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"This is a bit cramped..."
Due to dealing with the soaked panties, Mom took a little longer. By the time she came out, everyone else had finished tidying up and was looking at the fully loaded commercial van, murmuring in confusion.
This Buick GL6 is our family car, a standard 6-seater. Normally, it's fine for just the three of us, but with so many people, it's really tight.
At the moment, Dad is in the driver's seat, Uncle is in the passenger seat, Grandpa and Grandma are in the second row, and Aunt, holding my little cousin, is in the third row. Looking at this arrangement, the only available spot is on my lap. I certainly can't sit on Grandpa and Grandma.
Meeting my mischievous gaze, Mom suddenly realizes she has fallen into my trap. Regardless of whether she agrees to sit next to me or not, I have already set up an inescapable situation. Although there is one way to escape, with so many people watching, there's simply no good way to say no.
"Is everyone ready? Get in the car. We still have a little way to go, and it's time for dinner when we arrive."
Seeing Mom standing by the car door, Dad, confused, urges her.
"Oh..." Mom mutters reluctantly, although she has complained countless times in her mind about Dad's ignorance.
'He is actually urging me to get into car, can't he see the situation?'
'Isn't he pushing me into committing infidelity?'
'You're completely in the dark about everything.'
'What a fool.'
Thinking this way in her mind, Mom reluctantly gets in the car.
"Sis, why don't you sit on Xiaofeng's lap? We should arrive in about two or three hours."
Sure enough, as soon as she enters into the back seat, Aunt speaks up.
Mom purses her lips, wanting to say something, but Grandma chimes in too with a laugh.
"Yes, Xiaofeng has grown up to be a strong boy. He can easily accommodate you."
I, not wanting to leave mother any way out of this, generously say, "Of course, I'm already so big, I can easily handle mother."
Everyone praises me for being sensible and filial because of that statement. However, only Mom knows what I'm really up to. In a corner hidden from everyone's view, she glares at me fiercely, as if warning me not to play any tricks.
I certainly disregarded my mother's warning and smiled at her.
In fact, I had planned everything early on. My uncle's family doesn't have a car and they don't travel far, so they didn't buy one. If they wanted to go out, they could only squeeze into one car. My mother didn't realize this earlier, but now she realized that she had overlooked such an important point.
Unfortunately, it had come to this point and my mother knew there was no escape. With so many people watching and urging, she could only reluctantly sit on my lap.
Once my mother's firm yet soft buttocks settled on my thighs and halfway to the crotch, my father started the car and headed towards the peak of the mountain.
And me, of course, I was finding ways to tease my mother.
My mother changed her outfit, wearing black leggings underneath, hugging her straight and slender legs tightly. She wore a coat that reached her thighs, completely covering her peach-like, perky buttocks. But without a doubt, I knew how alluring my mother's curved buttocks would be in those leggings. I remembered the curvaceous lines and smelled the alluring scent wafting from her mature body, and unconsciously, my cock became erect.
On the other hand, my mother, perhaps afraid that I would do something inappropriate, shifted closer to the front, her soft buttocks resting only on my knee. Although it was a bit uncomfortable, the further away from that monstrous shaft, the more at ease my mother would feel.
Just earlier, I was about to find release while enjoying my mother's tantalising mouth service, but my father suddenly intervened. Now, my cock felt like an inflated balloon at its limit, ready to explode at any moment.
Seeing my aunt talking to my cousin beside me, I took off my jacket and placed it between my aunt and me, effectively covering me and my mother's thighs.
Taking advantage of my aunt not looking in our direction, I couldn't resist reaching out to my mother, forcefully tugging on her coat, wanting to fully expose her ample buttocks hidden beneath.
In an instant, my mother realized what was happening. Although it seemed like she didn't care, engaging in conversation and laughter with family members, most of her attention was actually focused on me. Sensing the movement of her clothing, my mother knew I couldn't resist causing mischief.
Nervously, my mother glanced at my aunt, but seeing that she wasn't paying attention, she turned her head towards me. Her captivating eyes stared directly at me, slowly shaking her head, clearly signalling for me to stop.
However, that was clearly impossible.
Ignoring my mother's warning, I forcefully pulled up the coat, instantly pushing it to her waist. Her perfect peach-shaped buttocks were finally exposed. Wrapped in the leggings, their curvature was nothing short of perfection, and they were now sitting on my knee.
