and louder. The middle-aged woman
could no moan continuously; she could only open her mouth wide under the boy's powerful thrusts, unable to cry out. Her fair, slightly plump arms
tightly hugged the boy, her nails digging into his strong back muscles, almost scratching them. She was enduring the frenzied thrusts of the boy's climax.
The boy's feet kicked the bed hard, thrusting into the woman beneath him almost frantically. At their point of contact, there was a flood of vaginal fluid, mixed with white secretions
, flowing down the woman's trembling buttocks and soaking a large part of the pillow. The boy was nearing his peak.
"Don't stop...don't stop...ah, harder...fuck me harder...faster...baby faster...faster...faster...deeper...deeper, it's coming, it's coming
!" The woman suddenly caught her breath and began to shout incoherently. The boy seemed to relish the woman's cries,
finding His movements became even more vigorous and forceful, each thrust landing firmly on the ground.
Suddenly, the woman squeezed her legs together, her arms tightening around the boy. Her eyes were closed, her abdominal muscles trembled, and
sweat beaded on her forehead, almost soaking her beautiful but disheveled hair. The mature middle-aged woman reached
orgasm .
He was held tightly by the woman, unable to exert any strength. Just as he was about to move, the woman commanded in a trembling voice, "Don't move, baby, don't move. Hold on tighter,
let me enjoy myself a little longer!" The boy remained still, and the room was filled only with the mingling of their breaths.
Ten minutes later,
the boy climbed off the woman, naked, and crawled to the table. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and expertly exhaled a puff of smoke. Then he
opened the unopened bottle of cola and drank almost half of it in a few gulps. The woman lay lazily on the bed, maintaining her original position. Her breathing was now even,
the flush still lingering on her face and lower abdomen. Her thick pubic hair was soaked with water, sticking stickily to her vulva. Both her labia majora and minora
were slightly parted, revealing the pink flesh inside.
The woman said weakly to the boy, "You little brat, you've fucked me to death! It's only been a few days since I've had sex and you're already so impatient. Your big cock is so hard!"
"It's so thick and long, it even went into my uterus! You almost killed me!" The boy teased the woman, "Mom! Look at what you're saying, do you think I would
fuck you to death?
I wouldn't! Where can I find such a good mom? Where can I find such a good big cunt like you?
I just love fucking your big cunt, I don't like anyone else's. No one else's is as good as your good mom!" It turned out that they were actually a mother and son, a mother and son
hiding in an incestuous affair!
The boy rested for a while, then lay back down next to his mother, one arm around her waist, the other stroking her ample breasts. "Mom,
how was it? Was it comfortable? Did you enjoy it? Hehe, look, your nipples are still so hard and big!" The boy chuckled secretly.
"Baby, let me count. It's been a full forty days since the 12th of last month. Forty days without doing this! You naughty boy, knowing
how much I wanted, you fucked me so hard, I couldn't even speak, I almost fainted. But it was so good, I haven't felt this good in so long!"
the woman said happily, reaching out to touch her son's still-erect penis.
"You little slut, you're having a good time, aren't you? Look, I'm still hard, I haven't even come yet..." the young son muttered.
"Huh? Still calling me a slut?! How many times have I told you not to say that! Last time you called home, your dad heard it and asked me about it.
I covered for him, did you hear me? You'd better watch your mouth from now on, understand?!" the woman scolded angrily, squeezing her son's
erect penis hard.
The boy made a face, snuggled closer to his mother, and his hand, which had been touching her breasts, slipped between her legs, penetrating her "swamp,"
playfully teasing his mother's wet vulva. He chuckled and said to her, "Still a slut? You dare say you aren't? What is this? Huh? Look
how wet you are, you're all slutty, hee hee." The woman didn't speak, but pulled the boy into a tight embrace, as if afraid he would fly away. She
whispered in his ear, "Mom is my little darling's big slut, Mom is a big slut, a big slut that's only for your bad son to fuck, okay, my good son?"
The woman felt that familiar sensation returning to her almost numb genitals, and she felt a new tide preparing
to surge. The woman's eyes became hazy again.
"Is my dad still like that?" the boy, still caressing his mother's vulva, suddenly asked.
"Sigh..." the woman sighed, seemingly burdened with endless worries. "He's still the same, isn't he? In the past forty-odd days, he's only slept with me three times, and each
time it lasted less than ten minutes." The woman sighed again softly, then said, "I think your dad's been drained dry by those little vixens!" The boy freed one
hand and touched his mother's plump, round buttocks, saying happily, "Mom, my dad is really something. He has such a beautiful and good wife at home, why doesn't he
fuck her? Why does he go looking for those other women? I only like your big ass and your big cunt, Mom. Really, I don't fuck anyone else, I only fuck you." The boy
said with boundless affection, his voice filled with longing.
