Her voice was small, like a frightened kitten.
I immediately supported her waist, making her lift her bottom slightly.
Mom cooperated, her hands bracing against the edge of the bathtub, lowering her waist, parting the seam of her buttocks, actively seeking and aligning.
But... in the water, it was slippery, and she was facing away from me. After several attempts, my thick glans kept sliding away between her buttocks, poking elsewhere, just not finding that small entrance.
"Aim... aim properly..." Mom grew a bit impatient, her bottom squirming restlessly, stirring up tiny splashes.
"I'm trying... don't move..." I was anxious too, sweat or water droplets—I couldn't tell—mixed together and streamed down my forehead. After four or five failed attempts, the slippery sensation was maddening.
Mom made a "tsk" sound, seemingly a bit annoyed.
She simply reached a hand between her legs, one hand reaching back, groping to grab my hard, burning, almost throbbing cock. With the other hand, using her index and middle fingers, she parted the two already slick and slightly swollen fleshy lips at her core.
"Here... you're so stupid..." she muttered with a hint of reproach, guiding my glans to precisely press against that warm, tight, slightly quivering entrance, hungry to be filled.
I could feel the tip of my glans sinking into incredibly soft, suction-rich tender flesh. The instant feeling of being enveloped sent shivers down my spine.
"Sit... sit down..." I urged hoarsely, my voice dry.
Mom bit her lower lip, slowly lowering her waist, a suppressed whimper escaping her throat.
"Mmm... uh..."
With the buoyancy of the water and her own secreted slippery juices, her tight little entrance was gradually stretched open, like a shy yet greedy bud, struggling to swallow an invader much larger than its size.
"Mmm... ah... slow, slow down..." She let out a suppressed, pained moan, her brows tightly furrowed, her body slightly tensing.
My glans finally breached that tight ring, slowly squeezing in.
Then, the thicker shaft followed.
Layer upon layer of warm, wet tender flesh wrapped around it like countless little hands, tightly gripping my cock. Every inch of advancement felt like intruding into a forbidden, warm bed—slippery yet filled with maddening resistance.
"Ah... it's in... so full..."
She threw her head back, her neck forming an elegant curve, letting out a long moan of satisfaction mixed with a hint of discomfort.
I could hear faint squelching sounds underwater—the sound of her juices being squeezed out—mixed with our rapid panting, like a secret symphony.
Mom's waist trembled slightly. Her bottom slowly sank down. Each deeper thrust drew a low, muffled grunt from her, "Mmm... hah..." The sound carried a trace of pain but was more a tremolo of satisfaction.
My hands involuntarily gripped the hollows of her waist. The skin there was smooth as jade. When my fingertips sank in, her body gave a slight tremble, and the tender flesh inside her honey pot contracted violently in response, as if actively sucking me in.
"Don't... don't pinch there... ah..." She twisted her waist, but the contractions only tightened further.
The sensation was too intense. Forbidden excitement mixed with the warmth of maternal love left my mind blank, wanting only to possess her completely.
Until her plump, rounded buttocks finally settled heavily onto the root of my thighs, our pubic bones pressed tightly together.
"Hah..."
We both let out a long sigh simultaneously, as if completing a difficult journey.
It was in.
Fully sheathed.
After a month without truly doing it, Mom's honey pot seemed to have regained that astonishing tightness.
Inside, it was hot, wet, crowded. Layer upon layer of tender flesh pressed in from all sides, tightly gripping my cock, almost rendering me immobile.
I could feel that as my cock squeezed in, it forced the air out of her cavity. From the tightly joined seam, a string of tiny bubbles emerged, gurgling up to the water's surface.
Mom didn't pause. After just a few seconds of adjustment, her bottom immediately started moving.
Bracing her hands on both sides of the bathtub, she used her waist strength to begin sliding up and down.
Her plump, pale buttocks lifted, fell, slapping against my thighs, splashing water noisily.
"Slap... slap..."
The sound of flesh slapping mixed with the water, muffled yet exceptionally clear.
Her honey pot was wet and tight. Every time she lifted, the inner walls felt like countless little mouths reluctantly sucking and holding on; every time she sat down, they greedily swallowed to the hilt, tightly biting the base.
