Mother's Nighttime Desires - Incest Novel

This post was last edited by haizi084 on 2015-08-03 at 19:59.
A while ago, Dad was sent to Pakistan by his company to be in charge of some kind of project, leaving only Mom and me at home. Mom calls Dad every few days, and here we go again. "Xiaoquan, come and drink this glass of milk, it's time for bed," Mom called out as usual after hanging up the phone. Oh no, more milk? I paused my game and walked out of my room with a somewhat gloomy face. Mom was lounging lazily on the sofa. It was early autumn, and the weather wasn't very cool. Mom was still wearing a light, off-white nightgown, which clung to her body, perfectly showcasing her shapely figure. However, I only glanced at it twice before looking away; after all, I don't have any Oedipus complex. The milk was on the dining table, and I sat at the table staring at it blankly. I'd been drinking milk every night for half a month now, and the smell made me feel nauseous. I stole a glance at my mom on the sofa. Although I couldn't see what she was doing, she was definitely not paying attention to me. I picked up the cup, went to the kitchen, poured the milk down the drain, carefully washed it, and put it back on the table. Then I said, "I'm done drinking it, and um, I'm done washing it." Mom seemed very happy. She sat up from the sofa, her face flushed, looking even more charming under the light. She smiled and said, "Good girl. Okay, go to sleep now. Milk makes for a good night's sleep." That's true; I've been sleeping very well for the past two weeks. Oh. I nodded and obediently went back to my bedroom, turned off the computer and lights, and lay down on the bed. Only after hearing the living room lights go out and then hearing my mother's footsteps from the living room to the bedroom did I take out my phone to play. I don't know how much time passed, but I heard my mother's bedroom door open slightly. I quickly locked my phone, pretended to be asleep, but listened carefully to the sounds outside. The footsteps gradually faded away; it seemed they weren't coming to my room. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then I heard the security door open, followed by the sound of it closing. The sound was low, but still clearly audible in the quiet night. I was puzzled and checked my phone; it was almost midnight. What was my mother doing? Then I heard an extremely seductive voice, one that ignited an indescribable flame within: "Why are you so late today?" It was my mother's voice. Who was she talking to? Then, to my shock, I heard a man's voice: "But didn't I come?" "Why are you already so obsessed with me? Come on, let me feel if it's wet." "How annoying!" Although Mom said this, there was no hint of blame in her tone. I held my breath. Mom was cheating on me! Who was this man?! I should have been furious, but I only felt my heart pounding, like that vulgar description, about to jump out of my throat. My hands were gripping the sheets tightly, my palms were sweaty, but this was definitely not a sign of anger, but rather tension and excitement. I lay in bed, afraid to make a sound, and then I heard their footsteps getting closer and closer, and they stopped right at my door. I didn't know what to do when I heard the man laugh and say, "What, you gave our son sleeping pills again? Aren't you afraid of something bad happening?" Sleeping pills. I was stunned. No wonder I'd been sleeping so well for the past two weeks. I heard Mom giggle and say, "Go away, who's your son? I only give him sleeping pills when you come. I don't give him any at other times." "The man was clearly just asking casually; he didn't care about me in the room at all. He jokingly said, 'Why isn't he my son? Isn't your son my son? Why don't we go and get a son right now?' 'Oh my god, you're going to kill me! Put me down!' My mother let out a soft scream. Judging from her words, the man must have picked her up. Now she's yelling for me to be put down; later she'll be yelling for her husband to hold her tight." "The man leered, then ignored my mother's persistent whining and carried her to my parents' bedroom. 'Close the door…' That was the last thing I heard, followed by a bang as the bedroom door slammed shut. I breathed a sigh of relief, swallowing hard. Was this… was this my mother? What was going on? I walked barefoot on the cold floor, pressing my head against the door. Between the two doors, I couldn't hear anything that was happening inside. My breathing trembled. After a few deep breaths, I finally made up my mind and secretly opened the door a crack. There was no one outside, and the opposite bedroom was closed. I tiptoed to my parents' bedroom door and slowly pressed my ear against it, finally able to faintly hear what was happening inside. I heard the man say in a teasing tone, 'Your breasts seem to have gotten even bigger. I've worked so hard, shouldn't you reward me with something?'" "You scoundrel, what do you want as a reward? Ugh...you're so annoying." Mom suddenly groaned, not knowing what the man had done. I reached into my underwear and grasped my already rock-hard penis, my heart filled with indescribable feelings, but mostly excitement. I imagined how that man would play with my mother, and my whole body trembled. I became incredibly annoyed