Chapter 9 Mother and son watching mother-son AV 2

In the dimly lit lounge, the air seemed to be heated to boiling point. The humid, hot body odor emanating from a mature woman in heat, mixed with the sultry scent of expensive stockings soaked with sweat, fermented wildly in the air-conditioned space.

On the projection screen, the forbidden couple was frantically having sex. The crude sounds of flesh colliding and lewd moans, surrounded by the sound system, made the mother’s jade-white shoulders tremble incessantly.

Her once meticulously styled hair was now a complete mess, with a few strands stuck to her forehead by the sweat, clinging to her face, which was filled with shame, fear, and yet also radiated extreme lust.

”No…no more…Binbin…please let Mom go…I really can’t take it anymore…” Mom let out a series of soft moans that were almost like she was about to die, her soft, boneless hands with neatly trimmed nails pressed tightly against my broad and burning chest.

Her fingertips, pale from lack of blood due to excessive force, still couldn’t move me an inch. This symbolic resistance felt more like flirting, arousing my blood to rush to my groin.

”Let you go? Mom, the game is just getting into the swing of things, what nonsense are you talking about?” I let out a sickly chuckle, my eyes fixed on her tightly closed eyes, which were filled with shame.

I suddenly freed one hand and gripped her slender wrist like an iron clamp, pulling her palm towards my already monstrous penis between my legs without saying a word.

My voice suddenly dropped to a very low hue, with a chilling, feigned pitiful tremor:

”Look, your son’s penis is about to explode. All I can think about right now is how to thrust into your soft, wet cunt, fuck you with all my might, and then ejaculate all my pent-up semen into you… Can you bear to see me holding back?”

The mother’s body stiffened abruptly, her fingertips forced to touch the hot, throbbing hard object.

It was a massive scale that completely exceeded her comprehension; the surface of that penis was covered with bulging blue veins like a coiled dragon, throbbing menacingly.

Her slender fingers could barely encircle the middle section, and the large, hot glans was pressing against the base of her thumb, constantly oozing drops of viscous prostatic fluid, making her palm wet and messy.

That extremely aggressive masculine aura caused her vaginal mucosa, which was already limp from the orgasm, to contract wildly again, and streams of hot vaginal fluid flowed wildly down the flesh-colored stockings on the inside of her thighs.

Just her forced grip made me let out a heavy groan and my teeth clenched so tightly they cracked.

Every tiny friction between the delicate skin of her palm and the thick, blue veins on my penis felt like igniting a fire in my fragile nerve endings.

The intense pleasure made me want to push her onto the sofa and penetrate her wildly at that moment, without any regard for anything else.

I took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to ejaculate that was about to burst forth. My thick, long penis, with bulging veins, was rubbing wildly against her vulva through her soaked white casual pants.

Her pants were already soaked through with her vaginal fluids, clinging tightly to her thick labia, outlining the contours of the two fleshy petals, and even clearly showing the swollen and protruding shape of her clitoris.

Her vaginal fluids flowed like a dam bursting, gushing down her inner thighs and pooling on the sofa in a glistening stain, exuding a strong, pungent feminine odor.

I picked up my mother and held her tightly in my arms. Her breasts, barely covered by her torn shirt, pressed against my chest, her erect nipples rubbing against my skin through the tattered fabric.

She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist, but her legs below the knees were constricted by my pants and could only hang limply, swaying gently with my movements.

My burning hot penis pressed directly against her soaked thong, and through the thin lace fabric, the head of my penis rubbed heavily against her swollen clitoris and wet opening, each friction accompanied by a lewd “gurgling” sound.

”Admit it, Mom, you’re a slut who’s been played with until she’s leaking water by her own son!” I growled, my voice filled with the triumphant pleasure of conquest.

The penis thrust hard into her vagina again, the glans almost squeezing into her tight, wet hole through the fabric.

My mother trembled all over from the torment of this superficial stimulation. Her snow-white buttocks spasmed incessantly in my arms. The thin strap of her thong had already sunk completely into her labia. Her two thick labia parted like flower petals, and her vaginal fluid dripped down my penis.

Her delicate face was already flushed, her eyebrows were furrowed, her cherry lips were slightly parted, and sweet moans kept escaping from her lips. Her tongue unconsciously darted out a little, and saliva dripped down the corner of her mouth, leaving a glistening silver thread.

Her eyes were filled with a mixture of shame and longing, but her body pressed itself even tighter against my penis.

