Dad was still chattering away on the other end, sharing amusing anecdotes from his project team, which colleague had pulled off another funny stunt, his tone quite cheerful.
Damn it, the happier he sounded, the more that twisted fire inside me burned.
I held onto Mom's plump, smooth buttocks, thrusting faster and deeper.
Each time the glans pulled out, it made a squelching, wet sound, then slammed back in hard, jolting her body forward with each impact. The two heavy, soft mounds of her chest pressed against the cold cabinet door, deforming under the pressure.
"Mmm... hah..."
Mom bit down hard on her lower lip, swallowing all her moans back down her throat. Only faint, intermittent, and utterly suppressed whimpers escaped through her nose.
Her breathing was a complete mess, her chest heaving violently, the knuckles of her fingers gripping the phone turning white.
But her body... was painfully honest.
I could feel that she was soaked inside, a complete mess. The scorching, tender flesh seemed to come alive, wrapping around me layer by layer with each deep thrust, desperately sucking and clinging.
Especially when I reached the deepest point, when the glans ground over that most sensitive soft spot, her entire honey pot would suddenly clench tight, squeezing me until my scalp tingled.
She was still trying to keep up with Dad: "Is... is that so? That... that sounds quite interesting... mmm..."
Her voice trembled, the tail end of her words drifting.
I let go of one hand supporting her buttock, lifted the hem of her nightgown, and let my palm crawl up her smooth spine. The fabric rubbed against her skin, making a faint rustling sound.
Soon, my hand slipped inside the nightgown, following the warm skin, groping its way upward.
Mom had taken a bath; she was completely bare underneath.
My palm met no resistance as it covered the heavy, soft mounds on her chest, one in each hand, gripping firmly. My fingertips sank into the slippery, pliant flesh, full to the brim, almost overflowing from between my fingers.
The two nipples at the tips were already hard as little pebbles, pressing against my palm.
I pinched one, using the pads of my thumb and index finger to rub, twist, and pull.
"Ah!"
Mom couldn't hold back, letting out a short, sharp cry, then immediately clamped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with panic as she looked at me.
On the other end of the phone, Dad's rambling paused: "Honey? What's wrong again?"
"N-nothing!" Mom's voice held obvious panic and a hint of panting, "Just... just now, it seemed like another bug... flew... flew past..."
As she spoke, she jabbed her elbow back hard into me, her eyes full of shameful warning: Lin An, enough is enough!
Not only did I not stop, I intensified. My fingers pinched and twisted her sensitive nipple even harder, while my lower body slammed forward fiercely, burying my entire cock to the hilt, the glans grinding hard against her delicate cervix.
"Ugh... mmm...!"
Mom's body shuddered violently as if electrocuted, her waist instantly going limp, only held up by my embrace to keep from sliding down.
She threw her head back, her neck forming an elegant curve, her red lips slightly parted as she gasped for air, not daring to make another sound. A layer of moisture, born from pleasure and shame, welled up in her eyes.
Dad seemed to buy her excuse and continued talking about other things.
Holding Mom, who was now soft all over and glistening with fragrant sweat, I continued thrusting into her tight, wet, slippery honey pot while pushing against her, step by step, moving toward the entrance hallway.
Very slowly.
With each step, my cock stirred and rubbed inside her hot, wet, tight passage, producing sticky, squelching, wet sounds. Her legs were so weak she could barely stand, relying on me to half-carry, half-drag her forward.
Finally, we reached the entrance hallway.
Mom braced her hands on the cold, narrow cabinet used for keys, her upper body leaning slightly forward.
This position made her buttocks arch even higher, making it easier for me to invade deeply.
She was still on the phone with Dad, her voice now carrying an unmistakable tremor and a nasal tone: "Mmm... I know... you... you take care of yourself out there too..."
And I, pressed right behind her, my hands back on her waist, holding her steady, began more forceful, wide-ranging thrusts.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The sound of my firm lower abdomen slapping against her snow-white buttocks was exceptionally clear and loud in the quiet hallway.
Mom was scared out of her wits, her honey pot instantly clamping down, tightly sucking onto my cock. She whipped her head around, mouthing a silent scream at me: *Softer! It's too loud!*
I leaned close to her ear, lowered my voice, and said with a malicious grin: "Mom, you're squeezing so tight... are you afraid Dad will hear?"
She glared at me with shame and anger, her face hot enough to fry an egg, but helpless.
Just as they were chatting about everyday family matters, I felt Mom's body in my arms begin to tremble uncontrollably. The contractions of her honey pot grew faster and more erratic, the tender flesh inside writhing and spasming wildly, sucking on my cock.
Warm streams of love juice gushed from her depths, pouring over my glans.
She was about to come.
At this moment, listening to her husband's voice, being fucked hard from behind by her son, on the verge of climax.
I licked her earlobe and whispered: "Mom, listening to Dad's voice, you seem... easier to make come?"
"Don't... don't say that... An'an... ah..."
