The glans roughly ground over the sensitive folds of her inner walls, slamming hard against that soft spot, making her whole body tremble violently, her honey pot contracting and squeezing wildly.
"Alright, alright... don't be jealous..."
Mom's voice was like honey, carrying a coaxing tone, though her panting grew more rapid, "Right now... right now, isn't Mom still... doing this absurd thing with you? Mmm?... ah... softer..."
She paused, then, in that sickeningly sweet, soft voice, called out lightly, word by word:
"Li-ttle~ hus-band~"
Those last three words struck me like a bolt of lightning to the crown of my head.
My whole body stiffened, even my thrusting stopped.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest, blood roared to my head, my ears buzzed.
"Mom..."
My voice was terribly dry, barely able to form a complete sentence, "You... what did you call me..."
Sensing my stiffness and shock, Mom turned her head sideways, her wet, almond-shaped eyes glancing at me slyly, with a hint of mischief and testing: "What? Don't like it? Then I won't call you that anymore."
"Call me!"
I almost roared, my arms suddenly tightening, holding her firmly against me, "Mom! Call me a few more times! Please!"
Mom smiled, a smile so bewitchingly seductive it could steal souls.
She slightly lifted her chin, her red lips close to my ear, her hot, moist breath exhaling as she slowly said in that panting, utterly lewd tone:
"Little husband... fuck me... fuck your wife's slutty pussy hard..."
"Wife's inside is so itchy... so empty... wants little husband's big cock... all of it inside... pierce through me... fuck Mom's slutty hole open... fuck it to pieces..."
Boom—!
The string in my brain named reason snapped completely.
An unprecedented, excitement and possessiveness instantly swept through my entire body.
My cock was painfully swollen, hard as an iron rod, and it grew another size inside her hot, wet passage, stretching her and drawing a satisfied yet pained whimper from her lips.
"Wife... wife... mommy wife..."
I growled incoherently, my hips like a motor, beginning a frantic, unrestrained thrusting!
Each thrust was deep and heavy, the glans slamming brutally against her tender cervix with a wet, squelching sound.
I could feel how that soft flesh was ruthlessly scraped and pried open by the ridge of my glans. Each impact made her body bounce upward, intense spasms and sucking sensations coming from deep within her honeyed passage.
Each withdrawal was almost to the root, pulling out copious amounts of thick, frothy love fluid that splattered onto our bellies, thighs, and the cold floor tiles.
She was utterly soaked, sticky juices trickling down the inside of her thighs, glistening with a lewd sheen under the light.
"Slap slap slap slap—!"
The sound of flesh colliding was as dense as a storm, echoing violently in the narrow space of the entryway.
My balls slapped heavily against her wet mound, making crisp "slap" sounds that intertwined with her high-pitched, wanton cries.
"Ah! Ah! Little husband... so good... fucking your wife so well... my slutty pussy... my slutty pussy is going to be fucked to pieces... ah ah ah!... Faster... harder... yes... right there... you're killing me... little husband's big cock... you're piercing through mommy's slutty heart... ah... I'm going to pee... I'm going to be fucked into peeing by little husband...!"
Mom had completely let go too, no longer suppressing, no longer holding back. She gripped the edge of the cabinet with both hands, threw her head back, and cried out wantonly.
Lewd words and wanton moans poured out like a floodgate had opened, each cry louder and more seductive than the last.
Her body swayed violently like a willow branch in a gale, her heavy breasts completely flattened and deformed against the cabinet, her nipples rubbing and stiffening against the cold surface.
"You're hitting it... you're hitting the flower heart... my womb... my cervix is going to be pried open... ah ah ah... little husband... harder... harder... fuck your slutty wife harder!... Shoot your cum... all of it... inside me... fill mommy's slutty womb... give it to mommy... ah... I can't... I'm dying... I'm being fucked to death by little husband...!"
Her honeyed passage was like an insatiably greedy little mouth, frantically contracting, sucking, and squeezing my cock, especially that soft flesh at the cervix, which kept sucking on my glans with astonishing force, as if trying to suck my balls right in.
