Chapter 6: Stealing a moment in the bath to play with his mother's breasts, and then finger-raping her until she climaxes.

The midday sun shone through the gaps in the slightly worn curtains in the living room, and the air still carried the lingering, decadent warmth of the absurd act just now.

With her head bowed and her hands trembling, the mother helped her father, who knew nothing about her situation, pack his bags for his trip.

My father also reminded me to bring a bath towel, a change of clothes, and his favorite chrysanthemum tea.

Mom changed into a conservative white chiffon blouse and a long, ankle-length floral skirt, trying to cover up her increasingly voluptuous and wanton figure due to overdevelopment.

She clutched her light blue, rolled-up towel tightly in her hand, as if it were her only lifeline in this unfamiliar environment that was about to begin.

When she walked up to her father, she asked in a barely audible voice, “I…I’m not a very good swimmer, will I have to swim in the water?”

Her father’s rough, large hands patted her shoulders, making dull “slap” sounds, each sound like a heavy blow to her crumbling heart of shame: “No need to swim, just soak and steam, there’s even a massage, it’s so comfortable, you’ll see when you get there.”

Mom nodded and didn’t say anything more, but she loosened her grip on the towel a little.

I could clearly see a hint of trembling deep in my mother’s eyes.

”Mom, don’t worry. When we get to the water park, I’ll definitely teach you to swim properly.” I deliberately emphasized those two words, while arrogantly thrusting my hips forward.

Even through my trousers, my penis, which was stirring again because my mind was full of erotic nonsense, made a conspicuous outline.

My mother glanced at me in horror, her watery eyes filled with the despair of a prey. She quickly took a few steps back as if avoiding a plague, until her back hit the cold wall.

Her delicate, helpless yet alluring appearance made me want to tear off her skirt right now and mercilessly ejaculate inside her tender vulva.

My father, holding the car keys, urged us from the doorway, “Hurry up! Don’t miss the lunch buffet, I heard they have hairy crabs!”

We followed our father downstairs, and Uncle Lin came along too. As we walked, he chatted with our father, saying that there was a children’s area in the water park where the whole family could play.

My father listened with great interest, occasionally responding. My mother followed behind my father and me, her pace quickening compared to before.

The huge blue signboard of the “Blue Sea and Sky” club gleamed blindingly in the afternoon sun, surrounded by cheap neon strips that emitted a faint buzzing sound.

The air was filled with a strong smell of bleach and disinfectant mixed together, this pungent chemical odor mixed with some cheap, low-quality fruit incense, creating a typical and restless atmosphere.

As soon as my father got out of the car, he took a deep breath and said with a smile, “This smells a bit like a public bathhouse! It’s so warm!”

Standing at the entrance of the water park, watching men and women carrying plastic bags and dressed in revealing or even provocative clothing come and go, her social anxiety instinctively made her want to run away.

I took the opportunity to step forward and naturally placed my left hand on her back, which was slightly warm from being soaked in sweat.

Through the thin chiffon fabric, I could feel the delicate skin on her back tremble violently under my palm—a tiny, extremely sensitive, and resistant spasm.

As I pointed with my right hand at the group of people chatting and laughing, I whispered in her ear in a tone that seemed gentle but was actually full of threat.

”See? Everyone’s so relaxed, Mom. It’s strange that you’re so tense. Do you want Dad to notice something’s off between us?”

My threat had an immediate effect.

My mother’s guarded gaze was instantly replaced by a helpless compromise. Her slender hands, which had become slightly cold due to tension, instinctively grabbed my sleeve, her fingertips turning bluish-white from the excessive force.

And so, like a normal mother and son, but each with our own ulterior motives, we entered the dressing room filled with steam and the scent of lust.

Inside the changing room, naked, pale bodies were everywhere, accompanied by the sound of showers.

Like a startled rabbit, Mom darted into the cubicle and immediately pulled the limescale-covered curtain shut.

I leaned against the plastic door of the cubicle, listening to the rustling sounds coming from inside.

That was the sound of fabric rubbing against a plump body, and the “squeaking” sound of feet stepping on dirty water-filled tiles.

Each time the fabric was removed, it seemed to cause the air outside the cubicle to tremble.

”Will anyone see this…? This dress is so tight…” she muttered to herself inside, her voice trembling with tears.

As I listened to the extremely faint sound of rubber bands taut due to the excessive fullness of the flesh, my inner lust almost burst through the wall.

After a long while, the curtain of the cubicle was finally pulled open by a trembling hand.

Mom slowly walked out.

The light blue one-piece swimsuit was clearly too small for her mature and voluptuous figure.