Without hesitation, I reached out my hand and firmly grasped her perky buttocks, kneading them vigorously.
"Hiss..."
Perhaps unable to bear my strength, my mother winced in pain and tightly bit her lower lip, barely making a sound.
The sensation in my hand was irresistible. Who could imagine the feeling of having a perfect and enticing peach-shaped buttocks sitting on your lap? The fullness and aesthetic curvature visually shocked me, creating a tingling and itching sensation. Clearly, I was greatly stimulated.
I took out my phone and captured this scene sneakily, squeezing and kneading, recording for a full three minutes before stopping.
Under my caresses, my mother felt a burning sensation throughout her body. She was already wearing a coat, and coupled with the confined space, beads of sweat gradually formed on her forehead. She squirmed slightly, wanting to escape from that claw's grip.
Watching my mother's appearance, I intentionally said, "Mom, are you feeling hot? Take off your coat."
My voice was not quiet, and even Grandma sitting in the middle row heard it. She spoke up, saying, "It is a bit hot indeed. I should take off my clothes too."
Following her, Grandpa, my aunt, and cousin all took off their coats, leaving only my mother, who felt a bit out of place.
Now my mother was in an awkward situation, unsure whether to take off her coat or not. After hesitating for a moment, she finally took it off and placed it aside.
By now, there were four coats stacked between my aunt and me—my aunt, cousin, and, me and my mother. The coats piled up high, reaching my mother's chest. If my aunt didn't deliberately leaned over to look, she wouldn't be able to see my actions at all.
My smart mother understood it too and this caused her to become restless, her body tense with nervousness. Her sitting posture resembled that of a child going to school, upright and proper. However, it was a habit my mother had developed over a long time. She wore a white T-shirt, and the pink bra underneath was clearly visible.
In my eyes, my mother at this moment was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, pitiful and motionless. I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I pushed aside the tight leggings and penetrated directly into her panties, kneading it without any hindrance.
"Mmm..."
The heat of my hand envelops her raised buttocks as I caress them, causing Mom to involuntarily let out a stifled moan. She wonders if it's because she's too sensitive or if my massaging skills are just that good. Almost instantly, a rush of excited fluids begins to flow from her pussy entrance.
Mom struggles to control herself and silently berates her lack of self-restraint. She can't believe she gets wet in any situation. Could it be that she truly is a lascivious woman?
I have no idea what Mom is thinking at this moment. I'm fully focused on savouring the experience. With a firm grip, I pull down her pants and underwear, revealing a snowy-white half, faintly displaying the curves of her buttocks. While not as profound as cleavage, they are undeniably captivating.
Of course, this level of exposure doesn't satisfy me at all. After playing for about ten minutes, my hand gradually ventures deeper.
Sensing my movements, Mom is both startled and fearful. She never expected me to remain unsatisfied. As she feels the persistent intrusion of my large hand, she lightly lifts her foot, relieving the pressure on her legs. Her entire weight now rests on her hips as she attempts to impede the progress of my hand.
However, as much as she hopes, reality seldom aligns with wishes. I slightly bend my fingers to push aside Mom's buttock flesh, then straighten them, and bend again. Like a worm, I curl and extend my fingers, progressing deeper into her.
It is only now that Mom realizes how absurd her thoughts were. She glances at Auntie, who is already asleep with her head against the window. She hurriedly reaches out to grab my arm, halting my actions.
Unfortunately, it's too late. Mom is practically sitting on my palm, and my fingertips have already reached the base of her thigh, naturally grazing against her sacred entrance.
"Don't..." Mom turns her head to look at me, her gaze filled with pleading. Her lips slightly part, and though no sound escapes, her expression clearly conveys those two words.
I don't respond verbally to Mom; instead, I answer through my actions. I rotate my palm and bring my fingers closer to the entrance of her honeyed passage. Then, with gentle movements, I press against the moist opening.
"Oh... Mmm..."
This single touch causes Mom's delicate body to tremble, as intense stimulation electrifies every inch of her being. Her mind goes blank as if she's lost consciousness, powerless to stop me. She clasps her hands tightly over her lips, emitting only faint, mosquito-like sounds.
