It's too deep! It's too full! The wet, hot flesh feels like it's melting me!
I was so stimulated by her unreserved penetration and the tight, swirling grip of her deep flesh that I trembled all over, almost to the point of losing my mind! A beastly growl escaped my throat, and I instinctively wanted to fiercely thrust my hips back in retaliation!
"No...wait..." My mother gasped, her broken voice trembling with sobs, her body still shaking and convulsing violently, "Just...just like this...don't move...don't move..."
She gripped my waist tightly, her legs wrapping around me even more tightly, not allowing me any space to escape. Her whole body was trembling violently, as if she were nailed to this weapon and enduring a devastating bombardment of pleasure.
The wet, tight cavity contracted, sucked, and writhed wildly, as if trying to completely imprint the shape and temperature of the intruder.
"...Let Mom...slow down...a little...uh..." she moaned incoherently, each tightening of her grip sending chills down my spine. "...It's too deep...you...you little beast...you've pierced through...even your own mother's...it's pierced through...sob..."
She was breathing heavily, her body trembling uncontrollably in my arms, sweat dripping down her graceful neck.
The soft flesh enveloping me continued to suck and writhe irregularly and greedily, bringing waves of tingling, numbing currents that drove me mad.
After an unknown amount of time, the violent spasms subsided slightly, turning into a lingering, sucking-like writhing motion.
She finally released her grip on my lower back, her fingertips falling limply to rest on my tailbone.
"…Okay…" She let out a long, exhausted breath, her body still limp against me, her sweat-dampened cheeks rubbing against my chin, her voice languid and hoarse with exhaustion, "…Your turn…"
The cramped bathroom felt like a sauna. The air was thick and sticky, a mixture of the lingering sweet scent of shower gel, a strong sensual aroma, and the sweat rising from our bodies.
After that initial, almost melting spasm, my mother's body went limp, like a noodle soaked in water, pressing heavily on me. Only her legs remained tightly wrapped around my waist, pinning me to this scalding cage.
Sweat beaded on her forehead and rubbed against my chin; her hot breath hit my neck, wet and rapid.
I could clearly feel the way that thing inside my body was enveloped—the deepest, hottest part, the glans was firmly held by a ring of soft, moist flesh, like a baby's most primal sucking, gently, continuously, greedily wriggling and contracting.
Each subtle suction pulls at the most sensitive nerve endings, sending waves of tingling and numb electric currents rushing to the lower back and then spreading outwards.
"…Mom…" My voice was hoarse, as if it were being squeezed out of my sweat-soaked chest.
Her waist moved subconsciously, as if trying to pull away even a little, or to thrust back more forcefully, to relieve the intense tingling and itching.
"Don't move..." She immediately noticed, let out a muffled groan, and tightened her legs around my waist, giving me a warning.
The hand that had been resting on my lower back lifted weakly and covered my sweaty back, its fingertips gently scratching it, with an ambiguous meaning of soothing or urging.
She slightly raised her head, her damp hair brushing against my cheek, leaving only her strikingly bright eyes in the darkness.
"...That little vixen...did she do that to you?" Her voice rang in my ears, soft and breathy after her orgasm, yet unusually clear.
The soft flesh inside her body tightened again as she was questioned, like a silent interrogation.
My Adam's apple bobbed violently. The fire inside my body intertwined with her tight grip, and pleasure and a hint of humiliation from being exposed burned my nerves at the same time.
"...Hmm." He gave a vague reply, as if he had agreed.
The scene in the flowerbed during the day suddenly became clear—the young girl's sacrificial expression as she took it in, the crimson opening forced open under her skirt, and the slippery feeling her fingers had when she finally stuffed it into her lace panties… These images, now reflected in her mother's hot, tightly wrapped body, seemed even more unbearable.
"Did you get entangled with me?" she asked again, her waist twisting very slightly in my arms.
The change was so small, almost like an illusion, that it caused subtle changes even within the deep-seated flesh.
The soft flesh deep inside rubbed against the sensitive glans, and a strong, tingling sensation, like the urge to urinate, suddenly shot up up the spine.
"It's...it's her..." I managed to utter, feeling my reason being slowly pulled away by the pull deep within my body. "...She...refused to get up..."
A very soft, cold laugh escaped from her nostrils, it was hard to tell whether it was from anger or something else.
"...Just like her mother...she needs to be disciplined…" she said, and the hand that was stroking my back suddenly pressed down hard, with a strong guiding force, while her waist arched backward sharply!
"Ugh!" This sudden movement almost made my spine crack!
Her body was uncontrollably propelled forward, crashing against him!
The tightly wrapped murder weapon instantly pierced deeper and hotter into the desolate abyss!
The very tip of the glans seemed to have broken through an extremely flexible, hot, and sticky barrier!
"Hiss—!" The mother herself gasped for breath from the unreserved penetration, letting out a long, broken sob.
Her tightly bound legs suddenly convulsed, her toes curled up so tightly that her nails scratched the skin on my side.
"Push...push through...you little beast...you really want to...kill your own mother..." she cursed through tears, but the tingling suction and writhing inside her body suddenly became frantic with this violent, deep thrust!
