Chapter 7 Under the dining table, Mom and I masturbated each other.
Taking advantage of my mother’s dazed state after her orgasm, I directly pulled off my swimming trunks and pressed my engorged, purplish-red, and extremely aroused penis against her wet, throbbing vaginal opening, which was still spasming from the afterglow of her orgasm.
The clear pre-ejaculate fluid overflowing from the urethral opening slowly slid down her swollen, parted labia, mixing with her gushing vaginal fluid, leaving several lewd silver threads at the point where the two were joined.
I was about to use that sticky resistance to forcefully penetrate her womb, which had already been played with to the point of madness.
Suddenly, the creaking sound of the heavy wooden door of the volcanic rock sauna being pushed open came from afar, accompanied by the familiar and hearty laughter of my father and Uncle Lin.
”Oh my, that old Zhang is a real character! That joke he just told was absolutely brilliant!” The father’s voice, accompanied by the “ding-a-ling” of the waiter urging the room to be cleared, startled the mother. Her eyes, which had been dazed and unfocused due to the climax, instantly constricted, filled with a terrifying sense of impending doom.
I cursed under my breath, feeling the throbbing, yearning desire being forcibly suppressed. I could only quickly put the heavy, light blue one-piece swimsuit, already soaked with her juices, back onto her plump body.
The slippery fabric rubbed against her swollen, large breasts as it was pulled, making a “slurping” sucking sound.
I roughly fastened the clasp on her back with my fingers, and I could even feel the fine layer of cold sweat seeping out of her back from extreme tension in my palm.
My mother almost mechanically followed my movements. Her vulva, which was slightly open due to excessive rubbing, was constantly oozing a sticky liquid, which quickly spread a deep wet patch on the crotch of her soaked swimsuit.
We had just straightened our loose bathrobes when Father and Uncle Lin emerged from the mist, escorting an old man named Zhang, who had a ruddy complexion and was wearing a gray bathrobe.
After soaking in the hot spring, everyone went to the buffet restaurant for lunch.
There were already many people here. The golden chandeliers cast a bright, almost blinding light, and the air was filled with the aroma of charred barbecue fat and the spiciness of hot pot broth.
Mom had changed into a white casual outfit. Due to the excessive pleasure she had just received, her face still had a flush that couldn’t be wiped away. Her legs wobbled slightly as she walked, and her delicate feet scratched nervously inside her flat shoes.
I forcibly grabbed her wrist, ignoring the almost pleading look in her eyes, and pressed her against the inside of the dining table. I sat down right next to her, almost trapping her in the narrow space between me and the wall.
My father and Uncle Lin were sitting across from each other, clinking beer glasses with Old Zhang, whom they had just met at the next table, and laughing heartily.
On the table, the bright red hot pot broth was bubbling away, while on the barbecue grill next to it, the succulent beef brisket sizzled under the heat of the charcoal fire, and the transparent fat dripped from the edges of the meat slices onto the red-hot charcoal, stirring up puffs of white smoke.
I got up and joined the queue, and got two whole plates of grilled oysters piled up like small mountains.
These oysters are all plump and full, with a rich garlic sauce covering their translucent flesh. Each one oozes milky white juice and exudes a certain pungent, salty aroma full of masculine hormones.
”Old Zhou, your son is so thoughtful! He brought you so many oysters to help you recover.” Uncle Lin patted his father’s shoulder, his eyes full of envy.
The father could only manage a forced, bitter smile, a barely perceptible hint of gloom flashing across his eyes, his hand holding the wine glass tightening slightly.
He hadn’t touched his mother’s voluptuous, mature body in a long time, and the sense of defeat he felt as a man seemed particularly ironic in the face of these plates of aphrodisiac oysters.
In front of my mother, I deliberately used a fork to pick up a large, slightly sticky oyster that was so juicy, and shoved it into my mouth.
The soft, slippery juice of the oyster, with a slightly fishy and sweet taste, slowly flowed down the corner of my mouth and landed right on the collar of my bathrobe.
As Mom stared at the flowing liquid, her mind seemed to instantly recall how my penis had ejaculated the same viscous semen into her vagina just moments before, by the bathtub.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her slender fingers, which were holding the chopsticks, suddenly tightened, the fingertips turning a sickly pale white from the force.
I didn’t stop there. While flipping the meat slices on the grill, I deliberately moved my thigh inward, rubbing my warm, thick thigh flesh against her rounded thighs tightly wrapped in stockings.
Through the thin fabric of her pants, I could clearly feel that her fleshy legs were taut and straight because of extreme fear.