Mom's voice held a sob, like pleading, yet also like enjoyment. She even raised one hand to cover her eyes, as if that could help her escape this absurd, shameful reality.
Typical ostrich behavior.
"Honey? Honey?"
Dad's voice suddenly came through, tinged with confusion.
Mom froze in fright, half of her impending climax scared away.
She quickly steadied her voice, though still panting, trying to calm down: "Wh-what is it, Jianguo?"
"Why are you panting so hard?" Dad's voice held even more suspicion.
My heart skipped a beat, and I involuntarily lightened my movements.
Mom was clearly frightened by this question too; I could feel her honey pot suddenly clamp down, almost squeezing my cock in half.
She stammered for an excuse: "I... I just... did some yoga! Yes, did some yoga for a bit, I'm a little tired..."
She paused, seeming to think this reason wasn't convincing enough, then quickly added, her tone even taking on a hint of reproach: "Besides, with our son here, what are you worried about?"
There was a two-second silence on the other end, followed by Dad's hearty laughter: "Hahaha, that's true! I'm overthinking it."
Mom and I both sighed in relief simultaneously.
Mom immediately turned her head and shot me a fierce glare, her eyes saying, *It's all your fault.*
I pouted, but the jealousy in my heart bubbled up again because of Dad's natural "honey" just now and Mom's defense of him.
Mom then asked: "Jianguo, is there something else?"
Feeling displeased, my movements holding her buttocks changed from thrusting to a slow, tormenting grind.
The glans drew circles inside her hot, wet passage, focusing on that sensitive soft spot.
"Next Saturday, my cousin Lin Yihan is getting married, you know, right?" Dad said.
"Who? You said Lin Yihan is getting married?" Mom's voice held genuine surprise.
"Yeah, they said they met through a matchmaker, dated for a while, felt it was good, plus she's not young anymore, so they settled on it."
"Auntie must be so happy. I didn't know."
"She sent me a message, asking me to tell you. I can't go back next week, so only you and An'an can go."
Hearing them chat so naturally, so familiarly, even starting to plan next week's schedule, that twisted fire and jealousy inside me mixed together, burning away all my reason.
I suddenly tightened my arms around Mom's waist, no longer gentle, and began fucking her fast and hard!
"Slap slap slap slap—!"
The sound of flesh slapping instantly became dense and loud, echoing in the hallway.
"Ah!"
Caught off guard, Mom let out a short cry, immediately bit her lip, and turned to look at me in panic.
Seeing me pursing my lips, looking unhappy, she was momentarily stunned, then a flicker of understanding, and a hint of... secret amusement passed through her eyes.
On the other end, Dad's confused voice came again: "What was that sound?"
Mom reacted much faster this time. She even adjusted her breathing to make her voice sound a bit impatient: "It's getting colder, the mosquitoes are coming inside! Swatting mosquitoes!"
As she spoke, she even deliberately arched her back, making her snow-white buttocks slap against my lower abdomen more heavily, producing two crisp "slap, slap" sounds.
"Alright then," Dad seemed to believe it, his voice carrying a smile, "I have to get busy again, I'll hang up now."
"Okay, bye."
The dial tone of the ended call sounded.
Mom let out a long, long sigh of relief, her whole body seeming to lose its bones as she slumped softly onto the cold cabinet, only her buttocks still slightly arched due to my deeply buried cock.
After a few seconds, she turned her face sideways. The corners of her eyes still held the fading flush of passion, but the corner of her mouth curled into a teasing arc: "What's wrong, An'an? Jealous?"
Her voice was soft and seductive, husky from the aftermath.
"Yeah."
I grumbled, my movements not stopping, still thrusting into her, "I'm jealous. Envious that Dad can call you 'honey.'"
Mom chuckled softly, turned her head, and kissed my cheek, wet and warm.
"He's my husband, isn't it natural for him to call me honey?"
This sentence was like a small thorn, pricking my heart even more uncomfortably.
I pressed my lips together, silent, only tightening my grip on her buttocks, the force of my thrusts becoming heavy and urgent, as if trying to vent all my resentment and jealousy into this plump, alluring body.
"Slower... An'an... slower... ah... you're fucking Mom to death... too deep... hitting the deepest part... wu..."
Mom moaned continuously under my fucking, her body swaying back and forth with my thrusts, her breasts pressed against the cabinet, deforming under the pressure.
But while her mouth begged for mercy, her buttocks honestly pushed back to meet me, the slippery flesh inside biting down hard, sucking, each deep thrust producing a lewd, squelching "gush" sound.
I could clearly feel how greedily that ring of soft flesh inside tightened around my shaft, like countless little mouths sucking, especially when pulling out—the suction almost pulled my soul out.
Her plump buttocks slapped against my lower abdomen with loud smacks, creating tempting waves of flesh.
I still didn't speak, just buried myself in the hard work, putting all my strength into each thrust, wishing I could shove my entire self into the deepest part of her.
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