I could no longer pretend, and suddenly opened my eyes, instantly eting a pair of eyes that were extrely close to , filled with mischief, understanding, and intense lust.
Those once gentle and kind eyes, now under the moonlight, resembled a dark lake, so deep they seed to swallow one whole, churning with emotions I could understand and the excitent of being watched.
I decided to drop the pretense and curled the corners of my lips into a roguish grin, like soone caught doing sothing wrong and then giving up. I turned my head, my lips almost touching her equally sensitive earlobe, and whispered in a voice only the two of us could hear, "Yeah... Youyou’s in the closet." I could clearly feel the muscles in her arms around my neck tense up for a mont.
There was no surprise in her eyes, only a knowing "I knew it" look, as if to say, "I knew it was this jealous person." A dangerous curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.
I didn’t stop. My gaze went past her shoulder and I glanced again at the gap in the wardrobe. I saw two pairs of eyes that had suddenly widened because of my words, especially Mai Sui’s eyes, which were filled with astonishnt and an even stronger desire to explore.
With a smug sense of triumph, I leaned closer to my mother’s ear, almost biting her earlobe, and whispered, "And... wheat ears are in there too."
The mont the words fell—
Mom’s body stiffened abruptly!
Those eyes, so close yet already brimming with lust and allure, suddenly contracted!
What surged within was no longer understanding and mockery, but a sudden, real, and imnse shock!
Her gaze swept over like a sharp arrow, as if trying to find any trace of a lie on my face.
But all I saw was my undisguised, boastful, and slightly twisted excitent in my eyes.
She gasped, her incredulous gaze instinctively drifting towards the wardrobe, as if she could see through the wooden panels to the unbelievable scene inside—her daughter and son’s classmates.
Squeezed into that tiny space?
Look at her and her son...?
The shock lasted only a very brief mont.
Imdiately afterwards, I saw my mother’s eyes swirling like a rapidly spinning storm. Shock was quickly replaced by a more complex, more intense, and darker light—a strong possessiveness, a retaliatory impulse after having her authority challenged, and a more intense passion ignited by extre stimulation!
Seeing my smug look, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped on the chest with a light but firm "smack"!
It was more like a playful, slightly sullen, and indulgent form of punishnt.
Then, she gave a charming yet warning eye roll, as if to say, "You little rascal, you’re the one who can cause trouble!"
However, the corners of her mouth uncontrollably turned up in an extrely dangerous and alluring arc, carrying a crazy determination of "Okay, then let them see enough."
She stopped looking at and instead adjusted her posture, her round, full, and incredibly elastic buttocks rubbing against my lower abdon, causing to groan softly.
Then, under the moonlight and the gaze of four shocked, complicated, fearful and ashad eyes in the wardrobe, the mother gracefully and slowly raised her arms.
Her fingers hooked around the hem of the thin silk slip dress, and then, with a sense of ritual and ultimate seduction, at an almost slow-motion speed, she pulled the dress up, and up again...
The moonlight, like a greedy spotlight, instantly outlined that mature body, enough to drive any man mad.
Her shoulders were slender yet not thin, with smooth lines, and her collarbones were exquisitely sculpted. The nightgown was slowly pulled up over her flat, smooth waist and abdon, revealing skin as white as jade.
Next, there were those heavy, full, and rounded breasts that couldn’t wait to break free of their restraints!
The full, rounded shape was breathtaking, trembling slightly in the air, with two hard, dark brown areolas standing erect at the top, like ripe fruit waiting to be picked, exuding a fatal maternal allure.
The nightgown was pulled up further, past her neck, and finally casually taken off and thrown under the bed.
The mother slightly raised her chest, and the moonlight flowed over her naked body, outlining the perfect curves of her waist and hips. Below her flat and firm abdon was a smooth, white, and barren secret garden, with the pink flesh slits appearing and disappearing in the shadows.
The only sounds in the room were heavy breathing—my own, and the trembling breaths of two girls in the closet, suppressed to the extre, even bordering on sobs.
My mother looked down at , then glanced defiantly in the direction of the wardrobe.
She shifted slightly against , adjusting her position.
