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After calming down my mother, my gaze shifted to her full and exceptionally perky bosom. It continued to entice me. Slowly, I reached out my hand and aimed for the gap in my mother's pajamas collar. I boldly delved in, feeling the soft and fragrant sensation of her ample and tender breasts in my grasp.
Just as my mother closed her eyes to rest for a moment, she suddenly felt her chest being attacked, triggering her reflex to resist.
However, with one hand holding my mother's head in place and my thick cock forcefully penetrating her mouth, she was completely immobilized. She had no choice but to use both of her hands to tightly grasp my arm, attempting to make me let go.
"Mmm... Mmm..." My mother's muffled words were incomprehensible since her mouth was filled with my cock, producing only whimpering sounds.
Nevertheless, I could still understand her general meaning: she wanted me to release her.
Certainly, at this moment, I had no intention of letting my mother go. Gradually, I increased the strength in my hand, kneading her ample breasts, while my waist began to move, thrusting my cock into my mother's mouth.
"Don't move, Mom, let me touch." My words did not convince my mother to obediently comply. The most sensitive part of her breasts was being squeezed and kneaded, driving her unable to stay calm. She desperately clung to my assaulting arms with both hands, hoping to make me stop.
But I wasn't about to release my mother at this time. I increased the intensity of my movements, my cock delving even deeper into her mouth. One side of my mother's delicate face was already depressed, her tender red lips distorted. Meanwhile, my fingers found her girlish pink bud and gave it a firm pinch.
"Mmm... Mm... Oh, oh..." As her nipples were being squeezed, a surge of pleasure instantly overwhelmed my mother. Her love juices flowed down like a river, finally emanating from her own wet hole. There was no need to speculate; it was undoubtedly soaked down there.
My mother's body felt hot and restless. She continuously writhed her delicate figure, her pair of beautiful legs rubbing against each other in a rhythmic motion.
"Mom, you can't bite." As I said that, I gradually increased the pressure in my fingers, pinching her tender nipples tightly.
Being pressed hard on the back of her head by my hand, my mother couldn't move. An overwhelming sense of humiliation made her nearly cry.
'This jerk son...'
'My mouth feels so uncomfortable...'
'And my nipples too...'
'But why am I feeling pleasure?'
'Shouldn't this hurt a lot?'
'I can't take it anymore...'
'I can't hold on any longer...'
'Should I just give in...'
As soon as this thought emerged, it expanded infinitely in my mother's mind.
Gradually, the strength in my mother's hand diminished until it disappeared completely. Her teeth, which had been biting my cock faintly, opened again, and she lightly patted my arm.
"Should've done it earlier."
I knew my mother had surrendered. This made me even happier than winning a battle.
I released my hold on my mother's nipples and shifted my attention to her ample breasts. I pinched and kneaded them, while my cock resumed its thrusting.
"Mom, use your tongue to lick."
My mother had completely abandoned resistance, closing her eyes and without much hesitation, she extended her small tongue, licking the areas she could reach.
"Great job, Mom. You're licking so well."
My mother's eyelashes quivered slightly. Perhaps, for her, such praise was a form of humiliation.
But I didn't care about that. I enjoyed my mother's little mouth and her ample breasts, an indulgence that even my father had never experienced.
After a few more minutes, my mother's licking gradually became lighter. It was easy to tell that she was getting tired.
I said to my mother, "Are you tired, Mom? Let's change positions."
I slowly moved onto the sofa. My feet were on either side of my mother's face as I assumed a squatting position, with my buttocks suspended above her head.
"Mom, I'll take care of it myself. Rest for a while."
After saying that, I began thrusting into my mother's mouth, inserting my hands into her bra and fondling her breasts with one hand each.
"Mmm... Uh... Mmm..."
This position intensified my mother's sense of humiliation. She felt as if she was being used a toilet. As soon as she opened her eyes, she could see my buttocks close by. My mother shook her head disapprovingly and whimpered in resistance.
Fortunately, I had my feet clamped around my mother's head, preventing her from escaping. When my mother stopped cooperating, I used one hand to pinch each of her nipples gently.
"Don't move, Mom!"
This move worked as expected. Hearing my stern tone and feeling her nipples being stimulated, my mother instantly lost her temper. She held onto my feet with both hands, obediently tilting her head back and opening her mouth for me to play with.
"Oh... It feels good..."
This position was incredibly comfortable. My penis went deeper than usual, and my mother was lying flat on her back. If my mother were at the edge of the bed with her head hanging down, I felt like I could penetrate her throat.
However, my mother's throat was indeed too narrow. Even if she didn't deliberately resist, I couldn't enter at all. It would be a long way to go before I could make my mother deepthroat.
But just this much already satisfied me. The feeling of happiness overflowed like my mother's bursting breasts, spreading from my fingertips.
My hands continuously changed the shape of my mother's huge breasts. The three-quarter cup bra enveloped my entire hand, making her breasts tightly pressed against me.
