I lay sprawled on Mom's soft body, my face buried in the damp hollow of her neck. My nostrils were filled with the scent of her hair and skin—a mix that was both comforting and agitating.
My cock, which had just finished spurting, remained half-soft, half-hard within the slippery, warm depths of her honeyed passage. It was being gently, instinctively, almost clingingly suckled by the layers of tender flesh inside.
The sensation was incredible. It felt like being enveloped and massaged by countless tiny mouths at my spent root. Every faint pulse from me elicited a tighter response from her inner walls. The slick love juices mixed with my residual semen, slowly flowing and soaking within the narrow channel, creating a lazy, viscous sense of intimacy.
It took a while before Mom seemed to regain a sliver of consciousness from the overwhelming climax.
She opened her eyes. Those almond-shaped eyes, always gentle and smiling, were now misty, carrying a post-coital languor and a hint of... a womanly allure I had never seen before.
She turned her face, her lips almost brushing my ear. Her voice was hoarse, as if scraped by sandpaper, yet soft enough to drip with tenderness.
"How does it feel... to become a man, An'an?"
I lifted my head and met her gaze, so close at hand.
The flush hadn't faded from her cheeks. Sweat-dampened strands of hair clung to her skin, and her lips were still slightly swollen.
My heart gave a violent thump. A warm current of mixed conquest and strange intimacy surged through my entire body.
"Fucking amazing," I heard my own voice, also terribly hoarse, but every word came from the depths of my being. "I've never felt this good before. Mom..."
I paused, clearly feeling that half-soft cock of mine, nestled within her warm embrace, greedily soaking up that slickness and tightness. The blood was rushing through it at a frightening speed.
It was reawakening, swelling, hardening at a startling pace.
The sensation of that tight, hot, wet passage being stretched open again made us both draw in a sharp breath.
I could feel the subtle tremors of her inner tender flesh being forcibly spread apart, followed by an even more torrential rush of warm fluid washing over the ridge of my glans.
"I want to go again... Is that okay?"
I looked at her, the desire in my eyes naked and undisguised.
Mom's face flushed even redder. She turned her head away, her neck forming a graceful, fragile curve.
She didn't speak, only let out a soft "hmph" from her nose. The sound held a note of reproach, yet also seemed like helpless indulgence.
"Really... I just can't do anything with you..."
She muttered softly, but her body adjusted its posture slightly. Her waist moved a little, allowing the passage, now filled again, to accommodate me more smoothly. The tender flesh inside seemed to actively writhe and wrap around my thick, hard shaft.
*This is youth... recovering too fast.*
I thought smugly to myself, that urge to possess her more, to go deeper, taking hold of me once more.
I didn't pull my hard cock out. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, supporting her body, and whispered, "Mom, turn over... get on your hands and knees."
Mom's body stiffened for a moment, as if understanding my intent.
She hesitated for less than a second before complying with the pressure of my arms, beginning to turn slowly, somewhat clumsily.
This process... was torturous.
My long, thick cock rubbed and churned inside her tight, slick passage as her body rotated.
Layer upon layer of tender flesh squeezed, clung, and rubbed against every sensitive ridge and groove of my glans and shaft.
Every tiny change in angle brought a new, scalp-tingling scraping sensation. Especially when her buttocks brushed against my lower abdomen, causing my penis to grind over a certain raised soft mound inside her, the short, choked sob that escaped her throat nearly made me lose it right then.
I could clearly feel how the fine folds inside her scraped over my member, and feel her body trembling slightly from this unusual rotation.
"Mmm... sl-slow... slow down... this... feels so strange..." Mom gasped, her voice broken.
By the time we finally settled into the new position, she was already facing away from me, obediently lying prone on the disheveled sheets.
Her snow-white back and those plump, peach-like buttocks were completely exposed to my view.
Because of the prone position, those two heavy mounds were squeezed into even rounder, fuller shapes. The cleft between them was deep, and below, the faintly glistening, slightly reddened slit, still smeared with traces of milky white, was half-hidden, half-revealed.
I knelt behind her, my hands eagerly grasping those warm, soft, springy buttocks, kneading them hard, my fingertips sinking into the smooth skin.
The full flesh spilled between my fingers, the touch slippery and elastic. Every squeeze made the honeyed passage deep within the cleft quiver slightly, seeping out more crystalline love juices.
My cock was still buried deep inside her, the tip pressed against that soft mound of her cervix.
With the copious amount of semen I'd just shot inside and her own continuously secreted juices as lubrication, this time, I didn't need to be careful.
"Mom, here I come."
I announced hoarsely, my hips pulling back sharply. The thick cock slid out most of the way with a wet, sticky *pop*, leaving only the swollen, purplish-red glans wedged at her entrance.
The sudden emptiness of leaving that tight embrace, and the clinging, reluctant suction of the tender flesh at her entrance, only fueled my desire more fiercely.
