Chapter 8 Mother and Son Watching Mother and Son AV 1

After finishing the meal, the newly acquainted old man Zhang slapped his thigh and laughed, “Old Zhou, if you don’t play a few rounds of landlord today, you haven’t really been to this water fair!”

He walked over from the next table with a smile, his wrinkled face etched with eagerness for the game. His hand was already on his father’s shoulder, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

Uncle Lin chuckled and chimed in, offering him a cigarette: “Go on, go on, men’s only true test is at the card table. Let’s have a good game today!”

After a slight refusal, the father eventually gave in to the persuasion and nodded with a smile.

He stood up with a hearty laugh and patted me on the shoulder.

”Binbin, take your mom next door to rest for a while. They have movies to watch there, and the environment is nice. I’ll play a few games with these old guys and then come back.”

Watching his father, Uncle Lin, and Old Man Zhang’s noisy figures disappear into the distance, the commotion in the restaurant seemed to be silenced at that moment.

My mother and I followed them, one in front of the other, to the rest room next to theirs.

Mom walked very slowly, and with each step, her casual pants, soaked with vaginal fluid and constantly rubbing against the inside of her tender thighs, made a soft “plop” sound.

The sticky liquid flowed down her calves and into her flesh-colored stockings, accumulating at her ankles with each step, emitting a lingering, decadent scent reminiscent of the afterglow of lovemaking.

The door to the break room closed quietly behind me with a heavy click.

The room was extremely dimly lit, with only a huge projection screen playing “Avengers: Endgame.” Brilliant blue-purple special effects light and shadow danced on the walls, refracting bizarre and colorful hues.

The air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood and leather. The air conditioning was on full blast, but it couldn’t dispel the warm, pungent fragrance emanating from my mother.

Instead of sitting on the soft leather sofa, Mom huddled in the shadows of the corner of the room like a startled deer, her hands tightly clasped to her chest.

Her once crisp and clean white casual outfit now looked disheveled. The stains on her chest from the sauce appeared an eerie deep purple under the blue screen light, and her nipples remained hard against the fabric even in the cold air conditioning, revealing the lingering desire within her body.

On the screen, superheroes are engaged in fierce battle, with huge explosions and rousing music echoing in the narrow space.

And I am approaching her step by step, each step landing silently on the soft carpet, yet carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

The mother’s eyes flickered in the darkness, a fierce collision of despair, shame, and a kind of wantonness that had been thoroughly exploited.

”Bin…Binbin, don’t come over…Let’s just watch the movie quietly for a while, okay?” Her voice was clearly choked with sobs, her body pressed against the cold wall, goosebumps rising on her skin from the cold and tension.

Those long, slender legs shivered slightly beneath the tight pants, the edges of the flesh-colored stockings appearing translucent from being soaked in too much bodily fluid, and her toes scratched nervously in the air.

I stopped just half a meter away from her, just enough to see the tear stains remaining on her delicate face. I reached out and gently stroked her hip bones, which were unusually stiff due to extreme tension.

”Mom, the movie is so exciting, why aren’t you watching it? Or… is it because your little hole that I brought you to orgasm is still secretly leaking juices, making it impossible for you to concentrate on the superhero movie?”

My mother ignored me. She ran along the wall to the door and, with an almost desperate burst of energy, forcefully pulled open the heavy solid wood door of the lounge.

As the door widened, the bustling noise from the neighboring mahjong parlor surged in like a tidal wave—the clattering sound of the automatic mahjong machine shuffling the tiles like ice cubes hitting each other, my father’s familiar and hearty laughter, and the noisy argument between Old Zhang and Uncle Lin over the gain or loss of a single tile.

My father was sitting directly opposite the door, a freshly lit Zhonghua cigarette dangling from his mouth and a deck of cards in his hand. His face was somewhat blurred by the swirling smoke.

Hearing the sound, he looked up in surprise and peered at his mother through the thin veil of smoke.

The mother was in a very disheveled state. Her once neat white casual clothes were now wrinkled from the commotion under the table. Her full breasts heaved violently under the thin fabric with her rapid breathing. Her usually dignified and virtuous mature face was now flushed red, almost as if it were bleeding. Her eyes were filled with fear, shame, and a dazed look that had not yet fully recovered from her orgasm.