It's like countless tiny mouths simultaneously sucking and biting wildly!
The sudden, intense pleasure overwhelmed me, making my vision go black and completely shattering any remaining thoughts I had about my sister.
A suppressed, beast-like growl escaped his throat, and his lower body muscles tensed uncontrollably, instinctively responding to the deadly suction!
The initial actions were somewhat tentative and forced into a desperate rage.
With forceful thrusting of the waist and hips, I felt the flesh walls being forcibly stretched open, the scalding resistance from the friction, and each penetration was accompanied by the soft flesh deep inside tightening even more frantically.
The spot where she pressed his buttocks became a fulcrum; each time he pulled back and then thrust back in fiercely, it brought a dull thud of flesh colliding, amplified and echoing in the enclosed bathroom, masking any subtle sounds of the night outside the door.
"Smack... Splurt... Smack..."
The sounds of flesh colliding and water mingling together.
Soon, this savage rhythm lost its order.
The fire that had been roaring deep within her body all night finally found its most direct outlet, galloping wildly like a runaway horse in her warm, moist nest.
The thrusting became faster and faster, more and more forceful, each withdrawal bringing out slippery fluid, and each insertion squeezing out an even thicker, warmer flow.
My mother's voice was broken and incoherent. Soft sobs and incoherent hums poured out intermittently from the crook of my shoulder, with a heavy nasal tone.
"…Slow…slow down…um…" she begged for mercy, but her body was being pounded like a willow catkin in the wind, and each heavy thrust made her let out a short moan.
"…It's…it's hitting my heart…don't…go that deep…it's going to break…" She shook her head unconsciously, her sweaty hair sticking to her cheeks.
But her body betrayed her words.
The warm, moist cavity seemed to have its own life, clinging tightly to the flesh, tightening with each fierce penetration, almost snapping the thick, hard weapon in two!
The soft band at the deepest part of the penis was sucking the edge of the glans frantically, and each tightening brought an overwhelming tingling sensation.
Her legs had slipped down at some point, her heels rubbing weakly against the cold floor tiles, yet every time I tried to pull away slightly, she would instinctively clamp her inner thighs tightly around my groin, preventing me from easily pulling away.
"Squeezing so tightly... how can it be slow..." I gasped, my voice hoarse.
He lowered his head and bit a small, soft piece of her exposed, sweaty neck, rubbing it gently between his teeth. But his movements below his waist became even more ferocious, as if punishing her for her stubbornness.
"No...it's all...leaked out..." My voice was tinged with lust, hinting at the sticky liquid that had been squeezed out everywhere by the intense impact.
"Shut up...uh...!" she cursed in embarrassment and annoyance, but her waist involuntarily lifted up to meet my thrusts, making my penetration deeper and more tricky.
Her fingernails left several sharp, stinging marks on my back, which then turned into feeble scratches.
"…You little bastard…fuck me to pieces…" The curse was shattered by another round of fierce impacts, turning into a distorted sob.
We were waging a silent war, devouring each other with the most primal collisions and entanglements of our bodies. Sweat poured down, dripping onto the cold tiles and onto our skin pressed tightly together.
The air was thick with a pungent, sweet smell. Each heavy breath felt like a desperate exchange of the last of their oxygen.
Pleasure is like a surging tide, wave after wave crashing against the crumbling dam.
I don't know how long the thrusting lasted, maybe just a few minutes, but it felt like centuries.
The molten lava deep within his body, which had been accumulating for too long, finally boiled to its limit. Once again, he recklessly pressed her against the door, his glans fiercely wedging into the muddy, tight, suffocating, and frantically sucking cavity. The feeling of being on the verge of exploding came fiercely!
The tingling, numbing sensation deep in my lower back instantly spread, turning into a devastating tsunami! My lower abdomen tightened abruptly!
"Mom..." A muffled growl escaped her throat, more like a dying sob. All movement froze instantly, every muscle tensed to its limit, like a bowstring stretched to its limit!
"Ugh—!!" My mother seemed to have sensed something the moment I tensed up.
Her body jerked upwards as if trying to escape, but she was pinned against the door with nowhere to run! A long, drawn-out cry, forcibly suppressed deep in her throat, squeezed out from between her teeth!
Immediately afterwards, an unprecedented, powerful, and terrifying suction force, like an exploding vortex, burst forth from the deepest part of her body!
It was as if countless greedy mouths suddenly closed, desperately and relentlessly sucking at the glans that was nailed deep inside!
The soft band around the coronal sulcus felt like a red-hot iron clamp, suddenly and forcefully constricting and clamping shut!
This sudden, deadly suction! Like the most precise detonator, it instantly ignited everything!
"Ughh ...
The scorching torrent deep in my lower abdomen, like a flood bursting its banks, gushed out violently and fiercely with unimaginable power and heat!
The scalding, viscous semen, like magma from a high-pressure water gun, relentlessly and mercilessly poured into the deepest part of the cervix, which was frantically sucking and spasming!
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft—!!"