Those already moist, plump lips, exuding the rich scent of a mature woman and resembling ripe peaches, with their hot and slippery touch, slowly and precisely pressed against my throbbing, aching, erect mber, glistening with pre-ejaculate and awaiting its true battle.
Instead of rushing in, she began to sway her rounded buttocks left and right, back and forth, with intense friction!
The warm, moist opening of the honey hole was like the softest and most greedy suction cup, tightly wrapping around and sucking the tip of the thick glans. With the plump, juicy flesh of the opening, it slowly and teasingly licked and ground the sensitive coronal sulcus and glans again and again.
"Uh..." I groaned comfortably, involuntarily thrusting my hips, wanting to delve deeper into that gentle trap.
Whenever my glans tried to forcefully penetrate, attempting to open that tight, deep, and incredibly slippery entrance, my mother, as if anticipating it, would cleverly coordinate by lifting her hips, causing my burning glans to only rub and slip at the entrance of my honey hole, never truly able to break through that soul-stirring gateway.
The intense pleasure from each scrape of the tight, tender flesh at the entrance of the vagina felt like countless tiny electric arcs crackling and exploding at the tip of my glans, converging into an unbearable torrent of tingling sensations that assaulted my defenses of reason wave after wave.
"Mmm..." Mom let out a satisfied moan, as if enjoying the thrill of being in control and teasing her prey.
She squinted slightly, her gaze hazy as she looked at my flushed forehead. Her body swayed gently with the rubbing of her hips, her full breasts rippling wildly in the moonlight.
After several attempts were cleverly thwarted, the intense desire and anxiety nearly drove to the brink of collapse.
Unable to resist any longer, I reached out my trembling hand and suddenly grabbed her large, round, soft and smooth breasts!
It feels surprisingly full and heavy to the touch, smooth as cream, incredibly elastic, as if it contains boundless vitality. Soft flesh overflows from between the fingers.
I greedily kneaded and grasped those two maddening beauties, feeling their shape change and amazing bounce in my palm, like kneading dough soaked with water.
At the sa ti, my fingers precisely found the two cherries at the top, which were already as hard as rocks, and used my fingertips to poke, knead, and pull at the sensitive protrusions.
"Ah!" Mom’s body trembled violently, and she threw her head back and let out a short and high-pitched moan. The stimulation from my playing with her nipples made her waist go weak, and the flesh of her vagina that tightly wrapped around my glans tightened and sucked instantly.
Taking advantage of her montary lapse in concentration and the hesitation caused by her pleasure, I spoke with intense longing and a hoarse, trembling voice, aroused to the extre: "Mom...give it to ...I want to go in...please...let in..."
As I spoke, I increased the pressure of kneading and teasing her nipples, and pinched the erect nipples with my fingers, twisting and pulling them at varying speeds.
With his other hand, he pressed down hard on her waist and hips.
My mother’s body was burning hot from my kneading, her eyes were completely lted by desire, her nostrils flared, and her heavy breathing carried a sweet scent on my face.
She could feel her lower body was overflowing with desire, and the emptiness felt like countless tiny insects gnawing at her, desperately needing to be completely filled.
"You little rascal..." she panted, her eyes gleaming with a triumphant smile and a seductive air of finally giving in, "You... want it that much?"
Before I could finish speaking, just as I thrust my hips upward with all my might, my thick glans trying to penetrate with trendous force!
As if on cue, my mother cooperated with my upward thrust, using her waist to propel her rounded buttocks, carrying her full weight and amazing flexibility, and suddenly sat down!
"Pfft—!!!"
A loud, splattering sound, like opening Pandora’s box!
The scorching hot, thick, and hard object, like a red-hot iron pestle, instantly forced open the already muddy and sweltering tunnel!
The glans penis fiercely tore through the layers of soft, slippery, yet incredibly tight folds of flesh, plunging straight into the deepest part! It slamd hard against the soft, elastic flesh of the cervix, which was already slightly open!
"Ughh ...
The enormous glans pressed firmly against the tender cervix, bringing a fierce, bloated sensation as if it were about to pierce through it.
My mother’s body trembled violently, and her hands instinctively dug deep into the muscles of my arms.
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