by the door; it blocked my view, and I could barely hear anything. Right, I could go to the balcony. The window of that room opened onto the balcony, so I could see right through it. I tried to slow my pace and quickly reached the balcony. The room was brightly lit, and the window was closed, making it much brighter inside than outside. They definitely couldn't see what was happening outside, so I could stand outside and watch without worry. The mother's face grew increasingly flushed, her eyes glazed over, and she let out seductive moans in the man's ear. She had been half-supporting herself to make it easier for his hand to move in and out of her, but he continued to tease her slowly and deliberately, igniting a burning desire within her. Taking advantage of the moment when his hand slipped inside her underwear, the mother relaxed her body, no longer supporting herself, and pressed his hand under her full, firm buttocks. A smug smile played on her lips, but her tone remained coquettish. She pressed her face against the man's chest, flicking his nipple with her index fingernail, and said, "You naughty boy, always teasing me, hehe, let's see what you do now?" "As soon as Mom finished speaking, she suddenly tilted her head back, revealing her long neck. Her body stiffened for a moment, then went limp against the man's body. The hand that had been playing with his nipple now rested limply on his waist. The man leaned down and licked Mom's earlobe, which made her tremble again. He said in a smug and lewd voice, 'Now you know what I'm going to do.'" The man used the fingers that had been pressed under his mother's buttocks to tease her already wet vulva. Whether it was his skill or his mother's extreme sensitivity, his actions clearly aroused her. She lifted her head from his body, her eyes glazed over as she stared at his face. Then, she raised herself up and offered her naturally pink lips to him. The man, of course, wouldn't let such an opportunity pass him by. He lowered his head and lightly pecked her lips before lifting his head without hesitation, a lewd smile on his face as he looked at her face, now exceptionally alluring with excitement. Seeing the man lower his head and close his eyes, Mom expected a passionate kiss that would somewhat quell the fire in her heart. However, the man only touched her lips briefly before pulling away. Puzzled, she opened her eyes and saw the man staring at her with a half-smile. She immediately understood what he was thinking and felt a surge of shyness. But the burning desire within her suppressed that slight shyness. Mom straightened up and leaned towards the man's lips to kiss him, but just as she was about to kiss him, the man repeatedly moved his lips to the side, making Mom blush deeply. Instead of trying to capture his lips, Mom playfully scolded, "You're so naughty, always teasing me..." Before she could finish speaking, the man suddenly sealed her lips with his, his tongue seemingly teasing hers. I could even hear the smacking sounds between their lips from outside the window, though perhaps it was just my imagination. After a long while, the man finally released his mother. Her face was flushed, her large breasts heaving with each heavy breath. She leaned weakly against the man's chest, squinting as she looked up at him, still murmuring relentlessly, "What a bad guy."The man grinned lewdly, pulled his left hand from my mother's panties, and waved it in front of her. The light shone on his hand, and even through the window, I could see the glistening substance—her vaginal fluid! It was the fluid flowing from my mother's vagina; I hadn't expected there to be so much. I swallowed excitedly, stroking my own penis up and down. At that moment, I had completely forgotten about my father; only burning desire remained in my heart. I eagerly anticipated how the man would play with my mother next. My mother turned her head away, refusing to look at the man's hand in front of her. Although she knew she had just produced a lot of vaginal fluid under the man's teasing, she still couldn't help but feel a little shy when he held his hand, covered in her fluids, in front of her. The man gently licked my mother's ear and whispered, "Sweetie, why don't you look at what this is?" My mother's voice held a hint of reproach, but even more so, shyness: "I won't look! You're just teasing me." "I'm not teasing you, but since you said that, wouldn't it be a bit unreasonable if I didn't tease you a little?" The man smiled wickedly, then said in a tone like he was coaxing a child, "Come on, clean it up." My heart leaped into my throat. What choice would my mother make? I really didn't want to see her agree to that man's request, but when I pictured my mother sticking out her tongue to lick the man's palm, the fluid from her own vagina, I trembled with excitement. "No." My mother resolutely refused, which relieved me, but at the same time filled me with disappointment. However, I immediately realized that my mother's words were somewhat insincere. The mother, who had been looking away, now stared at the man's hand in front of her, her eyes flickering. "It's so dirty, I'm not going to lick it." The man meant to clean it, but the mother meant to lick it clean; clearly, the thought was already in her mind, but she