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At eleven o'clock in the night, rain drizzled outside the window, but it was much lighter compared to the earlier storm.
Inside an ordinary room, a man and a woman were engaged in intense intercourse on the sofa. One was a mature beauty, and the other was a young man. These two individuals were none other than me and my mother.
At this point, my mother was already completely naked. Her nightgown lay discarded on the floor, and her undergarments, pitifully torn and thrown aside, exposed her incredibly fair and flawless body for my admiration.
"Mmm... ah... mmm... mmm..."
At first, my mother resisted me, but as time passed, she became completely limp, only able to passively endure my advances. Even her moans became weak and feeble.
On the other hand, I was different. Even after an hour had passed, I remained energetic and vigorous, my cock ever hard and thick, not even releasing my first climax. I relentlessly thrust into my mother's small and tight pussy.
"Mother, are you feeling good?" I grabbed my mother's hands and pressed them against her flat abdomen as leverage, while thrusting and asking her at the same time.
"Mmm... stop... mmm... I... ah... mmm... don't want... oh..."
My mother was on the verge of losing consciousness. Her tight hole was being torn apart by my thick shaft, and the massive glans repeatedly intruded into her womb, causing continuous and overwhelming orgasms. My mother experienced a mix of pleasure and pain in her throbbing and itchy hole that defied description. She wanted to refuse, but it felt pleasurable, and she wanted to continue. However, the pleasure was intertwined with a hint of pain, making my mother feel both ecstatic and tormented.
"If you beg me, I'll let you rest." I smirked wickedly.
"Ah... no... mmm... I can't take it... mmm... please... mmm... rest... for a moment... ah... please..."
My mother gasped for breath. She appeared even more exhausted than me, which was understandable. While sexual acts are typically strenuous for men, women also become tired. Moreover, my mother had never experienced such intense and aggressive sex. If it weren't for her naturally exceptional vagina, she might have already passed out.
"But I haven't climaxed yet, mother. Beg me to let me cum quickly, or else I won't be able to." The scene of my divine mother begging for mercy beneath me excited me uncontrollably. Today, I swore to make my mother submit.
I held my mother's wrists tightly, preventing her from escaping, while my other hand firmly grasped and kneaded her soft and enormous breasts. Due to her posture, her arms were pushed inward, pressing her breasts together and creating deep cleavage in her already ample bosom. They were incredibly elastic.
"Ah... don't... mmm... don't touch... I said... uh... can't take it... mmm... don't want it..."
As her sensitive breasts were attacked, my mother's words became incoherent, and the overwhelming pleasure made her involuntarily clench her legs, causing her pussy to contract, almost making me surrender.
Suddenly, I wanted my mother to resist a little longer, so I could enjoy it more. However, compared to my mother's pleas for mercy, I chose the latter option.
"Beg me, and I'll spare you. Hurry!" I repeated myself, this time with a forceful tone that bordered on commanding.
This almost authoritative statement left my mother with no resistance in her heart. Combined with the pleasure on her breasts and pussy, my mother finally succumbed, begging repeatedly, even raising her tone significantly.
"Please... ah... please... mmm... I beg you... mmm... I don't want it... mmm..."
After saying these words, my mother's face turned red and heated, feeling an extraordinary sense of shame. She humiliated herself by begging for mercy in front of her own son while her body was being used by him. She felt utterly ashamed, tilting her head to bury half of her blushing face in her blonde hair, attempting to lessen her sense of shame.
Watching my mother's helpless appearance excited me even more, and my cock throbbed with anticipation. I knew I was reaching my limit.
I suddenly increased my speed, pulling out until only the glans remained, then thrusting back in, burying myself completely. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed throughout the entire room.
"Smack, smack, smack..."
Rather than releasing my grip on my mother's breasts like she wanted, I continued to rub and fondle them even harder.
"Ah, ah, ah... you... ah... mmm... ah..."
At this moment, my mother felt both angry and powerless. The violent motion prevented her from speaking coherently. Every time she tried to say something, it would be replaced by a lascivious moan.
'You agreed not to touch my breasts...'
'You agreed you would let me go...'
'You little bastard...'
My mother couldn't voice her thoughts; she could only complain silently in her mind.
"Mmm... mother, I'm going to cum..." I could hardly hold on any longer. The intense pleasure gradually moved downward, and when it all converged onto my cock, it was time for me to climax.
"Mmm... don't... ah... mmm... no... uh... mmm... stop..."
My mother intermittently tried to stop me, but her rapid breathing and a series of moans completely drowned out her voice, rendering her unable to speak.
"I can't hold it... I'm cumming..."
Listening to my mother's enchanting moans, I couldn't resist any longer. I vigorously thrust into her muddy pussy, reaching a speed of almost 4-5 thrusts per second. After several seconds of continuous thrusting, I forcefully penetrated my mother's womb. I wanted to push my testicles inside her as well. My scorching semen rushed in, completely filling my mother's tiny uterus.
"Ah!!..."
The scorching semen caused my mother to convulse, and she tried to pull her arm away, but I tightly held her in my control. She could only clench her little hand and reach orgasm with me.
My mother's lewd juices continuously spurted out like a fountain, crystal clear and transparent.