The elastic fibers were stretched to their limit, taking on a translucent color, tightly binding her large, heavy breasts, squeezing the nipples together to form a deep, bottomless cleavage.

The hem of her swimsuit was pulled up high due to its tightness, barely covering her full, peach-like buttocks, leaving her two fair, round, and fleshy thighs exposed to the humid air without any cover.

Her toes gripped the ground tightly out of shame, leaving pink footprints on the cold, damp tiles covered in disinfectant.

The father was already getting impatient waiting in the hall, his large, naked upper body exposed, clutching two bright yellow swimming rings in his hands.

When he handed the swimming ring to his mother, she clutched it tightly to her chest as if it were her last lifeline, trying to cover her impressive breasts that were about to burst out of her swimsuit.

I stared at her fair, slender thighs that trembled and swayed with each step, and her rounded heels that were faintly visible in the steam. My Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily.

The corridor floor leading to the hot tub was extremely slippery, covered with a thin layer of water stains that reflected the dim fluorescent lights overhead.

Mom walked very carefully, her small, white feet leaving glistening marks on the wet floor tiles.

The steam grew thicker, and the pungent smell of body sweat, pool water, and various toiletries wafted over.

The mother’s fleshy thighs, accentuated by her tight swimsuit, rubbed against each other as she walked, making extremely subtle “slurping” sounds, which seemed particularly lewd in the water-filled environment.

I followed closely behind her, watching her plump buttocks sway up and down with each step, and a wave of malice washed over me.

The hot tub is on the second floor. As soon as you enter, you are greeted by a steaming mist, mixed with a faint herbal scent, filling the entire room.

A few rose petals floated in the pool, and tiny bubbles rose to the surface. Several people in swimsuits sat in the pool, some with their eyes closed, others chatting quietly. Just like my father had said, it was like a public bathhouse in the north, quite lively.

As soon as his father entered the pool, he exclaimed “Ouch!” and slowly sat down in the water. “This water temperature is just right! It’s even more comfortable than the water heater we have at home!” He leaned against the edge of the pool, closed his eyes, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. It was as if all his worries were soaking in the water and slowly dissipating.

Mom stood by the pool, her toes lightly touching the water before pulling back, as if afraid the water would scald her.

I took her hand and slowly walked into the water. “The water isn’t hot. Look, I’m walking here, and it doesn’t hurt at all.” She followed me, step by step, into the water. The water slowly rose over her ankles and calves until it reached her waist.

She suddenly exclaimed “Ah!” not out of fear, but out of surprise—she discovered that the water wasn’t hot at all, but rather very comfortable, as if she were enveloped in a warm mist, and all the muscles in her body slowly relaxed.

She slowly sat down in the pool, the water overflowing her shoulders. She leaned against the edge, closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast faint shadows under her eyelids. The corners of her mouth slowly curved up. This was the first time I had seen her so relaxed today.

Uncle Lin was soaking in the pool next to us and called out, “Old Li! Come over here, the water is warmer here, it’ll be more comfortable!” My father responded and slowly moved over there.

Mom opened her eyes, which were sparkling, and whispered, “So this is what a bath feels like.”

Just then, Father suddenly exclaimed “Huh?” and pointed to the corner of the pool, saying, “What’s that? Why is there a small door?” We looked in the direction Father was pointing, and sure enough, there was a small door in the corner of the pool with a sign that read, “Secret Hot Spring Pool, limited to 10 people.”

A uniformed staff member was standing by the door, handing towels to people going in.

Uncle Lin leaned over and asked, “What’s so special about this secret hot spring pool?” The staff member smiled and said, “It’s a volcanic rock hot spring pool with a higher water temperature and massage jets. It’s very comfortable to soak in, but only 10 people can enter at a time. There are 3 spots left, so you’d better hurry if you want to go in.”

Upon hearing this, Father immediately perked up: “Then let’s go in quickly! Meiru, come here!” Mother hesitated for a moment, looking at the small door, then at me, her eyes showing a hint of panic.

I took her hand and said, “Let’s go, let’s go take a look, maybe it’s more comfortable inside.”

The staff handed us three towels and said with a smile, “After you go in, sit on the volcanic rocks first. The water temperature will gradually rise, which is very comfortable. But be careful, the volcanic rocks are a bit hot, so don’t sit for too long. Get up and move around every ten minutes, so you don’t get dizzy.” We took the towels and went through the small door.

Inside the door was a small room, where the humidity was even higher than outside. You could see a pool surrounded by several black volcanic rocks, with a thin layer of mist floating on the surface, like a fairyland.

Several people were already sitting on the volcanic rocks, soaking in the water with their eyes closed. The room was quiet except for the “whoosh” of the flowing water, which was very relaxing.

