In the bedroom, Mom remained lying on her vanity table, her slender figure a striking, pale white in the dark night. Her full, fair buttocks, like lambs awaiting slaughter, were held firmly by Sam as his lower body slowly lifted and pressed against her. Mom offered no resistance, her hands gripping the edges of the vanity table so tightly it seemed she would collapse if she let go. Her upper body lay flat against the table, and on the floor was a white pair of panties, trampled under Sam's large, dark feet—Mom's panties.
Then, as I stared at Sam's buttocks, I realized he wasn't just moving slowly. Due to the power outage and the dim light from the streetlamp outside, I had mistaken his motion for grinding. But it wasn't that—Sam's buttocks, in stark contrast to Mom's snow-white ones, were forcefully thrusting into hers, so hard that I could even see his entire thighs trembling.
Despite the force Sam was using, there was no sound of flesh slapping against flesh, as if both he and Mom were restraining themselves, trying not to make a sound.
And Mom didn't resist or try to avoid Sam's forceful thrusts. Instead, her upper body lay limp on the vanity table, her hands gripping its edges tightly. Her long hair, contrary to what I had imagined, wasn't disheveled but was neatly tied into a ponytail. Sam's other hand remained firmly clamped over Mom's mouth, and with her face pressed against the table, she made not a single sound…
In the bedroom, a muscular black man, standing at 1.75 meters tall, was engaged in intercourse with a woman of the same height, whose figure was pale and slender. The black man was a wealthy second-generation from South Africa, living under someone else's roof as a guest in a happy Chinese family. And this woman was actually the mother of the classmate whose home he was staying in.
Watching everything unfolding before my eyes, I found myself powerless to stop it. I even felt a faint stirring in my own lower body—was I actually getting aroused?
Why?
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. My own mother, right before my eyes, was performing the most primal act with my classmate—a classmate from Africa, no less. There was not a single sound, no seductive moans, only an unmistakable, indescribably lewd atmosphere permeating the air.
Yet, the real world would not stop turning because of my wandering thoughts. In the bedroom, I saw Sam thrusting with immense force repeatedly, causing my mother's pale buttocks to tremble slowly. In the darkness of the night, I watched as her buttocks pushed back against Sam's abdomen, which continued to thrust vigorously. Her long, straight legs were bent, and one of her hands reached back to grip Sam's black hand clutching her buttocks. Sensing something, Sam withdrew the hand that had been covering her mouth and used both hands to lift her buttocks slightly. His entire dark body pressed down on her raised buttocks as he thrust rapidly and recklessly, his hands forcefully spreading apart the two pale mounds beneath him.
"Ah... no..."
My mother grabbed Sam's hands from behind and cried out. The beautiful melody was crystal clear in the pitch-black night—a cry from the depths of her soul. Even I, standing outside the bedroom, felt a strange sensation.
Sam arched his back. After my mother let out that moan, he quickly pulled back from her body. Her legs trembled and went limp before the dressing table.
With a "pop," Sam swiftly retreated. The moment he left her body, a sound like a wine cork being pulled echoed through the night.
After that sound, my mother's entire delicate, pale body slowly collapsed onto the table, followed by...
"Schlick... schlick..." Stream after stream of liquid sprayed from between her legs, even producing the sound of liquid rapidly gushing out.
"Mmm... mmm..." My mother, with her hair tied in a ponytail, turned her face to the side, trembling, as soft moans continued to emanate from the dressing table.
"Hehe, Mom, don't worry. Zihan ate my specially made dinner and will sleep soundly till morning. You can cry out now. At noon, when Zihan came back, I could tell during dinner that you weren't satisfied, Naomi. While I was cooking, I wanted to fuck you right in front of Zihan, Naomi. Wearing such a provocative dress to dinner, your nipples so prominent—wasn't it because you wanted me to fuck you? Right, my Naomi!"
Sam looked at my mother before him, speaking in a tone I had never heard before.
"...No... I didn't..."
My mother weakly protested.
"Nami, don't rush, we still have time..." Sam walked behind Mom again, wrapping his arms around her from under her armpits. In my eyes, two dark hands grasped Mom's ample breasts, lifting her up.
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"Mmm... ah... hurry... let me go... Sam."
Mom glanced weakly at Sam, who paid no attention to her words. His two dark, large hands held her under the armpits, lifting her up.
"No... ah... stop squeezing... ah... let go..."
Mom was originally leaning against the vanity, but now Sam had moved closer and wrapped his arms around her graceful, delicate body. The makeup mirror reflected her crystal-clear, snow-white skin, her soft, serpentine-like figure twisting left and right in Sam's embrace as she desperately tried to break free from his grasp.
At this moment, Sam's two dark hands were tightly gripping the full, plump breasts on Mom's chest, his fingertips wandering around her nipples before pinching them tightly, kneading them up, down, left, and right.
"It hurts... don't do that... Sam... stop squeezing..."
Mom's delicate body kept writhing in Sam's arms. The two stood in front of the vanity, stepping on what seemed to be either Mom's or Sam's underwear on the floor. As Mom continued to squirm, her plump, round buttocks seemed to be constantly rubbing against Sam's lower abdomen.
"Baby Mom... your body is so hot. Do you want it?"
Sam asked with a lewd grin.
"No... I don't... you're talking... nonsense... ah... stop squeezing, Sam... ah..."
"Does it feel good, Mom? Your nipples are so sensitive. As soon as I pinch them, your little pussy gushes out so much fluid, soaking my cock."
Sam pressed tightly against Mom's back, thrusting forcefully against her plump, perky buttocks. His dark African face rubbed incessantly against her slender, jade-like neck.
"Stop... stop it... if you keep licking... I... I'll get angry... ah..."
