Mother and daughter stealing a moment of pleasure

It was a suffocating, oppressive midday. Not a breath of wind stirred; the air was so still it was maddening. The whole village was silent, no one was talking, not even the dogs barked. A stifling feeling threatened to burst from one's chest. The mother, having finished combing her hair in the yard, dampened it with water and wiped her forehead. A woman in her fifties, as graceful as a young woman just emerging from a bridal sedan chair, took a few steps and spoke: "Mule, keep an eye on him. I'm going to the temple; I'm afraid I'll be back late." With that, she gathered up the rotten vegetable leaves piled on the pond, her plump rear end swaying back and forth.
Mule sullenly exhaled the last puff of smoke, flicking the cigarette butt far away. He saw his mother turn away and go into the main room. After squatting quietly for a while, Mule suddenly jolted, leaping off the numb wooden stake, straightening up. A moment of dizziness washed over him, but he steadied himself, feeling slightly unsteady, and followed her inside. Mule's mother's room was dark, the curtains thick and oppressive. The kitchen cabinet was open, and at first glance, no one seemed to be inside. But then, behind the bed curtains, a woman huddled in a corner, her bodice slightly open, revealing a pair of sagging breasts, her hands trembling as she changed her clothes. Hearing the noise, she quickly covered herself. It was her son! Standing in the doorway, his thick frame like a wall, Mule's mother relaxed her elbows, scolding him playfully: "You didn't even make a sound, you scared me to death!" Mule didn't reply, but took a few steps forward. Mule Mom lifted one side of her dress, and Mule Boy took it, pulling off one sleeve for her. Her bare shoulder was a smooth, white flesh. Mule Mom stretched out another arm, and Mule Boy pulled off the other one, revealing the woman's full back. Mule Boy casually ran his hand across her back. *Smack!* Mule Mom slapped his arm. Mule Boy snorted twice, as if laughing, and Mule Mom laughed too. A fly was buzzing around in the room, then landed on the woman's plump, sagging breasts. Mule Mom tried to shoo it away, but her son's hand was faster; the fly flew away, but his hand remained on it.
"Don't be so stubborn!" Mule's mother pinched the back of his hand hard, her ears turning slightly red. "Help me hand over my clothes." Mule didn't listen, his hand sliding down until it reached the woman's waistband. The woman stiffened, closed her eyes, and murmured, "Going to the temple...going to the temple...we can't do that." Mule didn't say a word, but pulled the woman's neck close, turned her head, and the two kissed. The mother's lips were dry and parched, igniting a fire in Mule's mouth, and his hands began to thrash and grope. The woman, panting, cried out, "What a sin...we're going to see the Buddha...let go!" Her voice was stern at the end. Her son, however, was never obedient. He reached into his mother's crotch, pulling down her leg, almost knocking her over. Ouch! The woman lost her balance, grabbing her son's shoulder and neck to keep from falling. With a slap, she raised her hand and struck him across the face. Mother and son were stunned, silent for a moment. After a while, the mother said softly, "Go...close the door." Mule closed the door, turned around, and the woman had already loosened her belt…
Mule Mom's pubic hair was long and black, clinging to her vulva like two tangled tufts of grass, the brown flesh in the middle slightly wrinkled. Mule Boy was fascinated by this; after touching it a couple of times and glancing at it, his penis became erect. Mule Mom grasped Mule Boy's penis, slightly out of breath: "Little radish head wants to go back to his mother's home." Mule Mom's lower body was slow to become wet, so Mule Boy rubbed and lingered his penis at the entrance of her vulva, the two talking as they went. "Wait a little longer." Mule Boy's hands slid along Mule Mom's back, gradually reaching her buttocks. The woman's body suddenly trembled, and she sighed: "...Go in." Mule Boy grunted, his large penis erect, aimed at her vulva, and sank in. Mule Mom's eyes were somewhat unfocused, her hands on Mule Boy's shoulders clenched tightly, as if waiting for something. Her son's penis was gradually swallowed completely.
Slow down... I'm getting old... my back aches. ...I know. Even as she said this, the thing went in, like being enveloped in a hot, moist cave, sticky and warm, and she couldn't help but thrust back and forth. Mule Mom's stiff face looked like she was crying, her brows furrowed, her hair disheveled, making her look somewhat young. Mule Boy's heart warmed at the sight, and he panted heavily, thrusting harder. Mule Mom swayed with his movements, her pale hands falling from her son's shoulders to her back, aimlessly groping. The old bed creaked at the same time. Mule... slow down...! Mule Mom spoke like a sick person's groan, her appearance exceptionally frail. Hmm! Hmm! The son didn't hear her immediately, still thrusting hard... Mule... Mom's dizzy. Mule Mom's expression, however, revealed joy, her lips trembling, a crack appearing. Her eyes narrowed to slits, like someone with presbyopia who couldn't see clearly. Like this... is it good... is it good? The mule moved slowly and deliberately, pulling out one hand and sliding it along the woman's chest and ribs. He grabbed one breast, pulled the flesh, and slid it around until it was all at the nipple. The mule squeezed it gently.