was too embarrassed to actually do it. A little coaxing from the man would make her obediently do as he said. "How can it be dirty? Anything related to my darling smells delicious." As he spoke, the man put one of his fingers in his mouth and sucked on it for a while, then looked down at the mother in his arms and said, "Mmm, it smells so good. The water flowing from my darling's little hole is just different." As he spoke, he offered his hand to the mother again. This time, the mother didn't refuse. She first gave the man a coquettish glare, then slightly opened her alluring little mouth, letting the man put his finger in her mouth, her eyes blinking as she looked at him, appearing exceptionally lewd. A satisfied look appeared on the man's face. He inserted his index and middle fingers into his mother's mouth, playing with her tongue as they swirled and stirred. His other hand stroked her dark hair like he was petting a pet. His mother obediently let him do as he pleased, her tongue licking back and forth in rhythm with his fingers. A trickle of clear saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, falling slowly under the influence of gravity onto her exposed breasts, which looked particularly erotic under the light. The man slowly removed his fingers from his mother's mouth, licked them with his tongue, and said with satisfaction, "Mmm, so sweet, baby's saliva is so sweet." He then lowered his head and kissed his mother's lips. His mother tilted her head back to cooperate, wrapping her arms around his neck. The man's hands caressed her bare back. They finally separated, still seemingly unsatisfied, after catching their breath. One of them, standing up, half-squatted between the man's legs, her hand still stroking his already erect penis. Her face was full of wanton lust, devoid of any shyness, as she said, "This naughty thing, it's really uncomfortable." Without waiting for the man to reply, Mom reached for his waist, trying to pull down his pants. The man, already unable to restrain himself, cooperated, slightly lifting his buttocks, pulling down his pants and underwear to his knees, revealing his already rock-hard penis. I looked down at my own throbbing penis, then up at the other man's. It was clear my penis was much smaller, which made me feel very frustrated. A dark thought crept into my mind: was it because Dad's penis wasn't big either that Mom was taken by another man? Mom let out a soft gasp, a charming smile playing on her lips as she gave the man a flirtatious glance. Her small, jade-like hand grasped his penis; the dark red of his penis seemed somewhat mismatched with her delicate white hand. Mom's hand gently stroked his penis up and down, clearly stimulating him greatly. He let out a soft moan, bracing himself against the bed with both hands, his eyes half-closed in enjoyment. I, too, gripped my own penis tightly, and seeing the man's blissful expression, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Mom, your son has a penis too, and you're playing with another man's penis while you can only watch yourself masturbate. Just then, I heard Mom say in a coquettish tone, "You seem very excited today?" I quickly snapped back to reality, focusing intently on the scene in the room. Hearing his mother's words, the man slowly opened his eyes. Looking at his mother kneeling between his legs, a smug expression crossed his face. He seemed quite satisfied with having conquered such a beautiful woman. Moreover, this woman had even drugged their child to facilitate their affair. Seeing her so submissive in front of him always gave him a psychological orgasm, even before physical pleasure. He chuckled and said, "What?" His mother seemed unfazed by his condescending tone. Her eyes were fixed on his penis, a look of longing on her face. She hesitated, then said, "You naughty boy…it seems to have gotten bigger again." As she spoke, she released his grip on his penis, as if to demonstrate, but suddenly stuck out her bright red tongue and licked the head of his penis. The man was completely unprepared; the lick sent a shiver down his spine. The mother, sitting close to the man, clearly felt him flinch. She tilted her head back and smiled playfully at him, a gesture that didn't seem like that of a woman with a seventeen-year-old child, but rather like the smile of a teenage girl after a lighthearted joke with her boyfriend. The mother had been squatting between the man's legs for a while, and her legs inevitably went numb. She finally knelt down, giving the man a sidelong glance. Kneeling brought her body lower than when squatting, but closer to the man's penis. She reached out and grasped the lower half of his penis, freeing the glans, and with her other hand, tucked her loose hair behind her ear. She lowered her head and took the glans into her mouth, seemingly circling it with her tongue. A beautiful woman obediently kneeling between your legs, sucking your penis—this is incredibly exciting for a man, especially since this woman is someone else's wife; the excitement is amplified. You see, nobody's addicted to oral sex, or finds it pleasurable. The sole purpose of doing it is to please the man in front of them. The man was now completely satisfied, but I was standing outside the window, dumbfounded. Was this really