When our lips parted, there was a soft "pop" sound, especially clear in the quiet living room and the silence on the phone.
Mom's face flushed as if about to drip blood, flusteredly steadying her breath, quickly speaking into the receiver, her voice still a bit unsteady:
"Wh-what is it, Jianguo?"
I also deliberately raised my voice beside her, trying to sound as normal as possible:
"Dad, what brings you to call today?"
Lin Jianguo on the other end of the phone didn't seem to notice anything unusual, his tone relaxing a bit: "Oh, it's An'an. Actually, I call often, but your mom always says you're doing homework, afraid of disturbing you, so I never get to talk to you much."
He paused, with a hint of laughter: "Your mom praised you on the phone last time, said you did great, suddenly ranking second in the class! What reward do you want? Tell Dad, I'll buy it for you!"
Reward?
I thought, the reward I want most is standing right in front of me, completely naked, wearing only a nightgown, with love juices flowing between her legs.
But of course, I couldn't say that.
I forced a smile, glanced at Mom beside me, who was tense and slightly stiff, and said into the receiver: "Oh... that. I... I'll think about it first."
After speaking, I looked at Mom.
Mom was also looking at me, her eyes pleading, with a hint of barely noticeable... dependence.
She gently shook her head at me, then nodded, as if saying "don't say anything reckless," or "just get through this casually."
I gave her a reassuring smile in return, but my hand quietly reached out, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her closer to me.
Skin against skin.
I could feel her body stiffen for a moment, then relax helplessly.
On the phone, Dad had already started chatting with Mom about everyday things—how work was, if she was healthy, if anything was happening at home.
Mom dealt with it while also paying attention to me.
And I...
Watching her side profile as she held the phone, trying hard to speak to Dad in a calm, gentle tone, the scenes from those morally transgressive, intensely stimulating videos I'd watched before flooded my mind wildly.
Over the phone...
A wife talking to her husband while being fucked by another man...
Trying hard to keep her voice steady, not giving anything away...
And now, that "other man" was me.
This "wife" was my mom.
This realization sent all the blood in my body rushing to one place. My cock, which had wilted a bit from the interrupted ringtone, instantly re-erected at an astonishing speed, stiffly pressing against the smooth cleft of Mom's buttocks.
Fuck.
This is so damn exciting.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest—not from nervousness, but from pure, burning excitement and thrill.
I pressed close behind Mom again.
One hand reached under her arm, wrapped around her waist, holding her tighter against me.
The other hand quietly slid down, lifted the hem of her nightgown, and probed into that secret, unknown place.
Mom's body trembled violently.
She turned her head, shaking it forcefully, panickedly at me, her eyes full of "don't," "no," "please."
But her mouth was still speaking into the receiver, her voice trying hard to remain steady: "...Yeah, the flower shop business is the same, regular customers are quite supportive..."
I ignored her warning.
My fingers deftly parted the already slippery, muddy soft flesh between her legs, fingertips touching that wet, hot, slightly parted entrance.
It was already prepared for me, overflowing with love juices.
My middle finger slid up and down along the slit, coating itself with wetness, then found that already hard, engorged little nub, pressing down gently, circling and rubbing.
"Mmm...!"
A short, forcibly suppressed gasp immediately escaped Mom's throat, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"What's wrong, wife?"
Dad's voice came from the receiver, concerned, "What was that sound just now?"
Mom quickly steadied her breath, her voice a bit rushed but still composed: "N-nothing, seems like a little bug flew by, startled me... it's... mmm... it's fine now."
As she spoke, she suddenly turned her head, glaring at me fiercely, her eyes full of shame, anger, and warning.
But at this moment, I was already burned by that wicked fire and stimulation, my rationality gone.
I withdrew my finger, coated with her juices, and instead grasped my own thick, hard, burning, ready-to-go cock.
The glans glistened, indistinguishable whether it was her love juices or my excited pre-cum.
I used my hand to part her legs wider, then, holding myself, pressed the large glans against that slippery, trembling entrance again.
Rubbing.
Grinding.
Feeling the softness, wet heat, and suction there.
Mom's body was taut; I could feel the muscles at the entrance of her honey pot tensely contracting, but the warmth and wetness deep inside couldn't lie.
She was still talking to Dad, her voice starting to waver, with a slight tremble: "How... how is the project on your end... going smoothly? About... about when can you come back?"
Dad didn't seem to notice anything unusual, his tone relaxing a bit: "Quite smooth, soon, probably by the end of this month I can wrap things up and come back. I'll stay home a few more days then, spend some good time with you two."
