I could clearly feel the glans being tightly gripped, squeezed, and sucked by an incredibly tight, powerful, and continuously contracting ring of muscle!
That sensation of being completely enveloped, of having the fiery soft flesh massage every inch from the very tip, shot straight to the crown of my head!
"Fuck... Mom... too... too deep..."
I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that my soul seemed to leave my body. My hips thrust upward uncontrollably, wanting to go even deeper.
But just then, I saw Mom's face flushed bright red, even tiny beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. The hand gripping my thigh tightened, and her body trembled slightly.
She couldn't breathe!
I jolted awake, cupping her cheeks with both hands, and carefully pulled my cock out from the depths of her throat.
A soft "pop" sounded, accompanied by sticky silver threads.
"Cough... cough, cough..."
Mom immediately started coughing violently, gasping for air in big gulps, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes from the physical strain.
My heart ached terribly. I quickly pulled her up, wrapped her in my arms, and gently patted her back.
"Mom, are you okay? I'm sorry... I... I lost control..."
My voice was filled with regret.
Mom leaned against my chest, taking a long while to catch her breath, which gradually steadied.
She looked up, her face still flushed and tear-streaked from the coughing, but her eyes were sparkling, even... with a hint of a little girl's pride.
"An'an... how was it?"
Her voice was still a bit hoarse, but her tone was upbeat, "Mom's... newly learned... move..."
Seeing her like this, my heart felt both sour and tender. I suddenly tightened my arms, holding her close.
"Don't do that again, Mom."
I buried my face in her hair and said in a muffled voice, "Seeing you suffer... it hurts me."
Mom also reached out her arms, wrapped them around my waist, and gave a light pat.
"An'an, Mom did this willingly."
Her voice was soft but firm, "I wanted... to make you feel even better."
My body jolted. I lifted my head and looked into her eyes.
Those almond-shaped eyes were shimmering with moisture, reflecting the dim yellow light, and also reflecting my face.
There was no grievance, no reluctance in them, only a calm, gentle... affection.
Something deep inside me was struck hard.
"Mom."
I cupped her face and said with utmost seriousness, "I love you."
Mom looked at me, stunned at first, her gaze somewhat dazed, as if she hadn't expected me to say this so suddenly.
But soon, that daze was replaced by an even deeper smile. The corners of her mouth curved up, her brows and eyes relaxed, and her entire face lit up.
She leaned in and gently pressed a kiss on my lips.
"I love you too, An'an."
We held each other like that, staying quietly on the sofa for a while.
No one spoke, just feeling each other's body warmth and heartbeat.
Until—
"By the way."
Mom suddenly moved, lifting her head from my embrace, her cheek still pressed against my chest, her voice muffled, with a hint of teasing, "Weren't we going to try it at the door? Do you still want to?"
I: "..."
My cock almost jumped the moment her words fell, stiffly pressing against her lower abdomen.
"...Yes."
I said hoarsely, tightening my arms, "Of course. Otherwise... what if Mom changes her mind?"
Mom chuckled softly, not denying it.
I leaned close to her ear, my hot breath hitting her sensitive earlobe, whispering, "Mom... I want... to put it in first, and then... we can walk to the door together."
This idea was bolder, more intimate, and also more... lewd.
To have our bodies connected at the deepest point, like conjoined twins, completing this "adventure" together.
Mom's body clearly stiffened for a moment.
I could feel her breath hitch.
Then, slowly, very slowly, she nodded.
Her face flushed red again, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum:
"Whatever... whatever you say."
It was settled.
The fire in my heart "roared" to its peak.
I pulled Mom to her feet.
"Mom, turn around."
My voice was terribly hoarse, "From behind."
Mom glanced at me, her eyes moist, filled with shyness and obedience.
She bit her lower lip, obediently turned around, her back facing me, slightly bending over, presenting the round, full buttocks wrapped in her beige nightgown toward me.
The hem of the nightgown wasn't long, just past mid-thigh.
Standing behind her, I could smell the scent emanating from her body—a mix of her natural fragrance and the arousal from earlier.
My hands trembled slightly as I lifted the hem of her gown.
