I was riding on Mom's high, upturned, snow-white buttocks, my cock still buried deep inside her tight hole.
"Mom," I gasped, thrusting my hips forward slightly, feeling her warm, fleshy walls clench tightly, "Look, with this position, doesn't it look like I'm riding a horse?"
"Of course it does, aren't you just riding your mom!"
Mom's face was still buried in the blanket, her voice muffled, carrying a sob and an indescribable emotion as she mumbled something.
I didn't catch it.
"What did you say? Mom."
I stopped moving, my hands braced on her sweaty waist.
Mom didn't speak, only letting out intermittent, kitten-like moans from her throat. Her body was still trembling slightly, whether from cold, the earlier fright, or... from pleasure.
Seeing her like this, that wicked thought in my mind surfaced again.
I suddenly slammed my hips downward. The entire thick, hard cock, aided by gravity and the weight of my body, plunged fiercely, deeper, into the deepest part of her slippery, honeyed hole!
"Ah—! What are you doing!"
Caught off guard, Mom's upper body was jolted upward by the thrust. She let out a short, sharp cry, tinged with tears and reproach.
She turned her face sideways, glaring at me with damp, reddened eyes.
"Because Mom was thinking about something else and ignoring me."
I said righteously, then began slowly, tormentingly thrusting again. The glans scraped against her sensitive folds, producing wet, squelching sounds.
"I... I wasn't..."
Mom's voice softened again, reverting to that sticky moan she made when taking the impact, "Mmm... slow... slower... don't... don't stop..."
And so we continued, moving towards the room at an extremely slow, excruciatingly tormenting pace.
Mom was on all fours, daring to move forward only a tiny bit each time.
Really just a tiny bit.
Because she couldn't bear to do more.
I could feel it. Every time she crawled forward a little, my cock, still buried deep inside her, would be pulled slightly outward by her movement.
Just that slight outward slip would make the slippery, tight, tender flesh inside her honeyed hole immediately clench in alarm, desperately sucking and clinging, not letting me leave.
Then, when she stopped, waiting for my next move, I would use my knees to push against her buttocks, taking a step forward.
"Uh..."
With my step forward, the cock that had just been pushed out a bit by her, thanks to the change in our relative positions, smoothly, and even deeper, plunged back into the depths of her hot, tight passage.
The glans heavily scraped over that circle of particularly sensitive soft flesh at the front of her vagina, finally solidly bumping against her slightly parted, soft, delicate cervix.
"Hah... it's... it's hitting... An'an..."
Mom trembled all over from the impact, her arms supporting her on the floor going weak for a moment, almost making her collapse. A satisfied yet slightly pained sob escaped her lips.
Each such "withdrawal" and "insertion" brought a more intense, more tormenting pleasure than simple thrusting.
Her fleshy hole was like a greedy little mouth, desperately sucking every time it lost a little, trembling with satisfaction when filled.
"Mom, you're inside... sucking so tight..."
I gasped for breath, feeling that deadly sense of envelopment, "Is it... because you don't want me to come out?"
"You... stop talking... mmm... hurry... hurry up and walk..."
Mom was so ashamed she wished the ground would swallow her, only burying her burning face deeper into the crook of her arm. But her buttocks honestly arched back a little, swallowing me deeper.
It was only a dozen or so steps from the living room to the bedroom door.
But Mom and I took a solid ten minutes to cover it.
The wet trail on the floor, a mix of water droplets and love juices, intermittent and winding, extended all the way to the slightly ajar door of Mom's bedroom.
Finally, we arrived.
I reached out and pushed the door open.
The room was dark, only faint light from outside the window outlined the vague shape of the large bed.
"Mom." My voice was terribly hoarse, commanding, "Crawl onto the bed."
Mom's body paused.
She seemed to hesitate, to struggle, but finally, a tightening, sucking sensation from her honeyed hole answered for her.
Obediently, she continued on her knees and palms, crawling towards the direction of the soft, large bed.
I followed her, my cock never leaving her warm body, moving to the bedside like conjoined twins.
Mom's upper body reached the bed first.
She supported herself on the mattress with her hands, slowly pushing her body upward.
This movement made her waist sink, her buttocks arching even higher. That honeyed hole, swallowing my cock, was exposed even more completely, glistening wetly in the dim light.
Finally, her hands were fully on the bed. Then her upper body went limp, as if using the last of her strength, and she collapsed entirely into the soft blanket.
Now, Mom's upper body was lying on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, her feet still on the cold floor.
This position made her buttocks arch to an unprecedented height, like a plump, snow-white hillock. In the middle, that crimson, moist slit was tightly gripping my thick, long cock.
And I... was almost done for.
From the bathroom to the window, then crawling from there to here, the constant stimulation and teasing... I had held back for too long. My release was imminent, my lower abdomen aching fiercely.
"Mom... I... I'm about to cum..." I gasped a warning, my hands gripping her slender waist tightly.
Then, I started speeding up.
No longer the slow torment, but the real, final sprint.
I used the method of nine shallow, one deep.
Quickly thrusting shallowly near the entrance of her hole eight or nine times, only letting the glans go in and out halfway, scraping against the sensitive tender flesh at her entrance and that stiff, erect clitoris.