This all-around stimulation—visual, auditory, tactile—combined with the psychological thrill of the forbidden titles "wife" and "little husband," sent my pleasure soaring beyond the heavens.
"Mommy wife... I'm going to cum... cumming for you... all for you!"
I growled, and after one final storm of frantic thrusting, I pressed my glans hard against her spasming cervix, released the floodgates, and hot, thick semen shot fiercely, jet after jet, deep into the very core of her womb!
"Ah ah ah—! It's shooting in! So hot... filling me up... my womb is being filled up... little husband... ah ah ah!... It's burning me... shoot... shoot more... give all your seed... to mommy... ah... so good... being shot full by little husband... my soul is flying away...!"
Mom reached her climax at the same moment. Her body arched violently backward, her neck stretched in a desperate curve, and deep within her honeyed passage, frantic spasms and convulsions seized her, like countless little mouths desperately sucking and milking my essence.
A warm liquid gushed from deep inside her, mixing with my semen, trickling down from where we were joined, wetting even more of the area.
We both went limp at the same time.
Mom completely collapsed, her upper body fully slumped over the cabinet, only her buttocks still slightly raised, bearing the last of my spurts and my weight.
Her body still twitched slightly, her honeyed passage contracting now and then, squeezing my half-soft cock, milking out the last few drops of semen.
I, too, exhausted, collapsed onto her sweat-drenched back, panting like a dying dog. My cock slowly softened inside her warmth but was still reluctantly enveloped by that greedy flesh.
Her back was covered in fine beads of sweat, her hair stuck to her neck, emitting the intense scent of her body after the steam of passion.
The air was thick with the lewd mix of the heavy scent of semen and female arousal, along with our own heavy, uneven panting.
We lay like that for several minutes, neither moving.
Only she occasionally let out a satisfied, kitten-like whimper, her body shifting slightly beneath me.
Until Mom's voice, slightly hoarse and tinged with laughter, softly broke the silence:
"Satisfied? Little jealous jar?"
I lay on her back, my face buried in her fragrant hair, and grunted a muffled "Mhm."
More than satisfied.
I was practically in heaven.
We lay there piled up in front of the entryway cabinet, panting heavily, neither of us speaking.
A long time passed before I slowly pushed myself up from Mom's sweat-dampened back.
My cock had already gone soft, reluctantly released by her warm, wet inner walls with a soft "pop," bringing out a small stream of milky white fluid mixed with our bodily fluids, which dripped onto her slightly swollen, still-glistening entrance and the floor tiles.
I looked down at my own thing.
It was limp, but coated in a sticky mess—my semen, thick and milky white, and more of Mom's love juices, transparent and slippery, all mixed together, glistening under the dim yellow light, looking particularly... lewd.
The scent of hawthorn flowers mixed with female bodily fluids in the air grew even stronger.
A particularly crazy thought suddenly popped into my head.
I leaned close to Mom's ear—she was still leaning against the cabinet, breathing heavily as she recovered—my lips almost touching her earlobe, and whispered in a hoarse, post-sex voice:
"Mom..." I moved closer, my hot breath hitting her sweaty neck, "how about..."
I lowered my voice and poured out my wild idea to her all at once.
The more I spoke, the harder I grew below, pressing against the cleft of her buttocks again.
After hearing me, Mom's body visibly stiffened, her face instantly flushing red. She raised her hand and gave my shoulder a light but firm punch: "You... you little rascal! What kind of absurd things are you thinking about all day long!"
Mom looked at me, her face flushing bright red again, her eyes darting away briefly.
But she didn't say "no" again.
She just turned her face away, burying it back in the crook of her arm, and muttered very softly, almost inaudibly: "...little rascal."
I knew she had agreed.
That wicked fire and excitement inside me surged up another notch.
I quickly pulled up my pants and reached for the door.
With a "click," the lock opened.
I pulled the heavy security door inward, leaving a crack.
The darkness and cool air from the hallway outside instantly seeped through the gap.
It collided with the warm, ambiguous, lust-filled air inside, making me shiver.