Then, with a short, startled gasp from Mom, I thrust forward hard again, burying myself to the hilt, slamming deep into the core of her flower!
The glans instantly broke through the layered barriers of soft flesh, reaching straight for the deepest, warm, slippery mound of her cervix. The numbing pleasure from the impact shot straight from my tailbone to the crown of my head.
"Ah—!"
Mom's body lurched forward from the force of my thrust, letting out a cry much louder and higher-pitched than before.
*This* was the real doggy style.
My hands clamped tightly around her slender waist, holding her in place, and I began a frenzied, storm-like rhythm of thrusting.
Every insertion was deep and heavy, aiming to go all the way to the root, slamming hard against her delicate cervix. With each deep thrust, it felt like my glans was trying to push aside that soft cervical opening, sinking even deeper. The feeling of being forcibly stretched open to fullness and the intense suction that followed made my scalp tingle. Every withdrawal was almost a complete pull-out, letting the slick, constricting walls scrape along every inch of my shaft.
The raised veins and ridges on my shaft scraped against the sensitive folds inside her, drawing out uncontrollable, tearful moans.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap—!"
The sound of my firm lower abdomen slapping against her snow-white buttocks mixed with the "squelch, squelch" of wetness, creating an intensely lewd rhythm in the room.
With each impact, her buttocks rippled with enticing waves of flesh. The reddened slit between her cheeks, repeatedly stretched open and closed, continuously oozed a thick, white froth of mixed semen and love juices, smearing over our joining and the insides of our thighs.
"Too fast... An'an... Mmm ah... sl-slow... slow down a bit... I can't take it... you're hitting too deep... ah!"
Mom's voice had completely changed its tune, tearful, yet filled with the ultimate pleasure of being utterly penetrated and filled.
She instinctively arched her back lower, raising her plump buttocks higher to allow me to thrust more smoothly and deeply. This instinctive act of迎合 excited me even more.
I could feel the tender flesh of her inner walls actively writhing and wrapping around me, especially when I thrust deep—the soft flesh deep inside would suck at the ridge of my glans like a little mouth.
I let go with one hand, sliding it up her sweat-dampened back, finding one of her arms and pulling it up forcefully.
Then the other.
Mom complied, letting me pull her up. Her upper body was forced off the bed, supported only by her knees and arms.
This position made her buttocks stick up even higher, and the angle of her passage became more vertical. Each of my thrusts felt like I was nailing straight into the deepest part of her body.
The stimulation from the changed angle was even more intense. With each deep thrust, my glans felt like it was grinding precisely against that most sensitive patch of soft flesh just below her cervix, sending waves of violent spasms through her body.
As I thrust wildly, Mom's forced-upright upper body rocked back and forth. Those unrestrained, heavy, E-cup breasts—like two ripe, full milk balls—drew dizzying white arcs in the air, bouncing and swaying frantically up and down.
The waves of her breasts rippled. The rosy nipples at their peaks were already hard as stones, trembling in the air.
The visual impact combined with the waves of tight, binding pleasure from below, each stronger than the last, made my scalp tingle with ecstasy.
While continuing to pound into her, I gasped and asked:
"How's my cock... Mom? Does it... feel good? Am I... mmm... fucking you to heaven?"
The pleasure from her lower body had already spread throughout Mom's entire being. The inner walls of her passage contracted violently, uncontrollably, love juices gushing out, flowing down from our joining and the insides of our thighs.
Each contraction felt like countless tiny mouths sucking hard simultaneously, tightly gripping my cock. Especially when my glans thrust deep, the soft flesh deep inside would wrap around it frantically, as if trying to swallow the entire head.
Hearing my crude, blunt question, she blushed to the roots of her ears in shame, yet still squeezed out a tearful response through gritted teeth:
"You... don't get too carried away... hmph... ah! G-gently... not so hard there..."
But in her mind, amidst the tidal wave of lust, fragmented thoughts flashed: *He clearly... has no technique at all... just brute force... charging recklessly... but... this youthful body... this terrifying stamina... ah... I'm going to die...*
Then, she seemed to give up thinking, completely surrendering to the physical pleasure.
Her plump waist and hips began to actively, rhythmically push back and twist, seeking the angle and depth that would make my cock rub against the most sensitive spots inside her.
The twisting of her waist moved her buttocks, making my cock scrape and grind against the sensitive spots on her inner walls from different angles.
She wanted more, and she wanted me... to release faster too.
Feeling the active迎合 of her hips, I let go of the hands I was holding.
Mom's arms went weak, her upper body falling forward onto the bed again, only her round, plump buttocks remained raised high, meeting my thrusts.
I changed my own stance too. Instead of kneeling, I planted my feet firmly on the floor, squatting slightly, driving power from my core, using my full body weight and strength to hammer my hard cock again and again into the slippery, muddy depths of her passage!