We found an empty spot to sit down. The water was overflowing the volcanic rocks, and the temperature was a bit higher than outside. It was a little hot when we first sat down, but after a while, we felt a surge of heat rising from the soles of our feet, and all the muscles in our bodies slowly relaxed. Even the tension in our hearts disappeared.

At first, Mom hunched her shoulders, but after a while, she gradually relaxed, leaned against the volcanic rock, closed her eyes, and smiled, as if she had completely relaxed.

I was enjoying a relaxing soak when I suddenly heard my mother make a strange “hmm” sound, as if she was in pain.

I turned to look at her. She still had her eyes closed, but her brows were furrowed, her hands were tightly gripping the towel, and sweat was starting to bead on her forehead, streaming down her cheeks.

I quickly asked in a low voice, “Mom! What’s wrong? Is it too hot?”

She didn’t speak, but shook her head, her brows furrowing even more, and her body began to tremble slightly. Her snow-white cheeks flushed an alluring pink from the heat, and her full breasts, barely covered by her blue one-piece swimsuit, rose and fell with her breath, appearing and disappearing beneath the water’s surface. The edges of her areolas were marked deeply by the thin fabric, while her nipples had already quietly hardened due to the high temperature and the stimulation of the water, pushing the fabric to reveal two erotic little bumps.

She let out a soft groan, a hint of feigned discomfort in her voice: “It’s so hot… I can’t stand it anymore…”

I immediately reached out, one hand around her soft waist, the other supporting her rounded buttocks. Through the blue one-piece swimsuit that was practically just a few thin strings, my fingers inadvertently sank into the soft hollow of her plump buttocks, the touch hot and slippery.

I half-carried, half-supported her as we left the hot spring. Water droplets slid down her curvaceous body, flowing from her collarbone to her deep cleavage, then down her lower abdomen, finally swirling on the pitifully thin strip of cloth before dripping into the already slightly damp crevice between her legs.

Seeing us come out, Uncle Lin walked over with a smile, took a towel, and went into the volcanic rock hot spring.

He patted his father on the shoulder: “Those kids and women don’t know how to enjoy life. Let’s go to the bar together!”

The two of them sat down together in the volcanic rock hot spring, leaving my mother and me in this steamy corner, surrounded only by the sound of water and the faint laughter in the distance.

I reached out, and when my fingertips touched her wet, slippery shoulder, the hot and elastic sensation instantly spread throughout my body.

I half-supported, half-carried her out of the hot spring and led her to a relatively secluded resting platform covered with dark red cushions.

The environment here is relatively quiet, with only the occasional “splashing” sound of water in the distance and our heavy, irregular breathing.

The mother lay helplessly on the soft mat, her light blue one-piece swimsuit clinging tightly to her voluptuous back and buttocks, now completely soaked.

The soaked fabric had become almost transparent, and I could even see the slight undulation of her spine and the back muscles trembling with her heavy breathing.

Her wet hair, like black venomous snakes, clung to her rosy neck. Drops of warm pool water rolled down from the tips of her hair, tracing down her fair, rounded shoulders, slowly disappearing into the deep grooves of her spine, finally settling below her waistline, which was tightly bound by her swimsuit.

”Mom, let me give you a massage to relax… You were feeling really uncomfortable in the bath just now…” My voice was incredibly hoarse, trembling with barely suppressed excitement.

As I spoke, I knelt beside her, my gaze lingering greedily on her nearly naked body.

My palms were already red from the blood rushing to them, and I could even feel sweat being secreted rapidly under my palms.

”Hmm… okay… Binbin, thank you for your hard work… Mom really… has a headache…” The mother’s voice was soft and gentle, with a kind of languidness and eroticism after being steamed by the high temperature.

She turned her head slightly, her bright eyes now veiled in a misty haze, the corners of her eyes glowing an alluring pinkish-red from being bloodshot.

Because she was lying face down, her huge breasts were squeezed between the padding and her chest cavity, forcing them to bulge out to the sides, squeezing out two mounds of snow-white flesh from the side seams of her swimsuit.

With each soft breath she let out, her full breasts trembled slightly, as if they might break free from the pitiful light blue fabric at any moment.

I started to “pretend” to press on her shoulders and neck.

My fingertips, burning hot, sank deep into her warm, soft muscles.

The skin here is extremely delicate. Every time you press it, a clear white finger mark is left on the fair and rosy skin, which is then filled with the surging blood and becomes even more crimson.

I could feel her pulse pounding wildly and erratically in her neck; it was the violent trembling of a mature woman’s frightened heart.

My fingers traced down her slender neck, repeatedly circling and massaging her delicate shoulder blades.