”The little rascal has really grown up.” My father said, his tone complicated as he watched me running around doing things.
”I wish my daughter was this sensible. She asked for an Apple tablet last week, saying she needed it for studying. When I looked it up, it cost over ten thousand yuan.”
Uncle Lin tried to lighten the somewhat somber atmosphere by cracking jokes from the side.
However, under the table, my hand had already begun to wander up my mother’s thigh, my fingertips touching her wet crotch.
The mother was struck dumb, her eyes wide with terror. She bit her lower lip hard, trying not to make any shameful sounds under the bright fluorescent lights.
Her rapid breathing, fueled by overwhelming fear, caused her breasts, which appeared exceptionally full due to the lack of a bra, to heave violently beneath her casual clothes, her nipples forming two distinctly firm outlines against the thin fabric.
Amidst the clinking of glasses from the guests at the next table, the father, head down, mechanically wielded his chopsticks, stuffing a piece of tripe coated in chili oil into his mouth, his cheeks twitching as he chewed with a “smacking” sound.
He was completely absorbed in the pleasure of the food, and his slightly cloudy eyes, dulled by the alcohol, were completely unaware that a depraved and immoral sacrifice was quietly unfolding under the table just below his line of sight.
I deliberately and slowly pulled my fingers, which were covered in my mother’s vaginal fluid, out of her already soaking wet vagina. Several strands of clear, sticky, transparent silk were still attached to my fingertips. They stretched out under the light and then snapped with a “snap.” The lewd sound of the water was subtle yet clear enough to make my face blush and my heart race.
Fingering my mother alone is too monotonous; I’ve decided to try something more exciting.
I deliberately and slowly pulled my fingers, which were covered in my mother’s vaginal fluid, out of her already soaking wet vagina. Several strands of clear, sticky, transparent silk were still attached to my fingertips. They stretched out under the light and then snapped with a “snap.” The lewd sound of the water was subtle yet clear enough to make my face blush and my heart race.
The moment I withdrew my fingers, my mother’s slightly parted vulva, which had been played with, seemed to wriggle as if reluctant to let go. The pink opening of her vulva opened and closed, as if silently craving more filling. The edges of her vulva had been engorged and swollen from my repeated kneading, and the color had changed from a delicate pink to a lustful deep pink. Her vaginal fluid slowly flowed down her inner thighs, leaving a large dark wet patch at the base of her legs, which were tightly wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. The stockings were thin and transparent, and after being soaked in her vaginal fluid, they clung tightly to her skin, outlining every inch of the plump and fleshy curves of her thighs. The wet fabric gleamed lustfully under the light.
I deliberately nudged my mother’s soft buttocks upwards with my knee. She let out a delicate gasp, and as she loosened her grip, a tender pink shrimp, soaked in soup and exuding a sweet and pungent smell, slid through her fingers, past her knee encased in flesh-colored stockings, and landed precisely on the mound between my legs.
The warm shrimp landed right on my crotch, the broth instantly spreading into a dark, ambiguous stain on the light-colored fabric, directly opposite the tip of my penis, which was throbbing wildly with extreme excitement.
”Oh dear… Binbin, I’m… I’m sorry, I’ll wipe it for you right away.” The mother’s voice was barely audible, with a trembling tone that sounded like she was about to cry.
Her almond-shaped eyes, wet with sweat, glanced in alarm at her father, who was engrossed in eating, before she reached out her slender, fair hand and placed it tremblingly on the inside of my thigh.
The instant her fingertips touched that hot, hard object, I suddenly grabbed her wrist, feeling her pulse pounding wildly in my palm, and pressed her soft hand hard against my penis.
Through a thin layer of casual pants, the astonishing heat of my mother’s palm instantly transferred to my penis. I lowered my voice, letting my threatening, magnetic voice explode in her ear.
”Mom, keep rubbing me hard through my pants. If you dare stop even for a second, I’ll send yesterday’s video to the old man.”
I pressed my palm down, forcing her fingers to tighten on my penis.
”No… Binbin, please… um…” The mother bit her red lips in terror, her eyes instantly filled with a layer of desperate yet lewd mist.
Her long legs, clad in extremely thin flesh-colored stockings, rubbed against each other under the table due to extreme nervousness. The rustling sound of the stockings against each other was particularly jarring against the noisy background.
Under my forceful pressure, she finally started to move as if she had given up on herself.
Her full palms began to rub extensively against my groin, the heel of her palm pressing hard against my already engorged and purplish glans, while her fingers squeezed my penis, which had thickened due to excitement, repeatedly through the fabric as if kneading dough.