A powerful, thick ejaculation sound exploded dully inside their tightly pressed bodies, causing her body to tremble violently from the impact!
"Hot—! No...don't shoot...ah!!!" The mother's last bit of willpower completely collapsed under the impact of this scalding torrent!
She was nailed to the door, her head tilted back, and let out a short, piercing scream that sounded like her soul had been burned through!
Immediately, the sound was completely swallowed up by the overwhelming pleasure and the suffocating feeling of being filled!
Her body convulsed violently and uncontrollably, as if struck by a high-voltage current!
She trembled violently in my arms like a puppet with its strings cut!
After the tightness of her vaginal cavity at the peak, it suddenly erupted with even more intense, spasmodic convulsions!
Like the final struggle of a dying fish! Each twitch brings a chilling suction and squeezing sensation!
It's like greedily squeezing out every drop of scalding essence!
Warm liquid was squeezed out of the gap between our tightly joined bodies by the violent spasms, flowing silently down her thighs and down the waistband of my pants that was stuck between my thighs.
The world was left with only heavy breathing and unconscious twitching deep within the body.
The bathroom was deathly silent, except for the faint sound of sweat dripping onto the tiles and our rapid, panting breaths that sounded like broken bellows from our chests.
It took an unknown amount of time, perhaps only a few dozen seconds, but it felt suffocatingly long.
The murderous weapon, deeply embedded in the muddy lair, finally softened slightly, and its deadly suction force gradually weakened, leaving only a languid, warm, and comforting feeling, echoing my heavy heartbeat.
I tried to move my numb legs and took a small step back from the cold door while holding her heavy body.
"Hiss..." Just as we separated by a tiny gap, she let out a soft gasp in my arms, her brows furrowing tightly.
The tightly connected place, the entrance that had been stretched open for too long, suddenly lost its filling, seemingly bringing an indescribable soreness and pain, and also bringing out a small stream of slippery fluid mixed with thick white semen.
She instinctively tried to close her legs, but my body blocked her way. She could only let out a muffled whimper, her head drooping weakly against my shoulder, her sweat-drenched cheeks pressed against my skin.
"...Clean it up yourself..." Her voice was weak and feeble, filled with a profound weariness and a sense of resigned indifference. Her legs trembled slightly, as if even standing was difficult.
I remained silent. The lingering effects of the previous exertion were slowly receding along my spine, leaving behind a feeling of utter exhaustion.
I slowly, bit by bit, pulled that slippery thing out of her wet, hot body, clearly feeling the supple lingering hold deep inside her flesh, and the heart-pounding, viscous fluid being slowly squeezed out with a slippery touch.
When they finally separated completely, they made a soft, sticky "pop" sound.
Her body trembled violently, and a short, muffled groan escaped her throat. Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the sweat-dampened hem of my clothes.
A thick, warm liquid, no longer obstructed, immediately gushed from between her slightly parted, swollen lips, meandering down her pale inner thighs, drawing lewd, glistening lines in the dim light.
I quickly tidied up my equally disheveled lower body, the sound of the zipper particularly jarring in the silence.
Then, I bent down and tore off a few rough tissues from the cold sink next to me.
After hesitating for a moment, I squatted down, trying to be as gentle as possible. She pushed my hand away with a weak movement, her voice muffled: "...Do it yourself..."
But in the end, she gave up struggling and let me press the rough tissue against her most unsightly and messy spot.
The tissue felt incredibly slippery and warm to the touch. It absorbed the mixed liquid almost instantly, becoming sticky and viscous.
I pursed my lips and mechanically wiped away the filthy marks that snaked down to my knees, not daring or wanting to touch the still slightly throbbing, swollen entrance itself.
Each wipe elicited a soft gasp from her and a slight tremor in her body.
He casually tossed the dirty crumpled paper into the corner trash can.
Neither of us spoke again. She leaned against the cold wall and slowly straightened her somewhat weak body.
The silk robe, already disheveled and stained with some unknown liquid, was barely wrapped back around the waist, but it couldn't hide the messy smell of the aftermath of their lovemaking.
She kept her head down, not looking at me, but simply reached out to tidy her sweaty, messy hair at her temples and pushed open the bathroom door.
The cold air filled the cramped space, carrying the chill of the night, diluting the suffocatingly warm, damp, and fishy smell inside.
I didn't watch her walk towards the master bedroom anymore; I just turned around and turned on the sink faucet.
The icy cold water splashed and washed away the sweat and the sticky residue clinging to my palms and arms, but it couldn't wash away the deep-seated heat and the heavy, unsettling emptiness.
The water roared. After a long while, I turned off the water, shook my hands, and flung the cold water droplets into the pool.
Pushing open the bathroom door, the hallway was deathly silent. The guest room door was tightly shut, and not a ray of light shone through the crack in the master bedroom door.
Only at the far end, under Shen Youyi's door, a faint ray of light shone through, like the only firefly in the darkness.
I dragged my leaden legs, my body drenched in sweat and dried by the wind, and an indescribable aura of lust and chaos, silently toward the darkness of my room.