The air was thick with the potent scent of sweat and bodily fluids, mixed with the uniquely lazy, tranquil quiet that follows climax.
I looked at my mother's sweat-dampened temples, at her slightly swollen lips, and at those eyes, clear as if washed by water, reflecting my own image. My heart swelled with a strange, unprecedented sense of completeness.
Just as I thought she would lie there until she fell asleep, Mother suddenly moved.
First, she let out an extremely soft sigh, a sigh carrying endless exhaustion yet seemingly hiding a trace of relief.
Then, she pushed up her sore, weak body, slowly, with some effort, and sat up.
She didn't look at me. Her eyes were lowered, her gaze falling below my abdomen.
There, my cock, which had just experienced two intense sexual acts and was now half-soft, lay wet and askew between my legs, smeared with a mixture of fluids, appearing utterly messy in the dim light.
Mother stared at it for a few seconds, her face expressionless, only her eyes deep and unreadable.
Then, she turned her body to the side, slowly shifted over, and lay prostrate beside my legs.
I was stunned, my mouth falling open. "Mom, you..."
She didn't respond. She just extended that pale, soft hand and gently grasped my cock, still sticky with milky white fluid.
Her fingertips were slightly cool. When they touched my sensitive skin, I couldn't help but shudder lightly.
Then, she lowered her head, drawing near.
Warm breath hit me first. Then, she parted those equally swollen, moist lips and carefully took my wet glans into her mouth.
"Hiss—" I sucked in a sharp breath, completely unprepared for this.
Mother's eyes were half-closed, her long lashes lowered.
She didn't take it deep, just enveloped the tip of my glans with her soft lips. Then, her tongue emerged, licking nimbly and meticulously around the coronal ridge and the slit, cleaning away the remnants of the semi-congealed, milky-white semen.
Her tongue was soft and hot, carrying a strange tenderness, slowly, bit by bit, gathering up that sticky fluid and swallowing it down.
Then, she began licking down the shaft of my cock, cleaning off the mixed fluids belonging to her and me that were smeared there.
She licked slowly, carefully, from the thick shaft down to the heavy testicles below, not missing a single spot.
The slick, wet tongue sweeping over my skin brought waves of tingling, cleansing pleasure, completely different from the violent stimulation of ejaculation, yet it still made my heart race and blood surge downwards once more.
I felt it—my cock, which had just retreated from its battle, was, under the service of her warm, soft mouth and agile tongue, reawakening, swelling, hardening at an astonishing rate.
Veins coiled and bulged again, the glans engorged and purplish, its size rapidly returning to its previous proud, upright state, even appearing thicker and more formidable due to the engorgement.
"Mmm..."
Mother clearly felt the change in the object in her mouth.
A muffled whimper escaped her throat. Her movements paused. She raised her eyes and looked at me with those misty, clouded eyes, her expression profoundly complex.
There was shame, helplessness, and perhaps a tremor of excitement stirred by this youthful resilience, one she herself was unwilling to acknowledge.
She didn't let go. Instead, she adjusted her angle, trying to swallow the now re-erect, even thicker glans deeper into her throat, and began taking it deeper.
"Uh... Mom..."
I arched my neck in pleasure, my fingers unconsciously tangling in her loose, long hair.
This time, the service of her mouth made my scalp tingle more than any thrust during the earlier intercourse. It was an ultimate sense of invasion, wrapped in tenderness.
She sucked with increasing force, her tongue coiling around the shaft, its tip constantly scraping over the most sensitive ridges and the slit.
I could even hear the faint swallowing sounds in her throat. Under this focused, lust-filled "cleaning," I was quickly pushed to the brink of eruption again.
Just as I couldn't resist wanting to hold her head and thrust, Mother stopped.
She slowly withdrew my now fully engorged, slick and glistening cock from her mouth with a soft *pop* and a few trailing silvery strands.
She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, her cheeks flushed deeply, her chest rising and falling slightly from the deep-throating.
She caught her breath for a moment. Then, before I could fully react, she had already climbed up on hands and knees, lifting one leg and straddling my body.
Just like that, face to face, she sat astride my hips.