The soft, supple touch unique to mature women, accompanied by her subtle trembling due to fear, brought me unparalleled pleasure.
I could feel the penis inside her pants swelling with her movements, and the pre-ejaculate seeping from the glans had already soaked the fabric into a noticeable wet patch.
In return for this exquisite service, I reached my left hand under the table and roughly slid it along the edge of her white trousers.
Because she was sitting, her pants were stretched open, and I could easily touch the pink lace that was already soaked with her vaginal fluid, heavy and sticky.
When I forcefully parted her soaked labia with my slightly rough, long fingers and pressed them directly against her clitoris, which had become as hard as a bean due to intense arousal, my mother convulsed violently and let out a suppressed whimper.
”Ugh… Binbin… Too hard… Mmm… Mommy’s pussy… It’s so itchy… Please be gentle…” Her voice was thick with nasal tone, and her mature and beautiful face was completely flushed. Large drops of fragrant sweat slid down her temples, dripping down her graceful neck and into her collar, which was already completely soaked with sweat and vaginal fluid.
I ignored her pleas and instead frantically probed her muddy little hole with my fingertips. With each poke, I could hear that thrilling “gurgling” sound.
”Binbin… um… too hard… Mommy’s pussy is so itchy… please be gentle… your dad is watching right across from us… if he stands up… he’ll see Mommy looking like this… my pussy is dripping wet from my fingers… Mommy’s done for… ah…”
Her voice trembled so hard it was almost a sob, her eyes were panicked and dazed, and her lips were white from being bitten so hard, yet she still couldn’t help but plead with me in a low voice.
Her once pristine white casual trousers now had a large, dark wet patch visible through the crotch area, proof that a large amount of vaginal fluid had breached the lace panties and seeped directly into the outer fabric.
I chuckled softly and leaned down to breathe into her ear: “Don’t worry, Mom, Dad won’t find out. Look, your little hands are making my penis feel so good, the glans is so swollen and painful from being rubbed by your palms… You should feel good too.”
As we spoke, I put two fingers together and slowly squeezed them into her already muddy opening. I only inserted a small section of my finger, but I could feel the layers of flesh inside her clenching greedily. The hot, tender flesh sucked on my fingers, and the vaginal fluid was squeezed out with a “gurgling” sound that echoed between us.
The mother arched her back suddenly, her full breasts, encased in a tight sweater, heaved violently, her nipples already hard and erect, forming two obvious protrusions on the fabric, trembling with her rapid breathing.
She had completely lost the ability to think. One of her hands was frantically stroking my penis, while the other hand was gripping the edge of the table tightly, her nails making a sharp sound as they scratched the wooden surface.
”No…no…I can’t hold back anymore…the climax is coming…ah…”
As her mother’s eyes began to roll upwards and her body was about to convulse, her clenched teeth almost loosened, and she let out a scream loud enough to attract her father’s attention.
With lightning speed, I picked up a piece of fatty beef that had just been scooped out of the boiling pot with my chopsticks and dipped it heavily into the thick, almost black, brown peanut sauce.
The beef slices were coated with a thick sauce, the rich sweet and salty aroma mixed with the caramelized fat.
I shoved the large piece of beef directly into my mother’s open red lips, and the sauce instantly splattered into several dark brown spots on her fair cheeks.
The beef chunks, scalding hot and coated in thick sauce, went straight down her throat.
”Swallow it.”
I grinned maliciously and thrust my fingers into her vagina one last time in a frenzied, stormy motion.
The mother’s eyes widened instantly, her pupils reflecting the father’s oblivious face as he chewed his food.
The intense physical pleasure and the shame of being treated like a sow by her son in public and in front of her husband reached their peak at this moment.
She could only desperately open her mouth wide, letting the piece of fatty beef and thick peanut sauce stifle all her groans.
Thick, brown sauce mixed with her saliva, which she produced in large quantities due to excitement, and dripped uncontrollably down the corners of her mouth.
The droplets trailed down her sweat-soaked chin, dripping onto her large breasts that swayed dramatically without a bra, staining the neckline of her white T-shirt filthy.
At that very moment, Mom’s vagina contracted one last, frantic contraction.
Accompanied by a spasm that sent shivers down her spine, a gush of warm, lustful fluid gushed out like a spring.
The scalding liquid instantly soaked through her tight-fitting casual pants, and large amounts of water even flowed down her thighs, which were clad in flesh-colored stockings, leaving two shocking dark streaks on the white fabric.
Her body slumped in the chair as if her bones had been removed, her mouth stuffed with unchewed beef, and she could only make muffled “uh-uh” sounds.