It seems it was thoroughly soaked... Looks like it wasn't in vain that I trained Mom during this time... It has reached the point where even a slight stimulation causes a torrent of lewd juices to eject...
A wicked smile curls my lips as I glance at Auntie next to me. Leaning against the window, she breathes evenly, undoubtedly fast asleep. As for my cousin...
He already has intellectual disabilities, so I can simply ignore him!
Now, let's officially begin savouring the enchanting sight before me!
With one hand, I continue pressing against Mom's pussy entrance, while the other hand undoes my sweatpants, taking my underwear down with them.
Mom is too consumed by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body, completely unaware of my actions.
As my underwear and pants reach my thighs, that monstrous cock instantly springs forth—thick, dominant, and faintly exuding a terrifying manly aura.
I give it a firm stroke or two to alleviate the throbbing, then without hesitation, I gesture with my fingers to penetrate Mom's panties, her eyes widening, instinctively attempting to rise.
However, my true intention is to divert her attention. In the instant her pert buttocks leave my thighs, my other hand hooks onto Mom's panties and yanks them off directly.
The teasing hand, tantalizing her honeyed entrance, temporarily withdraws, while I embrace Mom's slender waist from behind and forcefully pull her back. Her beautiful back leans heavily against my chest, and with a downward press, her exposed pink slit sits atop the throbbing cock!
A series of motions executed in one breath, leaving no room for Mom to react. Even her cries and screams are silenced. By the time she regains her senses, she is already impaled on the shaft, her shameful folds hugging it tightly, as if embracing it.
Oh, it feels good...
Her muddy tight passage clings tightly to my cock, a slippery sensation known only to those who have experienced it.
My arms tighten around Mom's waist, refusing to let her escape. With a slow, rhythmic motion, my hips move back and forth, thrusting between her folds.
Mom is on the verge of madness. In this situation, surrounded by so many people, her own pussy is being fucked deeply with her son's shaft, just a step away from being completely penetrated. The taboo of incest and the thrilling sensation of nervousness collide in her mind, leaving her utterly confused, unsure of what to do.
That thick and scorching-hot cock is as rigid as a steel rod, but despite its hardness, the sensation when it penetrates the little orifice is incredibly pleasurable.
If it weren't for this situation, Mom might have succumbed as usual, but this time it's different. Fear outweighs desire. If we were to be discovered, how could we face the world?
Mom is so anxious that she's on the verge of tears. Despite her body's longing, she turns her head and whispers in a voice only we can hear, "Son... please... don't do this..."
As I gaze into her captivating and tear-filled eyes, shimmering like absorbed sun, moon, and stars, their misty yet bewildering gaze is so alluring. The stirrings within me make me want to ravage the beauty in my embrace.
Clearly, Mom hasn't learned her lesson. This pitiful and innocent appearance only ignites my primal instincts.
I have to let her learn a lesson…
I can no longer resist. With one hand embracing Mom's waist and the other supporting her legs, I lift her up. Ignoring her terrified expression, I position her honeyed entrance against the tip of my cock.
"No... don't... don't..."
Mom shakes her head frantically, repeating these words over and over, making a final struggle.
For the first time, Mom curses her slender figure and questions why it's so easily lifted. Unfortunately, such thoughts are futile now.
I whisper softly in Mom's ear, "Mom, it's best if you cover your mouth."
Mom understands my meaning, but she continues to protest. She knows all too well how fierce the impending thrusts of my thick and long cock are, and that she won't be able to suppress her moans.
But these concerns are not my consideration anymore. I can't maintain rationality to think about the consequences. Gently lowering Mom's delicate body, the powerful tip of my cock presses into the tight opening, inch by inch, deep within.
At this point, Mom can only give up. Sensing her honeyed passage being gradually stretched, she can only helplessly cover her small mouth, mentally preparing herself.
'No matter what, I must endure...'
If it were a slow entry, Mom might truly be able to endure, but unfortunately, the man toying with her, me, her son, never plays by the rules.
Just as the tip enters, I give an evil grin. With both hands pushing, Mom loses control of her body, instantly sitting on my thigh, with my monstrous ock piercing deep inside her.
"Ugh... mmm..."
The sudden turn of events causes Mom to emit soft moans from her throat.
At the moment the tip reaches her womb, a glistening tear falls through the air...