"An... An-an..."
Mom's voice immediately trembled noticeably.
She even instinctively shrank behind me, her cold fingers gripping my wrist tightly.
"R-really... do we really have to do this?"
She looked up at me, her eyes unusually bright in the dim light, filled with panic and uncertainty. "Outside... outside..."
"Mom, didn't you agree?"
I held her cold hand in mine, squeezing it firmly, as if to give her strength or to bolster my own courage.
My voice was low but insistent.
"We'll stay right by the door, not go far. The door is open too. If there's any movement, we can run right back in."
I paused, looking at her slightly pale face from nervousness, and added, with a hint of coaxing:
"Besides... answering the phone earlier was so exciting. Wouldn't going outside be even more thrilling? Mom, you... sounded so good later."
Mom's face flushed instantly, glaring at me with shame and annoyance, but the fear in her eyes seemed to fade a bit, replaced by the memory my words evoked.
She bit her lower lip, her throat visibly moving as she swallowed.
"...Okay."
Finally, she forced out a single word from deep in her throat.
Her voice was dry but carried a sense of resolve.
I tightened my grip on her hand, turned sideways, and squeezed through the door crack first.
Then, pulling her along, I slowly moved us outside.
The security door behind us was left slightly ajar, with a palm-width gap.
The hallway was pitch black.
The motion-sensor light was probably broken or hadn't been triggered yet, lying dormant in the silence.
Only the faint yellow light leaking from our door faintly outlined the hallway walls and the closed security door of the neighbor across from us.
The air was cool, carrying the scent of dust and the slightly stuffy smell unique to hallways.
It clashed sharply with the intense, lustful scent clinging to us and filling the room.
This contrast made my heart beat even faster, pounding against my ribs.
Mom stood pressed close to me, and I could feel her trembling slightly. Her palms were sweaty with cold sweat, tightly clutching my fingers.
"Mom, don't be afraid."
I whispered, pulling her as we moved toward the wall near our side, opposite the elevator.
Our footsteps sounded a bit loud in the silent hallway.
"Whoosh—!"
Just as we reached the wall and I was about to lean against it, the motion-sensor light above us, as if finally waking up, suddenly turned on!
Blinding white light instantly dispelled the darkness, illuminating the entire hallway as bright as day!
"Ah!"
Mom let out a short, startled cry, like a frightened rabbit, shrinking into my arms, her face buried tightly against my chest, her body trembling even more violently.
"Don't be scared, don't be scared, it's just the light."
I was also startled by the sudden brightness but forced myself to stay calm, patting her back to soothe her.
My eyes quickly scanned the area.
The hallway was empty. The doors of the two neighbors across from us were tightly shut, with no light coming from their peepholes.
It should be safe.
Leaning against the cool wall, I relaxed slightly.
But Mom in my arms was still shaking.
"Mom, it's okay. The light's on now, so we can see clearly."
I whispered soothingly, gently stroking her back.
It took Mom several seconds to slowly lift her head from my chest.
Her face was still pale. She looked around nervously, confirming no one was there, before letting out a long, trembling sigh.
But then, an even greater sense of shame washed over her.
Because now, we were truly standing outside our home.
In the hallway.
Under the light.
She was only wearing that beige nightgown. The hem had been lifted earlier, and though it was down now, it might still be somewhat disheveled.
And me—my pants zipper wasn't even properly fastened, and I was completely empty inside.
"An... An-an..."
Her voice trembled, on the verge of tears. "Let's... let's go back inside, okay? Mom... Mom really..."
"Mom, you promised me."
I interrupted her, my tone gentle but firm.
I released my arm from around her and began unbuttoning my pants.
"Just for a little while, it'll be quick."
Watching my movements, Mom's breathing grew rapid, her eyes struggling intensely.
But in the end, she slowly, slowly bent over in front of me.
Her hands hesitantly rested on my waist.
This position made the hem of her nightgown hang naturally, but because she was bent over, her buttocks slightly raised, the fabric stretched taut, outlining the full, rounded curves of her buttocks.
Under the bright light, it was especially enticing.
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