”Ah…no…Binbin…it’s too itchy…Mommy…Mommy can’t take it anymore…” Her voice trembled, pleading with a sob, “Please…put it in…use your big cock…put it into Mommy’s pussy…Mommy wants it…”

I commanded roughly, “Now straddle me like that mother in the movie! Hurry up! Do it yourself, just like in the movie, swallow my penis with your own pussy, and moan for me like she does.”

Upon hearing this, the mother trembled, feeling so ashamed that she almost cried, but the empty itch deep inside her vagina was irresistible.

She bit her lower lip, her hands trembling as she braced herself on my shoulders, barely adjusting her posture. Her legs, which were constricted below the knees by her pants, spread apart with difficulty, and she slowly sat down on me.

She used her fingers to push the soaking wet lace thong aside, revealing her pink vulva, which was already overflowing with lustful fluids. Her two plump labia were slightly everted due to engorgement, and her vulva opened and closed repeatedly, as if craving the filling of a penis. Large amounts of crystal clear vaginal fluid dripped onto my legs like beads from a broken string.

She was panting, her hips slowly sinking down, her hands holding my thick, long, veiny penis with its engorged glans, aiming it at her wet, slippery opening.

With a soft, lewd “plop,” the glans parted the tight labia and slowly slid into the hot, moist opening.

The mother tilted her head back and let out a long, satisfied moan, her voice almost as sweet and wanton as the mother in the AV on the screen: “Ah…so thick…my son’s penis…is inside my pussy…so full…so comfortable…”

I could clearly see that the delicate pink flesh around the penis had become almost transparent due to over-expansion, and the white discharge and clear love fluid were pulled up in bright strands by the penis.

”Ugh… Haa—!”

She continued to mimic the movements in the movie, twisting her waist and swallowing my penis completely inch by inch until the head of my penis hit the cervix hard. Only then did she stop, her whole body limp and panting heavily in my arms. The tender flesh inside her vagina was like countless tiny mouths, tightly sucking on my penis. Her vaginal fluid was squeezed out and flowed continuously from our point of contact, dripping onto my thighs.

Her face was filled with a lewd satisfaction, her eyes were glazed, her tongue was slightly sticking out, and glistening saliva hung from the corner of her mouth. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, her erect nipples rubbing against my chest, and her toes curled wildly inside her flesh-colored stockings due to extreme pleasure.

”Move…like in the movies…move on your own…” I commanded in a low voice, slapping her snow-white buttocks hard with my palm, leaving a bright red handprint.

The mother whimpered, a mixture of shame and pleasure coursing through her, but she could only obediently lift her buttocks and then sit down heavily. The penis slid in with a “splat,” bringing out a large gush of vaginal fluid.

She began to imitate her mother on the screen, twisting her waist and moving up and down, each time completely swallowing and releasing the penis with her vagina, making continuous “gurgling” sounds, and uttering sweet and wanton moans: “Ah…son…so deep…it’s inside Mommy…Mommy is a slut…I’m your personal sex toy…ah…I’m going to come…”

I wasn’t satisfied with that. I leaned back in my chair, grabbed her feet, which were covered in flesh-colored stockings, and pressed them hard against my mouth and nose.

”That’s it! Keep shaking your ass! Stick your stinky feet over here, I want to fuck you to death while smelling the stench of your stinky feet!”

A strong, almost suffocating, pungent scent of mature women’s feet instantly enveloped me.

It was a highly corrosive and decadent scent, a mixture of expensive nylon fibers, sweat, foot sweat, and the chemical aroma of the stockings themselves.

I greedily stuck out my tongue and frantically licked the wet surface of the stockings. Through the fine mesh, my tongue tasted the slightly salty, warm, and intensely pungent juice between her toes.

My mother was straddling me and thrusting wildly, her silk-stockinged feet grinding and rubbing against my face with her movements.

My warm saliva soaked through her stockings, making her ten delicate toes completely wet.

I even opened my mouth and took her thumb, which was covered by stockings, into my mouth, gently biting the round pad of flesh through the fabric with my teeth.

”Gurgle—slurp—plop!” My mother’s vulva kept swallowing and spitting out my penis. Each time it was pulled out, it brought out a large pool of glistening vaginal fluid. The fluid ran down her pubic hair and the base of her thighs, soaking through her stockings, and finally gathered at her ankles, mixing with the saliva on my face.

