With only a month left until the final exams, to be honest, I don't have much confidence in performing exceptionally well. After all, I've pushed myself to the limit, going from being completely ignorant to now being among the top performers.
It's because of my efforts that my mother has willingly engaged in oral sex with me on numerous occasions.
In this last month, my mother has been quite busy, so the number of tutoring sessions has been reduced by half. However, we still maintain a frequency of twice every two days, allowing me to release my tension every other day.
Today happens to be Sunday, and to reward my mother, my father decides to personally cook a delicious meal. My mother and I sit on the sofa, watching TV in our leisure time.
As usual, my mother maintains her conservative style in dressing. She wears a black shirt that accentuates her ample chest. Below, she wears black leggings. Despite the cold weather, our home is heated, so she doesn't wear too many layers.
After a while, feeling bored, I turn my head and glance at my father. He's facing away from us, chopping vegetables in the open-plan kitchen. Seeing that he isn't looking in our direction, I can no longer contain myself.
I tap my mother's shoulder, and she turns to me with a puzzled look. Her pair of large eyes are always so charming, sparkling with a captivating light.
I point towards my erect cock that has already pushed against my pants, and in an instant, my mother understands what I mean. Blushing, she glances at me, scolding me with a white eye, and continues watching TV.
I confirm once again that my father's back is still turned to me. I swiftly pull down my pants and underwear, exposing my erect cock that's been waiting eagerly. I immediately sit back down, ensuring that even if my father turns around, he won't see my exposed lower body.
My actions are noticed by my mother. She covers her tempting lips in shock, cautiously glancing in my father's direction. Only after I finish undressing does she scold me angrily, "Are you crazy? Your father is right here."
"I couldn't resist, Mom," I plead pitifully.
"I just helped you yesterday. How can you not resist again?" she asks.
"I'm telling the truth, Mom, look," I say while grabbing her hand and forcefully placing it on my cock.
My mother's grip is weaker than mine, and she can only passively let her hand rest against my cock, but she doesn't hold it.
"Don't... I'll help you tonight," my mother says, fearing that my father might notice, constantly looking back as she speaks.
"I can't hold it, Mom. Please do it now," I insist.
"It's not possible..."
After a moment of stalemate, I lose patience. I embrace my mother's shoulders and pull her towards me. Caught off guard, she loses her balance and falls into my embrace. I press her head against my lower abdomen.
"No... let me get up..."
My well-endowed cock is right in front of her eyes. As my mother struggles, her face occasionally brushes against my cock, and the scorching heat and faint muskiness gradually raise her body temperature.
"Don't move, Mom, or Dad will find out," I manipulate the situation. My mention of my father makes my mother obedient, and her struggle weakens.
I grip my own cock and rub it against my mother's lovely face. Finally, I press it against her luscious red lips, moving it up and down, rubbing against her soft lips.
"Stop it, son..."
My mother dared not resist too much, realizing she couldn't break free, so she could only plead with me.
The sensation of the meat rod against her lips made my mother feel a desire to submit, but her husband was nearby. If she were to be discovered, she would lose all dignity.
"Just for a moment, quickly, open your mouth!" I commanded in a dominant tone, breaking through my mother's final defence. She looked at me with a touch of resentment, obediently opening her mouth.
Her tightly sealed lips finally parted, and my glans, like finding an exit, swiftly penetrated her small mouth like a venomous snake.
"Mmm..."
'The familiar taste...'
My mother's pretty face rested against my lower abdomen, and the large meat rod penetrated her mouth. With each movement, as I pushed and pulled, I guided my mother's head while the dark pubic hair occasionally grazed her delicate nose. Unconsciously, she inhaled the thick masculine scent into her lungs, and the heavy hormones acted as a catalyst, stimulating her body. Her honeyed cave gradually moistened her cotton panties.
"Ah... feels so good..."
Now that I had entered my mother's mouth, I felt relieved. As long as she kept my cock in her mouth, I was in control.
I stroked my mother's head, as if caressing a pet. Once she fully relaxed, I firmly thrust my mother's head, and my glans pressed against one side of her face, lifting up her beautiful cheek, faintly revealing the shape of the glans.
"Mmm... mmm..."
My mother didn't struggle too much, furrowing her eyebrows and lightly patting my thigh to express her discontent.
Like discovering a new toy, I continued thrusting into my mother's mouth from the side, watching her elevated gill, feeling a perverse excitement surging through my body.
My father was cooking, and my mother secretly took my massive meat rod into her mouth under my crotch. There was nothing happier than this.
"Wife."
Just as I continued playing with my mother's mouth, my father suddenly called for her while cooking.
Both my mother and I froze in fear, not daring to move an inch.
I turned my head and glanced at my father. Thankfully, he was still in the kitchen and hadn't come over.
My mother grew scared and wanted to spit out the meat rod from her mouth, but I quickly pressed her head, forcing her to keep sucking.
"Where's your mother?"
My father noticed me turning my head but couldn't see my mother. He expressed his confusion.
"Oh, my mom is tired. She's lying here, taking a nap," I replied, pointing beside me. The sofa was large enough for one person to sit and lie down comfortably.
My father didn't suspect anything and continued cooking. "With the finals approaching, your mother is indeed busy. Don't disturb her, let her rest. Call her when the meal is ready," my father advised.
"Sure, okay," I answered, suppressing my laughter.
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