Inside was a pair of white cotton panties, a very conservative style, but now a small patch was soaked with her juices, darkened in color, clinging tightly to her skin, outlining the shape of her full mons pubis beneath.
My fingers hooked the edge of the panties, slowly pulling them down.
Mom cooperated by slightly parting her legs, allowing me to smoothly pull the small piece of fabric down to her ankles.
Now, she was completely bare under her gown.
Under the dim yellow light, the plump, snow-white flesh of her buttocks, and the slightly moist, glistening pink slit in the middle, were completely exposed before my eyes.
I grasped my already painfully hard, veiny cock, and rubbed the large, burning glans a few times against the slippery, soft flesh between her legs.
It was already a flooded mess.
My glans were immediately coated with crystal-clear, sticky love juices, glistening under the light.
"Mom... you're so wet..."
I whispered against her ear.
"Mmm..."
Mom let out a restless whimper, her waist squirming uneasily, her buttocks pushing back slightly, urging me silently.
With one hand holding her waist and the other holding my thick, hard cock, I aimed at the slightly parted, eager-to-be-filled entrance.
The glans pushed apart the two slippery, slightly swollen labia, sinking into an incredibly soft, wet, and warm embrace.
Just as I was about to thrust my hips and push in hard—
"Ring ring—Ring ring—"
A sharp, piercing phone ringtone abruptly, inappropriately, exploded in the quiet living room!
It came from the sofa—Mom's phone.
Fuck!
Both Mom and I froze simultaneously.
The frustration of interrupted desire instantly surged.
"Don't mind it."
I panted, pushing my hips forward slightly, the glans sinking in a bit more.
"Mmm... wait... wait..."
Mom's voice trembled with arousal and a hint of hesitation, "What if... it's something urgent... it keeps ringing..."
The ringtone persisted, over and over, especially piercing in the silent night, like a death knell.
I clicked my tongue in annoyance, stopping my movements.
Mom took the opportunity to break free from my embrace a little, staggering to the sofa to pick up her phone.
The screen's light illuminated her face.
I watched her.
Then, clearly saw the blush and arousal on her face rapidly fade the moment she saw the caller ID, replaced by a nearly pale, complex stiffness.
Her fingers holding the phone tightened, her knuckles turning slightly white.
"Mom."
A bad premonition rose in my heart as I walked over, "Who is it?"
Mom slowly looked up at me, her eyes filled with panic, struggle, and a hint of... exhaustion I couldn't quite understand.
She opened her mouth, her voice dry:
"...It's your dad."
Lin Jianguo.
That name was like a cold stone thrown into the hot, sticky lake of desire between us, stirring up a chill.
I froze.
My mind buzzed.
Dad.
This title, almost vanished from our daily vocabulary, this man representing family, ethics, and Mom's legal husband, barged in rudely at this most inappropriate moment through a phone call.
My first reaction wasn't fear, nor guilt.
But a sharp, intense... sense of discord.
Especially when Mom pressed the answer button, and the familiar yet strange voice of a middle-aged man, carrying a hint of fatigue and laughter, came from the phone's receiver—
"Wife, why did it take so long to answer?"
"Wife."
Those two words stabbed me like needles.
I knew they were the legally recognized couple, the man and woman of this household.
This address was perfectly natural.
But hearing it now felt incredibly awkward, even... a bit uncomfortable.
A wicked fire mixed with jealousy and possessiveness "flared" up instantly.
Seeing my instantly darkened expression, Mom, though not knowing exactly what I was thinking, clearly sensed my displeasure.
She quickly, with a soothing gesture, leaned over and gently kissed my cheek.
Like pacifying a sulking child.
But this action, far from calming me, seemed to light a fuse.
I almost immediately chased after her, turning my head, and fiercely kissed her lips!
With a venting, sovereignty-declaring roughness.
"Mmm...!"
Mom was startled, almost dropping her phone, her other hand pushing me away in panic.
But my tongue had already pried open her teeth, plunging in, entwining with her sweet tongue, sucking hard, not giving her any chance to make a sound to respond to the person on the phone.
Until Dad's puzzled voice came through the phone again, with a hint of probing:
"Wife? Wife? Can you hear me?"
We abruptly separated.
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