That complex aroma, a mixture of food scents, sweat, and a strong, pungent smell of semen, fermented wildly around this small dining table.
Meanwhile, the father across from her had just put down his chopsticks, wiped his greasy mouth, looked up at his mother, whose face was flushed and mouth was full of sauce, and asked in confusion:
”Meiru, how did you end up eating like this? This child, you don’t even know how to be gentle when you’re putting food on your mother’s plate. Look, you’ve gotten her clothes all dirty.”
He chuckled, completely unaware that his wife had just been brought to orgasm and lost control of her bladder right under his nose by his own son.
”Okay, I’ll help Mom clean it up.”
After I finished speaking, I looked at the sauce on my mother’s lips, and the twisted possessiveness in my heart swelled to its extreme.
I pulled out a clean white napkin, leaned forward, and lightly ran my fingertips across her face, which was damp with sweat and still trembling slightly from the afterglow of her orgasm.
”No… Binbin… I can do it myself…” Mom tried to snatch the tissue in a panic. Her slender hands were trembling slightly due to extreme exhaustion, and there seemed to be a sticky feeling left from when she was stroking my penis in her fingernails.
Her mature and beautiful face was now flushed red, almost as if it were about to bleed. Her eyes were empty and filled with shame as she desperately tried to maintain her crumbling dignity as an elder.
I smiled slightly, and with a slight release, the fluttering napkin, like a white butterfly with broken wings, twirled and fell into the deep, dark shadows under the table.
With lightning speed, I used my left index and middle fingers to pick up a thick abalone from a sashimi platter. The abalone was so cold and firm from being soaked in crushed ice that my father, who was standing right next to me, didn’t even notice.
I immediately bent down, and under the guise of picking up a tissue, I completely squeezed into the narrow no-man’s-land formed by my mother’s legs and the dining table.
The light under the table was dim, with only a few rays of light filtering through the gaps in the tablecloth and dappling the mother’s beautiful legs, which were tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings.
A strong, almost suffocating fragrance wafted over—the unique scent of a mature woman, mixed with the muffled creaking of high-end stockings under high temperature and pressure, and… the sweet, pungent, and hot vaginal fluid that had just gushed from her vagina, completely soaking her crotch.
I buried my face deep into the base of her thighs, which were tightly pressed together in fear, and took a deep breath of that intoxicatingly sweet scent.
”Ugh…” Mom let out a short groan above the table. Her body stiffened like a stone from my touch. Her two flat shoes gripped the carpet tightly, and her toes curled up in fear under the restraint of flesh-colored stockings.
Without a shred of pity, I pressed the cold abalone between my fingertips directly against the crotch of her casual pants, which were soaked with her juices and felt heavy and sticky.
It was completely soaked, the fabric became transparent and sticky. I vigorously rubbed and smeared the abalone on that part that smelled strongly of bodily fluids until the entire abalone was covered with a thick layer of the stringy, warm, transparent mucus.
When I straightened up and returned to my seat, my mother was slumped against the back of her chair, panting heavily, like a child who had done something wrong.
Without batting an eye, I picked up my chopsticks, took the abalone covered in my mother’s orgasmic secretions, and slowly put it into my mouth under my father’s astonished gaze, making a crisp “tsk” sound.
”Dad, this abalone tastes really good. It’s soft, juicy, and has a special… salty and savory flavor.”
I deliberately emphasized the last few words, even licking my lips with the tip of my tongue, taking in the lingering scent of my vaginal fluid.
My mother stared intently at me. Her eyes no longer held pure fear, but rather a kind of madness born from utter humiliation, tinged with self-destruction.
Her cheeks were burning red, as if she were being roasted over a fire.
My father was clearly in a great mood, completely oblivious to the undercurrents between us: “This is just the cheapest ten-head abalone. Once, when we were on a business trip, our big boss treated us to two-head abalone the size of a face plate!”
I chuckled to myself: “So what if it’s big? I’m eating your wife’s abalone.”
My father finished the last can of beer, waved to me, and said with a hint of alcohol in his voice, “Go get some more beer.”
A slight smile played on my lips: “You old man, do you really treat me like a servant?”
My gaze fell on my mother, who was still enjoying the afterglow of her climax. “I’ll go with Mom.”
I reached out and took my mother’s soft, boneless little hand. Her cheeks were still flushed from the orgasm, and her eyes were shy and flustered, but she dared not resist. She could only let me lead her to the self-service water bar in the corner.
