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"Will you be coming back late today... mmm..."
"Yeah, we'll have the company's annual meeting today, just two more days until the holiday."
"Mmm, alright... drink less... mmm..."
"Okay, what's wrong, honey? You sound strange."
"Oh... I'm having dinner... oh..."
"Oh, I see. By the way, let's go visit our hometown during the holiday. It's been two years since we last went there."
"Mmm... okay..."
"Well, I have to go now. I'll talk to you later."
"Click..."
After hanging up the phone, my mom angrily tapped me and said, "Couldn't you have let me finish the call? What if your dad found out?"
Looking at my mom's angry expression, I held my thick dark cock and rubbed it against her tender lips while saying, "I couldn't help it, Mom."
"Hmph..."
My mom glared at me with her beautiful eyes and wanted to scold me, but I forcefully pushed my cock against her teeth, and as soon as she opened her mouth, it was invaded by the huge glans.
"Lick it nicely, Mom. Otherwise, I won't be able to ejaculate."
'While making he serve his penis, he also humiliates me, hateful…'
Despite my mom's anger, she had no choice but to obediently serve the big cock in her mouth with her skilled tongue. In a way, she was used to this already.
My mom could never forget that just a few days ago, she used her mouth for a whole hour, her mouth was completely numb, but I still couldn't ejaculate. In the end, she had no choice but to use her slender hands and feet in turn. And when I started showing signs of ejaculation, she frantically licked and sucked with her mouth. After enduring for an hour and a half that day, I finally filled her mouth completely.
Keeping her mouth open for a long time made my mom's cheeks stiff. Her head was buzzing, and she was more exhausted than if she had experienced a big battle. She had no strength at all. Even if she wanted to spit out the semen in her mouth, she couldn't find the energy. In the end, the semen flowed out of the corners of her mouth, and she fell asleep in a dazed and drowsy state.
Since then, my mom completely surrendered when it came to making me ejaculate using her mouth. She would lick when told to lick and suck when told to suck. She was obedient like a pet.
Just like now, I'm sitting on the sofa, my hands inserted into my mom's nightgown, holding her two huge breasts, and enjoying them. My mom doesn't resist at all. Instead, she willingly buries her head between my legs and works hard. Even without my "supervision," she never stops.
Because I didn't touch her breasts last time, it took an hour and a half to achieve ejaculation. My mom now remembers it with fear. In my words, if I don't touch them, I can't ejaculate. So she can only let me do as I please.
I bet Dad couldn't even imagine that his wife, after hanging up the phone, would be swallowing their son's big angry cock.
While enjoying my mom's service, my thoughts drifted back to a few days ago.
That night under the moon, I had an ambiguous encounter with my mom. Although we didn't make much physical progress, our relationship progressed rapidly emotionally.
My mom no longer resists any of my teasing, and she willingly uses any part of her body to satisfy me, except her vagina. She carefully protects her lower body, not letting me touch it, in order to preserve the last boundary. Because my mom told me in person, if it happens again, she will give herself to me. So my mom has been cautious these days, doing her best to help me. She thought that if I could release my desires every day, I might not be so eager to have her.
Although my mom's thinking is not entirely correct, it still has some effect. At least, after each release, the desire to have my mom's vagina diminishes slightly. Otherwise, spending every day alone with me, my mom doesn't know how long she can hold on.
Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that both my mom and I are on vacation now, so every day before my dad comes home from work, it's our time alone together.
As the glans tingled, I came to my senses. My mom actually spat out my meat stick. Her skilful pink tongue was licking the huge glans, creating a striking contrast between the purplish-red glans and my mom's delicate tongue. It was a visual feast of pleasure. Such a scene could be described as a visual extravaganza.
"Mom, how did you learn this move?" I asked in disbelief.
"What move? What are you talking about?" My mother was clearly unaware of how provocative she looked as she stroked the object with her hand, and said to me, "I am a little tired but I'm afraid you won't climax, so I'll just lick it for a while and take a break."
"Mom, you're really quick-witted." This statement wasn't meant to insult her but was genuinely praising my mom.
However, my mom thought I was mocking her again and gave me a disdainful look, saying, "Go away, I won't help you anymore."
"No, no, no, I won't say anything. Mom, please continue."
Seeing my mom getting angry, I quickly apologized and accompanied her. Only then did my mom calm down and continue licking with her tongue.
Mom's tongue tip was slender, and her tongue was relatively thin. Combined with the continuously secreted saliva, it appeared somewhat transparent in the sunlight. Compared to the ferocious glans, it was like a baby encountering a tiger, creating a stark contrast.
