Chapter 5: Licking Mom's Vagina to Orgasm in Front of Dad at the Dining Table (Revised)

I returned to the table, finished the last bite of noodles, and glanced up at the bathroom. My mother was still taking a shower inside.

The bowl of noodles across from my mother at the table had gone cold; a thin layer of oil had condensed and floated on the yellowish soup.

I took it into the kitchen, put it back in the pot on the stove, and prepared to reheat it.

The morning sunlight streamed through the half-open blinds, like tiny, sharp swords, slicing the dust floating in the kitchen into pieces.

Holding a spatula, I skillfully scooped two soft-boiled eggs, their edges slightly charred but the center still jiggling with semi-solid yolks, into a large porcelain bowl.

Steaming noodles tumble in a rich broth, emerald green scallions intertwined with golden oil, and the warm aroma instantly fills the small kitchen, attempting to create a sickly, cozy, and homely illusion.

Just then, the bathroom door clicked softly.

My mother came out wrapped in a white bath towel that barely covered her buttocks. Her hair was still wet and dripping water.

The glistening water droplets slid down her neck, which was flushed and delicate from her intense orgasm, past her deep, ravine-like collarbone, and finally gathered above her breasts, which appeared exceptionally full without a bra and with two prominent nipples, before disappearing into the depths of the bath towel along the alluring cleavage.

She walked slowly, and with each step, her bare, beautiful legs, still sore and trembling from my rough thrusting on the balcony, quivered slightly. Her rounded toes curled uneasily on the cold tiles out of shame and fear, leaving a trail of small, messy water stains on the ground.

I carried the steaming bowl of noodles toward her, my gaze like a hook, repeatedly scraping over her fair, smooth chest, which was exposed by the loose bath towel.

As I approached, my mother’s bloodshot eyes, glistening with tears, suddenly narrowed, her gaze filled with the extreme vigilance of a wild animal facing its predator.

I took a step forward, and she took a step back in alarm until her heel slammed hard against the hard shoe cabinet in the entryway, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

Her buttocks, still firm from long-term maintenance, were forced against the wooden edge, forming a breathtaking arc, while she herself looked just like a rabbit caught in a trap, her thin shoulders trembling violently from the tension.

”Mom, why are you hiding? I’m not going to eat you.” I chuckled and casually placed the heavy porcelain bowl on the dining table.

The rim of the bowl struck the marble countertop with a sharp “clang,” a sound that was particularly jarring in the quiet room, startling the mother.

I didn’t give her a chance to escape. I reached out and grabbed her slender, wet wrist, which still smelled of shower gel. I cruelly rubbed her pulse point with my fingertips, feeling her heart pounding wildly with fear.

With a little force, I pressed her limp body against the mahogany chair next to the dining table.

”Eat up, I made this myself. It would be a waste if it got cold.” I gave a knowing smile, then turned and walked towards the sink.

The sound of rushing water filled the enclosed space as I slowly and methodically washed the pots and pans, water splashing everywhere.

Although my back was to her, I could feel her gaze, filled with resentment, lingering fear, and a hint of attachment that even she herself didn’t realize, fixed intently on my back.

After a long while, I heard the soft sound of chopsticks carefully stirring the noodles behind me.

I turned off the tap and, before the white steam had dissipated, quietly walked up behind my mother.

She was burying her head in her hands, swallowing noodles with gusto, her round breasts, accentuated by the movement of her head bowed, almost popping out from under the towel.

I leaned down, my nose close to her damp earlobe, and smelled the unique scent emanating from her neck—a mixture of her body odor and the aroma of noodles, a scent that emanated from her warm body.

”Mom, did you like the eggs I fried?” I asked in a low voice, with a creepy, lewd tone.

The mother’s hand suddenly stopped, and the chopsticks full of noodles coated with golden egg yolk slipped back into the bowl, splashing a few drops of dark soup onto her bare, restless thighs.

She didn’t dare turn around, her whole body stiff as a delicate porcelain doll, her eyes filled with panic. Because she had eaten too quickly, there was still a shiny stain on her lips, which looked particularly alluring on her originally pale face.

I didn’t stop there. Instead, I took out a soft tissue from the drawer, but didn’t hand it to her directly.

I reached out, my fingertips slowly and provocatively brushing against her cold, damp shoulder, which had instantly sprung goosebumps from my gaze, and then slowly moving downwards.