The aroma of her ample bosom seeped through the bra, reaching my nostrils, carrying a hint of warmth. The intoxicating fragrance tempted me to put her lovely nipples into my mouth and taste them recklessly.
Unfortunately, I am not a dancer, and I don't have such flexibility. I couldn't simultaneously engage in oral play with my mother's mouth and nipples while doing this. So, I had to temporarily abandon that idea.
But since I couldn't lick here, I could lick another place.
I swallowed my saliva and shifted my gaze to my mother's lower body.
Her thighs, covered by her sleeping gown, revealed a slight depression, which was where my mother's most mysterious hole was hidden. Together with her shapely thighs, it formed a small triangle.
I couldn't wait any longer; I wanted to taste it. However, my mother had her legs closed, making it difficult for me to initiate. So, I remained still, waiting for the right moment.
After all the anticipation, I didn't rush for immediate action. I deliberately changed my position for this specific purpose.
Finally, my mother didn't make me wait long. With my skilful techniques, the pleasure from her massive breasts overwhelmed her, causing her legs to inadvertently bend, forming a ninety-degree angle with her body. Although her legs were still together, it was much more convenient than having them straight.
I knew I couldn't wait any longer. Slowly withdrawing my hands, I forcefully spread my mother's legs apart and pressed my body against hers, burying my head between her legs.
By the time my mother realized what was happening, it was already too late. With my head blocking her, she couldn't close her legs anymore. She could only hold onto my head to prevent me from moving.
"Uh... Uh... Uh... Mmm... Oh..."
My mother wriggled in fear, but I had already straightened my legs, trapping her head between them. She couldn't spit out my cock from her mouth and could only make dissatisfied moaning sounds.
Ignoring my mother's resistance, I extended my finger and lightly touched her white panties.
"Uh..."
My mother's body tensed up as if struck by an electric shock, unable to restrain her moans.
I had indeed touched my mother's tender slit with my finger, and as expected, it was already wet. I slowly moved my finger, gently pressing it against her clitoris and began rubbing.
"Uh... Uh... Uh... Mmm... Uh... Uh..."
With each press, my mother would moan. But this only made me feel more comfortable.
Because my penis was being sucked by my mother's mouth, most of the sounds she made were contained within her oral cavity. The resulting vibrations felt like a massage for my cock.
This pleasurable sensation made me once again feel the urge to ejaculate. I knew I couldn't wait any longer; if I waited any longer, I would cum.
To divert my attention and proceed to the next step, I pushed my mother's panties to the side, exposing her delicate pink pussy.
Although it was late at night and visibility was poor, I could still sense how tender my mother's secret place was. I couldn't resist getting closer, little by little.
"Mmm... Oh... Mmm... Mmm..."
Each warm breath I exhaled hit my mother's secret place all over. She grabbed my thigh in fear, squeezing it hard. My head, trapped between her legs, shook vigorously. But this only brought me more pleasure. My shaft was stirring wildly inside my mother's mouth, unable to withstand the sensation, and droplets of fragrant saliva escaped from the corners of her mouth.
"Mom, I'm about to climax."
I couldn't wait any longer. I gave my mother a signal, opened my mouth wide, and took her erect clitoris in one swift bite.
"Ugh!!!"
My mother reacted as if struck by a massive shock. Her legs clamped tightly around my head, her eyes widened, and her fingernails seemed to want to dig into my thigh. We stayed frozen like that for over ten seconds before she finally relaxed.
However, her legs still clung tightly to me, as if I couldn't reach her pussy like this.
Her clasped legs made my head ache, but I was more excited. I couldn't believe how skilled my mother was at squeezing me. I wondered how amazing it would feel to make love with her long slender legs entwined around my waist.
After my mother eased a bit, I began attacking her tender pussy, forcefully drilling my tongue into her opening.
The intensity of my actions overwhelmed my mother. Her fingers desperately wanted to bury themselves in my flesh, resisting the pleasure surging through her body.
This was the first time my mother was experiencing cunnilingus while fully conscious. She had never imagined that being pleasured orally could feel so good.
'Isn't this supposed to be where you pee? Why would anyone want to lick it?'
'But then again, I seem to have licked my son's shaft quite a bit, and that's also where urine comes out.'
'It's truly pleasurable. How did I not know about this before?'
'Would my husband be willing to do this for me?'
'If he really wanted to, who would be better at it, him or our son?'
While my mother was lost in her thoughts, I savoured the moment.
My mother's honey pot was incredibly tender. Her labia were thin with barely any folds, and it felt like they melted in my mouth.
"Snap..."
I crazily tugged at my mother's panties, tearing them apart with a bit of force. I feverishly licked and tasted her clitoris, urethra opening, and labia. My saliva covered every inch of my mother's pussy.
My wild actions finally brought my mother back to her senses. Waves of pleasure surged through her body, and she couldn't resist any longer. Her vaginal fluids flowed more and more, and her uncontrollable moans filled the air.
"Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Oh... Mmm..."
I consumed every drop of my mother's love juices. Hearing her soft moans, I knew she was on the verge of climax. I shook my head, sucking and licking, gradually lifting my mother to the clouds.
'Another climax... This is the second one today...'
'But it feels so good...
'No... I can't take it anymore...'
'Please stop licking...'
'I really...'
'Can't hold on... husband… save me…'
Deep within her heart, Mom cried out, but unfortunately, her mouth was filled with a large object. It transformed her cries into depraved moans. The immense pleasure finally brought Mom to climax.
Her beautiful legs intertwined around my head, her slender waist uncontrollably thrusting upwards, and a substantial amount of fluids flowed from her pussy opening.
I accepted everything that came my way, taking in all of Mom's love juices into my mouth. A few droplets escaped and landed on the sofa, leaving it damp.
After about ten seconds, Mom finally relaxed. She released my head from her legs, occasionally experiencing spasms, which demonstrated the intensity of her orgasmic pleasure.
With a lingering desire, I licked Mom's tender orifice and sat up. My thick cock withdrew from Mom's mouth, leaving behind a glistening trail of saliva.
My liberated mother desperately gasped for fresh air. The recent climax and the huge shaft in her mouth had left her unable to breathe. The intense suffocation made her feel lightheaded, and she could only lay motionless.
I withdrew my cock, adjusted my position, and brought my mouth, moistened with her love juices, towards my mother's lips, while my erect cock pressed firmly against her still pulsating entrance.
Exhausted and unable to resist, my mother was easily overpowered. I pried her lips open effortlessly, teasing and sucking on her tender tongue. A strong taste overwhelmed her senses, and she submitted to my will like a toy.
Saliva and love fluids mingled, our distinct liquids never parting even as our lips separated, intensifying the lascivious scene.
"Mother..."
I gazed affectionately into her eyes, my gaze filled with adoration.
At first, my mother didn't grasp the meaning behind my actions. It wasn't until the enormous glans pressed against her entrance that she regained her senses, instinctively attempting to resist.
"No, don't..."
Hearing my mother's refusal saddened me deeply. We had already come this far, so why was I still being rejected?
"You still won't accept me?"
The sudden desolation in my voice overwhelmed my mother, and she looked into my eyes, even in the darkness sensing the sadness within.
My mother couldn't understand why I felt this way. It didn't seem like an act; even her husband had never appeared so heartbroken.
"Can't you try to accept me?" I asked once again.
My words, akin to a confession, stripped away any remnants of rationality in my mother. Unconsciously, she cast herself in the role of a vulnerable woman and couldn't bring herself to meet my gaze. In a panic, she explained, "I... I'm not ready yet..."
My mother knew this explanation held no persuasive power. With a little more insistence from me, she wouldn't be able to refuse.
But I desired more than just my mother's body; I wanted her heart. If I were to take her now, I would never obtain her complete devotion.
"Alright then."
Upon hearing my concession, my mother breathed a sigh of relief. At least she had evaded the situation for today.
However, she didn't know how long she could hold out. Observing my forced smile, my mother even felt a tinge of regret for rejecting me earlier.
I fetched some tissues and carefully wiped away the fluids from her body and the saliva from her face. My gestures were gentle, and my mother relaxed, even allowing me to cleanse my own entrance without resistance.
Once we were clean, I lifted my mother in my arms. She obediently leaned against my chest, unsure of my intentions, but feeling only tranquillity within. My mother knew I wouldn't force her anymore.
As I held my mother and walked, I spoke softly, "Mother, I will wait for you. I exist for you. I want to make you the happiest woman in the world."
"So, no matter how long it takes, I will wait for you."
With these words, I stood before my mother's bedroom door. After lightly kissing her lips, I turned and left.
Watching me depart, my mother suddenly had a premonition that she might never see me again.
"Well, I can always return to the Dragon Group,"
A sentence that I had said half-jokingly before echoed in my mother's mind, causing her to panic uncontrollably. She quickly called out to me.
"Xiaofeng."
"Yes?" I turned back, puzzled, and looked at my mother.
Actually, my mother didn't know why she called me back. However, her instincts told her that if she didn't stop me, she might lose me again.
Still undecided on her response, she hesitated for a moment. Finally, she mustered her courage and said, "Next time, if I can't control myself, I'll give in to you..."
Her voice grew quieter, and the courage she had mustered dissipated as soon as she finished speaking. But at least she managed to express those words.
Afterward, my mother felt a burning heat all over her body. She was certain her face must have turned red as blood. Without waiting for my reaction, she hastily ran back into the room, fleeing as if escaping.
Seeing my mother's shy expression and recalling her words, an uncontrollable smile appeared on my face. I turned around and also went back inside.
However, sleep proved elusive tonight. Though my mother and I lay in separate beds, both of us were unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling, lost in our thoughts. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning, when we could no longer endure it, that we both drifted off to sleep.