”Meiru, what’s all the fuss about? Why is your face so red? Didn’t you enjoy the movie?” Her father flicked his cigarette ash, his tone carrying a hint of casual concern.

He was completely unaware that the flesh-colored stockings between his beloved wife’s long, beautiful legs were soaked with her own vaginal fluids, making them heavy and clinging tightly to the folds of her delicate labia.

The mother’s throat bobbed violently. She opened her mouth, her full, moist lips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to cry for help and confess everything.

But in that instant, my aggressive hand gripped her rounded shoulder tightly from behind, my fingertips sinking deep into her soft flesh with force.

I pressed my body against her warm back, feeling every tremor she made from fear.

”Well, Dad, Mom said that Avengers movie was too noisy and made her dizzy. I remembered that she usually likes to watch those heartwarming romance movies, so I’ll go find her something that suits her taste.” I said with a smile, my voice so steady that there was no trace of anything amiss.

I pulled hard on my hand and dragged my mother back into the lewd-smelling lounge, then hooked the door shut again.

With a “click,” the outside world, a normal and bright world, was completely shut out.

I roughly pushed my mother onto the leather sofa, her body hitting the soft backrest with a dull “thud”.

I immediately took out my phone, skillfully operated it a few times, and a few static flashes appeared on the huge projection screen before the picture lit up again.

The mother stared at the screen, still shaken. The screen showed a Japanese-style apartment that looked cozy but also had a depressing atmosphere. A mature woman in a business suit and black stockings that accentuated her perfect curves was returning home exhausted.

”What movie is this…? Binbin, don’t do anything reckless, your dad is right next door…” she pleaded softly. Looking at the peaceful everyday scenes on the screen, her tense nerves seemed to relax a little, thinking that I really just wanted her to watch an ordinary family drama.

She slowly sat up straight, trying to straighten her disheveled clothes, unaware that her frightened housewife appearance was an extremely potent aphrodisiac for me.

“You’ll see when you look down, Mom. This is about maternal love, a particularly profound kind of ‘love.’” I said with a wicked smile, my body subtly leaning towards her, my arm casually draped over the back of the sofa, creating a posture that almost imprisoned her in my arms.

I could smell the scent on her that was a mixture of perfume and that unique, alluring fragrance that belonged to mature women.

It was a mixture of body odor, aroused by the humiliation just now, constantly overflowing from the sweat glands and genitals, which seemed particularly noticeable in the well-air-conditioned room.

As the plot unfolds, the originally mundane scenes begin to become eerie.

On the screen, the son sneaks into the bedroom while his mother is busy in the kitchen and finds out the black stockings she has taken off.

That scene gave the stockings an extremely long close-up—the thin black nylon fibers were stained with glistening sweat, the toes were slightly deformed from long-term pressure, and they exuded a unique salty smell that seemed to be able to be smelled through the screen, a mixture of genuine leather shoes and foot sweat.

The actor buried his face deep in the stockings, sniffing frantically and breathing heavily.

The mother’s breath caught in her throat.

She watched as her mother on the screen discovered her son masturbating with her stockings. Instead of scolding him, she gazed at him with eyes full of maternal love.

In the scene, the mother sits on the edge of the bed, elegantly removing her black high heels to reveal her jade-like feet, which are covered in black stockings and look as lustrous as black jade. Then, she gently wraps her son’s swollen and red penis with the soles of her feet, which are rubbed by the stockings.

The wet, soft sound of stockings rubbing against the penis, coming from the speaker, was incredibly loud, as if every detail was slowed down.

Mom finally understood what I had put there.

She watched as the mother and son on the screen began their frenzied struggle, the mature woman pinned beneath her son, her enormous breasts constantly shifting shape under his ministrations, her pink nipples swollen and glistening from being sucked. In the center of the screen, her vulva, stretched wide open by a thick penis and swollen with blood, was a deep purplish-red, continuously gushing forth clear, lustful fluid, mixed with the white foam produced during intercourse, dripping down her inner thighs.

”Binbin…you…how could you put this kind of thing on! Turn it off! Turn it off right now!” My mother was filled with shame and indignation. She turned her head and glared at me angrily, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation.

But in that instant, I was like a wild beast eyeing its prey, and I suddenly flipped over and pinned her down.