Along the way, her legs felt slightly weak, and her inner thighs rubbed together as she walked. Her damp panties clung tightly to her cleft, and each step brought a tingling pleasure, making her bite her lower lip lightly to suppress the soft moans in her throat.
When we reached the corner of the self-service water bar, there was no one around, only the dim light shining down.
I turned around and immediately hugged my mother tightly from behind, pressing her soft body against the edge of the bar, and lowered my head to kiss her deeply.
My lips pressed hard against her soft, cherry-like lips, my tongue forcefully prying open her pearly teeth and venturing into her warm mouth, greedily entwining with her soft, fragrant tongue.
At first, Mom struggled slightly, but she quickly softened under my advances. Her little tongue timidly responded to me, and saliva stretched into a glistening thread between our lips and tongues, mixed with her unique sweet taste.
She let out soft sobs, her hands unconsciously gripping the hem of my shirt, her full breasts pressed tightly against my chest, her erect nipples rubbing against my body through the thin T-shirt, sending waves of tingling sensation through her.
My hands weren’t idle either. One hand supported her round, perky buttocks, kneading the flesh tightly encased in white casual pants, feeling the soft, elastic texture under my palm; the other hand reached directly to her wet lower body, easily parting her panties which were already soaked with vaginal fluid, and probing into her burning hot vagina.
My mother’s vagina was still sensitive after her orgasm, the opening was slightly contracted, and the layers of tender flesh inside tightly clung to my fingers. Gushing out of her vaginal fluids, dripping down between my fingers.
I deliberately used two fingers to stir inside her vagina, scraping against her sensitive G-spot, feeling the intense spasms and contractions of her vagina.
My mother was almost breathless from the kisses, her delicate body trembling, and she let out muffled moans. Her legs instinctively clamped around my hand, but then weakly parted in the throes of pleasure, allowing my fingers to penetrate even deeper.
Just then, I heard a soft footstep behind me. Reluctantly, I released my mother’s lips and quickly withdrew my fingers.
The mother’s lips were swollen and glistening from the kisses, with a trace of silvery saliva still hanging from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were glazed over, her cheeks were flushed as if she were drunk, and her vaginal opening opened and closed slightly as the fingers left, as if it was lingering on the filling she had just experienced.
She frantically tugged at her casual pants, trying to cover the obvious wet patches on her inner thighs, but this only caused her underwear to sink deeper into her cleft, outlining the alluring contours of her plump labia.
I deliberately turned around, picked up an empty glass, and filled it full with fresh kale and apple juice. The juice was emerald green and refreshing, with a subtle fruity aroma.
I looked at my fingers, which I had just pulled out of my mother’s vagina. My fingertips were covered with her thick, clear vaginal fluid, and there were even a few glistening strands.
Without hesitation, I put those two fingers into the cup and slowly stirred them, watching as my mother’s vaginal fluid and juice completely blended together, leaving a faint, unique sheen and aroma in the cup.
The mother watched from the side, her face pale, yet filled with a mixture of shame and excitement. She bit her lower lip, afraid to utter a sound, while her vulva secreted new nectar because of this forbidden act, which slowly flowed down her inner thighs.
I carried the special juice and a few cans of beer back to my seat with my mother.
My mother’s legs were still trembling slightly as she walked, and the crotch of her white casual pants was visibly wet, with the outline of her lace thong barely visible under the light.
She sat next to her father with her head down, trying to act nonchalant, but couldn’t help but steal glances at me out of the corner of her eye.
I handed the glass of kale and apple juice to my dad, smiling, and said, “Dad, this juice can help you sober up, try it.” My dad took it and drank a big gulp without hesitation.
The juice tasted refreshingly sweet and sour at first, but he quickly frowned, smacked his lips, and gave a strange look: “This… why does it taste a bit fishy?”
He took another small sip, trying to discern the strange taste, but he was completely unaware that it was the taste of the vaginal fluid flowing from his wife’s vagina.
The mother sat to the side, her face instantly turning bright red. She lowered her head and stared intently at the table, not daring to breathe, afraid of making any sound.
Her legs were pressed tightly together, but she couldn’t suppress the hot flow surging from deep within her vagina. Her panties were already completely soaked, and the vaginal fluid had even soaked the fabric of her white casual pants, leaving hidden wet stains on the seat.
She felt extremely ashamed, yet also experienced a strange excitement due to this extremely forbidden stimulation.
The father eventually drank most of the juice mixed with his mother’s vaginal fluid, shaking his head and muttering to himself, “Maybe it’s just that I’m not used to it the first time I’ve tasted it!”
I was secretly overjoyed.