"Mmm... mmm... hah... don't... don't tease... An'an... go in... deeper..."
Mom, tormented by these shallow, barely-there thrusts, felt unbearably itchy. Her honeyed hole contracted emptily, her buttocks squirmed restlessly, and she let out tearful pleas.
Then, on my ninth count, I suddenly exerted force with my waist and abdomen, my hips slamming heavily against her snow-white buttocks with a crisp "smack"!
The thick, hard cock drove straight in, plunging to the hilt. The glans fiercely pushed open her soft cervix, reaching straight to the core!
"Uh ah—! It's... it's piercing through! Son... so deep...!"
Mom screamed from this sudden deep thrust, her body arching upward, her toes curling violently. Deep inside her honeyed hole, intense spasms erupted, gushing out a wave of heat.
And so, nine shallow, one deep.
Nine shallow, one deep.
A clear rhythm, with ferocious force.
"Ah!... Hah!... Gently... mmm... I can't... again... I'm about to... again... An'an... Mom... Mom can't take it anymore...!"
Mom was reduced to incoherence by me, crying out wantonly. Her body was like a small boat on the crest of a wave, violently tossed with each of my fierce deep thrusts. Her breasts pressed against the blanket, squeezed into distorted curves.
I was panting as if I had run five kilometers. Sweat dripped from my chin, falling onto her smooth back, spreading into a small damp patch.
With each impact, the waves of her buttocks made my head spin. That tight, slippery envelopment felt like it was sucking my soul out.
A crazy, comparative thought suddenly rushed into my boiling brain, carrying a twisted excitement.
I leaned down, close to her flushed ear. While continuing to fuck her hard, feeling that ring of soft flesh deep inside her hole greedily sucking the ridge of my glans, I gasped and asked:
"Mom... between me and Dad... who's better?"
These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over Mom's desire-ridden body.
Her entire body stiffened violently.
The previously high-pitched moans, "Ah... mmm ah..." instantly choked off, turning into suppressed, pained gasps.
"Uh..."
Her honeyed hole also reflexively clenched tightly. The tender flesh of her inner walls, like countless small mouths biting down simultaneously, frantically squeezed and sucked my deeply buried cock. That sudden tightness clamped down, making my spine tingle, almost making me cum right then.
She buried her face deeper into the pillow, her shoulders trembling slightly. She didn't speak.
Only her taut waistline and slightly inward-tightening buttocks betrayed the resistance and shame in her heart.
She was resisting, evading.
That wicked desire for conquest in my heart was completely ignited, burning my mouth and throat dry.
I slowed down.
And stopped thrusting deeply.
I only thrust shallowly, tormentingly, near the entrance of her hole.
The thick, hard shaft deliberately only rubbed against her swollen outer lips and that already stiff, engorged, exposed clitoris.
The glans only lightly brushed past her hungry, parting entrance and sensitive clitoral pearl, producing wet, sticky sounds, just not giving her the deep, filling sensation she most craved.
"Mmm... uh... An... An'an... don't be like this... hah..."
Mom was quickly made extremely uncomfortable by this tormenting, barely-there stimulation. Her voice carried an unbearable, tearful tone, as if she were being roasted over a fire.
She twisted her waist, her plump buttocks rubbing restlessly against my lower abdomen, trying to use that wet entrance to actively rub against my glans. "This... feels so bad... go in a little... please... wu..."
She even unconsciously lowered her waist, arching her buttocks even higher, like a cat in heat, silently begging for deeper possession.
I remained unmoved, continuing to grind shallowly at her entrance, feeling the empty, sucking contractions of her honeyed hole opening and closing. The warm love juices kept flowing out, soaking my pubic hair.
"Answer me, Mom."
My voice was calm, even a bit cold. "Between me and Dad, who's better?"
"Don't... don't ask anymore, okay... An'an..."
Mom's voice was muffled in the pillow, full of pleading and embarrassment. But her body honestly secreted more slippery juices, trickling down her inner thighs.
I continued to torment her.
Going in shallowly just a little, the glans just squeezing past that tight entrance, feeling the burning suction inside, then suddenly pulling back out.
Going in a little again, leaving only the large glans stuck at the entrance, feeling her hole's unwilling clinging and contractions.
Each time, I just brushed against that spot where she felt the most itchy, the most desperate to be filled, only to cruelly withdraw the next second.
"Ah... hah... don't... don't torment Mom anymore... mmm... please... thrust in... it's so itchy inside... so empty..."
Mom was on the verge of collapse. Her body writhed violently like a fish out of water, her legs helplessly kicking at the sheets. Her honeyed hole was flooded with love juices, utterly soaked. The sticky, wet sounds were clearly audible, yet she couldn't get real satisfaction.
Finally, when I once again maliciously stayed only at the entrance, using my glans to grind hard against her swollen clitoris, she seemed to completely give up resistance. As if breaking the pot after dropping it, with a tearful, desperate tremor, she cried out:
"It's An'an...! An'an is better! An'an fucks Mom's... slutty pussy... so good... going crazy... ah!"