The sofa springs made a dull creaking sound.

My chest pressed tightly against her proud breasts, feeling her nipples harden like pebbles beneath the thin fabric due to shock and physiological reaction.

My thick arm crossed her collarbone, pressing her shoulder firmly against the back of the sofa, rendering her unable to move.

”You’re so slow to react. The mother in this movie has a much more lewd expression than you. Shouldn’t you learn from her?” I leaned close to her ear, my warm breath brushing against her fair and sensitive earlobe, sending another shiver down her spine.

The battle on the screen had reached a fever pitch, the sticky sounds of flesh colliding echoing in the enclosed room, mixed with the actress’s sharp moans, characteristic of Japanese actresses.

”Binbin, please… your dad is next door… he could come in at any moment! Get up… move away!” My mother’s slender hands pushed desperately against my chest, but her strength seemed so insignificant in front of me.

Every time she twisted her body, her casual clothes made a slight rustling sound as I rubbed against them, which only made me feel an even more astonishing heat from inside her body.

I lowered my head and affectionately nuzzled her temples with the tip of my nose, deeply inhaling her refreshing scent.

”What perfume are you wearing today? Mom, you smell so good… This scent, combined with the pungent smell that your son has brought out, is absolutely amazing.”

”You beast… Waaah… You’ve bullied me so many times today, won’t you let me go?” Her resistance suddenly became more intense, and she kicked wildly at my waist.

I snorted coldly and brutally shoved my knee between her legs, which she was desperately trying to close together.

With this movement, my knee pressed directly against her most intimate crevice.

Her white casual pants were completely soaked with her vaginal fluids from their interaction under the table, and now the thin fabric clung tightly to her thick, full labia.

I pushed my knee upwards with a little force and immediately felt an amazing elasticity and amazing wetness.

Through the two layers of fabric, the slippery, sticky liquid was being squeezed out with my movements, making a soft and lewd “sizzling” sound.

My mother let out a whimper that sounded different from her usual tone. Her hands, which had been trying to push me away, unknowingly gripped my back tightly.

She tried desperately to close her legs, attempting to stop my aggressive thrusting. However, because my knees were stuck in the most crucial position, the harder she tried to close them, the more it seemed as if she was actively using the soft flesh of her inner thighs to squeeze my knees tighter, while also causing her delicate and sensitive clitoris to hit my kneecaps even harder.

The light from the projection screen danced on the mother’s face, which was filled with shame and lust.

On the screen, the son is grabbing his mother’s legs, lifting them above his head, and launching a final thrust into her deep red, wet vulva.

The sound of semen splattering was amplified by the loudspeaker, sounding particularly powerful, as if it were simultaneously spraying onto the mother’s reason, which was almost completely destroyed by desire.

She was being forced to experience the devastating double stimulation of her son’s knee pressing against her in reality, and the visually forbidden act of mother-son intercourse.

The lustful fluid, which had subsided slightly, gushed out again like a burst dam, completely soaking the crotch area of ​​her flesh-colored stockings, turning it a deep brown, and sticking to her body hot and wet.

”Mom, how can you be so sensitive? I haven’t even touched you yet and you’ve already climaxed! Looks like my fingers didn’t get enough of you under the table earlier?” I deliberately lowered my voice, and my deep, magnetic voice echoed in the narrow space, carrying an undeniable aggressiveness.

My engorged penis, already at its limit and as hot as a scalding iron rod, was pressed firmly against her round, pert buttocks through the thin fabric of her pants, rubbing against her with the rhythm of my body movements.

”But son, my penis hasn’t come out since breakfast, and it’s almost bursting at the seams. If you help me ejaculate, I won’t bully you anymore, okay?”

”You little beast… Waaah… When have you ever kept your word?” Mom turned her head, her moist eyes filled with humiliation and hatred, but even more so with an inescapable sense of bewilderment.

Her full lips, bitten until they turned white, trembled slightly as she uttered a weak accusation: “I’ll never fall for that again… You always say that, but you end up making me so exhausted I can’t even walk…”

I let out a contemptuous sneer, and instead of rushing to make any further advances, I abruptly climbed off her.

Before my mother could react, my strong arms had already wrapped around her slender waist, and like carrying a precious work of art, I lifted her full body and placed her steadily in my arms.