Each time her fingertips traced the hollow crevice in her bone, her body would involuntarily tremble slightly, and a muffled “Mmm…” would escape from deep within her throat.

I didn’t rush to touch the most sensitive areas, but deliberately let my palms wander over a large area of ​​skin.

My rough palms rubbed against the damp skin on her back, creating a strange sensation of alternating chilly air and burning body heat.

This subtle stimulation caused my mother’s already erect nipples to rub against the pad even more frequently. I could even see the outline of her areolas, which were becoming increasingly swollen due to the stimulation, through the thin swimsuit.

The pool water, mixed with the sweet, sensual scent emanating from her body, fermented wildly in that narrow space.

My hands continued to move downwards.

As I passed that slender yet incredibly elastic waist, I deliberately slowed down and used my thumb to swirl heavily around the two deep dimples at the waist.

My mother’s lower back was extremely sensitive. She arched her back as if she had been electrocuted, and her heavy breasts bounced twice on the cushion, making a dull “plop” sound.

In that instant, her wet, jade-like feet tensed up with pleasure, her toes wriggling restlessly in the air, her pink toenails shimmering in the dim light.

Sweat and dampness from the soles of her feet gathered at the arches of her fair feet, then slowly dripped down her heels onto the dark red insole, leaving a small, dark stain.

Finally, my hands stopped on her high, upturned buttocks.

Those were a pair of extremely full, large buttocks, full of the charm of a mature woman.

Even through that soaking wet swimsuit, I could feel that amazing fleshy texture and heat.

My fingertips lingered at the edge, deliberately avoiding touching the tightly closed crevice in the very center, instead rubbing and scratching the outer edge of the plump buttocks.

Every movement carried a deliberate provocation; I wanted to subtly draw her into this defiled pleasure, making her unable to extricate herself.

As I massaged her, the water droplets on her body began to change direction due to gravity.

The clear liquid, warmed by her body temperature, slid down from her slightly raised buttocks, past the marks left by the tight swimsuit, and gathered into thin streams that slowly flowed between her tightly closed legs, disappearing into her vulva, which was already wet and muddy from desire.

I can imagine that beneath those fabrics, her mature labia must be constantly engorged and dilated by my caresses, with a large patch of lewd, transparent fluid seeping from the wet crotch of her swimsuit.

My mother didn’t push me away; she just buried her head in her arms, her breathing becoming more and more rapid and heavy.

Her skin, which was originally just red from the high temperature, now had a deep red tinged with desire.

Every time I pressed the muscles on the outside of her buttocks, her bare, beautiful feet facing me would involuntarily curl up, and the delicate flesh on the soles of her feet would show a few small wrinkles due to the tension. The unique, sultry aura of a woman’s feet became incredibly intense at that moment.

”Mom… your butt is so hot, did you burn it in the volcanic rock soup? Let me rub it for you…” I said shamelessly, while suddenly increasing the pressure on my hands.

My entire palm covered that excessively plump mound of flesh, feeling the heat generated by the friction between the soaked fabric and the soft flesh.

The mother let out an extremely suppressed “Ah…” sound, a low and pleading voice.

Her pair of fair and tender legs swayed limply in the air, and her delicate, jade-like feet, glistening with moisture, kept changing their posture in my sight. Every time her toes stretched and curled, it felt like a sharp scratch on my heart, causing my already rock-hard penis to throb violently in my pants, almost bursting through the zipper and swaggering triumphantly in the sweaty air.

At that moment, it felt as if only the two of us remained in the entire rest area.

The pervasive moisture not only blurred our vision, but also blurred the fragile moral boundaries between us.

My hands kneaded those plump buttocks wantonly, feeling the waves of erotic flesh returning to me, and the violence and greed in my eyes could no longer be concealed.

At this moment, Mom actually struggled to get up. Her fair and rounded jade feet stepped on the slippery stone steps by the pool. Because the dizziness from before had not completely dissipated, her toes gripped the rough stone surface tightly, and the arches of her feet arched into an extremely alluring curve due to excessive tension.

Her voluptuous body trembled as she slowly moved back into the pool. As her hips sank in, the thick, milky-white water, like a pair of warm hands, gently swept over her figure-hugging, extremely alluring light blue one-piece swimsuit, finally settling steadily below her deep cleavage.

The enormous hot spring still radiated suffocating heat, and the thick steam, like solidified white fog, fragmented the view of the entire space.

I followed closely behind and stepped into the warm water, which was filled with steam and the scent of a mature woman.

The pebbles at the bottom of the pool rubbed against the soles of my feet, sending shivers of tingling sensation through me.

