Night.
As usual, I waited for her by the window.
She walked over, no different from any other time.
But when I hugged her from behind and lifted her nightgown, she suddenly turned around to face me.
Then, she reached out and gently grasped my already hardened member.
I was stunned for a moment.
She… rarely took the initiative like this.
"Mom?"
She didn't speak, just tilted her head up to look at me.
Her eyes were bright, calm, without the hesitation and struggle from the past few days.
"An'an." She spoke, her voice soft but clear, "You… really want to try it by the door, don't you?"
My heart skipped a beat.
"Mom, you…"
"I'm just asking, do you really want to?" She interrupted me, her fingers gently rubbing the head of my hard cock.
My throat went dry. I nodded. "Yes."
She was silent for a few seconds.
Then, very slowly, she nodded.
"Then… let's try it."
She said.
Her voice wasn't loud, but to my ears, it sounded like thunder.
I looked at her, at her flushed face, at her slightly trembling eyelashes, at that look of reckless determination in her eyes.
Fuck.
I thought I misheard.
"Mom… you… you're serious?"
My voice cracked, my heart felt like it was about to leap out of my throat.
Mom looked at my expression of shock and joy, almost jumping for joy. The blush on her face deepened, but she still nodded gently, her voice as small as a mosquito's hum. "Mm… serious."
"Holy shit! Mom! I love you!"
I was instantly ecstatic. I pulled her tightly into my arms, spun her around, and buried my face in the crook of her neck, nuzzling hard. "I knew it! I knew you'd agree!"
Mom was a bit breathless from my tight hug, her hands gently pushing against my shoulders. "Let… let go… you're choking me…"
I released her but kept my arm around her waist. My eyes were frighteningly bright, and I grinned like an idiot.
I didn't grin for long before the wave of ecstasy passed, and a practical question slammed into my mind.
What… what the hell should I do?
The door…
Specifically, how?
Open the door? How far? Just stand in the doorway? Or… step out a little?
What if someone comes? Run? Would we have time?
A jumble of chaotic thoughts instantly flashed through my mind, along with images from those videos I'd secretly watched before.
But those were all acted, with lighting, angles, editing… could it be the same as the real thing?
As I thought about it, the smile on my face stiffened, and my brow furrowed unconsciously.
Mom, who had been feeling a bit shy and nervous, seeing me happy like an idiot, was about to chide me when she noticed my expression change.
"What's wrong?"
She reached out and touched my face. "You were so happy just now, why are you frowning all of a sudden?"
Looking into her gentle, concerned eyes, my feeling of uncertainty grew stronger.
"Mom…"
I licked my dry lips, my voice a bit weak. "I… I actually… don't really know exactly how to do it either."
I paused, my gaze drifting, not daring to look at her. "I've… only seen it in videos… those… are all acted…"
Before I finished speaking, I already felt like a total coward.
The bravado from earlier, insisting on doing it, instantly deflated.
Mom was stunned for a moment.
Then—
"Pfft…"
She couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
At first, it was just a suppressed laugh, her shoulders shaking slightly.
But looking at my face, which had instantly fallen from excitement to one full of "I have no experience, I'm so panicked," she found it more and more hilarious.
"Haha… hahaha…"
Her laughter grew louder. She held her stomach, tears of laughter welling in the corners of her eyes.
"Oh dear… oh my goodness…"
Mom laughed until she was breathless, pointing at me. "Lin An… hahaha… you kid… so… so you're just a theorist! All talk… hahaha…"
Her laughter was clear and a bit teasing, especially loud in the quiet living room.
My face instantly burned.
Fuck.
I was being laughed at.
By Mom!
"Mom!"
I was embarrassed and angry. I grabbed her wrist. "Stop laughing!"
"Okay, okay… I won't laugh… hahaha… I can't help it…"
Mom said while still laughing, her body leaning back as if to escape.
I wouldn't let her escape. I pulled her back into my arms with force, my other hand going straight for her armpits and waist—
"Ah! An'an! Don't… don't tickle! It tickles! Hahaha… I'm sorry! I won't laugh! Really, I won't laugh anymore!"
Mom was most afraid of being tickled. The moment my fingers touched her, she instantly became like a cat with its fur standing on end. She laughed while twisting her body to escape, tears of laughter streaming down her face, rubbing against me in my arms.
"Still laughing at me? Huh?"
I didn't stop, targeting her sensitive spots.
"I won't laugh… hahaha… really won't… spare Mom… An'an… good son…"
Mom laughed until her whole body went weak, almost unable to stand. She hung onto me, her cheek rubbing against my chest as she begged for mercy.
Her faint scent mixed with the warmth from her laughter kept wafting into my nose.
Only then did I stop, but I still held her, snorting. "Who told you to laugh at me."
Mom leaned against my chest, panting, her chest rising and falling, her face flushed, tears of laughter still hanging on her eyelashes.
She looked up, her eyes watery as she glared at me, but there was no intimidation in that gaze. Instead, it seemed like she was pouting.
"Who told you… to show your fear first."
She muttered softly, poking my chest with her finger. "You only know how to bully Mom."
We stood there holding each other in the middle of the living room for a while.
The excitement and nervousness from earlier, diluted by her laughter and our playfulness, didn't completely disappear but transformed into a more complex, stickier emotion, winding between us.
I took Mom's hand and led her to sit on the sofa.
Shoulder to shoulder.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Only a floor lamp was on in the living room, casting a soft, yellowish light, projecting our shadows onto the wall, quietly nestled together.
The excitement had passed, and awkwardness and uncertainty quietly crept back in.
After all… agreeing was one thing, but when it came to actually doing it, that was another.
I stole a glance at Mom.