Her buttocks, which had maintained excellent elasticity due to years of dancing, were now pressed tightly against my hot, hard penis.

I stretched out my long, slender fingers and roughly pinched her delicate chin, forcing her eyes, filled with tears of shame and indignation, to look directly at the projected image.

”Okay, Mom, I won’t ‘bully’ you anymore. Let’s be good mother and son and watch this wonderful movie together, okay?”

At that moment, the projected image switched to an extremely lewd angle.

On the screen, the mother’s legs were curled up, her jade feet, tightly wrapped in black stockings, were slightly open, and her toes were curling wildly due to extreme pleasure.

The son’s huge penis, covered in clear prostatic fluid, was constantly moving in and out under the friction of the stockings.

With a high-pitched groan, a thick, milky-white stream of semen shot out like a fountain, spraying precisely onto the fibers of the black stockings.

The whitish liquid slowly seeped through the fine mesh, staining the black silk with mottled wet marks, while also outlining the beautiful contours of the mother’s toes.

Upon seeing this, the mother’s body trembled violently.

The scene from last night involuntarily surfaced in her mind—in that quiet, late night, she, like the woman on the screen, had frantically masturbated between her son’s legs with her usually dignified and elegant silk-stockinged feet, feeling the sinful and terrifying sensation of the scalding liquid spraying onto the instep of her feet.

In that instant, she felt a surge of heat rising deep in her lower abdomen. It was the lustful fluid secreted by her cervix due to intense sexual arousal. It gushed out like a spring from the edge of her already soaked panties and slid down her tight flesh-colored stockings at the base of her thighs.

The story in the movie continues, and the mature mother is not satisfied with just one ejaculation.

She murmured in a voice full of desire, “Once is not enough… Mommy wants more… Let baby satisfy Mommy properly…” Then, the screen showed an extremely close-up shot.

The mother’s labia, reddened and opening and closing due to excessive excitement, slowly sat down on her son’s still not fully limp penis.

With a “plop” sound, it was the sound of flesh rubbing violently against mucous membranes, accompanied by the lewd sound of wetness.

The woman on the screen let out a moan that could drive any man mad: “Son, your penis is so big…it’s going to fuck Mommy through…come on, fuck Mommy to death!”

My mother’s cheeks were flushed red, as if they were dripping with honey. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, and the dull thud seemed to travel through her spine and into my arms.

Her breathing became extremely rapid, each breath seemingly carrying a hot, salty, humid scent characteristic of her estrus cycle.

Her long, slender legs rubbed restlessly against my chest, trying to escape the overwhelming sense of shame, only to find herself already lost in it.

I leaned close to her ear, where the skin was an alluring pink from the blood. I breathed softly, the warm, moist air going straight into her ear canal.

”Mom, look, isn’t it great to have sex with your son? … That woman’s expression is exactly the same as when you had your orgasm. Listen, she’s moaning so wildly, doesn’t she want me to thrust into her like that too?”

The mother kept her eyes tightly closed, two lines of clear tears sliding down her cheeks, but she never uttered a word of protest.

Her voluptuous body gradually softened in my arms, her originally taut muscles becoming somewhat weak due to the continuous surge of pleasure.

”You know what? Mom, your pussy is so tight. Every time my penis goes in, those folds of flesh inside are like countless little mouths, sucking me in tightly, as if they want to swallow me whole. And… your cunt is so wet, so hot, it’s soaked my pants…” My words became more and more explicit and vulgar, like poisoned arrows, piercing through her last line of rational defense.

”You…shut up…don’t say anything…” The mother’s voice trembled noticeably, a moan that hovered on the edge of extreme pleasure and extreme fear.

The moans from the AV, the noise of my father shuffling cards next door, and my lewd flirting blended together to create a symphony that was enough to completely destroy her.

”Okay, I won’t use my mouth, then I’ll use my hands.” Before she could react, my big hand had already silently slid between her legs.

My mother’s thin casual trousers were already soaked with her vaginal fluid, appearing as a semi-transparent dark color under the projector light.

Through the damp fabric, I pressed my long middle and index fingers precisely onto her clitoris, which was swollen to its limit and throbbing with desire.

”Hiss—” Mom let out an extremely suppressed gasp, and her whole body suddenly arched upwards in my arms.