These were the words the woman loved to hear most, and the boy knew it all too well. Sure enough, the woman smiled happily, her face flushed slightly. She
whispered to her son, "Really? Is Mom really as good and beautiful as you say?" Seeing the boy nod resolutely, the woman was even happier.
The flame of desire within her voluptuous body burned once more. She rose, bent between her son's legs, and passionately took his hard, hot penis into
her mouth , beginning to skillfully lick and suck.
"Mom, your oral skills have improved again..." the boy murmured dreamily, head tilted back, eyes closed.
The streets were almost deserted at midnight. The beautiful neon lights still flashed rhythmically. This spring evening, with its gentle breeze, was peaceful and serene; the entire city
was fast asleep.
The mature woman knelt on the bed, shamelessly raising her full, round buttocks high. Against the backdrop of her slender waist, the curves of her hips were exaggerated and
alluring, gleaming white under the pink light of the room. Her full vulva parted slightly in the middle, like a
perfectly peach.
The pubic hair on her vulva, which had been dried, stood up again, a thick, dark clump.
The boy was buried behind the woman's buttocks, his long, agile tongue licking back and forth in the cleft of her genitals like a snake. The mature woman's
labia were parted by the boy's skillful tongue, the brownish-purple labia minora trembling slightly, glistening with the clear, freshly secreted fluid, like
dewdrops on flower petals in the morning. Unfortunately, these dewdrops were immediately sucked away by the boy's powerful sucking. The woman's clitoris was full and protruding, a terrifyingly deep red
from engorgement, glistening with light. It had been thoroughly cared for multiple times by the boy, a master of bedroom arts, and was now transmitting its
wondrous sensations throughout her body via her highly developed and sensitive nervous system. She trembled slightly, her lower abdomen heaving, the trembling extending to her
genitals, her shy vaginal opening twitching shyly from time to time.
"Ah, no, no, baby, don't lick there! Don't lick there! Mommy can't take it anymore, I can't hold it in, stop, Mommy needs to pee!"
the woman moaned, swaying her hips from side to side, trying to escape her son's devilish tongue. She pleaded with her son, who was intensely interested.
At this moment, the boy's nimble tongue was diligently licking his mother's urethra, having conquered the vulnerable, unprotected opening. His tongue, like
a drill bit, was stretching and rotating with effort. A sense of pride welled up within him; his mother's mature vulva had served as a model for his long-term
practice familiar with the anatomy of the female genitalia and knew how to drive a woman wild.
The boy wouldn't let go. Having just ejaculated a large amount of thick semen he had been holding back for so long into his mother's warm mouth, his energy was beginning
to recover . Oral service to his mother's vulva was something he had longed for. His mother's full, round, high-perched buttocks had
intruded into his dreams countless times during these forty days of sexual torment. His mother's mysterious pubic hair had flashed before his eyes countless times—that familiar pubic hair, that familiar scent—and he felt an unbearable thirst. The woman
came to the provincial capital almost every month to meet her son. Her reasons and whereabouts were open and respectable: to visit her son who was studying at university. The love for one's son
is universal ; what is there to doubt? Only the mother and son truly understood the meaning of this monthly meeting. The long-term, almost pathological
, incestuous relationship with her son provided the woman, often alone and lonely, with the ultimate sexual satisfaction. The psychological pressure and tremor from this transgression of morality
had long . The woman could no longer escape this forbidden bond with her own son.
A forbidden and secret pleasure. She knew that ahead lay a dark hell or a bright paradise, but she didn't want to think about either. She knew that what she could
grasp and possess was the paradise she was in now.
The woman opened her hazy eyes, trying to distract herself from the tidal wave of pleasure emanating from her lower body, but what she saw was
a television playing pornography. The DVDs her son had carefully prepared had surprised her for quite some time. She wasn't surprised by the pornography itself,
but by the female protagonists, those mothers. They were so open and tender. The various sex positions and unexpected plots shocked
her. She was shocked that such taboo things could be openly discussed and sold in other countries. In comparison, what she considered a very secret
activity was so ordinary and acceptable in those people's eyes.
On the television, the mother was kneeling gracefully and gently on the kitchen floor, intently performing oral sex on her young son. Her deep, focused affection, her
starry eyes occasionally sparkling with love; her nimble tongue meticulously cared for even his testicles, not to mention the large
glans ; her hands were so gentle, stroking her son's buttocks and legs, slowly taking his thick, long penis into her mouth.
Watching others commit incest only intensified the woman's stimulation and excitement. She didn't lose focus for a moment, which only amplified the pleasure
and stimulation. The stimulation from her lower body was amplified infinitely; her sensitive urethra had been completely conquered by her son's skillful tongue.
"Ah..." With a long groan, the woman's thighs and lower abdomen convulsed, and the little urine stored in her bladder
gushed out as her son conquered her urethra! The woman had lost control of her bladder under her son's tongue!