The entrance was unbelievably tight, gripping my cock so that no bathwater could seep in.
"Mmm... ah... An... An-an... you're hitting it... so deep..."
Mom moaned as she moved, her head thrown back, long hair sticking to her damp back. Her voice carried the sticky moisture of the steam.
Moving in water was actually quite strenuous.
Her large-amplitude, fast-paced sliding didn't last long before her movements slowed, her breathing growing increasingly ragged, her chest heaving heavily.
"I... I'm out of strength..."
She gasped, her chest heaving violently. Her bottom no longer lifted high, just sitting on me, making small, tantalizing front-to-back shifts, using her wet, hot inner flesh to grind meticulously against my deeply buried cock.
"Mmm... mmm... like this... grinding like this... feels so good too..."
She closed her eyes, lashes fluttering, emitting kitten-like whimpers.
I could feel that every time she wriggled back, my glans would brush against a particularly soft, slightly raised patch of tender flesh deep inside her honey pot.
Whenever that spot was touched, her whole body would give a slight shudder, and her moan would immediately change pitch. "Ah... don't... don't touch there..."
But the twisting of her waist clearly craved more.
Found it.
As she shifted back again, I thrust my hips forward sharply!
My glans solidly slammed into that soft spot.
"Ah—! I'm dying...!"
Mom let out a short, sharp scream, her body shuddering violently. The inner walls of her honey pot contracted and clenched frantically, as if trying to suck me in.
"Is it here? Mom?"
I asked breathlessly, my hands kneading her heavy breasts forcefully, feeling their astonishing elasticity and smoothness.
"Mmm... hah... yes... it's there... don't stop..."
Mom's voice carried a sob and a heavy nasal tone. She looked back at me pleadingly, her eyes dazed. "Hit... hit there... feels good... hit hard..."
"Okay."
I tightened my arms around her waist and began matching her rhythm.
Each time she wriggled back, I thrust forward forcefully, using my hard glans to fiercely poke and grind against the most sensitive spot inside her.
"Ah! Ah! Yes... just... just there... so... so deep... hitting it... you're piercing through Mom... ah ah! An-an... good son... harder!"
Mom, driven wild by this precise stimulation, let out increasingly loud, unrestrained cries of pleasure, completely abandoning caution, echoing in the small bathroom.
Her hands scrambled wildly at the bathtub edges, her waist twisting like a water snake, her bottom desperately thrusting back to meet my impacts, seeking more intense friction.
Her honey pot seemed to have opened its floodgates. Juices gushed out in streams, mixing into the water, making the joining place even more muddy and slippery.
I could feel the spasms inside her growing increasingly violent, the clenching force terrifyingly strong.
With each thrust, that sensitive soft spot seemed to come alive, trembling in response to my invasion. Mom's body arched accordingly, the huge breasts in my hands swaying violently, like two lumps of white jade overflowing between my fingers.
"Ah... ah... I'm... I'm going to... so... so good... mmm..."
Her breathing grew more and more erratic. The sobbing edge to her moans stirred a sense of conquest within me. The forbidden nature of this mother-son act made me both guilty and excited. My cock swelled even larger in her tightness, almost ready to burst.
The sound of splashing water grew more and more rapid, mixed with the sticky, squelching sounds from her honey pot, like a secret storm.
My fingers dug into her breast flesh. My fingertips felt her nipples hard as pebbles. Every pinch drew a sharper, more wanton cry from her. "Pinch... pinch the nipples... ah... so tingly... I'm going to come...!"
Her bottom thrust back more and more fiercely, as if begging for mercy yet demanding more. Those layered folds of tender flesh tightly wrapped around my shaft. Every withdrawal felt resisted by countless little mouths. The psychological conflict made me thrust in even harder, wanting to completely melt her resistance.
"Mom... are you close?"
I whispered hoarsely against her sweat-dampened ear, my breath hitting her sensitive earlobe.
"Coming... I'm coming... going to... going to come... ah ah ah—!"