She was looking down, her fingers unconsciously twisting the belt of her nightgown. Her profile looked especially soft in the lamplight, the redness at the roots of her ears not yet completely faded.
"Mom…"
I tentatively spoke up, my voice sounding abrupt in the quiet living room.
"Hmm?"
Mom responded without looking up.
"We…"
I weighed my words. "How about… first just by the door? Open the door, but we stay inside… test the feeling? If… if it's okay, then… then slowly move out a little?"
I spoke slowly, observing her reaction as I did.
Mom listened, her head lowering even further. After several seconds, she let out a very soft, almost inaudible "Mm."
The sound was so faint it was barely audible, but I heard it.
My heart relaxed, then tightened again.
It was settled.
But what next?
We sat in silence for a few more minutes.
The air was filled with a tacit, restless awkwardness.
I took a deep breath and decided to do something to break the stalemate and also… boost my own courage.
"Mom…"
My voice was a bit hoarse. "Then… before we go, why don't you… suck my cock first."
As soon as the words left my mouth, I was stunned myself.
I didn't know when words like "cock" and "pussy" had become so natural between us, even becoming some kind of secret, intimate code.
Mom turned her head and looked at me.
That look was complex—shy, reproachful, and a trace of… indulgent resignation.
She didn't speak, just slowly slid off the sofa.
Kneeling on the carpet at my feet.
This position, this angle, this posture.
My breathing instantly grew heavy.
Fumbling, I unbuttoned my pants, pulled down the zipper, and pushed both my outer pants and underwear down to my knees, where they got stuck.
I thought, this way… in case something really happened, I could pull them up the fastest.
My cock wasn't fully erect yet, but it was already semi-hard, springing out from my crotch, sizable, appearing heavy and dormant in the dim light.
Mom's gaze fell on it.
She naturally reached out, that fair, soft hand that trimmed flower branches, and gently grasped my shaft.
Her palm was warm, with a slight roughness from thin calluses. The moment she held me, a shiver ran through my whole body.
She didn't move immediately, just held me, her thumb pad gently, slowly, beginning to circle my purplish-red, slightly moist glans.
Rubbing.
Around the sensitive coronal ridge.
Skimming over the slit at the tip, which had already secreted a bit of clear fluid.
"Hiss…" I sucked in a sharp breath, a tingling numbness spreading from the small of my back.
Just those few strokes, and my semi-soft cock, as if injected with life, rapidly expanded, hardened, and stood erect in her hand, veins bulging, throbbing, returning to its fierce, menacing appearance.
The two balls below also tightened heavily, hanging.
Mom seemed quite satisfied with my reaction, the corner of her mouth lifting into an extremely faint, almost invisible curve.
Then, she lowered her head.
Not taking me into her mouth directly as usual.
Instead, she stuck out her tongue.
Pink, wet tongue tip.
Starting from below.
She tilted her head slightly, her tongue tip like a feather, extremely gently, licking the soft, sensitive skin beneath my scrotum.
Then, following the folds of the scrotal sac, little by little, licking upward.
When passing the heavy, taut balls, her tongue tip even playfully circled around the sphere, lightly brushing the most delicate skin below.
My whole body trembled, the muscles in my thighs instantly tightening, my hands gripping the edge of the sofa tightly.
Too… too fucking good at this.
Her tongue continued upward, along the base of my thick, hard shaft, all the way to below the glans, and stopped.
Then, along another route, from the glans licking downward.
Back and forth like this.
As if savoring some delicious delicacy, or meticulously applying an invisible layer of lubrication.
She licked slowly, carefully.
Her tongue was wet, slippery, warm, soft yet resilient. Every stroke brought a wave of fine, electric-like pleasure.
Then, she expanded her range.
Her tongue began circling my entire cock.
Licking from the root to the tip, then down the other side.
From time to time, she would also use her teeth to bite the shaft very, very lightly—not a real bite, more like a teasing friction. The sensation of the bite mixed with the wet slipperiness of her tongue tip, stimulating me until my scalp tingled.
"Mmm… Mom…"
I couldn't help but moan, my hand plunging into her loose long hair, unconsciously kneading. "You… where did you learn this…"
Mom didn't answer.
Her tongue was moving to the tip of my glans, rapidly, in small circles there, scraping against the most sensitive slit.
Then, she stopped.
Opened her mouth.
Her warm, moist oral cavity instantly enveloped my large glans.
She wasn't in a hurry to swallow it down. First, she used her two soft, full lips to tightly press against the area below the coronal ridge. Then, her cheeks exerted slight force, contracting inward—
"Uh ah!"
I threw my head back in pleasure.
That feeling… was too damn intense.
The soft flesh inside her mouth, wet, slippery, tight, elastic, squeezed and massaged my glans from all sides.
Especially her tongue, curled up, pressing against the underside of my glans, with the movement of her cheeks, pushing upward, scraping.
This was much more stimulating than simple sucking.
She began to take me in and out.
The movements weren't fast, but each time she took me deep, almost swallowing the entire glans.
The muscles deep in her throat contracted from time to time, tightening around my tip.
"Ha… Mom… you suck so well…"
I babbled incoherently, my fingers tightening in her hair. "How… how can it feel this good…"
Mom raised her wet, almond-shaped eyes, glancing at me sideways. That look held a trace of pride, a trace of charm, and complete immersion.
Then, as if having made some kind of resolution, she buried her head even lower, relaxed her throat, and made a swallowing motion—
"Gulp..."
I watched, wide-eyed, as my thick, long, and rigid cock was slowly but surely swallowed deeper into her mouth, bit by bit.
The glans broke through a soft barrier, entering an even tighter, hotter, and undulating passage.
It was her esophagus!
She really... was trying to deep-throat!
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