Each thrust was like driving a pile, using all my might, letting the glans viciously batter open that soft cervical opening, sinking deep into it, grinding and prodding that most sensitive core.
The heavy impacts made her body slide forward on the sheets repeatedly. Her buttocks were slapped red, emitting dull *thwacking* sounds.
This position allowed for even deeper penetration and greater force.
Each heavy impact made her whole body shift forward, the snow-white flesh of her buttocks rippling with waves from the blows.
My glans was like a battering ram, each time accurately and viciously battering open her delicate cervix, grinding and prodding that most sensitive core.
"Ugh ah! I can't... An'an... you're hitting... hitting my womb... it's too... too deep... hah ah..."
Mom's face was buried in the pillow, letting out muffled, yet incredibly sweet and lewd screams.
Her voice, muffled by the pillow, sounded even more suppressed and high-pitched, carrying a note of near-breakdown.
Her anus contracted violently with each deep thrust, her buttocks clenched tightly, all her muscles tensing and trembling under the extreme pleasure.
Close... I'm getting close again!
The familiar ache in my lower abdomen and the intense urge to shoot surged up like a tsunami once more.
It felt like electricity coursing wildly up my spine, gathering at my glans, making it swell painfully. Every impact brought overwhelming pleasure.
Gasping for breath, I increased my thrusting speed a few notches more, almost becoming a blur.
The movement of my hips was now pure instinct, so fast it was a frenzy. Each withdrawal brought out copious amounts of thick fluid, splattering onto the sheets and our thighs.
"Mom... I'm gonna cum again!" My breathing was ragged, sweat dripping from my chin onto her smooth back.
"Okay... come on... cum... give it all to Mom..."
Mom's voice was already hoarse, carrying a desperate, greedy hunger. She frantically pushed her plump buttocks back, the flesh actively slapping against my lower abdomen with louder *smacks*, taking in my thick cock. "Faster... I'm... I'm going to climax too... ah... faster..."
Encouraged by her complete surrender, I let out a low growl. Putting all my strength into my hips, I began the final few dozen most frantic, deepest thrusts!
Each thrust felt like I was trying to shove my entire sack inside, using all my strength to drive to the deepest point, the head of my cock grinding fiercely against that soft, yielding flesh.
"Slap slap slap slap slap—!"
The sound of flesh meeting flesh was as dense as raindrops.
I could feel the deep recesses of her pussy begin to uncontrollably spasm and convulse, her cervix sucking on my glans like a little mouth. The suction was astonishingly strong, as if trying to pull my very soul out.
"I'm coming—!"
At the moment of another deep, penetrating thrust, with the head grinding mercilessly against the soft core of her flower, my defenses completely crumbled. A wave of soreness shot through my lower back, and streams of semen, hotter and thicker than the last time, erupted like a high-pressure water jet, violently jetting into the deepest part of her womb!
The scalding semen impacted her tender cervix, bringing waves of intense, almost dizzying ejaculatory pleasure. Each pulse was accompanied by even more violent spasms and suction from her inner walls.
"Ah—! It's coming… Hah ah…!"
At almost the same moment, Mom let out a high-pitched scream of climax. Her body arched sharply upward before collapsing completely, trembling violently.
Her body shook as if electrocuted, the inner walls of her pussy squeezing and clenching my cock with astonishing frequency and force, as if trying to milk it dry, greedily swallowing every gush of hot seed.
The constricting force was almost suffocating, the pleasure like a tsunami completely engulfing both of us.
I collapsed onto her sweat-drenched back, gasping for air, feeling the ultimate emptiness and satisfaction after ejaculation, along with the lingering, pleasurable contractions still pulsing inside her.
The tight, fleshy walls continued to rhythmically suckle, as if savoring the recent intensity, milking out the last remnants of semen.
It took a long time for us to slowly recover.
Carefully, slowly, I withdrew my now somewhat softened, but still thick and long, cock from her thoroughly sodden pussy.
The withdrawal was unusually slow, the tender inner flesh clinging reluctantly to the shaft, producing a sticky, wet sound.
"Plop…"
A distinct, soft, wet pop.
As I pulled out, Mom's flushed, reddened hole, which had just been stretched and ravaged to its limit, contracted reluctantly, slowly closing back into that tightly shut, delicate, pink slit.
Only the entrance remained slightly agape, unable to close completely for the moment. A thick, milky mixture of my semen and her fluids began to seep out from the gap and her slightly swollen labia, slowly, stickily flowing down, soaking the dark sheets beneath us.
I collapsed beside Mom, and she was too exhausted to even move a finger.
We lay side by side, the room filled only with the sound of our ragged, bellows-like breathing.
I turned my head to look at Mom.
She was looking at me too. In her beautiful eyes, the haze of lust was gradually fading, replaced by an incredibly complex mix of exhaustion, shame, tenderness, and an indescribable… intimacy and sense of belonging.
We just looked at each other quietly, neither of us speaking.
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