My hand slipped through the gap at the edge of her bath towel and mercilessly grasped her soft, jade-like breast, which was heaving rapidly. With my fingers spread, I kneaded it forcefully in the intense tightness, feeling the sensitive nipple instantly harden and become as hard as a pebble in my palm.

”Mmm…no…let go…” She let out a short, almost pleading moan, but she suppressed it tightly for fear of disturbing her husband on the balcony.

I pressed the tissue against her inner thigh, which was stained with soup. Through the thin tissue, I deliberately circled my fingers around the edge of her tender vulva, which was still throbbing slightly and was starting to leak fluid again out of shame, feeling the warm, sticky sensation transmitted through the fabric.

“Eat without worry, Mom. As long as you behave, we can enjoy this morning quietly like this. If you dare to move around or let Dad hear anything… then what you’ll be ‘eating’ at the table next won’t just be noodles.” I maliciously licked her earlobe, feeling her body tremble like a leaf under my threat.

She bit her chopsticks tightly, then, as if avoiding disaster, sped up her eating. Her wolfing down of the noodles, coupled with her blushing face from embarrassment, completely delighted me.

The thick soup dripped down her chin, onto her chest that heaved with her heavy breathing, leaving a small, dark, suggestive wet stain along the edge of the white towel.

Just as my mother was eating her noodles quickly, I had already slipped under the table like a slippery snake.

The large solid wood dining table became a perfect cover; the shadow cast by the tablecloth just concealed my figure. A few meters away on the balcony, my father was still humming an off-key tune, holding scissors and trimming the orchid that was blooming beautifully, as if he might push the door open at any moment.

I knelt between my mother’s two fair and slender thighs, my nose almost touching her warm and moist inner thighs.

The bath towel was already loosely tied, but I roughly ripped it open, and the thick, white cotton towel slid down to her waist like a peeled fruit, completely exposing her body, which was still damp from her recent shower.

Those heavy, voluptuous breasts, bound by the bath towel for too long, were finally freed. Their nipples, hardened by tension and the stimulation of the air, had become two deep pink cherries. The edges of their areolas were covered in tiny goosebumps, trembling slightly with her rapid breathing.

Without hesitation, I buried my face in the most private and soft area between her thighs.

Her skin still carried the sweet jasmine scent of the shower gel, but even stronger was the lewd smell lingering between her legs after I had repeatedly played with her—the sticky love fluid mixed with the sweet, pungent scent from the deepest part of her body, rushing straight into my nostrils.

I opened my mouth, and my tongue began to lick upwards from the most sensitive flesh on the inside of her thigh without any hesitation. The tip of my tongue scraped across her skin, which was tightening with fear, leaving wet, silvery trails.

When her tongue finally touched that already muddy crevice of flesh, Mom shuddered violently, and the chopsticks almost slipped from her fingers.

She bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to put the mouthful of noodles into her mouth, making muffled “mmm…mmm…” sounds, pretending to taste the noodles.

But her voice was already trembling uncontrollably, and her legs instinctively tried to come together, but I forcefully pried them apart with my hands, forcing her to maintain the shameful position of having her thighs wide open.

I inserted my entire tongue into her tender opening, which was opening and closing constantly due to extreme tension.

Her labia were already engorged and swollen, the pink fleshy petals glistening with vaginal fluid, like two petals wet by rain, with clear mucus constantly seeping out from the slit in the middle.

I used the tip of my tongue to pry open her two thick labia, and rubbed my tongue back and forth against her extremely sensitive clitoris. I also deliberately used my teeth to gently nibble on the clitoris that was already swollen like a small pearl.

The mother’s waist arched suddenly, then she forced herself to sit up straight. Her heavy breasts swayed violently, and her nipples drew lewd arcs in the air.

”No…don’t do this…” Her voice was extremely low, almost squeezed out between her teeth, trembling with sobs, “Your father…your father could come in at any moment…he’ll find out…”

But the weaker her protests, the more honest her body’s reactions became.

A spasm ran deep inside her vagina, and more vaginal fluid gushed out like a burst dam, flowing down my tongue and dripping onto the chair surface where she was padded with a bath towel, quickly forming a small, dark puddle.

I deliberately made a “tsk tsk” sucking sound, circling my tongue around her opening, swallowing all the sticky love juice, and then thrusting hard into the depths of her tight vaginal muscles, mimicking the rhythm of thrusting in and out quickly.