Due to this all-encompassing sensory humiliation, her consciousness had become completely blurred, and she could only move wildly up and down and twist on my body in rhythm with me, like a female beast in heat who had completely lost her mind.

Just then, my father’s loud and triumphant shout of “I won!” came from the next-door card room. Accompanied by the crisp sound of mahjong tiles clattering and the laughter of my companions, my heart pounded. My thick, long penis, which had been painfully hard, could no longer hold back. With a thrust of my hips, I plunged deep into the wet, tight depths of my mother’s honey hole, which was sitting on top of me.

The scalding hot glans slammed heavily against her soft clitoris, instantly igniting all the sensitive nerves in her body.

This fierce, deep thrust caused the mother’s already extremely sensitive body to instantly lose control.

Her snow-white body trembled violently, her full buttocks pressing tightly against my crotch, trying to swallow my penis even deeper.

Her lower abdomen convulsed violently, and her cervix spasmed as if it had been scalded, sucking hard on my glans.

Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened instantly, tears welling up in the corners, eyelashes trembling, cherry lips opening into an alluring “O” shape, pink tongue unconsciously sticking out of the lips, saliva dripping down the corners of the mouth, leaving a silvery trail.

Immediately afterwards, an uncontrollable moan burst from deep within her throat, a voice seductive to the core, filled with intense female satisfaction and utter ecstasy: “Ahhhhhh—!!! I’m going to die… I’m going to be pounded to death by my son’s big cock… Ahhhh… So deep… The head of his penis is hitting the very inside of Mommy… My uterus is going to be pierced… Ohhhhh…!”

Her cries were high-pitched and wanton, each syllable ending with a trembling note, like a female cat in heat begging for pleasure. The sound echoed in the lounge, even faintly drowning out the noise from the adjacent card room.

As she moaned, she pressed her upper body completely against my chest, her heavy, large breasts softly pressing against me, the flesh overflowing from both sides, the warm nipples rubbing against my skin, bringing waves of tingling sensation.

Her hands clung tightly to my neck, her nails almost digging into my flesh. Her snow-white back arched into an alluring curve, while her hips swayed wildly back and forth, actively using her honey pot to tease my penis.

The layers of tender flesh inside her vagina writhed and sucked like countless tiny mouths, each thrust accompanied by a gurgling, wet sound, mixed with her increasingly urgent moans: “Mmm… Ahh… Son… Mommy’s going to climax again… I’m going to squirt again from your big cock… Ahhh… So good… Mommy is your personal sex toy… Fuck Mommy to death… Harder… Deeper…!”

Her cheek was close to my ear, her hot breath spraying onto my neck, carrying the fragrance of a mature woman and the sweetness of desire.

Her long hair was draped loosely over my shoulders, and a few strands were stuck to her cheeks and snow-white neck with sweat, making her look even more lewd.

That usually dignified and beautiful face was now completely contorted in ecstasy, her eyebrows furrowed, but a satisfied, silly smile played on her lips, and tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto my chest.

Her tongue stretched out uncontrollably, greedily licking my earlobe, making a “tsk tsk” sucking sound, as if she wanted to swallow me whole.

The climax finally erupted completely.

My mother’s vagina suddenly contracted violently, squeezing my penis tightly like an iron hoop. Her cervix opened and sucked at the head of my penis. Streams of hot vaginal fluid gushed out from her flower core and poured directly onto my penis head.

The sensation was so intense it almost made me ejaculate, but I was held back by the contractions of her vaginal muscles.

She convulsed violently as if electrocuted, her snow-white toes curled up in a ball under the stockings, her insteps straightened, and the stockings on her feet made a soft rustling sound as they rubbed against the sofa.

Her moans reached their peak, her voice hoarse yet even more alluring: “It’s coming…it’s coming…Mommy’s having an orgasm…Ah …

I could clearly feel her cervix opening up with each thrust of my glans, as if it were thirsting for my semen.

Her anus contracted slightly due to extreme tension, and the pink anus between her snow-white buttocks was faintly visible. The delicate skin around it turned an alluring pink due to the orgasm.

As she convulsed in orgasm, I could no longer hold back. I thrust my hips forward, and streams of hot semen gushed out, pouring directly into my mother’s deepest depths.

”Mommy…I shot it into you…it all went into Mommy’s womb…” I growled, gripping her stocking-clad thighs tightly with both hands, feeling the smooth texture.