The underwater light and shadows were distorted by the ripples, and I could clearly see that under the light blue, semi-transparent fabric, my mother’s enormous breasts, as big as bombs, were swaying gently with the buoyancy of the water.

The soaked lace fabric had completely lost its ability to conceal, instead resembling a layer of lewd plastic wrap, highlighting her fair and rosy breasts, and even the tiny bumps around her areolas.

I pressed myself against her from behind, the scalding pool water pressing and flowing between our bodies. I could feel the amazing heat emanating from her back and the soft, supple texture unique to mature women.

”Don’t move, Mom… It feels so good in the water, let your son rub it for you…” I lowered my voice, my lips almost touching her wet earlobe, every breath I exhaled was mixed with my frantic desire.

The mother’s body suddenly stiffened. Her long, slender legs crossed in panic underwater, and her ten round, pink toes curled and scratched in the mud and sand at the bottom, trying to find some support.

She tried to turn around, but my restless hand gripped her slender waist tightly.

My hands meandered up her wet, slippery waist.

Underwater, the resistance makes each friction feel exceptionally long and erotic.

When my large, rough palms completely covered those two hot, heavy, and incredibly elastic breasts, my mother seemed to have been struck by lightning, letting out a low “Ugh…” sound.

Her back arched violently from the extreme stimulation, and her huge breasts were squeezed out of shape and spilled out under my palms.

The texture of the black lace rubbed against her delicate skin underwater, and I could feel the pair of nipples under my fingertips hardening and protruding at an incredible speed, even sticking out two clear little points on the thin fabric.

Just then, his father’s slightly deep voice came from not far away:

”Meiru, you’ve recovered? Yes, soak in the bath for a while longer, you’ll get used to it. This hot bath is good for your back and legs, you should warm up your old ailment properly.” Through the thick steam, I could only see my father’s blurry back.

He was leisurely leaning against the stone wall in the hut, chatting and laughing with Uncle Lin, completely unaware that his dignified and virtuous wife was being ravaged underwater by her own son.

This overwhelming sense of transgression sent shivers down my spine. Instead of restraining myself, I intensified my actions by digging my fingers deep into the soft, mushy flesh of her breasts.

Through the damp, cold light blue fabric, I frantically swirled my thumb over the swollen, shiny nipple.

The mother’s expression became extremely complicated; the double daze brought on by oxygen deprivation and pleasure made her eyes completely lose focus.

Her mouth was slightly open, her moist tongue peeking out between her pearly teeth. A trickle of saliva mixed with sweat dripped slowly down her pointed chin onto her chest, which was churning with water, before being instantly shattered in the pool by my rough movements.

”Ah… um… no, not here… they’ll see… haa…” Her voice was barely audible, yet it carried an almost desperate fawning quality.

Overwhelmed by intense pleasure, her jade-like feet underwater had completely lost their balance, and the soles of her feet were rubbing restlessly against my shinbones. The slippery and fleshy friction made me almost ejaculate on the spot.

I sneered, and suddenly exerted force with both hands, grabbing the V-neck of the light blue one-piece swimsuit and pulling it down hard.

Underwater, due to the resistance of the liquid, the sound of the fabric rebounding was dull and full of sensual tension. With a “snap,” Mom’s large, fruit-like breasts, which had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly sprang out from her neckline like two mischievous fleshy balls.

Unrestrained breasts swayed violently under the support of hot water, splashing out ripples of eroticism.

The two large, cherry-red nipples swelled up suddenly upon contact with the scalding hot water, stretching the thin skin on them until they were almost transparent, shimmering with an alluring purplish-red luster under the light.

My hands gripped those bare, smooth breasts, as silky as silk.

Without the obstruction of fabric, the realistic tactile sensation is simply insane.

I squeezed the two mounds of flesh together as if kneading dough, until the deep cleavage was filled with warm water.

I watched the water droplets dance on those swollen nipples, then I suddenly let go, letting those two soft mounds of flesh splash and slap against the water’s surface, making a series of blush-inducing sounds.

”Ah… Binbin… Mom’s breasts… are going to be ruined by your squeezing… Mmm… Be gentle… Hah… Too, too hard…” Mom finally couldn’t hold back anymore, and her suppressed moan echoed in the misty hot spring.

Her arms, as white as lotus roots, rested limply on the volcanic rocks by the pool. Her fingers spasmed and scratched at the rocks due to the pain and pleasure, the “scratching” sound of her nails on the rocks being drowned out by the sound of the water.

My hand was still frantically kneading my left breast, my fingertips pinching the nipple that was already swollen and purple, stretching and rotating it as if turning a knob.

With her other hand, she lifted the heavy, slightly sagging breast on the right, letting it rise and fall and slap on the water’s surface.