Coming back at the end of the month.
That sentence was like a stone thrown into water.
But I had no time to think about it now.
Because I heard Mom say into the receiver, with a hint of panic and resistance in her voice:
"N-no... don't..."
Don't what?
Dad asked, puzzled: "What don't? Wife?"
Mom clearly realized she had misspoken, quickly covering up, her voice rushed and flustered:
"No... no! I mean... don't... don't buy any gifts when you come back... we don't need anything at home... ah—!"
That final short, sharp, high-pitched "ah" wasn't faked.
Because just as she said "don't buy any gifts," I thrust my hips down violently, gripping my thick, hard cock, aiming it at the already soaking wet entrance, and drove it in—hard, all the way to the hilt!
"Schlorp—"
The wet, sloppy sound was muffled, pressed between our tightly pressed bodies.
But the sensation of being instantly filled, stretched to the limit, made Mom completely lose control and cry out.
The entire thick, long, burning hot cock plunged straight in, parting the layers of slick, tight, tender flesh, reaching the deepest core of her flower!
The head of my cock slammed solidly against her delicate, soft cervix!
"Ugh...!"
Mom's body arched forward violently, as if electrocuted. The hand holding the phone shook, and her other hand reached back frantically to grab my arm, her nails digging deep into my skin.
"What's wrong? Honey? Are you okay?"
Dad's voice was clearly tense now.
Mom gasped for breath, her face flushed red, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her eyes were slightly unfocused from the extreme stimulation and sudden invasion.
She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice, but the end of her words still carried an uncontrollable tremor:
"N... nothing... just... just now a little bug... landed on my neck... it was cold... I... I already swatted it away..."
After saying this, she turned her head again. This time, she wasn't just glaring at me; her eyes looked like they wanted to kill me, mixed with extreme shame, anger, and a hint of... the dazed, watery glint from being assaulted by pleasure.
I held her soft, plump waist and hips, feeling the pleasure of my cock being completely enveloped, squeezed, and sucked by the incredibly hot, tight, tender flesh inside her, which was contracting and clenching wildly from shock and stimulation. It felt so good it made my scalp tingle.
So tight.
She squeezed me so hard I almost came on the spot.
I leaned close to her other ear, the one not occupied by the phone, and whispered in a hoarse voice only we could hear:
"Mom... you're squeezing so tight..."
My hips began to move slowly, agonizingly, thrusting. My cock moved with difficulty inside her tight, slick passage, producing squelching, sticky, wet sounds.
"Is it..."
I licked her burning hot earlobe, "...more exciting... doing it while talking to Dad?"
Mom didn't speak.
She bit her lower lip tightly, not letting herself make another sound, but her body trembled uncontrollably from my movements.
Holding the phone, she tried hard to focus on responding to Dad's concern and small talk, but her breathing was clearly becoming more and more ragged, her exhales hot.
Watching her struggle to hold back, the wicked sense of conquest and pleasure in my heart grew even stronger.
My movements began to intensify.
Every time I pulled out, more glistening love juices followed.
Every time I thrust in, I drove deeper and harder against her sensitive core.
"Mmm...!"
Mom finally couldn't hold back again, a muffled groan escaping from her nose.
She suddenly slammed her butt back against me, hard!
"Ugh ah!"
We both let out a suppressed moan at the same time.
For me, it was because it felt amazing—that slam drove my cock in at a tricky angle, deeper into the very depths of her honey pot, the head grinding heavily against that most sensitive soft spot.
And for her...
Clearly, it was also because of the impact, a mix of pain and extreme pleasure.
On the other end of the phone, Dad seemed to hear some noise and asked again, "Honey? What was that sound? Is An'an still there with you?"
Mom took a deep breath, her voice carrying a barely detectable pant and tension:
"Yes... yes, she is. I... I just accidentally kicked the coffee table... it's fine. Keep talking, the project ends at the end of the month, right? That... that's good..."
As she spoke, she turned her head again, mouthing silently to me, "You... you go slower... don't... don't move..."
But how could I stop?
This kind of forbidden, illicit feeling.
The thrill of violating his wife right under Dad's nose was making me so excited I felt like I was about to explode.
I tightened my arms around her waist and began to thrust, slowly but firmly, inside her tight, slick depths.
Every movement was accompanied by the faint sound of our bodies colliding and her increasingly difficult-to-suppress, fragmented nasal sounds.
The call continued.
Dad's voice, Mom's forced calm responses, and the increasingly fast rhythm of my thrusts inside her all intertwined.
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