The moment Mom felt me ​​ejaculate, she screamed again: “Shoot it in…son…shoot it all into Mom’s horny womb…ahhh—get pregnant with your child…Mommy wants to have your child…haaah—!!!”

Her cries reached their peak, trembling as if she were crying, her whole body convulsing as if she had been electrocuted, the walls of her vagina spasming wildly, wave after wave of vaginal fluid spraying onto my glans, stimulating my ejaculation even more intensely.

The place where we were joined made a wet, lewd “splish-splish” sound. Thick semen mixed with her vaginal fluids and kept overflowing, flowing down the inside of her stockings and leaving dark watermarks on the flesh-colored fabric, making the stockings even more transparent and clinging tightly to her plump thighs, outlining every alluring curve.

She lay on top of me, convulsing for a good ten seconds, her vagina still spasming and sucking, as if reluctant to let my penis leave.

Her large breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, the nipples leaving wet marks on my chest.

Her lower abdomen was still twitching slightly, and the lingering pleasure in her uterus made her unable to resist gently twisting her waist, rubbing her vaginal muscles against my still-erect penis, as if she was still savoring the devastating orgasm just now.

”Meiru, bring me a few bottles of mineral water. I’m so thirsty, this is such a lucky draw!” The father’s rough and unguarded voice rang out again, carrying the excitement of a victor.

This urging instantly filled the mother’s eyes, which had been dazed from the climax, with terror. Her face, which had been flushed with desire, now turned a sickly pale.

I didn’t back down at all because of my father’s urging. On the contrary, the immoral feeling of walking on the edge of a knife made my adrenaline surge wildly. The monstrous penis between my legs regained its hardness due to this extreme stimulation, and the thick blue veins on its surface throbbed like living things.

I sneered, grabbed my mother who was limp as a rag doll, and roughly pulled her out of my arms.

”Did you hear that, Mom? Father’s calling you to bring water.” I whispered in her ear in a low, mischievous voice, then suddenly pushed her toward the sofa.

The mother screamed, her hands instinctively bracing themselves on the leather back of the sofa. Her knees, covered in wet stockings, knelt on the cushions, her whole body forced into a humiliating, rear-entry position.

Her once-appropriate casual pants were now torn at the crotch, and large patches of her fair buttocks gleamed alluringly in the dim light.

”No…no more…you’ve already ejaculated…please, please let me go…” My mother’s voice trembled with tears as she turned to me, pleading with her tearful eyes, “Your dad’s next door…he really will come in…sob…I really can’t take it anymore…”

I ignored her pleas and instead slowly brushed her long hair, which had fallen over her shoulders, to her chest, revealing the back of her neck, which was now covered in sweat and was spotless.

I lowered my head and sucked and nibbled hard on that warm skin, leaving one dark red tooth mark after another, as if asserting my dominance.

My right hand went around under her armpit to the front and suddenly grabbed that heavy, soft breast. My fingers rubbed and squeezed the erect nipple with abandon.

“It’s alright, Meiru, let’s deliver it to him now. That would show more sincerity, wouldn’t it?” I said, pressing down hard on her back so that her beautiful face was almost pressed against the back of the sofa, and her full buttocks were forced to stick out even higher because of this movement.

That cunt, already swollen and red from being played with, constantly overflowing with a mixture of clear vaginal fluid and white semen, was so wantonly open to me. The pink folds were twitching slightly from unease, exuding an alluring, mature woman’s scent.

I gripped her firm, elastic buttocks tightly with both hands, pressing my hot, large glans, covered in prostatic fluid, against her muddy entrance.

As I thrust my hips forward slowly and firmly, my mother let out a suppressed moan. My huge penis, like a red-hot iron rod, slowly pushed open the layers of soft, tender mucous membranes.

”Slurp… Smack!” The muddy sound of the penis rubbing against the tight vaginal opening was particularly jarring in the quiet room.

The mother felt as if that huge foreign object was about to completely tear her body apart. She gripped the leather of the sofa tightly, her fingernails making a screeching sound from the excessive force.

She kept shaking her buttocks, trying to relieve the soreness and swelling from being penetrated. However, to me, this action seemed more like she was actively devouring my desire with her wet and hot mouth.

”What a greedy slut, saying no all the time, but her pussy is so tight!” I growled, thrusting forward with all my might, my entire penis completely disappearing into that warm, moist depth, my two large testicles slamming against her labia, making a crisp sound of flesh colliding.