The dim yellow light shone from behind her, casting a fuzzy golden halo around her naked, sweat-dampened body.
That pair of heavy, pale, massive breasts swayed violently in the air with her movements, the two crimson, stiff nipples at their peaks trembling enticingly like ripe cherries.
Her belly was flat and soft, with a hint of the plumpness unique to a mature woman. Below, that smooth, hairless, snow-white mound and the slightly swollen pink slit were right before my eyes.
I lay there, looking up at her.
This angle allowed me to take in her most intimate scenery fully and see more clearly the expression on her face—a mix of shyness, determination, and a kind of reckless abandon, as if she had thrown caution to the wind.
One of her hands reached behind her, grasping my rigidly erect, thick, burning cock.
The other hand, trembling slightly, parted the equally moist, slightly swollen lips between her thighs, revealing the even more crimson, glistening, faintly quivering flesh inside.
I could see the thick, white semen I had shot inside her earlier, mixed with her own juices, slowly seeping out along that pink slit, trailing a few lewd, wet streaks down her inner thighs.
Mother looked down, first at her parted labia, then at my purplish-red glans aimed at her entrance.
She bit her lower lip. Then, her hips slowly descended.
"Mmm..."
She let out an extremely soft moan, tinged with a sigh of satisfaction.
My glans easily pushed apart the slick, tight entrance once more and sank in. She could feel it was still warm and muddy inside, filled with the evidence of our earlier lovemaking.
But she didn't stop. She continued to sit down.
There was no resistance this time.
With the thorough stretching from before and the ample lubrication, my thick, long cock slid smoothly into the depths of her warm, tight sheath until my lower abdomen pressed tightly against the slightly damp, fleshy base of her snow-white belly once more.
"Ah... Mom... feels so good..."
I cried out in pleasure, my hands instinctively moving to hold her slender waist.
This position allowed for an exceptionally deep penetration. I could feel the glans fitting tightly against her delicate cervix.
Mother also trembled all over, placing her hands on my chest for support.
She lowered her head, her long hair falling, brushing against my face.
She looked at me, her eyes shimmering with moisture, her voice hoarse and soft, carrying a soothing, even somewhat doting tone. "Just leave it to Mom, An'an."
With that, she took a deep breath and began to slowly, tentatively, sway her hips.
At first, it was just small circular motions, letting my cock grind and stir slowly within her moist, hot honey pot.
The tight vaginal walls were stretched to their limit by the thick, hard shaft, every fold rubbing tightly against it, sending waves of bone-deep tingling and aching fullness.
"Mmm... hmm..."
Mother closed her eyes, fine sweat beading on the tip of her nose, her red lips slightly parted, releasing intermittent, sweet, syrupy moans in rhythm with her own movements.
A vague thought suddenly flashed through her mind: *My son's cock... seems... pretty good... astonishing size, young, full of vitality.*
This thought instantly made her curl her toes in shame.
*Oh my god, Su Yuqing, what are you thinking?! How can you... how can you compare this! And find it... comfortable?*
But immediately, the real pleasure of being utterly filled and rubbed, coming from deep within her body, flooded over that pitiful shred of shame like a tide.
*But... but my son's cock really feels so good... much better than Lin Jianguo's thing that always rushed to finish, half-soft and half-hard... Ah... what am I thinking! I can't think about this anymore!*
She shook her head forcefully, trying to dispel those absurd thoughts, but it only made the swaying of her hips unconsciously increase in amplitude and speed.
She began to rise and fall, letting my cock move in and out of her.
She was searching, searching for the angle and depth that would let her climb to the peak faster.
"Ah... yes... right there..." During one deep descent, the glans heavily ground over a certain spot. She threw her head back with a sharp, wanton cry, her body trembling as if electrified.
I watched, my mouth dry, my hands having long since moved up on their own, grabbing that pair of heavy, full breasts bouncing and swaying wildly before my eyes.
They felt slippery, plump, and heavy with flesh in my grasp.
I kneaded them forcefully, my fingers finding those stiff nipples, pinching and rolling them between my thumb and forefinger.
"Mmm, ah! An'an... it's all your fault...!"