my mother? In my memory, my mother, though beautiful, always had an air of superiority. But now, she was kneeling at a man's feet, sucking his penis. I felt my brain was going to shut up. My mother moved her hand down further, removing her mouth from the man's glans, breathing slightly heavily. Once she had calmed down, she gave the man a seductive glare, then bent down and took his penis into her mouth again. This time, it wasn't just licking the glans; this time, she was really giving him a blowjob. My mother's head moved up and down between the man's legs, her lips stretched wide by his penis, trying to close them, her throat contracting as she inhaled, giving the man a feeling of tightness. "Huff...huff...huff..." The man panted heavily, clearly enjoying his mother's actions. He ran his hands through her long, dark hair, but didn't force her head down for a deep throat; he simply stroked her head. I was standing outside the window, separated by glass. I could hear conversations, but some subtle sounds were inaudible. However, I could still imagine the sucking sounds of his mother. His mother released his penis, wiped the drool from her lips, and looked at the man sitting on the bed with a seductive and expectant gaze: "How was it, you bad boy? Was it good?" "Oh, wife, you're getting better and better. Have you been secretly practicing lately?" The man said casually, but his mother lowered her head shyly, no longer daring to look at him.I suddenly remembered why we'd suddenly bought so many cucumbers lately. It turns out Mom did all this to please the man in front of me! She even said cucumbers were nutritious and told me to eat more. Humph. The man, seeing Mom's expression, understood. He just chuckled and didn't say anything. Mom rolled her eyes at him but didn't object to him calling her "wife," which seemed to be her tacit agreement. After all, she was already kneeling before him, giving him oral sex; what was wrong with him calling her "wife" a few times? Mom opened her pink lips again and took his penis into her mouth, licking it back and forth with her tongue. Her head moved up and down, rotating, stimulating his penis from various angles. Her hands weren't idle either, gently stroking his testicles. This action made the man groan involuntarily. "Ouch, so good, my dear wife... your tongue is so... so nimble, suck tighter, yes, yes, just like that, sweep your tongue around here a few more times, ouch... so comfortable..." The man closed his eyes in pleasure, but he immediately opened them again. A beautiful woman was kneeling between his legs, obeying his commands and licking his penis. He would regret it if he didn't take a few more glances at this scene. The mother seemed excited by the man's praise and worked even harder. Her head bobbed up and down, her mouth licking his penis faster and faster, her tongue sweeping more and more intensely, and she would occasionally rotate her head to change the angle so that the man's penis could feel even better. "My dear wife, you, you suck deeper." The man couldn't help but call out. After saying it, he regretted it a little. Was he being too rash and scaring away the wife he had finally won over? Who knew that with the man's penis in her mouth, Mom gave him a seductive glare, then placed her hands on his hairy, dark thighs, lowered her head, and struggled to push his penis down her throat. The man hadn't expected Mom to so readily comply with his request for a deep throat; he could feel his penis already penetrating the woman's throat. Mom slowly pushed his penis deeper into her throat, a process that made her extremely uncomfortable. The sudden appearance of the penis in her throat made her gag. Just as she was about to spit it out, the man, who had been stroking her hair, pressed his hands firmly against her head, rendering her immobile. Her hands involuntarily pounded against his thighs. Mom felt incredibly uncomfortable, but the man felt extremely good. His penis was inside Mom's throat, tightly gripped by the muscles, and the gagging caused the muscles in her throat to rub against his penis, creating a sensation very similar to being inside a woman's vagina. Just as the man was enjoying himself, he sensed his mother trying to move her head away. Reluctant to give up this wonderful feeling, he tightened his grip on the back of her head, forcing her to push his penis further down her throat. His mother was in excruciating pain, constantly gagging, but the man's penis held her firmly in place. Her fair face was pressed against his dark, somewhat stiff pubic hair, and she could smell the pungent odor emanating from it—or rather, the scent of male hormones. Although she could smell it, she couldn't breathe. She frantically pounded on the man's thighs with her hands, but he didn't react, continuing to press her head down until she felt she was about to faint. Then, the man pulled her hair back, finally pulling his penis out of her mouth, along with a large glob of saliva that dripped down her chin. My mother coughed violently, her body slumped against the man's legs, tears streaming down her face. Her hair was a mess, a far cry from her former elegant self. A surge of vengeful excitement welled up inside me. Serves you right for cheating! See? That man never considered you his