After letting out a soft moan, Mom stopped struggling, though her body trembled even more intensely.
Sam held Mom's trembling body tightly, his thick, coarse tongue continuously licking her ears. Mom tilted her head back, pressing it against Sam's large mouth, her fragrant shoulders lifting slightly as she trembled in his tight embrace.
"Mwah... smooch... smooch..." Seeing Mom obediently nestled in his arms, Sam's two large hands once again wantonly kneaded her full breasts, molding them into various shapes under his palms.
"Stop... stop it... I can't... ah..." Mom moaned in a daze of passion.
"Tsk tsk tsk... mwah... Mom must be feeling really good..." Sam said, one hand continuing to knead Mom's breasts while the other wandered from her ample chest down to her lower abdomen, then slid further down to the thick, lush pubic hair below, finally probing into her moist little pussy.
"Sam... don't... don't... go any further... ah... mmm... ah"
"Tsk tsk... slurp... slurp..." Sam's thick, fleshy tongue continued to move up and down like a fish, licking the base of Mom's ears.
"Annoying... ticklish... so ticklish... stop... ah... don't lick anymore... ah... mmm..." Mom's graceful, fragrant body involuntarily leaned back, pressing tightly against Sam's embrace.
"This feels good too, doesn't it... good Mom..." Sam leered at Mom, his hand quickening its movements inside her little pussy.
"Ah... mmm..." Mom trembled slightly, her snow-white, plump buttocks seemingly unintentionally pressing back against Sam's lower abdomen, faintly brushing against his massive, thick cock.
"Sweet Mommy, you're so sensitive, truly exquisite, let me love you properly..." Sam said, one large hand quickening its thrusts inside her tight passage, occasionally emitting wet, squelching sounds, while his other hand impatiently gripped his own dark, massive shaft, driving it straight into her honeyed depths.
Watching everything unfold in the bedroom, my own lower body shamefully hardened, a surge of something threatening to spill out. Why had I become like this?
In the bedroom, Sam began thrusting forcefully into her again.
"Creak... creak... slap slap slap... smack smack smack..." In the dead silence of the night, the various intertwined, lewd sounds from the bedroom were exceptionally clear and enticing.
"Stop... no... don't... Sam... be good... ah..." Mom seemed to come to her senses, desperately resisting Sam.
"Sweet Mommy, your body has already betrayed you... so wet..." Sam bent over, opening his mouth wide to lick her snow-white, smooth back.
"Stop... stop it... Sam... no more..." Mom twisted her body like a water snake, her full breasts swaying up and down with her movements, utterly alluring.
"Mommy's being naughty now!" Sam crouched down again, pressing his hands against her buttocks, burying his dark face deep between her cheeks.
"Mmm... ah... ah..." A soul-stirring moan escaped Mom's slightly parted lips, her graceful body trembling uncontrollably.
"Slurp... smack smack... slurp... kiss" Sam's face was buried between her buttocks, accompanied by the sounds of sucking and licking.
"Ah... ah... mmm... it tickles... Sam..." Mom lifted her head, her jade-like arms braced against the vanity table.
"So fragrant... so lewd... Mommy, your juices are so delicious..."
"Mmm... it's flowing... so much..." Mom's hips kept pushing back.
"Good... my good Mommy's... lewd juices... so much... I want more..."
"Smack smack... slurp..."
"Mmm... ah... I'm coming... mmm... faster..."
"Mommy... let it out... baby... my good Mommy."
Sam frantically licked.
"Ahh... it's coming... ah... mmm... here it comes..." Mom reached back, gripping Sam's head tightly.
"Come on... Mommy... good Mommy..."
"Ah..."
"Drip... drip..."
Amid a gushing flow, Mom's body ceased its violent trembling, collapsing against Sam's chest as if she had fainted.
Seeing her like a little lamb, Sam could no longer restrain himself. He picked her up and carried her toward the bed.
As soon as Sam laid her on the bed, Mom seemed to sense something, tightly clutching the blanket to wrap her exquisite, snow-white body completely, her beautiful eyes glaring coldly at Sam.
"That's not being good, Mommy. You're kicking the ladder away after using it. I need to punish you properly~" Sam leered as he crawled onto the bed.
"Get out!" Mom spat the word coldly, staring straight at Sam.
Sam continued to leer at her, slowly moving closer. "I haven't finished yet, Mommy. Why are you turning your back on me now?"
"Get away! I've already satisfied your demands. Don't do this anymore." Mom said icily.
What does this mean? Why is Mom giving in to Sam's demands?
"Really so heartless, Mom? You weren't like this just a moment ago," Sam sneered, reaching out to caress Mom's pretty face.
"Get away! I won't repeat myself!" Mom said sternly to Sam.
"Alright, fine~ But at least let me put my pants on before I go. And my mouth, my dick is still covered in Mom's sweet juices. I can't just go sleep with Zihan like this," Sam shrugged.
Mom remained silent, her icy, beautiful eyes staring coldly at Sam.
"Let me clean up first," Sam said to himself, then bent down to pick up the damp panties. He first brought them close to his nose and sniffed, then used them to wipe his mouth and his dick.
"You!" Mom exclaimed angrily.
"These panties are so wet, Mom~~"
"Give them back to me," Mom extended a slender arm from under the covers.
"Not clean yet, Mom," Sam replied, continuing to wipe his dick with the panties.
"Bastard!" Mom cursed angrily.
"All clean now, Mom. Remember to wear them to sleep tonight."
Sam leered as he handed the pink panties back to Mom.
I felt like Sam was about to come out, so I quickly tiptoed away. Damn Sam, why is this happening? I stumbled back to my bedroom in a daze, replaying everything that had just happened. My eyes grew moist. Why didn't I stop all this?
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