Mom’s face was flushed red, and she tried her best to maintain a “normal” posture: her right hand held chopsticks and stirred the food in the bowl, her left hand was on the table, and she pretended to be focused on the plate in front of her.

But her eyes were already unfocused, her pupils were dilated from extreme pleasure, and her eyelashes trembled incessantly.

Every time I deliberately scraped her G-spot hard with the tip of my tongue, she couldn’t help but let out a short “Ah—”, and then immediately covered it up with a cough in a panic.

Hearing the strange noise in the living room, the father turned around and glanced at the living room.

”Cough cough… This noodle… is a little hot…” she explained softly to the air, her voice trembling, with a clear sob at the end.

I heard my father put down the scissors from the balcony, and footsteps approached from afar.

My mother froze in fright, her vagina suddenly clenching tightly, enveloping my tongue and almost suffocating me.

She frantically reached out to pull the torn towel back to cover her body, but the towel had already slipped to the edge of the chair. Her fingers only managed to grab a corner, while her other hand trembled with pleasure and she couldn’t muster any strength.

Father pushed open the glass door, carrying a pot of aloe vera, and walked in, his body exuding the fresh fragrance of flowers and plants.

”Meiru, look how well this aloe vera is growing! It’s perfect for you to use as a gel for skincare!” he said as he walked toward the dining table.

The mother was almost scared to tears.

She tried desperately to squeeze her legs together and push me out, but I held her thighs even tighter and buried my face deeper into her wet vulva. My tongue frantically probed into her contracting vaginal muscles, the tip of my tongue swirling wildly around her most sensitive spot.

”Ah…you can put it…put it on the table…I’ll make it again when I have time…” Mom’s voice had completely changed. She tried to pronounce the words clearly, but the last syllable of her words was drawn out with a long tremor, like a groan.

She stared intently at the noodles in the bowl, tears welling up in her eyes. Her chest heaved violently, and her large breasts, half-hidden by a bath towel, swayed up and down with her breath, her nipples so hard they seemed to pierce the thin fabric.

The father stood by the dining table, completely unaware of the lewd scene unfolding beneath the tablecloth.

I took the opportunity to switch my tongue to two fingers and thrust them into her already muddy and tender hole, pumping rapidly, my fingertips deliberately scraping the most sensitive soft flesh on her inner wall.

Her mother’s waist suddenly straightened up, but she immediately forced it down again. She could only grip the edge of the table tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white, her teeth biting her lower lip so hard it almost bled.

”Meiru, why is your face so red?”

”This…this noodle…is a little spicy…” Her voice was barely audible, with a clear sob in it. With each word she spoke, her vagina contracted violently, squeezing my fingers even tighter. Her juices flowed down my fingers in large gushes, dripping onto the floor.

”I knew that little bastard was up to no good!” The father’s voice suddenly rose, like a string stretched to its limit, exploding in the small living room. “He’s usually incredibly lazy, expecting everything to be done for him, but today he’s suddenly become diligent? Hot noodles, fried eggs, everything’s ready… Ha, he must have added a lot of chili to the noodles, trying to kill someone with the spiciness?”

As her patience reached its peak, the mother was too weak to speak. Her lips moved slightly, but she couldn’t utter a single word. She only managed a very soft “hmm” from her throat, like a withered leaf falling into a deep well, not even having time to create a ripple.

His eyes pierced the kitchen like knives, but when they swept over the empty stove, they missed, like a punch hitting cotton, only adding to his anxiety.

He snorted coldly, turned around and strode towards the balcony, his back stiff as iron, his steps so heavy it seemed he would trample through the floor.

The moment he turned his back to the dining table, his mother could no longer hold back.

She buried her face in her arms, her shoulders trembling violently, her vagina suddenly spasming, and a stream of hot vaginal fluid sprayed directly onto my face, filling my mouth with her sweet taste.

She bit her arm hard to stop herself from crying out, but a suppressed sob still escaped her throat.

I licked up every drop of her vaginal fluid from the base of her legs, then gently pressed my tongue against her still twitching opening before slowly emerging from under the table, a glistening silver thread hanging from the corner of my mouth, as I smiled at her flushed face and unfocused eyes.

My mother leaned weakly against the back of the chair, her bath towel hanging askew on her body. Her two snow-white breasts were almost completely exposed, her nipples wet and erect. Her tender vulva, which I had licked until it was red and shiny, was still opening and closing, dripping with water.