After another fierce, deep-thrusting impact, Mom's body suddenly arched upward like a fully drawn bow, releasing a series of broken, high-pitched screams.
Deep inside her honey pot, violent, rhythmic spasms and convulsions gripped me, like a greedy little mouth tightly biting my cock, frantically sucking and squeezing.
Scalding hot juices poured over my glans as if she were losing control, the heat jolting my entire body.
She climaxed. Her body went limp, collapsing against my chest, breathing heavily, trembling all over like a leaf in the wind.
"Hah... hah... can't... I'm dead..." she murmured incoherently.
And I... was still rock hard.
Having just come in her mouth earlier, my stamina was excellent now.
I supported Mom, who was completely soft, as if her bones had been removed.
Her eyes were unfocused, her face flushed. She leaned back against me, panting, seemingly without even the strength to lift her eyelids.
"Mom, we're not done yet."
I kissed her sweaty forehead, then, holding her waist, slowly stood up from the bathtub.
Warm water cascaded off our bodies. I turned her around, her back to me, and had her brace her hands against the cool tile wall of the bathroom.
"Bend over."
I patted her damp, slightly trembling buttocks, which still bore my finger marks.
Mom obediently bent over, raising that pair of still faintly trembling, snow-white, plump buttocks.
Her recently climaxed honey pot was red and swollen, glistening wet, slightly parted. A small opening revealed enticing crimson tender flesh inside, opening and closing slightly with her panting breaths, exuding an aura of desire.
I stood behind her, holding my still thick, hard, and veiny cock, aiming at that muddy, slightly quivering entrance. With a thrust of my hips, I effortlessly plunged the entire length inside again!
"Mmm ah—! Too... too deep... you bad thing..."
Caught off guard, Mom was pushed forward by this overwhelmingly full penetration, her chest slapping against the cool tiles with a wet smack. She let out a coquettish moan mixed with extreme satisfaction and a hint of discomfort.
Her just-climaxed honey pot was incredibly sensitive, its inner walls still twitching slightly. Now being roughly filled again, it was unbelievably tight. Slippery soft flesh writhed and spasmed around me, bringing soul-melting, bone-dissolving pleasure.
My hands reached under her arms from behind, reaching forward to firmly grasp the heavy, wet, swaying huge breasts on her chest.
Fingers sank deep into the slippery breast flesh, kneading forcefully, fingertips pinching the already rock-hard nipples.
"Ah... gentle... be gentle pinching... you'll ruin them..."
Mom sobbed and begged for mercy, but her body was utterly honest. Her bottom involuntarily arched higher, taking my cock even deeper.
"Mmm... mmm... hitting... hitting it..."
Each deep thrust drew a satisfied nasal sound from her.
I began thrusting forcefully with my lower body.
The thick, hard cock rapidly pistoned in and out of that hot, wet, tight, almost living flesh cave, producing sticky, squelching sounds mixed with the solid slapping of flesh against flesh. The sounds echoed in the small, steamy bathroom, bouncing off the tiles and back, sounding exceptionally loud.
Each insertion was deep and heavy, the glans slamming hard against her delicate, sensitive core.
The rhythm of thrusting grew fiercer, faster.
With each withdrawal, I could see her honey lips pulled slightly outward, clinging to my shaft like reluctant lips. Upon insertion, those layered folds of tender flesh greedily, eagerly swallowed everything, making wet, squelching sounds.
Mom's buttocks deformed under the violent impacts, the snow-white flesh rippling like waves. Each "slap" sound stirred a wave of conquering pleasure in my heart. The forbidden feeling of completely occupying and using this maternal body made my breathing heavier, my movements more wild.
Her inner walls contracted even tighter, like countless delicate yet powerful little hands massaging, milking. Every time my glans slammed hard into her core, she let out a sobbing, heightened scream.
"Ah! Piercing through!... An-an... gentle... be gentle... ah no... more...!"
Her body surged forward, only to immediately arch back to meet me, as if silently, instinctively begging for more, for deeper penetration.
I looked down at where we were joined. Her swollen, flushed pussy was stretched wide by my cock, leaving almost no gap. Her juices mixed with earlier fluids, churned into white froth, trickling down the inside of her thighs like glistening threads.