Each time the nipple brushes against the water’s surface, it creates a tiny ripple.

As I increased my pace, the sulfurous water droplets flowed down my mother’s heaving chest, down to her flat stomach, and finally gathered into a hot trickle that seeped into the crotch of her swimsuit, which was already soaked and pressed tightly against the crease of her private parts.

I could feel that, beneath the surface of the water, my mother’s legs, which had been tightly closed, were gradually opening.

Her delicate feet were now pressing against the back of my foot, rubbing up and down incessantly due to extreme pleasure.

Warm pool water seeped between her toes, and each squeeze produced a “slurping” sound—a lewd symphony of sweat, pool water, and some kind of viscous fluid from her body.

With each breath, her buttocks thrust upwards and backwards, the soaked swimsuit fabric wedged tightly into her plump cleft, rubbing against my hard, engorged penis that was about to burst through my swim trunks.

The steam grew thicker, and my father’s cough came from afar, as if it came from another world.

In this hot spring pool, which is only a few meters in diameter, I am shamelessly enjoying every inch of my mother’s tender flesh.

I increased the pressure on my hand, digging my fingertips hard into her bright red areola. My mother’s body trembled violently again. Her already flushed cheeks were now so red they looked like they were about to bleed. She still clenched her teeth, not letting a single moan escape her lips.

My mother’s actions drove me crazy. I suddenly lowered my head and swallowed her nipple, which was already swollen to its limit and as hard as sand, whole.

Under the cover of the steam, my tongue frantically scraped and circled on the areola, which had become extremely sensitive due to engorgement.

”Ah…no…my nipples…are going to be ruined…Binbin…Mommy’s nipples are so sensitive…ahhh…I can’t take it anymore…mmmmm ahhh—!” Her screams, accompanied by the “gurgling” sucking sounds from her mouth, were particularly jarring in the empty bathroom.

Her once long and shapely feet were now kicking violently underwater, her toes curling wildly from extreme pleasure, and the delicate skin on the soles of her feet constantly rubbing against the rough stone bottom.

Each friction stirred up a splash of murky water. Her lower body, tightly wrapped in her soaked light blue swimsuit, writhed restlessly underwater. The soft flesh on the inside of her thighs rubbed against each other, and the thick, sticky fluid secreted from them was quickly washed away by the warm pool water as it ran down her thighs.

My large palm gripped the other breast tightly, my fingers sinking deep into the soft, trembling flesh that jelly-like.

I gripped and pulled hard, causing the already heavy breasts to change shape under my kneading. Large swathes of white flesh spilled out from between my fingers, lifted by the pool water, making a series of “plop” sounds, and tiny water droplets splashed in the cleavage that I had squeezed almost to disappear.

I could feel the heat from her body traveling through her skin to my fingertips. The feverish heat mixed with her maternal scent almost drove me completely insane.

”Mom, shout louder… The sound of the water is so loud, no one can hear you… Let me hear how good you are…” I bit her earlobe, which was almost transparent from the heat, and whispered indistinctly while using my thumb and forefinger to clamp down hard on her swollen and shiny nipple and pull it outward with force.

My mother seemed to have lost her spine, collapsing limply into my arms.

Her once dignified expression had vanished, replaced by a look of utter despair and intoxication. A trickle of saliva escaped from the corner of her mouth, flowing down her neck and gathering at her snow-white collarbone before finally rolling into the scalding water with each violent rise and fall of her chest.

”Ahhhhhh! Binbin… Mommy’s breasts… feel so good being played with by you… my nipples are going to burst… ahhhhh… it’s so itchy… I want it… harder… ahh …

With a piercing scream, her jade-like feet, which were soaking in the water, suddenly straightened, the arches of her feet forming an exaggerated arc, and her rounded heels slammed heavily against the pool wall with a dull thud.

In that instant, I felt the breast in my palm suddenly swell up a size, and the already hard nipple became even harder, as if it would pierce my palm.

At that moment, some gland within her body erupted completely, and a scorching power rose from deep within her lower abdomen, guiding her plump buttocks to press firmly against my lower body.

”Haaaaaahh …

The enormous breasts trembled and bounced wildly on the water’s surface, and spurts of almost transparent milky fluid mixed with sweat drew several lewd arcs in the mist.

Her inner thigh muscles clenched spasmodically, her toes nervously scratching at the bottom of the water, each twitch sending more pool water rushing into the gaps of her already wide-open swimsuit.

I continued kneading and sucking, feeling her body experience that devastating storm of pleasure in my arms.

As the violent spasms gradually subsided, my mother clung to me like a lump of mud. Her long, soaking wet hair was scattered on the water, covering most of her back.

