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Chapter 5 Fallen Mother Volu Two: Continuation
Old Jiao’s movents suddenly beca intense, his hands gripping the armrests, his hips lifting off the chair as he thrust upward forcefully.
His action was so abrupt that Mom was caught off guard his thick, nacing, dark rod was suddenly shoved halfway into Mom’s mouth, far more than before. What was once just a third was now at least half.
With such a large thing stuffed inside, Mom’s cheeks imdiately bulged, her mouth filled to the brim.
After his organ was mostly inside, Old Jiao’s body began to tremble violently, especially his hips, which jerked up and down in an intense final sprint, his toes barely touching the ground.
"Coming, coming... girl... I’m coming... I’m finishing..." Old Jiao shouted.
With her head lowered, Mom’s expression was unclear, only her bulging cheeks visible. But Old Jiao’s action stunned .
That shaless old man he actually... actually... actually finished in Mom’s mouth?!
Just a room away.
I was frozen in disbelief, staring at the surveillance screen, feeling like my soul had left my body.
"Mmm... mmm..." Mom made muffled sounds with her mouth full.
The next mont, her hands pressed on Old Jiao’s thighs as she pulled her head back, her body leaning away. With a pop, Old Jiao’s thick, dark rod sprang from her lips.
As it ca free, lewd liquid splattered, leaving Old Jiao’s shaft wet, the head still twitching and oozing milky white sen.
Old Jiao’s whole body was tense as he finished; after a few seconds, he relaxed, slumping into the chair, panting heavily, his face full of bliss, chest heaving, mouth open as if exhausted.
Mom, still kneeling, suddenly stood up, rushed to the trash can, bent over, and vomited.
It was obvious what she was expelling.
What was shocking was the sheer volu.
That old man he wasn’t young, yet he produced so much. It was unbelievable.
Mom bent over, retching for a long ti before stopping. Old Jiao, apparently recovered, didn’t bother pulling up his pants, but walked over and patted Mom’s back.
I noticed his rod hadn’t softened at all it was still as hard as iron.
Was this old man really so gifted?
Whether he was or not, he was certainly lustful. As he patted Mom’s back, his eyes kept sneaking glances at her round, perky butt his intentions obvious.
"Girl, I’m really sorry, it was my fault..." Old Jiao apologized, taking the bla.
"Bring tissues!" Mom said.
"Oh, okay." Old Jiao hurried to fetch tissues.
Mom took several tissues to wipe her lips, then finally lifted her head.
When she did, there were faint tear stains at the corners of her beautiful eyes, her eyes red, her face flushed an expression of sorrow and vulnerability, yet still deeply moving.
"Girl..." Old Jiao called softly.
"It’s late. Go to bed," Mom said coldly, then left the bedroom without letting Old Jiao say another word.
Once Mom left, I turned off the surveillance nothing else happened.
My room was eerily quiet.
I took off my headphones.
I didn’t know how things had co to this my mind was a blur.
But what I’d seen was real. There was no denying it.
Old Jiao hadn’t just had Mom stroke him he’d finished in her mouth. The thought that my noble, pure Mom had been made to swallow by Old Jiao left with feelings too complex to describe.
It had happened. Even if I wanted to stop it, I couldn’t doing so would only embarrass Mom.
And this wasn’t the first ti, nor would it be the last.
I took out a cigarette, lit it, and tried to clear my mind.
Suddenly, I noticed a tent in my pants. At first, I hadn’t realized, but it still hadn’t gone down.
But this ti, I didn’t want to think about it. I got up, lay on the bed, stared at the ceiling, and eventually fell asleep.
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