beloved; he just came to vent his frustrations. Get rid of him! The man gently bent down and helped my mother up. She obligingly sat between his legs, her round, firm buttocks pressed against his penis, still glistening with her saliva, which he had just removed from her mouth. The man tenderly lowered his head and gently licked away the tears on his mother's face, one by one. This gesture instantly dispelled the resentment his mother had harbored towards him. After catching her breath, she smoothed her disheveled hair, pouted, and said plaintively, "You bad man, forcing me to do that kind of thing, it was so uncomfortable." She coughed twice, as if to prove her point. The man, a seasoned player in the game of love, knew the woman in his arms wasn't angry; she just wanted him to comfort her. He whispered a few words in her ear, and the plaintive expression vanished, replaced by a smile. She lightly punched the man a few times, squirming in his arms. Because of the glass between them, and the fact that he had whispered, I couldn't hear what he said to my mother. I only knew that things hadn't progressed as I had initially imagined. The man, holding his mother's waist, suddenly flipped her over, pinning her to the bed. This action elicited a gasp from her, which she quickly suppressed, gazing tenderly at the man on top of her. Looking into her eyes, the man said affectionately, "You made me feel good just now; now it's my turn to make you feel good." As he spoke, he straddled her thighs, his hands reaching directly for her breasts, still covered by her bra. "Covered" wasn't quite accurate; the see-through lingerie offered little protection. The man didn't lift the bra, but instead held them outside, slowly kneading them. Her breasts, too large for his hands to grasp, swayed with his touch, but the black lingerie concealed them. His mother had just experienced a small climax in his hands, her body still aroused; the thin, sheer bra offered no cover for her already erect nipples. She lay on the bed, her eyes half-closed, feeling the man's large hands kneading her carefully maintained breasts. She could also feel his testicles rubbing against her lower body, and a hungry look appeared on her face. The man gently massaged his mother's breasts, and seeing the expression on her face, he knew she was losing control. Suddenly, he used his thumb and forefinger to pinch her erect nipple through her bra, first gently kneading it, then pulling it slightly outward, and then suddenly squeezing it harder. "Mmm..." His mother moaned from his sudden attack, her face flushing even more. Her already half-closed eyes dared not open even more, and she just lay there letting the man do as he pleased. The man became somewhat unsatisfied. He leaned down and whispered something in his mother's ear, then licked her ear with the tip of his tongue, causing her body to tremble. My mother was so sensitive. I was curious about what the man had said to her, but I soon knew the answer. My mother shifted slightly, and then the man's hands easily ripped off the bra that had covered her breasts for so long. Her breasts, having had enough of being confined, were finally free and swayed slightly from side to side. I swallowed hard. This was probably the first time I could remember seeing my mother's breasts; those childhood memories were long forgotten. My mother's breasts were very firm. Although there was no bra to support them, they didn't sag at all, still proudly standing tall. Her nipples were hard, like two cherries adorning the peaks of her snow-white breasts. My mother blushed and slowly sat up, spreading her legs, completely revealing her secret to the man before her. Then, with a pull at her waist, the bows on both sides came undone, and her panties, the last line of defense, slipped down. The mother placed her hand on her already soaking wet vulva and slowly rubbed it, looking at the man with seductive eyes, letting out alluring moans: "Mmm, it's all wet, it hurts so much, ah... ah..." She spread her hands apart and said coquettishly to the man, "Good man, come quickly, I feel so empty." The man could no longer restrain himself. He leaned down and aimed his penis at the mother's opening and closing vulva, but didn't rush to insert it. He just rubbed it up and down and side to side, saying mercilessly: "You just called me a bad guy, and now you're a good guy. Looks like you really are a slut."The mother was blinded by desire. The man's penis rubbed back and forth at the entrance of her vagina, occasionally touching her already erect clitoris, making her already empty vagina even more itchy. She wrapped her legs around the man's buttocks, responding to his words: "I'm a slut, my vagina is so itchy, hurry, hurry and put it in." She wrapped her arms around the man's waist, trying to pull his body down so that his penis could enter her vagina. Without the slightest hesitation, Mom seemed to have said this many times before: "Big cock, this slut wants a big cock! This slut wants her husband's big cock." "But your husband is abroad right now, sigh, never mind." As he spoke, the man made a move to get off Mom, but Mom grabbed him with both arms and squeezed him even tighter with her legs: "Husband, you're my husband, that good-for-nothing isn't, husband, give your wife