Mother's delicate body trembled from my pinching. She opened her dazed eyes, looking at me with a mix of reproach and even more desire, her voice soft and seductive.
"Mom, what did I do wrong?"
I continued to knead and play with her nipples while thrusting my hips upward, matching her movements, making each penetration deeper and harder.
"It's all your fault..."
She panted, accusing me intermittently, as if venting long-suppressed emotions and physical needs. "I've been... I've been trying to forget about this kind of thing... it's been so long... since your dad... I... I thought I'd never do this kind of thing again in my life... I just wanted... just wanted to be a good mother..."
Her movements grew more intense with her words, the speed of her plump buttocks rising and falling increasing, each descent heavy and deep, making my glans strike her cervix solidly.
"Mom."
Feeling the almost melting pleasure from my lower body, watching her disheveled yet genuine appearance in the throes of desire, my voice was breathless but exceptionally serious. "You've always been a good mother. The best mother."
These words were like a key, or a pardon.
Mother's eyes fluctuated violently. The last shackle of struggle within them seemed to click open completely.
"But... but you..."
Her voice suddenly rose, carrying a sob, but it was no longer suppressed—it was unrestrained, venting. "You make me remember... I... I am also a woman! A woman who needs... needs to be loved, to be filled!"
It was as if she had completely let go, casting aside all restraint and pretense.
The swaying of her hips became wild and uninhibited. She no longer deliberately controlled the rhythm, simply obeying her body's most primal cravings, frantically riding up and down, grinding left and right, seeking every spot that could bring the greatest pleasure.
Her waist writhed like a snake set aflame, each grinding motion carrying a force that seemed to suck out my very soul. Her plump buttocks slammed heavily against my lower abdomen, emitting muffled, lewd sounds.
That tight, slick passage now became the greediest predator. Each deep descent was accompanied by the powerful sucking and scraping of her inner muscles, enveloping and squeezing from root to tip, leaving not a single gap.
"Mmm... ah! An'an... deeper... yes... right there..." Her rapid panting was interspersed with moans of satisfaction, her body's movements growing even more unrestrained.
"Ah, ah, ah! So deep! An'an... you're hitting it... hitting Mom so deep... oh... feels so good... my son's cock... so big... fucking so deep...!"
Her wanton cries grew louder and louder, filled with the most primitive lust and satisfaction.
She braced her hands behind her on her own thighs, thrusting her chest higher. That pair of massive breasts swung and bounced wildly with her savage movements, a turbulent sea of flesh, dazzling to my eyes.
Sweat soaked her temples, a few strands of hair clinging to her flushed cheeks and neck, adding to her wanton, seductive allure.
She completely controlled the rhythm. Her body was like a bow drawn taut, gathering strength, then suddenly sinking down heavily, letting my hardness wedge deeply into her softest, hottest depths.
"Uh, ah—! I'm dying... An'an... you're piercing through... Mom's being pierced through!" That deep thrust made her throw her head back, her neck arching into an elegant curve as she let out a short, sharp scream.
I was also stimulated by her reaction to the point of near explosion.
My lower abdomen tightened. The familiar urge to ejaculate swept over me like a tsunami.
I grabbed her slender yet powerful waist and began thrusting upward forcefully, matching the momentum of her downward movements.
Her core abdominal strength was astonishing. As I thrust upward, she could precisely control the speed and angle of her descent, ensuring every impact struck right at the heart of her flower.
Our pubic bones pressed tightly together, each collision sending waves of tingling electric currents. The flesh of her buttocks heaved and contorted violently under my palms, the warm sweat making the sensation even more slick.
"Oh… ohhh… good son… you're pounding Mommy… out of her mind…" With each of my powerful upward thrusts, she squeezed out broken sobs from deep within her throat.
"Mom… I'm going to come…" I gasped, panting heavily.
"Together… An'an… with Mommy… together…!"
Mom screamed, leaning forward, planting her hands on either side of my head, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall.
She looked down at me, her eyes wild and dazed, her plump buttocks rising and falling at a near-blurring, frantic pace. Each time, she sat down completely, making our pubic bones slam together with sharp, crisp "smacking" sounds.