"Eeoh...eeoh...!" The woman's expression of pleasure became more pronounced, and her squinting eyes quietly closed. Mule's hands were sweaty and cold as he slid his palms down from her breasts to her abdomen. The woman's abdomen was plump and soft, with a cool, smooth feel, very pleasant to the touch. "Hmm...hehe..." The son's hands were groping his mother's body, which tickled her, and she finally laughed out loud. "What are you laughing at?" Mule's mother tried hard to hold back her laughter: "You've been naughty since you were little...you always like to grope and touch..." Mule himself didn't know: "Really?" Mule's mother laughed breathlessly: "Back then, when I was doing that with your father, heaven knows you reached out a hand and touched...touched that place and your father couldn't take it...really?! Really?!" Black Mule got excited when he heard this and thrust his hips a few times. Mule's mother whimpered and couldn't say a word for a long time. At this moment, a gust of wind came and lifted a corner of the bed curtain. The light suddenly shone brightly into the house, startling both mother and son. They glanced out the window simultaneously, paused for a moment, then resumed their frantic activity. Chickens scurried about in the yard. "Mule's mother!...Mule's mother!" Someone had indeed arrived, pushing open the kitchen door. Mule froze, startled.
"...Who is it?" Mule Mom panicked, trying to straighten up by bracing herself with her hands. Mule Cub quickly reached out to grab her, and Mom sat down on her son's palms. "I...can't you tell? The people from the temple are waiting for you! Cough...I said who it is, you guys go ahead...I...I'll tidy up a bit...and come right away!" Mule Mom spoke close to Mule Cub's cheek, her warm breath tickling his ears. His hands couldn't support his mother's weight, and Mule Cub tried to pull his things away, but Mule Mom thought he was still acting crazy, unconsciously tightening her grip on his arm and squeezing him down, so Mule Cub stopped there. A muttered voice came from outside the courtyard, muttering something before walking away.
Mother and son breathed a sigh of relief. The mother mule slumped down, her body sinking deep into her son's manhood. She tried to get up, but the sensation was too intense, so she sat back down, saying, "That's enough..." They were soaking wet, perfectly timed for their passionate union. Even the slightest movement caused her to sink deeper, the intense pleasure overwhelming them. Mother and son lingered, reluctant to part, for a while. The mother mule, being older, knew it wasn't over and said, "I'm getting up..." The young mule grunted and withdrew, pulling out a sticky fluid. The mother mule quickly pressed her hand against the opening. A disheveled woman, her back a glistening white, her loose abdominal muscles trembling, her white buttocks swaying, bent over and went to the corner of the bed to find toilet paper. Hmm… Knowing her son was groping her from behind, Mule Mom didn't pay him any attention for a moment, only gently wiggling her bottom. Suddenly, she felt an itch, and something hot burned her opening. "Ouch! You…?!" Just as the woman touched the toilet paper, her son, holding onto that thing, burst in from behind again. The woman sighed inwardly; those two were both like that! They wouldn't stop until they were satisfied! She twisted her body a few times, then fell silent, lying there letting her son play with her.
This time, the son was even more aggressive, a powerful force coming from behind, trying to flip her over. The mother mule quickly grabbed the bed railing for support. *Thud!*... *Thud!* The son's thrusts grew faster and faster. The mother mule gripped the bed railing tightly, her arms trembling, a sharp, tingling pleasure rising from her buttocks, leaving her body numb for a long time. "Eek! You damned mule!... You're going to kill your mother!" The young mule thought his mother wouldn't make a sound, but suddenly he heard her scream wildly. Her waist and buttocks began to jump and twist, almost slipping out several times, only to slip back in again. The young mule, holding onto his mother's hips, thrust like a bull, wave after wave of impact. Both mother and son were quite large, and now they went wild, the room like two wild beasts trapped inside, charging and crashing about, making a complete ruckus on the bed and floor.
The quilt fell to the floor, the sheets tore, and one of the bed railings snapped. The noise subsided, and Mother Mule lay there, motionless. The mule calf panicked, trying to pry his mother's head, but she was alive, her hand on her forehead, her eyes opening and closing weakly: "This time she's really dead… Mule… why did you do this to your mother so cruelly?" The day before had been strange, oppressive for most of the day, and now, sure enough, thunder rumbled, and the sky darkened considerably. Then the wind picked up, and the rain followed, pelting the rooftops like scattered beans, tapping against the windows. In the yard, a few drops were initially seen, but then the rain began to pour down relentlessly. …Thank goodness, if we had gone to the temple, we would have come back soaked!
Hmm... Go! ...Mom can't take your endless fussing!
Um……
Mule...do you and your wife usually do this too?
Um……
Don't you know how to take care of yourself? ...You little rascal...You're so greedy...Eeoh...Oh!

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