About twenty minutes passed.
Suddenly, the bus began to jolt violently.
I looked out the window—the familiar streetscape grew sparse. We were now on that old, poorly maintained road.
During the day, I had only heard the sound of machinery operating, but now, every bump became the perfect enhancement.
"Thump!"
The bus hit a pothole, and Mom's body was thrown upward by the inertia.
"Ah!" she let out a short, half-stifled cry, her body instantly tensing, the muscles on the inner sides of her thighs clearly outlined.
Through the thin fabric, I could feel the elasticity and warmth of her buttocks.
As her body fell, I matched it with a forceful upward thrust!
"Squelch!"
A wet, loud sound accompanied a deeper sense of pressure and suction, as if the little mouth inside her body suddenly clamped onto my tip.
The thick, hard cock slammed into the deepest part, the glans striking solidly against her delicate cervix.
"Hah...!"
Mom threw her head back, her neck forming a graceful curve. The eyes visible above her mask instantly lost focus, her pupils dilated, and even a hint of physiological tears welled at the corners.
Her hand on my shoulder tightened abruptly, her nails digging into my flesh even through the fabric.
The road ahead grew even more broken, potholes appearing one after another.
With every jolt, Mama was thrown upward only to slam back down, each time driving my shaft deep into the searing, wet depths of her honeyed passage, striking her core with relentless force.
Every thrust allowed me to feel with vivid clarity the layered, velvety folds of her inner walls tightly coiling around me, like countless tiny mouths suckling and massaging the length, especially the maddening tingling where the ridge was scraped by that ring of soft flesh.
Inside her was astonishingly hot, the slick arousal churned and drawn out with each movement, producing sticky, squelching sounds that turned our tightly joined area into a slippery, messy terrain.
She began to match the rhythm of the bumps, seizing each dip in the road to lift her hips before slamming back down with a muffled slap, mingled with the wet, sucking noises.
As she raised her hips, her tight entrance clung reluctantly to my base, creating a powerful suction; when she fell, it was a forceful, deep penetration, the head pounding heavily against the soft ring of her cervix, each impact sending violent tremors and contractions through her body, making my scalp tingle with pleasure.
We were like two accomplices in perfect sync, using the rough road as cover for our wildest coupling.
Beneath the cover of the coat, two bodies were tightly joined, moving in a frantic rhythm.
Her buttocks crashed and rubbed against my thighs, each descent bringing a heavy, sensual weight.
I could even feel the subtle twitching deep in her abdomen from the continuous impacts.
So intense...
The sensation of her cervix being struck and nudged open again and again...
She was utterly drenched, arousal squeezed out by our fierce motions, turning the space between our legs into a slick, messy wetness...
That warm, slippery embrace enveloped my entire length, each thrust drawing out more sticky fluid, soaking through the crotch of her tights and dampening my inner thighs, the air faintly carrying her sweet, musky scent.
My balls tightened, a fierce urge to release surging through me, a tingling ache gathering at the base of my spine.
Mama was also nearing her limit, her body trembling like a leaf, her honeyed passage contracting in rapid, erratic spasms, the inner walls writhing and clenching madly, like countless tiny hands desperately grasping and squeezing, the suction so strong it felt as if it could draw my very essence out, like a scorching, slick velvet mouth greedily suckling the head.
Suppressed, fragmented whimpers escaped her throat, her body completely limp in my arms, held up only by my grip around her waist.
Ahead lay an especially large pothole.
The car lurched violently downward, then jolted upward sharply!
Now!
With my left arm locked tightly around Mama's waist, I summoned all my strength, my abdominal muscles tensing as I thrust upward with everything I had!
"Ah—!"
A sharp, muffled cry escaped Mama, half-stifled by her mask, her body arching backward like a shrimp.
Propelled by that force, the head of my shaft managed to push past the tight ring of her cervical opening, half-burying itself inside!
An overwhelming pleasure—being enveloped, sucked, and embraced by even hotter, tighter, more constricting flesh—instantly shattered my reason.
It was an unprecedented sensation—tight and searing, as if my very soul were being drawn out. The ring of soft flesh at her cervix clamped down fiercely around the engorged crown of my glans, delivering an almost tearing intensity of pleasure. Inside was unimaginable softness, heat, and suction, like thrusting directly into a small, autonomously contracting and sucking hot spring vent.
"I'm coming! Mom! Take it!"
With a muffled groan, I lost all control. Thick, scalding semen surged forth like a breached floodgate, jetting violently, one spurt after another, deep into the very core of her womb!
Each eruption was met with even more intense spasms and suction from within her, as if her body were greedily swallowing and demanding more.
I could clearly feel the hot semen washing over the inner walls of her uterus, striking that most tender and sensitive spot.
"Uh... uh... it's... it's inside... my womb... being filled... ahh..."
Mom's body arched to its limit before collapsing, convulsing and trembling violently.
Her honeyed passage reached climax simultaneously, her searing love-juice mingling with my semen, gushing out from our tightly joined flesh, soaking through the crotch of her pantyhose in a rapidly spreading wet patch.
The contractions of her climax were so intense and prolonged, the tender inner walls pulsating and squeezing rhythmically and frantically, like a greedy little mouth desperately milking the last drops of essence. Each pulse drove my release deeper and fiercer.
Even after her climax, my cock continued to spurt for several more seconds within her still convulsing, sucking womb and vagina before gradually subsiding.
Even after ejaculation ended, the sensation of tight, scorching envelopment remained intense. Her cervix continued to rhythmically suckle at my glans, while her vaginal walls maintained a gentle, reluctant undulation, as if pleading for me to stay.
We sat slumped on the seat like two dehydrated fish, gasping for breath, drenched in sweat, our hearts pounding wildly in our chests, threatening to burst out.