With her last bit of strength, she glared at me, her eyes filled with shame, fear, and undisguised lust.

”Mom, are you satisfied now? Now it’s my turn to be satisfied, isn’t it?” I raised my head, a wicked smile on my face, a string of drool hanging from the corner of my mouth, which looked especially lewd in the dim light under the table.

I could clearly see that my mother, who had been slumped in the chair, suddenly turned deathly pale as if struck by an electric current. Then, overwhelmed by shame, she became even redder than a boiled shrimp.

She gripped the towel wrapped around her chest tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

”What…what are you going to do now? Binbin…please let Mommy go…” Her voice was barely audible, trembling as if she were about to cry.

Those small, plump feet, which had become fair and tender from years of not doing heavy work, were pacing nervously against each other inside those pink plastic slippers.

Her rounded heels slipped out of her shoes due to excessive tension, landing on the cold tiles, making her pinkish flesh appear even more captivating.

I snorted coldly, ignoring her pleas, and grabbed her slender, rounded ankle with my large hand.

Her ankles were incredibly smooth, still damp from her recent shower, and felt like the finest satin to the touch.

I rudely kicked off her slippers, revealing her perfectly crafted, work-of-art bare feet to me.

Having just taken a shower, her beautiful feet exuded a fresh and alluring jasmine scent, but beneath this fragrance lay a kind of intoxicating, slightly sweaty, and subtly seductive fleshy aroma that mature women accumulate after wearing shoes and socks for a long time.

I lifted her left foot as if it were the most precious offering in the world, burying my face in her high instep.

I could feel the throbbing of the tiny blue veins on the back of her foot, a symbol of her extreme fear and excitement.

The tip of the tongue began to climb upwards from the base of the toes, skimming over the neatly arranged toes like jade stones, and then swirling fiercely in the gaps between the round and lovely toenails.

”Slurp—slurp—” The blush-inducing licking sounds echoed under the narrow table.

”Ah…it itches…no…Binbin…it’s dirty there…” Mom twisted her waist weakly above the table, her breasts wrapped in a bath towel swaying wildly with her movements.

She looked down at her son, who was frantically taking from her toes, her eyes filled with self-loathing. Yet, her delicate little feet were uncontrollably opening and closing due to the extreme pleasure, the beautiful arch of her feet taut, displaying an extremely obscene posture.

I followed the arch of her foot downwards, finally stopping at the sole of her foot, which was covered with fine ridges and soft as cotton.

I opened my mouth wide and took the entire front half of her foot into my mouth, gently nibbling at her pink pads with my teeth.

At the same time, I freed one hand and skillfully unbuttoned my pants. My already hot and huge penis sprang out like a wild beast released from its cage, and the clear prostatic fluid flowing from the tip instantly soaked my underwear.

”Use the toes of your other foot to clamp my penis and stroke it like you’re stroking your breasts! Hurry up, Mom!” I commanded, while frantically stroking the sole of her left foot with the tip of my tongue.

My mother trembled as she lifted her right foot, her five pink toes flaring open in fear in the air, only to be forced to press against that grotesque, veiny, purplish-red penis under my intense gaze.

When her icy, cold toes touched the burning hot glans, the mother closed her eyes in shame, her long eyelashes still glistening with tears she had shed in shock.

Her rounded toes clumsily gripped my penis and began to slide up and down.

The delicate touch of the pads of my toes rubbed against my extremely sensitive glans, sending jolts of electricity straight to my brain.

As I sucked on her left big toe, I felt the fleshy friction of her right foot. This foot fetish service provided by my own mother made me so happy that I almost roared out.

As her pace quickened, her mother’s expression began to become dazed. Her lips parted slightly, emitting intermittent soft moans, while her bare, beautiful legs writhed restlessly under the table.

I felt my penis had swelled to its limit, and the throbbing pain that felt like it was about to burst foreshadowed the arrival of orgasm.

I abruptly pulled her left foot away and roughly put her pink plastic slippers back on her feet.

”Bin…Binbin…What are you doing…Ugh…” Before she could react, I held her slipper in one hand and with the other hand, I precisely and forcefully pushed my already engorged penis into the gap between her slipper and the sole of her foot.

In that instant, my penis was tightly trapped between my mother’s warm, moist soles, which were filled with the lingering scent of jasmine, and the plastic surface of her shoe.