your big cock, I want a big cock so badly!" The man smiled with satisfaction, and he leaned down and said: "Okay, I'll feed you, you slut, your big cock!" Before he finished speaking, he forcefully thrust into Mom's pussy, the place where I was born. Then two groans echoed in the room, one was Mom's satisfied sound, and the other was the man's pleasure. Outside the window, I had long since given up. Hearing Mom's satisfied groans, my cock, which had been stroking me, throbbed wildly, and a stream of milky white semen shot onto the floor. After ejaculating, my desire didn't subside; instead, it intensified because of my mother's moans. My penis was erect again before it had even fully softened. In the bedroom, my mother's originally fair face was now flushed a seductive crimson from the intense movements and the boiling lust within her. Her bright red lips were tightly bitten by a row of pearly white teeth, and seductive moans of desire occasionally escaped from her alluring mouth… "Mmm…mmm…ah…ah…" "Slap…slap…slap…" The sounds of the man thrusting into my mother grew faster and faster. "You…are you happy now? Are you enjoying it? I'll fuck you to death…you slut…you little slut!" the man said breathlessly as he moved on top of my mother. "Ah…ah…so…good…fuck me…fuck…" my mother let out another lewd cry. "Say...you love me...when I fuck you...from now on...only think...about loving me..." The man thrust his penis hard against his mother's lower body a few times, then suddenly stopped, threatening her. "Move...move," the mother said with a sob in her voice, "I will always...belong to you...my good husband...I can't...leave you...ah! Move! Yes...ah..." The man then continued thrusting his penis: "Keep saying it!" "I...can't...leave you...I love...love you...your penis...good..." the mother moaned, her legs clamping the man tighter, her arms wrapped tightly around him, as if she wanted to meld him into her body. The man was finally satisfied. He wrapped his arms around his mother, then flipped her over to a woman-on-top position. He patted her full buttocks and said smugly, "Come on, you slut, move yourself! Let me see how lewd you are!" "Ugh...you bad boy..." His mother blushed. Even after so many times, she was still shy about the woman-on-top position. The man grabbed his mother's slender waist and thrust upwards a few times, arousing her desire. He then stopped to watch her movements. I, watching from outside the window, was also incredibly excited. The woman-on-top position was completely different from lying on the bed being manipulated by a man. My mother had to actively stroke the man's penis, using every means to please the man lying there. Sigh, although I don't have a mother fetish, I still felt a little regretful that the man lying there wasn't me. My mother gave the man a coquettish look, spread her legs apart beside him, and began to slowly stroke him up and down, occasionally twisting her buttocks. Her once snow-white and voluptuous body was now flushed crimson, her full breasts transformed into two lively and adorable bunnies, bouncing restlessly and creating waves of milk. The man's hands slowly slid up his mother's waist, grabbing her two trembling breasts and kneading them vigorously, her pretty nipples occasionally escaping from between his fingers. "Oh...yes...yes..." the mother gasped, struggling to move her breasts, "Harder...harder...knead...knead..." "Hmm, what are you saying? I don't understand." "Hmm...you...you're bad...bad...please...please...you...you..." the mother protested coquettishly, her body moving even more vigorously up and down. "Good girl, I don't know, what are you begging me for?" the man asked playfully. "Rub...rub...my breasts..." Mom finally pleaded, abandoning her dignity as a wife and mother, and making a shameful request under the influence of lust, "I...I...please...you...please...I...ah!...I...want..." The man then increased the intensity of his kneading of her breasts. The stimulation from her breasts satisfied Mom while intensifying her lustful desires, and she let out a loving cry from her cherry-like mouth. Mom was so wet. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. With Mom's up-and-down movements, I could see a gleaming, lustful penis going in and out of Mom's vagina. Although there was a glass between us, I could imagine the "gurgling" sounds of their bodies coming together. "Darling...I...I'm tired, I...we...change...change..." The mother was so overwhelmed by the fucking that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence. "But I...I...don't want to...separate...from you..." "What...don't separate...?" A cunning glint flashed in the man's eyes. He clearly understood the mother's feelings, but he was deliberately provoking her, wanting to hear her say lewd words. "Bad...bad...you're bad...you...know...know..." Although the mother cried out that she was tired, her body showed no sign of stopping, still moving ingratiatingly. At the same time, her slender white hands moved to the man's ravaging hands, intensifying the ravaging of her breasts. "If you don't say it, I won't understand," the man said beneath her. "Bad...oh...I...say...say, please...please...please from...from...from, from behind..." Mom said lewdly, "But...but...don't let your...your...cock