This position pressed her fully down on me. Her heavy, pendulous breasts hung low, almost brushing against my chest, swaying and heaving before my eyes with each violent movement, creating a breathtaking spectacle of flesh.
Her lower abdomen pressed tightly against mine. I could clearly feel the tightening of her core muscles and the throbbing deep within her womb with every deep descent.
She was like a female rider mastering a wild horse in a storm, using the most primal instincts of her body to frantically extract and demand the ultimate pleasure.
"Ah! Ah! An'an! Faster… faster! Mommy… Mommy's inside… so itchy… so numb… I'm… I'm coming!" Her voice carried a sob, a sign of her breakdown at the edge of ecstasy.
Her womb contracted and throbbed violently on the brink of orgasm. The cervical opening, like a thirsty little flower, had opened a tiny, almost imperceptible slit, instinctively wanting to suck and accommodate.
"Ahhh—! Coming! An'an… give it to me… shoot it all for Mommy—!"
With another heavy, deep descent, Mom let out a climaxing, nearly shattered shriek as she reached her peak.
Her body suddenly stiffened. The inner walls of her honeyed passage contracted and clenched with astonishing frequency and intensity, as if trying to suck my entire being inside.
The clamping force was unprecedented, as if countless tiny mouths were simultaneously sucking and nibbling. From the base to the tip, every inch was tightly gripped and frantically squeezed by that scorching, slick, soft flesh.
Just as she climaxed, my glans slammed heavily against her slightly opened cervical opening.
The slit was simply too small for my thick glans to fully enter. Yet, I clearly felt it—the most sensitive tip of my glans, the urethral opening, was firmly enveloped and held by a piece of warm, tight, intensely suctioning soft flesh!
It was an indescribable sensation, as if being tightly suckled by the most tender, most greedy heart of the flower. Every convulsion of her orgasm made that tight entrance generate an even stronger suction, firmly locking onto my tip.
This stimulation was utterly overwhelming!
"Ughhhh—!"
I could no longer hold back. My defenses completely gave way. My waist bucked and convulsed violently upward. Gush after gush of scalding, thick semen.
Shot out like a high-pressure jet, all striking the opening of her delicate cervix, flooding into that slightly ajar, warm, and tight uterine cavity!
Each spurt was accompanied by even more violent spasms and suction deep within her womb, as if trying to completely drain and devour every last drop of my life essence.
She pressed down on me desperately, her body taut like a piece of red-hot iron, using all her strength to sit down firmly, letting that scalding torrent wash over her most secret, most yearning-to-be-filled nest without any reservation.
"Mmm… hot… so hot… An'an… you're shooting… shooting into Mommy's very core… ah… ah…!" Under the impact of my ejaculation, her body trembled violently, letting out intermittent moans filled with ultimate pleasure.
"Hah… hot… so hot… it's coming in… it's all coming in…"
Mom collapsed on top of me, her body still twitching intermittently. Deep within her honeyed passage, it greedily swallowed and sucked every drop of essence I had shot out.
The tight passageway still contracted sporadically, like a sated little mouth still savoring the aftertaste, reluctantly clinging to my softened member, feeling the residual throbbing and overflowing warmth inside.
She seemed completely drained of all strength, melting into a puddle of water. Her scalding cheek pressed against the crook of my neck as she gasped heavily, her exhaled breath hot and damp.
I was utterly exhausted too. The post-orgasm lethargy and the overwhelming sense of fulfillment simultaneously washed over me.
I wrapped my arms tightly around her sweat-slicked, jade-like back, locking her soft body firmly in my embrace.
The room fell quiet again, filled only with our heavy, interwoven panting like broken bellows, and the thick, cloying musk of desire and bodily fluids hanging in the air.
A long time passed before my breathing began to calm slightly.
I turned my head, my lips brushing against her sweat-dampened ear. Using all my remaining strength, I whispered softly:
"I love you, Mom."
The body in my arms trembled slightly.
Then, I heard her response, also uttered with all her might, carrying exhaustion, hoarseness, yet crystal clear. Her warm, damp breath brushed against my skin:
"I love you too, An'an."
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