The pressure from the shoe’s upper and the intense suction from her soft soles created a maddening physical stimulation.

I started wildly thrusting my hips, my penis pumping rapidly between the soles of her feet and her shoes.

”Thud, thud,” that was the sound of the fleshy stalk hitting the edge of the plastic shoe, each sound accompanied by her dazed screams caused by a mixture of fear and pleasure.

”Ah… there… it’s so hot… I’m going to get burned… please…” At this point, the mother had completely lost her dignity as a mother. She slumped back in the chair, her legs forced into a big “V” shape.

Her full breasts trembled violently in the air with the rhythm of my thrusts, and the two bright red nipples on her areolas stood erect to their limit due to excessive stimulation.

I felt the slightly rough texture of her soles repeatedly scraping against my glans. This act of desecrating the lowest part of my mother’s body brought me to a dual peak of mind and body.

I let out a low growl, pressed my hands firmly against her knees, and thrust my hips forward, plunging my entire penis deep into the wet, narrow cavity of her shoe.

”Pfft—”

A large gush of thick, condensed milk-like semen, exuding a strong masculine aroma, erupted like a spring.

The scalding liquid instantly filled both slippers, completely immersing Mom’s delicate little feet in the dirty, sticky white liquid.

The mother let out a piercing scream of orgasm from the intense ejaculation. Her body convulsed wildly in the chair, her ten toes curling and spreading helplessly in the semen-soaked slippers, trying to grasp something, but only bringing up more sticky white threads.

I was panting heavily as I pulled my penis out of her shoe, leaving a long trail of silvery fluid.

I mischievously patted her instep, which was covered in semen and glistening with a lewd silvery sheen. My mother stared blankly, breathing heavily, her face contorted with a grotesque sense of shame.

On the balcony, the father was pruning a pot of bougainvillea.

Uncle Lin’s voice suddenly drifted in from downstairs from the balcony, carrying the hearty tone of a northerner: “Old Li! Are you home? I have some good news for you!” My father quickly responded, and Uncle Lin threw an orange up from downstairs, which my father caught.

Uncle Lin downstairs couldn’t hide his excitement: “I went to the Blue Sea and Sky Bathhouse with my boss the other day. That place is exactly like the public bathhouses in northern China when we were kids! There are all kinds of buffets, seafood, barbecue, desserts, you can eat as much as you want! There are also shower rooms, the water pressure of the showerheads is really strong, it makes you feel so comfortable. There are several bathtubs, each with a different temperature. After soaking, you can go to the card room to play a couple of rounds of cards, and if you get tired, you can go to the private cinema to watch a movie. It’s so comfortable!”

Upon hearing this, Father’s eyes lit up immediately. He placed the scissors beside the flowerpot and leaned over to ask, “Really? Like when we were kids? Does it still have that bathing atmosphere?” Uncle Lin slapped his thigh and said, “Absolutely! It’s even more luxurious than a public bathhouse! Since you’re off today, why don’t you and your family go and experience it? Let me tell you, after soaking in it, you’ll feel completely relaxed, and all your worries will disappear!”

The father immediately turned around and shouted into the house, “Meiru! Eat quickly! After we finish eating, our whole family will go to the Blue Sea and Sky Water Club! Uncle Lin said it’s like a public bathhouse, with a buffet and seafood!”

In the living room, upon hearing this, the mother stood up, her body trembling. With each step, her slippers, filled with semen, made a disgusting “gurgling” sound.

Thick, white semen oozed from her heels, leaving glaring and humiliating white streaks on the spotless tiles.

With her head down and face covered, she ran towards the bathroom with all her might. Her swaying hips and white legs, set against the backdrop of the milky white mucus, looked both pitiful and extremely alluring.

I followed behind my mother and pushed open the bathroom door. A wave of hot steam immediately hit me, mixed with the sweet scent of shower gel and the lingering erotic atmosphere from the living room.

Mom was already standing frantically under the showerhead, water cascading down her snow-white skin. She was bent over, one hand bracing against the wall, the other frantically rinsing her insteps, toes, and the pink slippers soaked with semen.

The viscous, white liquid slid slowly down under the impact of the water flow, yet still managed to leave thin, long threads between her toes. The inside of her slippers was completely stained a decadent milky white, sticking wetly to the soles of her feet.