”Ah-ha—! It’s in… all of it… ahh…” Mom’s mouth was agape in a daze, drool sliding down the corner of her mouth and wetting the back of the sofa.

Her legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, swayed limply. Due to prolonged intercourse, the toes of the stockings were soaked with sweat and foot perspiration, giving off a dark, dull color and emitting a seductive, mature woman’s foot odor.

”Come on, Mom, let’s get some water for Father.” I forcibly lifted her limp body, my penis still deeply buried inside her. With each step, the large glans would slam against her sensitive cervix.

The mother trembled violently, forced to move her beautiful legs, which were already weak and sore from being encased in stockings. The extreme fear of being exposed in front of the father at any moment collided violently with the ultimate pleasure brought by the body, almost causing her to collapse completely.

We moved to the table, and Mom’s hands trembled as she grabbed three bottles of mineral water. Then, I supported her back, and like conjoined twins, we made our way to the closed door.

I deliberately slowed down my movements, and every time she took a small step forward, I would thrust my hips forward sharply, slamming my penis hard into her already numb cunt soaked in her juices.

”Plop… squeak!” With my movements, the vaginal fluid that had been rubbed into white foam flowed down her inner thighs, soaking her stockings and forming glistening water stains.

I stretched out a hand and gently pushed open a crack in the door, gesturing for her to hand over the water.

”Old…Old Zhou…the water’s here…” Mom used all her strength to suppress the groan in her throat. Her voice trembled so badly that it was almost unrecognizable, carrying a sense of exhaustion after the act and extreme excitement during the act.

Just as she handed me the water, I thrust deeply into her from behind, the hot tip of my penis slamming hard against her clitoris.

”Ah—!” Mom let out a sharp and short scream, her body suddenly lunging forward, almost crashing into the door.

”What’s wrong? Why are you so startled? Give me some water.” His father’s voice was close at hand, but he was so engrossed in the card game that he didn’t notice anything amiss.

With trembling hands, the mother shoved the water bottle into the father’s hand. Her face was contorted with extreme fear of being discovered by her father, as well as extreme pleasure from being brought to the brink of orgasm by his penis.

”No…it’s nothing…my leg cramped…I can’t walk…I’ll rest in my room for a while…” Mom said through gritted teeth.

The moment her father picked up the water and closed the door, she collapsed into my arms as if she had lost all her strength.

Her breathing was heavy, like that of a wounded young animal. Her breasts, still trembling from the afterglow of her orgasm, were faintly visible beneath her torn clothes, and her nipples were already swollen and purplish-red from being rubbed.

I gave her no chance to breathe, gripping her slender waist tightly with both hands, and slammed her against the door panel as my father moved back to the card table.

The cold wood grain contrasted sharply with her burning skin.

Mom let out a low gasp, her whole body like a piece of silk being forcibly stretched, forced to cling tightly to the door.

I roughly pulled up one of her slender legs, which was tightly wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. As a dance enthusiast, I made the most of her flexibility in that moment.

I lifted her beautiful leg high along the door frame, her toes curling violently in terror deep inside her stockings, the stockings already soaked with sweat from long-term wear and the intense exercise just now.

The strong, pungent smell of feet, a mixture of cheap nylon and the sweet and sour scent of mature woman’s flesh, spread through the air as she struggled.

At this moment, she was in a near-perfect vertical split position, and her already muddy and frothy vulva, which was constantly overflowing with thick white foam, was completely exposed to my already swollen penis.

”Waaah… not here… please…” The mother’s tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the door with a very soft rustling sound.

Her lips, pale with fear, trembled slightly, her micro-expressions filled with struggle and a decadent expectation she herself was unaware of.

Without any mercy, I thrust hard, and with a loud “plop,” my monstrous penis instantly pierced through the layers of soft, tender mucous membranes. The enormous glans slammed precisely and brutally against her already swollen cervix.

She whispered shyly, “Ah, it’s too deep, I can’t take it…”

”Where can’t you stand it? Is it this slutty mouth I’ve fucked raw, or the slutty flesh inside that’s clinging to my cock?”

As I spoke, I grabbed her stockinged foot that was resting on the doorframe, and dug hard at the sweat-soaked pads of her sole with my fingers.

The feel was both the smoothness of stockings and the realism of flesh, it was simply insane.