This visual stimulus made my feelings of guilt and forbidden excitement intertwine and burn even hotter. My cock grew harder, and my thrusts became even more savage.
"Hah... too... too fast... An'an... slow... slow down... ah!... can't... can't slow down... ah!... you're pounding Mommy to death!"
Mom was being fucked senseless, her words incoherent. Her hands braced against the cold wall, fingertips white with strain, her body rocking back and forth with each impact.
The breasts in my hands constantly changed shape, soft flesh spilling between my fingers, leaving a slick, wet sensation.
My pace grew faster, my force greater, like a frenzied beast, wanting only to erupt completely inside her.
Looking down, I could see my thick, purplish-red cock, how it disappeared again and again into the enticing valley between her snow-white buttocks, and how it withdrew glistening with sticky fluid and foam.
Her buttocks were flushed red from the pounding, shaking violently with each thrust like ripe peaches.
"Mom... scream... scream for me!" I gasped the command, simultaneously pinching and twisting her already ravaged nipple hard.
"Ah... ah... so... so good... your cock... so big... you're fucking Mommy to death... ah ah... hitting the deepest spot... the core... the core's going to split open... ah!... I'm... I'm going to... I'm coming again... coming ah—!"
Mom completely gave up resisting, crying out wantonly. Her lewd moans were high-pitched and seductive, filled with the pleasure and submission of being utterly penetrated, utterly conquered by her son.
Her pussy contracted and pulsed wildly again, her juices gushing out as if she were losing control, drenching the violently thrusting cock.
"Together... Mom... I'm going to cum too!"
I growled, my thrusting speed reaching its peak. I drove my hips with force, each thrust like a pile driver slamming into the deepest part, battering against her cervix.
"Cum... cum inside... give it all to Mommy... shoot it deep inside... ah—! Hot!... so hot!... it's coming inside!... ah!!!"
As Mom reached climax again, her scream nearly hysterical, I pressed the head of my cock hard against the soft flesh of her cervix. My release broke, and hot, thick semen shot into the deepest part of her body like a high-pressure jet, fiercely, in spurt after spurt, holding nothing back!
"Hah... hot... so hot... it's filling me up... ah..."
Mom's body convulsed violently, as if electrocuted. Her pussy greedily, instinctively sucked and swallowed the gushing hot seed. The soft walls inside continued to spasm and clench, as if trying to milk out the very last drop.
I collapsed onto her sweat-drenched, slightly trembling back, panting like a dead dog, utterly spent.
The ejaculation lasted over ten seconds. Only when the last drop was squeezed out did my cock slowly soften within her warm embrace.
Slowly, I withdrew my now-limp cock from her thoroughly ravaged, slightly gaping pussy.
A soft *pop* sound accompanied the exit, pulling out some white foam mixed with semen and her juices, clinging to the entrance.
Mom's pussy immediately contracted reflexively, trying to return to that tightly closed, pink slit. But the opening couldn't close completely right away, remaining slightly parted like an over-handled flower.
I reached down and parted the wet, white-stained soft flesh between her legs.
My index and middle fingers gently separated that tight slit, stretching it open to the sides.
Only then did the thick, white semen I had shot inside begin to slowly, thickly, in viscous streams, mixed with some clear juices, trickle out from the little opening I had stretched. It ran down the inside of her thigh, dripping into the remaining, now-murky water in the bathtub, slowly spreading, creating a hazy, milky-white cloud.
I let go.
The slit immediately closed tightly, as if nothing had happened, leaving only slight redness, wetness, and the lingering mess.
Mom couldn't hold on any longer. Her legs gave way, and her whole body started to slide down.
"Mmm..."
She let out a weak whimper.
I quickly caught her and slowly sat back down in the water, which had grown somewhat cool.
She leaned against my chest, eyes closed, too tired to even move a finger, only her chest rising and falling slightly.
We sat like that, soaking in the gradually cooling water, floating with ambiguous traces, neither of us speaking.
Only the heavy panting slowly subsided in the silence, leaving only the sound of water droplets sliding from our bodies.
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