I could no longer restrain myself, and I suddenly hugged her naked body from behind, my hands slipping directly into the towel that was barely tied around her chest.

The bath towel was already soaked with water, the thin fabric clinging to her full curves, semi-transparently outlining her heavy breasts and already erect nipples.

My fingertips precisely located the two cherry-red nipples, swollen and hardened from the intense orgasm, and I mercilessly pinched, rubbed, and pulled them with my nails.

The mother’s body trembled violently, and she let out a soft moan, her voice trembling with tears, “Ah…no…it’s too sensitive…”

But her struggles only made the towel looser, almost slipping down to her waist, revealing her breasts, which I had been wantonly playing with, trembling slightly in the steam, with red marks from where they had been sucked still remaining on her areolas.

I lowered my head and whispered in her ear, “Mom, are your feet clean? Use your feet to clean your son’s penis too!”

My voice carried an undeniable domineering tone, my penis already hard again, pressing against her soft buttocks, the hot glans rubbing against her through the soaked towel.

The mother’s body stiffened visibly, her cheeks flushed red instantly, and her eyes were filled with humiliation and shame, yet also with an undisguised sense of submission.

She bit her lower lip and slowly turned around, the bath towel finally slipping off completely and piling up at her feet.

She sat naked on the edge of the bathtub, her legs slightly apart. Her jade-like foot, which had just been rinsed clean of semen, was still dripping with water. Her toes curled slightly out of shame, and the semen residue on the instep gleamed lewdly under the light.

She lifted her foot, and the soft pad of her foot gently pressed against my semen-covered penis.

The warm soles of my feet, moist and slippery from the shower, slowly enveloped the scalding shaft, rubbing back and forth from the glans to the base.

The semen was crushed by the soles of her feet, making a sticky “gurgling” sound, and each swipe brought up long strands of silver.

She was still wearing the same soaking wet slipper on her other foot, the sole resting on the edge of the bathtub. The semen remaining inside the slipper swayed slightly with her movements, dripping onto the tiles.

I looked down at this scene, and a strong sense of conquest shot from my lower abdomen to my head.

My mother’s delicate face was flushed, her eyebrows were furrowed in pain, and water droplets clung to her long eyelashes, indistinguishable between water and tears.

Her lips trembled slightly, but she forced herself not to make a sound, only occasionally letting out soft humming sounds from her nose.

Her beautiful eyes were lowered, not daring to meet my gaze, yet she couldn’t help but steal glances at the sight of my penis, swollen and bulging with veins, being rubbed against her feet.

”Push harder, Mom…” I commanded, panting heavily.

Upon hearing this, she could only work even harder, pressing the penis down with the soles of her feet and moving it up and down, her toes curling flexibly, sometimes scraping the sensitive coronal sulcus, sometimes gently grinding the urethral opening.

A surge of pleasure coursed through my spine like an electric current, and I couldn’t help but let out a low growl, my hands still gripping her nipples tightly, my nails almost digging into her delicate areolas.

”Okay, spread all my semen evenly on both feet!” I withdrew my penis just before reaching my climax. It was still long today, and I was going to ejaculate inside my mother’s body, so I couldn’t waste it.

My mother glared at me, but when I took out my phone and opened yesterday’s photos, all she could do was take off that soaking wet slipper, lift up that foot covered in semen, and rub her two feet together.

Her soles, insteps, and toes rubbed together, and the white, viscous liquid was evenly spread on her feet by her movements, forming a thin, glossy film.

I thought of the scenes in adult films where actresses eat semen, and I ordered my mother, “Eat the semen on your feet, or I’ll call Father over to see how lewd you are!”

She let out a nearly desperate sob, but could only do as I asked, slowly raising her semen-covered foot to her mouth.

She closed her eyes, her pink tongue trembling as she extended it, carefully licking from her heels, slowly rolling the white fluid clinging to her skin into her mouth.

As her tongue slid across the sole of her foot, her body visibly shuddered, and she made a muffled swallowing sound.

The salty, fishy smell of semen made her frown, and tears finally slid down her cheeks. But she still endured the humiliation and slowly put her toes into her mouth, carefully cleaning every drop between them with her tongue.

Seeing her completely conquered expression, I felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

In the steamy bathroom, my mother’s naked body trembled slightly. Her nipples were red and swollen from being pinched by me, and water droplets were still dripping from the thick pubic hair below her abdomen, silently telling the story of the lewdness that had just occurred.