I could feel the little fleshy bud under my fingertips trembling wildly. As I gently stroked it, more vaginal fluid overflowed from the depths of her plump opening, seeping outwards along the fiber seams of her pants, making a faint but clear “gurgling” sound.

”Mom, look, why is it so wet again? Didn’t it just leak a big puddle a moment ago?” My fingers teased back and forth between her two full labia, each stroke bringing out a glistening drop of mucus.

The liquids, mixed with her expensive perfume and that unique, pungent scent of a mature woman in heat, permeated the dim air.

My provocative fingertips slid up and down her opening, feeling the fabric become increasingly soft and slippery from being soaked in her bodily fluids.

My mother’s body had completely collapsed into my arms. Her toes were involuntarily pointed, and her feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were scratching wildly in the air. The once smooth surface of the stockings was now clinging tightly to the soles of her feet due to the sweat.

As my fingertips moved faster, she let out a final, tearful moan:

”No… Binbin… there… no… it’s coming out… it’s really coming out…”

Under the visually striking close-up of the AV and the son’s profane caresses in reality, the mother’s vagina convulsed violently once again.

Large gushes of heat gushed from her cervix, completely soaking her already overburdened underwear and casual pants. The vaginal fluids flowed down her thighs, leaving glistening, warm streaks on her inner thigh stockings, slowly trickling downwards.

”Mom, you sounded so good just now. Did your son’s fingers bring you to orgasm again? Look at you, the water down there is almost flooding my sofa. How comfortable must it be for you to leak like this?” I let out a mocking sneer, my eyes, bloodshot with desire, fixed on her face, which was filled with humiliation and lust.

Without any hesitation, I grabbed the collar of her thin white casual shirt with an aggressive hand, my arm muscles tensing instantly.

”Tear—” A sharp sound of fabric tearing echoed in the deathly silence. The expensive casual wear was completely ripped apart like waste paper by my brute force, and the buttons bounced and rolled on the ground, making a series of crisp sounds.

As the clothes fell away, Mom’s upper body, which had been hidden under the fabric, was exposed to the air.

When I discovered that she wasn’t wearing any underwear under her thin casual shirt, my breath caught in my throat, and my already heavy breathing became as rapid as a bellows.

They were two plump mounds of flesh trembling violently from being freed from their restraints, their texture as white and delicate as freshly cooked, top-grade mutton fat jade.

In the dim light, the mother’s large and heavy breasts swayed wildly up and down and side to side with her near-collapsed breathing, like two mercury balls filled with water, creating dazzling waves of flesh.

On her slightly broadened breasts, a deep cleavage was constantly being squeezed and opened as she trembled, exuding an alluring milky fragrance.

”So you were all prepared all along, Mom? Waiting for me here without a bra, was it just so I could savor your sexy breasts?” I growled like a wolf that had been starving for days and finally saw a tender lamb, and pounced on her, pressing my heavy upper body firmly against her chest.

I greedily buried my face between her warm, moist neck and breasts, which exuded a captivating maternal scent, and inhaled the fragrance wildly.

The scent of a mature woman’s sweat mixed with the sweet fragrance of her breasts was like a potent aphrodisiac, causing my violent desires to completely spiral out of control.

I began to nibble on her incredibly full breasts without any method, my tongue licking freely on her silky smooth skin, leaving behind glistening streaks of saliva.

As if I were eating, I would occasionally leave deep red teeth marks on the tender white flesh with my teeth.

”Ah—it hurts…no…Binbin…please don’t do this…woo…” Mom let out a series of pitiful yet strangely pleasurable cries. Her originally slender and strong hands tried to push away my shoulders, but under my tyrannical suppression, her resistance seemed so pale and powerless.

Her breasts, glistening with moisture from my licking, flushed slightly in the air. The crisscrossing teeth marks and finger marks gave this sacred maternal body a lewd beauty that was thoroughly desecrated.

I opened my blood-red mouth wide and mercilessly took her large left breast into my mouth, even swallowing the large pinkish-brown areola.

I rubbed and circled my rough tongue against her nipples repeatedly, as if I were having a passionate French kiss with her.

”Suck—suck—slurp—” The intense sucking sounds were particularly jarring in the quiet room. I could feel the nipple, hard and erect like a cherry due to overstimulation, throbbing restlessly at the base of my tongue.

