Witnessing car sex

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I ran to a supermarket not far from our apartment complex and looked out the window towards the main gate, waiting for my mother's car to come out. A little while later, I saw her red Volkswagen Bora drive out. I quickly went outside, flagged down a taxi
, and followed her. My car followed hers for about half an hour until she entered the underground parking garage of a large shopping mall. Pedestrians weren't allowed to enter through the main garage door, so I had to go in from inside the mall. When I got to the underground parking garage, I was stunned. So many cars, such a huge garage, and it had three underground levels! How was I supposed to find her?
But I didn't want to give up, so I had to bite the bullet and keep looking. After about half an hour, when I reached the bottom level, I suddenly heard some noises—a creaking sound. I followed the sound to a corner of the parking garage, where I saw a red sedan parked there, its body shaking up and down. I quietly approached and saw that it was indeed my mother's car.
Damn it, of course I know what this means. Car sex? I've seen entertainment news, I know what car sex means. Damn it, that bastard is having sex with my mom in her car. Filled with both anger and anticipation, I slowly walked to the back of a van next to my mom's car. I leaned against the van, trying to see what was going on, but all the windows of my mom's car were tinted, so I couldn't see what was happening inside. But my eyes remained fixed on the red car. The thought of my mom having sex with some man—no, some student—inside filled me with intense anger and a strange thrill.
Just as I hesitated, staring intently, the front window slowly opened.
I immediately crouched down, terrified of being seen by the people inside.
Then, I saw a delicate left foot, clad in gray stockings, dangling out of the window, kicking helplessly in the air.
A black high heel was on her foot, swaying slowly in the air with each slight movement of the car. Actually, my mother's feet weren't small for a woman; at 178cm tall, her feet were at least size 39. But the shape of her feet was beautiful, with well-proportioned and slender bones, truly captivating me.
Her toes were slightly upturned, delicately hooking the tip of the high heel to prevent it from slipping off.
However, the vigorous movements seemed to cause the gleaming black high heel to tremble slowly in the air, repeatedly slipping off her foot step by step.
With that rhythmic movement, her small foot, encased in stockings, trembled incessantly. I could hear the "tsk tsk" sounds and panting coming from inside the car.
Just as I was intently watching that stockinged foot protruding from the car window, suddenly, a low groan came from inside the car.
Immediately afterward, I clearly felt that the foot protruding from the door seemed to tremble even faster.
My mother's toes, which had been barely holding onto her high heels, suddenly went limp. With a "thud," her shoe, like a kite with its string detached, crashed to the ground. The sudden sound was so discordant in the quiet, empty parking lot, and it made my heart clench.
At that moment, my mother's entire beautiful foot was fully exposed before me. The perfectly delicate sole, the smooth, white instep, and the rounded, dainty toes all stirred my desires.
Then, a muffled groan of pain came from inside the car. Her soft, boneless foot seemed to have suffered a severe blow. It suddenly tensed, the instep and calf instantly forming a beautiful arc.
The smooth stockings were stretched taut over her small foot. Even through the stockings, I could clearly see her five delicate toes struggling to stretch out, twisting into strange shapes, and continuing to expand with all their might.
And so, outside the car door, Mom's delicate foot trembled violently and rapidly. Her beautiful toes contorted in pain, contorting into arbitrary shapes.
With the intense movements inside the car, Mom's foot arched repeatedly, appearing exceptionally sensual beneath the sheer stockings.
At that moment, I could no longer suppress my desire and released my penis. Hiding behind the car, I rubbed it incessantly while watching the movements of that small foot even more closely.
Just then, a long groan came from inside the car. Accompanying the sound was Mom's left leg suddenly straightening, her toes instantly curling into a ball. Her instep strained to straighten, then a series of spasms followed, her calf trembling uncontrollably in the air. I could only see that small foot helplessly straightening.
In a series of tremors and swings, it reached its highest peak, arching high upwards.
A few seconds later, her previously tense foot, as if utterly exhausted, slowly lowered itself from the air. The instep, which had been taut, now returned to its natural position.
Her toes also returned to normal. It seemed she had reached orgasm.
The violent movement had torn a small hole in the toe of her thin stockings.
Two of her toes peeked out, revealing her translucent nails. The red nail polish looked so alluring and seductive.
To my surprise, although my mother seemed to have reached orgasm, the car's vibrations continued unabated, seemingly unaffected, maintaining a steady, unhurried pace.
My mother's beautiful foot could only helplessly swing back and forth outside the car door with the vibrations, again and again.
Just as I saw that small foot still flailing weakly outside the window, the car window was slowly rolled up for some reason. With a painful groan from inside the car, my mother's beautiful leg, which had been dangling outside, was clamped tightly by the car window. Although her calf was pulled in, her entire foot remained outside.
Her struggling foot revealed her immense pain. Her delicate ankle twisted and turned, trying to pull her foot back in. However, the window seemed too tight, preventing her from moving at all. She could only weakly struggle, bending and straightening her pretty toes, trying to alleviate the pain.