leave...leave...leave...my...body..." Hearing this, a violent emotion welled up inside me. Mom was so slutty, she deserved to be ridden! "Leave what?" The man stopped moving beneath her, and at the same time, one hand left her alluring breasts and came to Mom's slender waist, forcefully stopping her movements. Mom looked at the man beneath her with half-open, hazy eyes, her pearly white teeth lightly biting her lower lip, her hands on the man's bare chest. The tingling, itchy feeling inside her vagina from the man's thick cock made her restless, shifting from side to side, trying to suppress her desire through friction. The man saw her intention and tightened his grip, stopping Mom's friction. "Say it, what don't you want me to leave you?" the man continued to ask beneath Mom."I...no..." Mom began to flirt with the man beneath her. The man looked at Mom with a wicked gaze, then suddenly thrust his hips forward, his thick penis plunging deep inside her. "Ah!..." Mom cried out softly, collapsing onto the man, "I...I'm scared." Mom finally surrendered, which was expected; it was just their playful banter. Her alluring body, clinging to the man, gradually moved upwards, pressing her full breasts against his mouth. Holding her breast with one hand, she placed her nipple in his mouth like feeding a child. The man immediately bit down on the purplish-red "grape," greedily sucking. Not content with just teasing the nipple, his mouth left the nipple, roaming over the rosy peaks of her breasts, leaving trails of saliva on her full flesh. At the same time, he thrust his penis in and out of Mom's wet vagina. "Mmm..." Mom's moans grew more intense. "Say it...hurry up..." The man's voice was hoarse as he sucked on his mother's full breasts. "I want your cock to stay in my pussy, fuck me from behind." After saying this, the mother covered her flushed face with her hands in embarrassment. "What are you ashamed of? I've already fucked you, you little slut. I want you to say it loudly. Oh, right, there's nothing, fucking you from behind, that's called doggy style!" Seeing that his mother didn't react, the man thrust his cock harder a few more times, and the mother trembled all over from the stimulation. Mom straightened up, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she looked at the man beneath her. Biting her lower lip, she finally seemed to have made up her mind, "Okay, I'll say it! I want your big cock inside my pussy, never leaving it for a moment, and then...doggy style...fuck me hard...I'm willing to be your little bitch...please fuck me nonstop!" I stared in disbelief from outside the window. I never imagined Mom would say such lewd things. Even streetwalkers wouldn't say something like that. What a slut! The man was finally satisfied and released his grip on Mom's hands, allowing her to move freely. Mom slowly sat up from the man's cock, carefully preventing his thick cock from slipping out of her pussy, trying to get as far away from it as possible. But when the head of his penis reached the entrance of her vagina, she stopped raising her body and slowly turned so that she was facing away from the man, and then she took his cock in with one thud. Mom seemed genuinely reluctant to let the man's penis leave her body. It was obvious she was straining her genitals; her tightly clenched anus was the best proof. I saw it all clearly; I never imagined my eyesight was so good. As Mom slowly pulled the man's penis to its tip, the vaginal fluids flowed down his penis, and his pubic area was already soaking wet. "Oh..." Mom let out a long sigh, then knelt on the bed, slowly raising her white buttocks. At the same time, the man cooperated with Mom's movements, slowly sitting up and standing on the floor. Finally, the position change was complete. Mom knelt on the bed, her snow-white buttocks raised high, her head resting on the pillow, her full breasts swaying back and forth. The man stood behind Mom, his hands supporting her tender white buttocks, his large hands lifting her pink buttocks from below, bobbing them up and down a few times. Mom's alluring buttocks rippled with each movement. "I'm here!" The man bent down, his large hands tightly gripping his mother's proud breasts, and thrust his lower body forcefully, his thick penis plunging into her vagina with a gust of wind. "Ah...it's here..." The mother finally received the thick penis she had longed for, and she let out a satisfied breath. The man behind her moved in and out of her vagina, his thick penis sliding in and out, bringing out a large amount of vaginal fluid that soaked both of their bodies, even wetting the man's inner thighs, which slowly dripped down his thighs, glistening with a lascivious sheen. His large, dark testicles occasionally slapped against the mother's labia, splashing waves of vaginal fluid. "Ah...ah...ah..." Mom went even crazier. I was terrified that the neighbors would hear her moans. "Faster...faster...I...I want it! I want...to be fucked to death...good...good...faster...ah..." "Scream...scream, beg me to fuck you to death!" The man shouted loudly behind her, increasing the force of his kneading of her breasts while fucking her even more frantically. "Good husband...dear husband! I...I'm going to die! You...you're so good...fuck me to death...me!" Mom cried