Watching his mother's clear urine spray out, the boy felt a surge of satisfaction. An impulsive thought arose, and he immediately acted
: he swiftly removed the cap from the remaining half of his mother's "Master Kong" green tea drink, aimed the bottle at the woman's spraying urine, and
collected almost the entire bottle along with the original drink.
The shame of incontinence in front of her son overwhelmed the woman; she never imagined she would be so embarrassed by her son's tiny tongue. But along with
the incontinence came her orgasm. Her genitals convulsed violently, and copious amounts of clear fluid flowed out, running down her thighs
onto the already nearly soaked sheets. Her body stiffened, her posture strange and alluring, like a rose trembling in a
storm .
A few minutes later, the woman collapsed limply, like freshly cooked noodles, panting, her soul seemingly lost in thought.
After resting for a long time, the woman finally said softly, "Sweetie, water!" She took the "green tea" her son offered and drank it
down without hesitation. She seemed extremely thirsty, drinking about half the bottle in one go before stopping. She smacked her lips and muttered to herself, "Why is the taste so weak? Is there
another flavor?" She immediately understood, for she saw her son's mischievous smile. The woman pounced on him, wrestling with him, and forcefully interrogated him
about what he had given her, forcibly pulling his nipples several times before the boy finally confessed.
Upon hearing this, the woman's face turned as red as a bright red cloth. She spat out, "You naughty boy, why did you give your mother that stuff?
You're so bad!" The son was already laughing hysterically, clutching his stomach and saying intermittently, "What's the big deal? It's not poisonous, it's a homemade drink
, haha... It's fine, it's even good for your complexion!" The woman grabbed the "green tea" she had just placed aside, pushed the boy down, and said with a smile, "I don't need to improve my complexion anymore
, I'll use this drink to boost your virility!" With that, she forced the drink down his throat. The boy, caught off guard, choked and
coughed stopped.
After coughing for a while and catching his breath, the boy looked at his mother, who was completely naked, her fair and full body, her large breasts still jiggling
, her hair slightly disheveled. It seemed that the playful interaction between mother and son had greatly restored her strength. The boy took the bottle from his mother's hand, grinned
mischievously , and said, "Mom, even if you don't give me any, I'll still want some! I love you, Mom, I love everything about you, even your pee! I want to
drink it!" He then immediately brought the bottle to his mouth and gulped it down. Seeing this, the woman tried to pull her son away, not wanting him to drink the "beverage," but after
only a few sips, the remaining "beverage"
was gone.
The woman was touched, hugged her son tightly, and pulled the blanket over them both. She said, "You're such a good baby, you know?
Mom can't live without you anymore, I haven't been able to live without you for a long time, you know?" Before the woman could finish speaking, the boy interrupted, "Mom, I know, I know! Look at
what you're saying, your son has always been with you, hasn't he? Don't think nonsense, your son loves you, always has, and will love you forever, Mom!" "Mom is
yours already. Don't let me down, okay? I swear, my mouth, my pussy, my asshole, my breasts, and my buttocks are all yours. Only
you can touch me, only you can fuck me. I'll be happy no matter how you fuck me, you know that, my dear son? You swear to me that you'll only fuck me, and
not any other woman, okay?" the woman said passionately and urgently. The woman lay on the boy's chest, her large breasts pressed tightly against her son's body, her
eyes somewhat glazed, as if she were drunk.
Looking at his mother and hearing her words, the boy was overjoyed. He knew she was telling the truth, and he suddenly felt a long-lost sense of
emotion . He hugged his mother tightly, bringing their bodies very close, and whispered gently in her ear, "Baby loves Mommy too. Baby's big cock belongs
to Mommy. Baby only makes love with Mommy, only fucks Mommy's cunt. Baby won't fuck anyone else's cunt. Baby will only fuck Mommy's cunt, fuck Mommy's big, horny cunt! Okay?"
The woman's starry eyes sparkled, and her face flushed slightly. She pulled down the blanket to tug at her son's already erect penis after his ejaculation, and whispered, "Mommy knows baby loves Mommy.
Mommy's cunt is only for you to fuck. Even your dad has to step aside. Mommy wants you to fuck me now, fuck Mommy's big, horny cunt, okay? Come on up!"
The boy, having once again received his mother's permission for intercourse, was so happy he almost laughed out loud. He nimbly climbed onto his mother's body and, guided by her, smoothly
entered her.
A surge of fullness quickly filled the woman; she felt incredibly fulfilled. In that moment, she felt she could lose anything in the world,
but not this feeling of fulfillment.
That feeling of fulfillment rose and fell like waves with each thrust of the young man, one wave after another. The woman trembled and closed her eyes; she knew she could no longer escape
this forbidden yet sweet fullness.
[The End]

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