Under my mom's devoted service, I quickly felt the sensation of ejaculation. Looking at my mom's celestial and beautiful face, I suddenly wanted to ejaculate on her face, tarnishing this beautiful female teacher.
As I thought, I stood up abruptly, grabbing my mom's little hand to continue masturbating, and pinching her chin with my other hand, saying, "Mom, I want to ejaculate on your face this time."
Upon hearing this, my mom became unwilling and said, "No, if it gets on my face, I'll have to wash it off."
But my mom couldn't resist me at all. Even though she struggled hard, she was still under my control.
"It's alright, Mom. I'll wash it off for you. Don't move. I'm about to ejaculate."
I accelerated the speed of my movements, and at that moment, my mom stopped resisting. Her eyes tightly closed, brows furrowed, and her little mouth was tightly pursed. The slightly trembling eyelashes showed how nervous my mom was.
For my mom, ejaculating on her face was different from her mouth. Although both were shameful, it might be a psychological effect. My mom always felt that being ejaculated on her face was like being urinated on, and she had an inexplicable fear of semen suddenly covering her pretty face.
Seeing my mom's submissive appearance, I couldn't hold back any longer. I vigorously masturbated a few more times, and the thick white stinky semen instantly sprayed onto my mom's delicate face.
"Um..." As she was stained by the scorching hot semen, my mom instinctively let out a muffled groan and then tightly closed her mouth. Although she had been facialized more than once by me, it was the first time she was accepting is willingly. However, she thought that it wouldn't be appropriate for her to open her mouth and accept the semen. That would be even more debased than a prostitute.
Thinking this way, my mom couldn't say much, and I didn't want to make it too difficult for her to open her mouth and receive the semen. It would take time to gradually train her.
Gushes of semen rushed towards my mom's beautiful face. The first shot hit her forehead, then her eyebrows, nose, mouth, and chin. Under my deliberate control, my mom's entire face was covered with my semen, and a few drops clung to her long eyelashes. The semen also stained her little hand, which connected to my exposed glans.
I brought the glans close to my mom's lips, smearing the remaining semen on her lips. As I pulled away, a strand of semen, with remarkable viscosity, stuck to my mom's little mouth and the massive glans, clinging in the air.
Seeing my mom's exquisite face defiled by semen, a perverse pleasure filled me with immense satisfaction. I couldn't help but pick up my phone and start taking pictures of my mom.
"Click!"
Hearing the sound of the camera, my mom finally realized what was happening. She fiercely slapped me and then struggled to stand up.
My mom wanted to say something, but she couldn't open her mouth. There was just too much semen. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, it would flow into her mouth.
She also didn't dare to open her eyes. The thick semen was like glue, tightly sealing my mom's eyes together.
Unable to see with her eyes, and waiting for so long without me saying anything, my mom couldn't hold back anymore. She wiped off the semen from her mouth with her hand and said, "I told you not to do it on my face. You always release so much. It's all over the place now."
"Hey, Mom, semen has a beautifying effect, I'm doing it for your own good."
Seeing Mom getting angry, I quickly put away my phone and took a tissue to wipe her face.
"What? I had no idea."
"Well, now you know, Mom."
With a lascivious smile on my face, I changed the subject, and Mom seemed to forget about taking pictures.
Mom took the tissue and wiped her face, but there was too much semen. It dripped down her chin and landed in her cleavage.
My eyes lit up, and I took another tissue to tuck it into her deep cleavage.
"Huh!?"
Mom happened to open her eyes and saw my creepy smile. She stared at me with her beautiful eyes, as if challenging me to make a move.
"Mom, let me wipe it for you."
But now I was filled with lust, and I reached out to touch Mom's chest.
Mom lightly slapped away my wicked hand and said with a hint of annoyance, "That's enough, no dinner for you."
Although this threat had no effect on me, it lightened the mood. I walked down the stairs, bowing and apologizing, "I'm sorry, Mom, I won't do it again."
Seeing my exaggerated acting, Mom couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Alright, I'll cook for you later. I'm going to take a shower. Hmph, dare to try that again next time, and you'll be in trouble."
"Mom, why don't we shower together? I need to shower too."
I walked towards the bathroom, speaking to myself, "I'll give Mom a back rub, show my filial respect."
Mom looked at me, itching with anger, and gritted her teeth, "Seems like you're really not hungry. No food for the whole day tomorrow."
As soon as I heard that, I got scared. Mom was nearing her limit.