Even now, the vibrations inside the car continued, seemingly slowing or speeding up due to external influences.
My hand, rubbing my penis, involuntarily quickened its pace. Inside that car was my mother, yet I couldn't control my impulse, continuing to rub my penis.
At that moment, I suddenly noticed a black high-heeled shoe lying alone on its side on the ground next to the red car. It was the shoe my mother had worn that morning. It... carried my mother's scent.
Thinking of this... I suddenly felt my penis swell considerably. A strange thought suddenly popped into my head… Just as passion was raging inside the car, seemingly unnoticed, a small figure quietly approached the red car.
Watching the jade-like feet getting closer and closer to the car window, I felt increasingly aroused and excited. Finally, I climbed to the side of the window; my mother's beautiful foot seemed to be right in front of me. I could clearly see a deep red mark on her snow-white ankle.
I crouched down, trying not to make a sound, and quietly picked up my mother's shiny high heel from the ground. I lowered my head and gently inhaled the fragrance emanating from it.
I sat on the ground, leaning against the car, feeling its vibrations. Through the cracks in the window, I heard the man's rapid breathing inside, the sizzling sounds of genitals rubbing together, and the thuds of flesh hitting flesh. I could no longer control myself. I pulled down my pants and thrust my engorged penis into my mother's high heel, including my testicles.
Then, holding the heel, I gently moved my penis back and forth, my testicles and penis pumping in and out of her shoe.
I listened to my mother's painful moans from inside the car. I looked up at her small, stockinged feet outside the window, feeling the car vibrate. I felt waves of pleasure. Although the man inside wasn't me, I imagined my mother receiving pleasure beneath me. I thrust even harder.
I couldn't hold back any longer. Overwhelmed by an intense urge to ejaculate, I disregarded everything else and slowly stood up. Through the tinted glass, I could vaguely see a thin, naked boy's back completely blocking my view inside the car. He seemed to be vigorously thrusting his hips. He was completely unaware that I was spying on him through the window. My mother was pinned beneath him. I could see her right foot on the car's center console, her black lace panties hanging on her right foot, which was still wearing a high heel. I could see her entire beautiful leg in gray stockings—it was incredibly alluring. My mother's
gray skirt was pushed up to her waist, and her white shirt seemed to still be on, though the buttons were undone. The boy's right hand was gripping my mother's large breasts, while his left hand was bracing against the seat. My mother's upper body was strangely leaning back, completely obscuring the view outside my window from that angle.
"My feet... I can't feel them. They're clamped too tightly. Quick... quick, let go of my feet." "Haha, teacher, that's how it's supposed to feel good. Watch me fuck you to death today, you slut. Yesterday, when I was fucking you, you were talking to your son on the phone. Don't you think you're a slut? You came so quickly while talking to your son and being fucked by me. You really are a slut. Sluts are going to be fucked to death, hahaha!" Damn, so I was fucking my mom while I was talking to her yesterday. No wonder she was talking so strangely yesterday. Damn.
Looking at my mom and that guy inside the car window, they didn't notice me at all. I simply let go and continued to watch their actions. I started pounding my penis even faster.
"My feet are numb... quick... it hurts, let go..."
Numb? I looked up at my mom's stockinged feet, still clamped by the car window, swaying nakedly in front of me. Looking at my mom's body, she was completely pressed down and couldn't breathe, let alone support herself to look at me.
Perhaps because it had been clamped for too long, my mother's delicate foot was now turning slightly red. It was cramping and trembling weakly in the air. What
if it really had lost all feeling? A bolder idea suddenly popped into my head. So I slowly moved my mouth towards my mother's small foot. At such close range, I could almost feel the warmth emanating from her foot.
I carefully extended my tongue and tentatively licked her smooth toes.
My mother didn't react. I gently licked the sole of her foot. Still no reaction.
At this point, my initial anxiety slowly subsided. My eyes were fixed on the reaction inside the car, while I opened my mouth wide and took my mother's delicate foot into my mouth. I began to suckle. The salty taste of her sweat, mixed with her faint fragrance, mingled with my saliva, and I swallowed it. I had never imagined that one day I could be so close to my mother's small feet, those silk-stockinged feet I had longed for day and night.
Just as I was greedily exploring and sucking between my mother's toes with my tongue, she seemed to sense something was wrong with her feet. She struggled desperately, trying to pull her feet back in through the window. However, the car window was tightly clamped around her ankles, making it impossible for her to move.
"Teacher, that's right. The harder you twist, the better it feels for me, haha." "...Ah...let me in, it hurts so much...there are people outside...uh...uh...uh..." Before my mother could finish speaking, the boy silenced her with his mouth.
I greedily sucked on my mother's two exposed toes, constantly rubbing the high heels that held my penis inside, while nervously watching the situation inside the car.
Suddenly, the boy reached into my side of the car door, and the window suddenly rolled down. I was so scared that I quickly crouched down, and my mother finally managed to pull her abusive feet back in, but the window didn't roll back up. The battle inside seemed to be getting more and more intense; I could clearly feel the car shaking more violently.
【over】

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