She said those last two words extremely fast, extremely softly, with immense shame, but they exploded in my ears like thunder.
My mind buzzed.
All the blood in my body rushed downward. My cock instantly swelled another size, veins bulging.
"Mom." I suddenly stopped, my voice distorted with extreme excitement. "You can say dirty words too?"
Mom didn't speak, just buried her burning face tightly in the pillow. Her body trembled violently from extreme shame, even making her buttocks spasm slightly beneath me. But her buttocks involuntarily pushed back against me lightly, as if silently urging.
That hot, wet entrance was hungrily parting, waiting for my penetration.
"Say more."
I commanded, then slammed my waist down with all my strength. The entire burning, hard cock, with a wet "squelch," plunged deeply back into the deepest part of her hot, tight body, straight into that soft core!
"Ah—! It's piercing through... going to pierce through... son... ah ah ah!"
Mom screamed from this fierce penetration, her body jerking upward violently, only to be pressed down hard by me.
Perhaps pushed to the limit, perhaps with pleasure shattering her last shred of sanity, she really... completely let go.
"Slutty pussy... slutty pussy can't take it anymore... ah ah... son... good son... you're fucking Mom's slutty pussy to death...! Harder... fuck me harder!"
"Too deep... hitting the womb... ah... womb is going to be pierced through... so full... so stuffed... ah ah..."
"So good... An An's cock... so big... so hard... bigger... thicker than... than Daddy's... fucking Mommy's... slutty pussy... so good... I'm ascending to heaven...!"
She cried out intermittently, without any restraint, her lewd words and wanton phrases like a floodgate had opened, each sentence like the strongest aphrodisiac, pouring onto my burning desire.
She even actively twisted her waist and swayed her hips, meeting my thrusts, making each deep penetration produce even louder "slap slap" sounds.
I was so stimulated, my scalp tingling, my balls tightening, my sperm gate frantically sounding the alarm.
"Mom... Mom... your slutty pussy... is gripping me so tight... sucking my soul right out...!"
I growled, unable to control myself any longer, my hands gripping her sweat-drenched waist and hips tightly, beginning the final and most frantic sprint.
Speed up!
Each withdrawal pulled out curled, tender flesh and sticky white fluid!
Faster each time!
The force of the impacts felt like I was trying to nail her into the mattress!
Harder each time!
The glans like a battering ram, desperately grinding and ramming against her delicate, sensitive cervix!
"Slap slap slap slap—! Squelch squelch—!"
The solid sound of flesh colliding was as dense as a rainstorm, mixed with the lewd sound of love fluids being wildly churned, and her increasingly high-pitched, increasingly wanton screams, echoing in the dim bedroom.
"I can't take it... ahhh... I'm going to die... slutty pussy... slutty pussy is going to be fucked broken... womb... cervix is going to be pried open... I'm coming... Mommy's coming—!!! Shoot it... son... shoot it into Mommy's womb—!!!"
In a scream that rose to an almost cracking pitch, mixed with sobs, Mom's body suddenly arched upward in reverse, her neck pulling into a desperate arc, then began to convulse violently, spasmodically!
Her honeyed hole instantly tightened to the extreme!
Like countless little mouths biting down simultaneously, or like a living thing wildly writhing and strangling!
Layer upon layer of hot, wet, tender flesh squeezed and constricted my deeply buried cock from all directions, massaging the shaft from every angle without a blind spot, the force almost enough to crush my bones.
The most deadly was the cervix, that soft little mouth, as if it had come alive, suddenly opening and then tightly sucking, greedily, rhythmically, powerfully sucking on the tip of my glans.
"Schlorp, schlorp," sucking on my slit! That suction, it felt like it was going to suck out my very essence!
That feeling of being sucked was too much!
"Ugh ah—! I'm cumming! Mom... giving it all to you... filling up your slutty pussy—!"
I couldn't hold back any longer, let out a low roar, a numbness shot through my lower back, my sperm gate completely gave way!
Scalding, thick semen, like a volcano that had been accumulating for a thousand years, carrying all my desire to conquer and twisted love, surged violently through my urethra, gushing out in spurts, one after another, powerfully, continuously, fiercely shooting into the deepest part of Mom's spasming, contracting womb!
Every pulse was accompanied by an even more violent convulsion of her body.
"Hah... hot... so hot... it's shooting in... so much... filling me up... womb... womb is being filled up... so good... so warm... ahhh... being filled up by my son..."
Scalded by this hot semen, Mom let out a moan of ultimate satisfaction, tinged with sobs, her body convulsing violently as if electrocuted, completely collapsing on the bed like a puddle of melted spring water, unable to move.
Only her lower abdomen still rose and fell slightly unconsciously, enduring the scalding rush inside.
Only those snow-white thighs still resting on the floor, trembling slightly, and the honeyed hole that still contracted with slight spasms, greedily milking the last drops of semen, told of the violent climax she had just experienced.
I too, utterly exhausted, collapsed on her sweat-drenched back, panting like a dying dog, my cock slowly softening inside her warm body, but still reluctantly wrapped and sucked by her contracting flesh, unwilling to let it leave.
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