My mother could even feel that her hands were soaked in her love fluids. She couldn't believe this was her shameful state during climax.
Looking at my mother's appearance, I knew she had reached climax again. No, I should say she had squirted, as the gushing and unstoppable lustful fluid soaked a large area of the sofa.
After releasing, I started feeling tired. I collapsed on top of my mother, panting heavily. After all, I wasn't made of iron. It was impossible not to feel anything after an hour of intense sex. My mother was even more exhausted; she had reached climax for the nth time.
Both my mother and I breathed heavily, motionless, resting while still savouring the residual pleasure after orgasm.
After a while, my mother recovered slightly and angrily said, "I told you not to cum inside. What if I get pregnant?"
I also realized that I had acted impulsively. From now on, my mother was mine to enjoy, and we really should consider contraception.
However, in my impression, women of my mother's age mostly wore intrauterine devices, which could significantly reduce the chances of pregnancy. I asked tentatively, "Mom, don't you have an IUD?"
My mother was extremely surprised when she heard that and blurted out, "How did you know?"
Before she could finish her sentence, she regretted it, but unfortunately, her mouth was faster than her brain, and she couldn't retract her words in time.
"Even with an IUD, it's not allowed. Do you understand? No more cumming inside!" Realizing that she had been tricked, my mother said angrily and embarrassedly.
"Hehe, I understand, I understand." I replied casually, but whether or not I would abide by it was uncertain.
Seeing my nonchalant attitude, my mother knew that I didn't take it seriously. However, at this moment, she had no intention of lecturing me. She just wanted to quickly deal with the semen.
"Now that you've finished, feeling comfortable, get up and let me clean up."
My mother glared at me and pushed me to get up.
But my mother's glare wasn't fierce; in my eyes, it was clearly a seductive gaze. The cock that had just climaxed couldn't be controlled, and it involuntarily straightened up.
"Ah..." Feeling the restless cock in her pussy, my mother couldn't help but let out a moan. However, her whole body felt sore and weak, and she just wanted to rest as soon as possible. She wasn't even sure if she could handle another round.
"Get up quickly, or else don't expect to touch me again in the future."
My mother said fiercely, her demeanour resembling the playful banter between lovers.
I was just about to tease my mother again when suddenly her phone rang.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
The phone was nearby, not far away. I propped myself up to reach for it.
My mother's eyes lit up, hoping to take the opportunity to escape. But I was prepared and quickly grabbed the phone, pressing myself heavily on my mother again. Throughout the whole time, my cock hadn't slipped out of her pussy.
"Get up quickly!" Seeing her intensions exposed, my mother was a bit annoyed and embarrassed; she tried to put on an angry expression, but in my eyes, she looked so adorable.
I chose to ignore my mother's "anger" and looked at the caller ID on the phone. It said "Husband," indicating that it was my dad calling.
I picked up the phone and waved it in front of my mother, saying, "Mom, you can get up after you answer this."
Clearly, my mother also saw who was calling. The earlier frenzy had made her forget about my father's existence. Now, seeing the caller ID, she realized that she had been engaging in illicit acts with her son behind her husband's back.
However, there was also a voluntary element to it, coupled with the assistance of the stormy night, which made my mother not feel too guilty.
"No, you get up, and then I'll answer," she said.
The massive cock was still lurking in her pussy, but my mother wasn't concerned at all. If anyone said I wouldn't stir up trouble, my mother wouldn't believe it, not even if she were to die.
I also had no intention of hiding my thoughts. Just the thought of my mother talking to my dad on the phone while being beneath me, fucked hard, covering her mouth to suppress her climax—it excited me so much. Today, I definitely had to give it a try.
I pulled out my cock and started the piston movement again.
"Ah... ah... stop... ah..."
Every thrust caused my mother to involuntarily moan. The powerful impact made her feel the soreness from her bouncing ass, but the pleasure in her pussy was even more intense. My mother couldn't understand why, despite having climaxed so many times already, her body still craved more. She never felt this way with her husband. Could she really be one of those laschivious women?
My mother desperately pushed against my chest with her hands, her mind filled with random thoughts. She momentarily forgot to answer the call, just helplessly enduring my thrusts.
"Are you going to answer or not?" I asked while thrusting, each word punctuated with a forceful plunge into my mother's pussy.
Upon hearing my question again, my mother snapped back to reality. Instinctively, she wanted to surrender, but my demanding tone left her feeling unwilling.
'I'm your mother, why are you speaking to me like this?'
'Isn't this an overt threat?'
'Hmph! I won't surrender...'
Unfortunately, my mother overestimated herself. When my hands began to ravage her enormous breasts, she surrendered instantly.
"Ah... I'll answer... Mmm... Can't I answer?!"
Suppressing the pleasure coursing through her body, my mother almost shouted those words. After speaking, she was completely drained of energy.
Seeing my mother finally surrender, I paused my thrusting. However, my cock remained inside her pussy, showing no intention of leaving.
"It would have been so much better if you had done this earlier, Mom."
My mother looked at me with a defeated expression, gritting her teeth as she glared at me. But she didn't dare say anything harsh. She was afraid of experiencing my 'poisonous hands' once again.
Taking a deep breath, my mother tried to keep her voice calm. Her hands trembled as she reluctantly answered the phone.