The breasts, which had just been ravaged, were still red and swollen. The nipples, like two overripe cherries, stood erect in the gently rippling water, covered with a sticky liquid mixed with saliva and pool water.

She was breathing heavily, her two large breasts rising and falling with each breath, each tremor bringing with it streams of warm water.

Just then, the mist around the pool thinned slightly. My father’s blurry figure reappeared. He turned his head, his brow furrowed, looking at me as I was almost entirely pressed against my mother’s back.

”What are you doing, you little brat? Your mother isn’t feeling well, don’t bother her.” The father’s voice carried a hint of reproach, but more so the authority of the head of the family.

His somewhat cloudy eyes searched for his mother’s face through the mist, but due to the angle, he could only see her slightly lowered profile.

I didn’t let go. Instead, I pinched the lower edge of those limp breasts hard with my fingers again, feeling the faint tremor from my fingertips caused by the lingering effects of the orgasm.

I looked up, a harmless smile on my face, and answered loudly:

“I massaged Mom just now, and she’s feeling much better. I’ll massage her again in the water to improve her blood circulation; her body is so stiff.” As I spoke, I deliberately stirred the water vigorously, making a loud splashing sound to cover up the sweet, cloying sob that hadn’t completely subsided from Mom’s throat.

Upon hearing the word “massage,” the father’s suspicion largely dissipated. He shook his head somewhat helplessly, turned around, and sank back into the hot spring on his side.

”Alright, you’re not a kid anymore, be more considerate of your mother.”

Upon hearing her father’s words, the mother trembled violently, and her jade-like feet, which were underwater, clenched tightly together once again out of shame and fear.

She turned her head with difficulty, looking at me with eyes that were filled with pleading and extreme lust.

Her swimsuit neckline, which had been torn off, still hung limply around her waist. Her large breasts, swaying in the hot water, now shimmered with a maddening, lewd luster, bearing both maternal authority and the depravity of being thoroughly played with by her son.

My hands slid down from top to bottom, and the light blue one-piece swimsuit had long since lost its original function due to my abuse.

The soaked nylon fabric perfectly outlined her unusually plump and fleshy buttocks, which had become unusually large due to long-term maintenance. Every deep shove of her fingertips created ripples like pudding beneath the thin fabric.

I felt that amazing elasticity, and each kneading was accompanied by a sticky, oily sensation, which was the thick, honey-like fluid secreted from her body that had already soaked through the fabric.

”Ah… um… gently, gently…” The mother’s tone was filled with this broken feeling of struggling on the edge of ethical collapse.

Her eyelashes were wet from the constant flow of tears and steam, and each tremor carried a hint of pleading.

But I knew that was just an illusion. Her plump buttocks were now uncontrollably and rapidly thrusting against my palm, each contact producing a muffled, fleshy “smack.”

I forcefully pulled the edge of the light blue swimsuit open to the left, immediately exposing the large area of ​​her vulva, which was pink from the heat and somewhat darkened due to high blood flow.

The two thick labia majora, covered with glistening mucus, were slightly turned outward due to extreme desire, revealing the delicate mucous membrane inside, which was as clear as a ruby ​​and still oozing transparent fluid.

As I pinched her clitoris hard through the wet fabric, my mother’s waist bent into an exaggerated arc in that instant.

Her enormous breasts, now completely freed from her swimsuit being ripped open, bounced wildly in the air.

The nipples, which were originally a light pink, were now swollen and red like two ripe blackcurrants because of my excessive playing with them, standing proudly atop those wobbly mounds of flesh.

The areola around the nipple expands due to engorgement, turning a luscious reddish-brown that appears even more alluring under the warmth of the steam.

Without any hesitation, I put my two fingertips together and, following the fleshy crevice that was already soaked and muddy with lustful fluids, thrust it in hard with a loud “plop” sound.

The narrow, scalding passage seemed to sense the intruder immediately; the folds of its inner walls, filled with sensitive nerves, began to writhe and twitch wildly, as if countless tiny mouths were desperately sucking at my knuckles.

”Ah…haa…no, no…it’s too deep there…uhhhhh—!” Her cries became high-pitched and clear, even drowning out the sounds of her father and Uncle Lin talking and laughing in the distance.

I could feel the tight inner walls of her vagina contracting with each scream, a kind of intense, oppressive contraction that came with the approaching orgasm. The muscle spasms were clearly transmitted to my central nervous system through my fingertips.

Large swathes of warm, viscous, and faintly sweet-smelling vaginal fluid gushed out from between my fingers like a burst dam, soaking my entire hand and even my forearm until they shimmered with a lewd, almost transparent sheen under the light.