I thrust my hips forward, and my penis began to grind wildly inside that narrow passage. Each rotation felt like etching my name onto that sensitive cervix.

”My pussy…my pussy can’t take it…wait…it’s going to break…it’s really going to break…”

My mother’s voice was completely broken, and her body heaved violently against the door with each of my impacts.

The flesh-colored stockings even generated a little static electricity under intense friction, and the toes were stretched straight due to excessive physical pleasure.

The complex odor, a mixture of body odor, vaginal fluid, and semen, fermented in the confined space, making my eyes redden.

”No, I haven’t said enough! Say it, my cunt is going to be fucked to pieces by my son’s big cock! Say it, you slut!” I thrust my hips wildly, each impact making the door tremble. The noise of my father playing cards next door seemed to be the accompaniment to this blasphemous ritual.

My two enormous testicles slapped rhythmically against her buttocks, which were already glistening with her vaginal fluids, making a “slap slap” sound.

”Ughhh—” Mom jumped up, but she couldn’t bring herself to say such shameful things, so she could only sob and groan.

”Say it, you slut… I’ll make you climax and squirt if you say it…” After saying that, I slammed my penis into her cervix again.

The mother’s will completely crumbled under the wave after wave of tsunami-like pleasure.

She could feel her uterus being pushed open again and again by that hot, hard object; the tingling, numbing sensation that went deep into her bones left her mind blank.

Her long, slender legs, honed from dance training, trembled wildly in mid-air. The white, frothy semen trickled down her thighs, eventually seeping into the fibers of her stockings at her ankles.

She finally broke down, in a self-destructive and dissolute manner, tearing away the last shred of reason called dignity.

”Slut…it feels so good to be fucked by this cock…ah! This big cock is so good at fucking…this slut is going to be fucked to pieces…I’m going to leak from my son’s big cock…waaaah…” she moaned intermittently, her once noble and dignified face now filled with depravity, her tongue involuntarily sticking out due to pleasure.

”Hoo… my sweet baby…” I finally heard the words I wanted to hear most. I roughly turned her face and kissed her hard on that lewd mouth that was spewing out obscene words.

Two tongues entwined wildly inside our mouths, saliva mixed with sweat dripping down our chins in silvery strands.

I regained control of the rhythm, and my movements became even wilder and more violent than before. Each withdrawal brought out a large gush of crystalline liquid, which was then forcefully poured back in with the force of a thunderbolt.

The mother’s full breasts bounced up and down violently, and the nipples became even more erect from the friction of the disheveled clothes.

Those feet, encased in stockings, scratched helplessly in the air, the texture of the stockings shimmering in the dim light with an oily sheen from being soaked in liquid.

”Squeeze tighter, you slutty mom, I’m going to shoot all my cum into you!” My breathing became heavy, like a bellows, and every thrust of my hips was accompanied by a spray of vaginal fluid.

Just then, Mom’s body suddenly stiffened, her stockinged feet stretched to their limit in the air. The deep folds of her flesh suddenly contracted violently as if possessed, the most extreme strangulation before the climax.

”Ahhh—my slut is having an orgasm! It’s really…going to…going to squirt! My slut is being fucked and squirting ahhh—!” With a scream that was almost desperate, a torrent of squirting gushed out from her narrow slit, and the hot vaginal secretions poured heavily onto my glans.

My already aching seminal vesicles finally gave way at that moment. My semen, like cannonballs, pierced through her open cervix and poured into her warm, moist uterus.

”Mmm… Mom… I’ll give it all to you… I’ll shoot it all into your horny womb…” I gritted my teeth and pressed her against the door, feeling the spasms of her uterine walls as they sucked.

The intense feeling of being enveloped made my toes unconsciously dig into the ground, while my mother, like a puppet with its strings cut, lay helplessly in my arms, only her stockinged feet still trembling slightly from the afterglow.

After a long while, when I slowly pulled out my still semi-erect penis, the milky white semen mixed with translucent vaginal fluid that had been accumulating inside my mother’s body flowed out like a burst dam, slowly overflowing from her swollen and tightly closed vulva, dripping in an extremely lewd manner down her silk-stockinged thighs stained with sweat and athlete’s foot onto the thick carpet in the lounge.

I held her limp, burning body tightly, inhaling the sweet, pungent scent of her neck, and whispered a declaration of ownership near her flushed earlobe.

”Mom, you’ll never be able to live without my cock. From today onwards, you’re just my one and only slut.”