out wantonly. The man laughed wildly with satisfaction, while one hand left Mom's breasts and reached down, exploring her clitoris in her pubic area. "Ah..." When the man's hand finally touched Mom's clitoris and began to rub it, Mom's moans became even more frantic. "Ah... I'm dying... Ah... No..." The mother pushed the man back with her hands, but he dodged, increasing the speed and frequency of his thrusts. One hand frantically rubbed her breasts, tugging at her engorged nipples, while the other hand relentlessly scratched her clitoris. "Ah... Faster... Play... me... to death... Yes... nipples... My... little... clitoris... Yes... Play together... Ah... God... Faster..." The mother no longer knew what she was saying; she probably would have let any penis fuck her as long as it was there. "Still... Still... stopping me... Should I... move...?" The man continued to tease her from behind, still resentful that she had stopped him earlier. He now only wanted to strip her of her dignity and make her his sex slave. "No...no...faster...possess me...fuck me..." Mom responded shamelessly, "Ah...faster...I...I'm coming...ah!" Mom finally reached her peak, and the man reached his climax at the same time. "I'm coming...I'm going to shoot inside..." the man roared, using all his strength to frantically thrust into Mom's tender little hole. "Ah...ah...dying...dying...shoot...shoot inside..." Mom shook her head frantically, desperately thrusting her buttocks back to meet the man's thrusts. The man's penis thrust in and out quickly a few more times, then pressed tightly against Mom's vagina, his buttocks swaying, shooting millions of sperm into Mom's uterus. Under the impact of the scalding semen, Mom finally had another orgasm. At this moment, I was also weak all over, leaning against the wall, panting heavily. I also ejaculated, but the man ejaculated inside Mom's little hole, while I could only ejaculate on the floor. Two brief, intermittent orgasms left Mom completely exhausted, and both of them collapsed onto the bed. The man's penis slowly softened inside Mom's vagina, gradually slipping out. After the intense lovemaking, Mom's vagina was wide open like a black hole, limp on the bed like a melted sugar doll, with streams of cloudy white semen slowly flowing from her wanton opening, running down her tangled pubic hair onto the bed. The man panted a few times, laboriously lifting Mom's pink buttocks. "What do you want to do…?" Mom asked the man behind her in a languid, coquettish voice. "Hehe! Lift your buttocks so my seed can stay inside longer, so you can get pregnant with my child," the man said wickedly and shamelessly. "You…you're so bad…not only did you take my body…you want me to bear your child…" Mom said dreamily, lying on the bed, but still cooperating with the man, trying to raise her buttocks so that the slowly flowing semen could flow back into her body. To give birth! Although I had already witnessed what was happening between my mother and that man through the window, I still couldn't believe that my mother actually wanted to have a child with him! Wouldn't that mean I'd have a bastard brother or sister? What about my father? Would they get a divorce if they found out? The man patted my mother's pert buttocks and said, "Good girl, having a child with your lover and letting your husband raise it, you're such a slut. Come on, clean up your lover's dick." "You bad boy..." my mother said coyly, "You're the real husband... It's his honor to let that idiot raise your child." I was already at my limit; tonight's experience was too shocking. I might as well have drunk that glass of milk. I found some tissues in the living room and hastily wiped away the semen I had ejaculated on the floor by the window, then glanced back into the room. My mother was already on the man's lap, holding his limp, ejaculated penis in her mouth, licking it with her tongue while looking at him seductively. It looks like there's going to be another big battle, but I'm in no mood to watch anymore. I forced myself to go back to my room, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep immediately. "Koizumi, Koizumi, wake up." When I opened my eyes, it was already daylight. My mother was calling me to get up as usual, but my mood was different. My mother looked exceptionally radiant today. Indeed, women are always beautiful after sexual satisfaction. But her clothes were a bit strange today. It was still quite warm, yet she was wearing a high-necked shirt, and the buttons around her neck were fastened."Mom, why are you dressed like this?" I seemed to have some answer in my mind, but I still asked. Her expression was indeed a little unnatural, and her voice was a bit hoarse—probably the result of shouting so loudly last night: "Cough cough, Mom has a bit of a cold, that's why I'm dressed like this." A cold, what a convenient excuse! But from my angle, I can clearly see the hickey on your neck. Oh, Mom. Mom turned and left my room, her gait still a little unnatural, her hand on her lower abdomen, a sweet smile on her face. As if remembering something, Mom turned back and said, "Xiaoquan, I've ordered milk coupons, so getting milk won't be so troublesome anymore." Hehe, milk, that's really a good thing.

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