The liquid pooled between her buttocks and the cushions, making a “slurping” sound with each of my rapid thrusts.

The physiological pleasure caused by the stimulation of the foreign object drove the mother into a complete frenzy.

She began to sway her plump hips desperately, trying to get my fingers in deeper, or rather, trying to relieve the extreme tingling sensation from her clitoris, which was swollen to the point of spasm from being constantly pressed by my thumb.

”Mom…call out louder, and I’ll make you climax…” I deliberately lowered my voice, whispering like a devil close to her soft ear that was already red to the roots of her ears, my warm breath deliberately spraying onto her sensitive skin.

I could even clearly feel the fine, soft downy hairs on her earlobes trembling slightly from the intertwining of extreme fear and pleasure, as if even the air itself was trembling with shame for her.

At that moment, the mother’s last shred of reason finally crumbled completely.

Her delicate and charming face was completely flushed with desire. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her cherry lips were wide open, and her tongue unconsciously darted out slightly, with glistening saliva sliding down from the corner of her lips.

She stopped trying to suppress her voice and instead let go completely, shouting the most shameful words into the steam rising from the bath with a sweet, cloying, and tearful moan.

”Please! Binbin…keep inserting your fingers…insert them into Mommy’s vagina…Mommy’s vagina is so itchy…”

The voice was sharp yet drawn-out, carrying an undisguised tremor and collapse, like a hook piercing straight into one’s marrow.

When she uttered the word “little hole,” her voice suddenly rose, carrying an almost desperate cry, with the last syllable drawn out for an extremely long time, as if her whole body was being torn apart by pleasure.

Then a series of screams, “Ah …

The cries echoed in the empty bathtub, striking the tiled walls and bouncing back, as if the entire space was trembling at her moans.

Hearing those lewd moans that would drive any man mad instantly, a wicked smile curled at the corner of my mouth, and I deliberately increased the speed of my finger thrusting in and out.

Three fingers thrust wildly in and out of her honey pot, each time hitting the deepest, most sensitive spot of flesh, the fingertips grinding against the already swollen and hardened G-spot.

Her vaginal muscles sucked at my fingers like countless tiny mouths, the layers of folds tightly intertwined, and streams of honey-like fluid gushed out, so thick they were almost stringy.

”Ahhh…my son’s fingers are going to break me…ahhh…Mommy’s going to come…Binbin…you’re making me feel so good with your fingers…ahh …

With that heart-wrenching scream, the mother’s body stiffened abruptly, and she trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted.

Her full breasts, tightly wrapped in her swimsuit, stood erect, the nipples hard as two small pebbles under the fabric, clearly protruding two alluring points.

Her toes spread wildly to their limit on the water’s surface, then suddenly curled up into a ball, her insteps taut and veins bulging.

Her beautiful legs unconsciously tightened around my wrist, but then weakly separated again due to the intense pleasure, the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs twitching violently.

A surge of fluid, much hotter and thicker than before, gushed violently from my cervix. The liquid, with astonishing force, struck my fingertips directly, feeling as hot as if it were scalding my skin.

Then the gushing fluid spread down my fingers and wrists, all the way to my armpits, even splashing up tiny droplets.

Her vagina spasmed wildly during her orgasm, the opening opening and closing as if trying to devour my finger, the tender flesh inside writhing frantically, squeezing out more transparent, sticky vaginal fluid.

The aroma was sweet and sensual, mingling with the hot water of the bathtub and permeating the air.

My mother’s climax lasted for a good ten seconds. Her voice gradually changed from an initial scream to a sob. Her body went limp in my arms as if it had no bones. Her face was buried in my shoulder, and hot tears mixed with sweat slid down her cheeks.

Her vagina was still twitching, gently sucking on my finger with lingering pleasure, as if silently begging for more.

From the distant mist, the father’s slightly impatient voice came again.

”You little brat, be gentle. You don’t know how strong you are. Don’t hurt your mother.”

I looked at the woman beneath me, her eyes glazed over, her face flushed, convulsing in the afterglow of her orgasm, and a cruel yet satisfied smile curved my lips.

My fingers were still inside her wet, throbbing vagina, feeling the constant sucking sensation, before I coldly replied:

”Okay.”

The mother was completely lost in thought. Her long, ink-black hair was scattered messily on the cushion, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her face, which was full of lewd and seductive expressions, with sweat.

Her mouth was open unconsciously, and soft moans escaped from between her teeth. Her jade feet, which had been played with until they were red and shiny, swayed weakly in the air. A drop of crystal-clear liquid, whether sweat or vaginal fluid, was still hanging from the tip of her toe. In the thick steam, it exuded a sinful color that made people sink into depravity.