The lingering waves of climax washed over our bodies like tides—tingling, languid, yet filled with ultimate satisfaction.
My cock remained buried deep inside her, savoring the prolonged, tender after-contractions unique to post-climax. Each slight suckle sent electric jolts of pleasure through me.
My hand unconsciously stroked her soft lower abdomen, where I could feel the slight swell from being filled with my seed.
Beneath my palm lay her warm, smooth skin; my fingertips could even detect the faint tremors deep within her belly, born of fullness and lingering ecstasy.
Her vagina still quivered faintly, occasionally sucking on my half-soft but still deeply embedded cock, while her cervix clung to my glans with lingering reluctance, coaxing out the last remaining drops.
The sensation was both ticklish and numbing, carrying a lazy, thoroughly satisfied attachment.
Several minutes passed like this, the bus cabin silent except for the engine's hum and our still-uneven, heavy breaths.
"Oh dear, my stop is here."
The elderly lady sitting quietly beside us suddenly spoke up, steadying herself against the seatback as she stood.
Startled by her voice, Mom tensed instinctively, her honeyed passage clamping down abruptly. The sudden, powerful squeeze caused my half-soft cock to swell another degree, bringing a sore yet pleasurable fullness that drew another muffled groan from me.
The old woman didn't notice anything unusual. She turned around and looked at Mom, saying, "Young lady, are you feeling better? I'm getting off now, so you can have your seat back."
Mom quickly looked up, her eyes still glistening with a lingering haze of desire. Her breathing hadn't fully settled yet, her chest rising and falling gently.
"I'm... much better, thank you," she replied, her voice hoarse and weak from what had just happened, carrying a barely noticeable tremor. "Take care getting off."
The bus pulled to a stop, and the old woman, along with some other passengers, got off.
Suddenly, the two rows behind were left with just us and the young man still asleep diagonally ahead.
Mom, enduring the soreness in her body and the deep, lingering fullness, braced her hands against the seatback in front of her and tried to lift her hips, attempting to separate from me.
"Mmm..."
A suppressed moan escaped her lips.
Her honeyed entrance was still tightly gripping me, the tender inner walls clinging reluctantly as we pulled apart, releasing a soft, wet sound that echoed clearly in the quiet bus.
As we separated, a warm liquid—a mixture of thick semen and her own arousal—gushed uncontrollably from her slightly parted opening, trickling down the inside of her thigh and dripping onto my pants.
Bringing with it even more of the mingled fluids.
Mom's face flushed crimson, the blush spreading all the way to her ears. She hurriedly fumbled to pull up her stockings and panties, which had been pushed down to her thighs, then pulled on her shorts and fastened the button.
I could see the glistening wetness on the inside of her thighs, and the crotch of her stockings was soaked through, dark and clinging tightly to her skin.
Then she moved to the empty seat beside her, putting a small distance between us.
But as soon as she sat down, her brows furrowed slightly. She shifted uncomfortably, instinctively tightening her legs.
I knew it was what I had released inside her, now slowly beginning to seep out.
She must have felt the sticky, wet discomfort below, even sensing the warm liquid trickling slowly down the inside of her thighs.
She turned her head and glanced at me, her expression complex—a mix of shyness, reproach, and a trace of lingering arousal.
Then she reached into her bag for another tissue, leaned over, and under the cover of her coat, quickly yet gently wiped my softening member, still damp with our fluids. Her movements were light, her fingertips occasionally brushing against me, sending faint electric shivers through me.
Carefully, she tucked me back into my pants and zipped them up.
Before zipping, she even used the tissue to dab at the small damp spot on my pants.
After finishing, she sat back, leaned against the seat, and closed her eyes. Her chest rose and fell gently as she seemed to be trying to calm her breathing and heartbeat.
The bus continued forward, much smoother now.
The station signs flashing by outside grew increasingly unfamiliar.
Neither of us spoke, lost in the weariness after our indulgence and a secret sense of intimacy.
The air still seemed to carry the scent of desire, and the cold, sticky wetness between our legs served as a reminder of the madness that had just taken place.
I stole a glance at her. Her eyes were closed, her long lashes casting a small shadow beneath them, and the skin visible above her mask was tinged with a faint blush.
Until—
"Binjiang West Road Station. Please be careful when the doors open, and mind your step when exiting."
The clear electronic female voice announcing the station pierced the quiet of the bus.
Mom and I opened our eyes almost simultaneously, looking out the window.
We had missed our stop.
Mom turned her face, and I looked at her.
In the dim light, our eyes met.
Her eyes were still moist, carrying the lingering traces of passion, now veiled with a layer of shock and fluster.
As I gazed at her, fragments of the wild moments from the journey flashed through my mind, and my throat felt a little dry.
The jolts and collisions along the bumpy road, her suppressed moans, the tight embrace, the scorching release, and the cold, sticky dampness between her legs now—all these images and sensations surged into my heart in an instant.
Then, I couldn't hold back and let out a soft, muffled laugh.
Mom shot me a glance, her eyes a mix of playful reproach and helplessness, but her cheeks flushed even deeper, like ripe peaches.
She raised her hand and gave my arm a light, teasing punch.
"It's all your fault," she mouthed silently, her eyes soft, carrying little real blame.
I took her hand, intertwining our fingers once more. Her fingers were cool, but her palm was warm.
"Yeah, it's all my fault," I admitted with a low chuckle, gently scratching her palm with my fingers.
The car came to a stop, and the door opened.
The night wind rushed in again, carrying a chill.
"Let's get out."
Mom whispered, her voice still a little hoarse. She stood up, her legs seeming a bit unsteady, her body swaying slightly. I could sense the faint trembling of the muscles on her inner thighs and quickly steadied her by holding her arm.
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