I maliciously increased the force of my teeth, gently nibbling at the delicate tip of her nipple.

”Mommy, your breasts smell so good… Listen, doesn’t this sound just like when you were breastfeeding? Look, your nipples are so erect after I licked them a couple of times, making your juicy breasts tremble. Being breastfed like this by your own son, doesn’t it make you so excited you’re almost going crazy?” I looked up, a strand of glistening silk still clinging to my lips from sucking, my eyes fixed on her mind, which was now blank from the afterglow of her orgasm and the new stimulation.

I used the same method on her other breast.

When I had sucked both nipples until they were red, swollen, and shiny, standing proudly on my tender white breasts, I suddenly ripped off the tattered pieces of fabric that not only did not provide any coverage but also looked out of place. At the same time, I also roughly tore off my own shirt.

My strong, powerful, and hot male chest pressed directly onto my mother’s large, heavy breasts, which had become engorged with milk.

Two firm muscles collided violently with two soft mounds of breast flesh, and this extreme contrast between softness and hardness made the mother let out a suppressed moan.

As I rubbed my body up and down, her two erect nipples slid back and forth across my chest muscles. Each friction brought a jolt of electric pleasure that shattered her already fragile rationality.

”Phew… Mom, your breasts are still so bouncy, just like I imagined. I remember when I was little, you loved to press me between your breasts to breastfeed me. Your expression was so kind back then. Why are you so shy now that you don’t dare to look at me?” While enjoying the sensual pleasure of her full breasts being squeezed and deformed, I freed my hands and suddenly grabbed her wrists, which were trying to struggle, and pressed them firmly against the back of the sofa.

I lowered my head and roughly kissed her lips, which were swollen and red from being bitten.

My tongue, like a slippery venomous snake, pried open her teeth without warning and probed deep into her mouth, which was full of sweet saliva.

I forced her into a deep, predatory French kiss, our saliva swirling wildly between our lips and teeth, making a sticky “gurgling” sound.

The mother felt her once proud and erect nipples being pressed deeply into her breasts by her son’s broad and thick chest, but this extreme pressure did not make her feel disgusted. Instead, she felt an unprecedented sense of fullness through her nerve endings.

The throbbing, aching sensation stirred a near-mad impulse deep within her—she craved for me to suckle and knead her breasts with even more force, and even longed for me to bite her swollen nipples to pieces.

These immoral and lewd thoughts filled her with genuine fear.

Her long legs, tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings, began to kick wildly on the sofa. Her feet curled up frantically in the air due to extreme shame, and her heels kept hitting the edge of the leather sofa, making muffled “thump” sounds.

The fibers of those flesh-colored stockings clung tightly to her firm calf muscles due to the penetration of sweat and vaginal fluid, outlining an almost erotic, fleshy curve.

”Don’t move! You slut, what are you pretending to be innocent for at a time like this?” I impatiently released her wrist, but then moved downwards and in a few quick movements, I pulled her casual pants, which were already soaked with her vaginal fluid and smelled of a pungent stench, along with her thin, cicada-wing-like lace panties that had already been stained and discolored by secretions, down to her ankles, and then roughly kicked them aside.

I quickly kicked off my pants as well.

In that instant, my already enormous penis, now purplish-red from engorgement and covered with menacing blue veins like earthworms, bounced violently against my mother’s fair abdomen with the rhythm of my body.

The tip of that enormous glans was overflowing with drops of clear, viscous prostatic fluid due to extreme sexual arousal. The fluid slid slowly down the shaft, dripping onto her taut belly, and then flowing along the curves towards her already overflowing vulva.

The moment her mother’s eyes, filled with lust, saw the monstrous penis, her pupils contracted sharply and then dilated.

Her gaze was drawn to the weapon that had pierced her body countless times the night before, sending her to a hellish paradise, as if drawn by a magnet.

Her mind was filled with the terrifying force of that hot, hard object forcing open her layers of vaginal folds and slamming into her cervix.

In that instant, she felt the flesh-colored stockings at the base of her thighs being completely soaked again by uncontrollable gushing of warm vaginal fluid due to the excessive erotic response. The fluid was flowing wildly downwards along the inner curve of her thighs.