"I was just joking, Mom, please." I immediately put on a smiling face and made a gentlemanly gesture.
"That's more like it."
Mom temporarily forgave me and gracefully walked towards the bathroom.
Mom's words, sounding like a petulant young woman, gave me an inexplicable sense of happiness. How wonderful it would be to have my Mom as my wife.
When the time comes, I must change Mom's style of dress. I can't stand seeing those thick long pants all day. I must make Mom wear miniskirts, hot pants, and long high-heels, hehe...
"Gurgle..."
Just as I was fantasizing, my stomach inconveniently growled.
I looked at the clock, it was already 6 PM. No wonder I was hungry. But Mom had just gone to take a shower, and it would take a while for her to come out. It was impossible to expect her to cook now.
Thinking about how Mom tirelessly prepared three meals a day for me, I wanted to reward her. So, I decided to surprise her...
...
When Mom came out, she was completely shocked.
As a mature woman nearing 40, Mom had never experienced a candlelit dinner before. Dad, who had always been unromantic, would never think of doing such things. Although she had seen it on TV many times, experiencing it herself, Mom couldn't contain her emotions.
Even though Mom was no longer a young girl and had been through so much over the years, coupled with her increasing age, she had passed the youthful stage. However, Mom was still a woman by nature. Naturally, she was both surprised and delighted, "How did you come up with this?"
In front of my mother, several red candles were burning on the dining table, and on each side of the table, there were plates, forks, and knives, clearly indicating a Western meal.
In the middle were various delicacies like steak and pasta, and of course, red wine was not to be missed.
"It's not because I see how hard you work every day that I wanted to reward you."
Seeing my mother's expression, I was also very happy. At least she seemed happy now.
"Where did you get the money from?"
...Women's thoughts are really unpredictable. She actually thought of asking that first.
"Well, after all, I come from the Dragon Group. I earned a lot there." I proudly declared.
Upon hearing my words, my mother suddenly felt uneasy and somewhat frightened. The Dragon Group was like a demon in her heart. Every time she heard about it, she felt indebted to me, to the extent that she would even accept some of my impolite requests. Fortunately, I didn't use it to blackmail her into doing something excessive.
As I observed my distracted mother, I also looked at her. After taking a bath, she had changed into a pure white nightgown. Her hair was still slightly damp, and her naturally beautiful face made her look like a water lily. They say women are most alluring right after taking a bath, and my mother was no exception.
I walked over and held my mother's hand. Even from a distance, I could smell a fragrant scent that set my heart racing.
"Please start eating, Mom."
After seating my mother, I sat down opposite her. Just as we were about to start eating, an awkward scene unfolded.
My mother hesitated, raised her hand, and then put it back down. Perplexed, I asked, "Why aren't you eating, Mom?"
Upon hearing my words, my mother appeared a bit embarrassed and said apologetically, "I've never had Western food before, so I'm not very good at it."
"Huh? Haha..."
I couldn't help but burst into laughter for a moment, but then my mother gave me a stern look with her big eyes, so I quickly restrained myself.
I stood up and went behind my mother, leaning against her back. I held her small hands and taught her as if I were teaching a child, "Hold the knife in your left hand and the fork in your right hand, and use them to cut and eat."
At first, my mother was a bit awkward, but I didn't make any overly intimate moves, so she reluctantly accepted this ambiguous position.
By the time dinner ended, it was already past seven o'clock. As for the red wine, my mother initially refused. However, when I forcefully pried open her lips and fed her mouthfuls of red wine, she relented. Without hesitation, she chose to drink directly from the bottle, mouth-to-mouth with me.
In the end, I drank most of the bottle of wine, while my mother drank only a little. The meal wasn't wasted, and the whole process was heart-warming, resembling a newlywed couple deeply in love.
Watching my mother continuously pursing her lips and smiling, her charming face turning rosy from the alcohol, I almost couldn't resist ravishing her. However, I managed to control myself with great restraint. It wasn't the right time yet. After we finished eating, with my mother weakened by alcohol, she would surrender to my desires. Maybe then I could truly have her.
But it seemed like my mother saw through my thoughts, or perhaps it was due to the effects of the alcohol that made her extremely vigilant. After finishing the meal, without even clearing the table, and before I could react, my mother had already locked herself in her room, citing a headache and a desire to sleep...
Leaving me outside the door with a helpless bitter smile, it wasn't even eight o'clock yet. Who could fall asleep at this time?
Reluctantly, I studied the door lock for a while, but in the end, I returned to my room dejectedly.
It seems that tonight I won't be able to have my mother...