My mind went blank with a buzzing sound, leaving only that sentence echoing in my ears, along with the deafening roar of blood rushing through my eardrums.
"Mom..."
I managed to croak out, my throat tight and aching.
The wet, pink, delicate slit beneath me had now become the most alluring and terrifying entrance in the world.
I swallowed hard, gripped my own thick, rock-hard, vein-pulsing cock, and tried to align the purplish-red, pre-cum-smeared glans with the slightly quivering, glistening wet entrance.
I tensed my core and thrust forward.
The glans pressed against the soft folds but didn't go in, instead sliding away, rubbing against Mom's full mons pubis, leaving a shiny, wet trail.
I panicked a little, adjusted the angle, and tried again.
Still no good. It was too tight, too small. Although slippery, the entrance was tightly closed. My reckless force only made Mom's body tremble slightly; her delicate brows furrowed a little.
"Don't rush... An'an..." Mom's voice carried the unique hoarseness and softness of intimacy. She opened her eyes, looking at me through a misty haze. There was no reproach, only a hint of endurance and... a guiding tone.
"You're... it's your first time... can't be in a hurry."
As she spoke, she reached out with that fair, soft hand—the one that had done countless gentle things for me—now trembling slightly, reaching past her own gently rising, snow-white lower abdomen, downwards.
Her fingertips touched my scorching hot shaft first, giving a slight tremble. Then, firmly, she grasped the base of my penis, guiding it to press against her most secret entrance once more.
"You have to... have to do it like this..."
She panted, her cheeks flushed red as if about to drip blood, yet she still forced herself to endure the shame. With the fingers of her other hand, she gently parted her own tight, narrow slit, revealing the deeper, crimson, moist tender flesh inside.
"A woman's... here... if it's not wet enough... it will hurt... both of us..."
Holding my cock, she used my wet glans to gently rub up and down, left and right, against her equally slippery slit opening.
This action... was too much!
The most sensitive slit at the tip of my glans constantly scraped against her delicate labia and the slightly protruding clitoris, bringing waves of sharp yet pleasurable stimulation.
I could feel, with her clumsy yet effective rubbing, more slippery, warm love juices secreting from deep within her honey pot, gushing out, making the area where we joined a muddy mess, emitting lewd, squelching sounds.
"Mmm... hah..."
Mom herself couldn't withstand this stimulation either. She arched her neck, her red lips slightly parted, letting out intermittent, delicate moans. The hand holding my cock trembled slightly, but the movement didn't stop.
After rubbing for over a dozen times, I felt my glans was coated with her sticky fluids, and her entrance had become even more moist and yielding.
Mom stopped. She guided my glans, steadily pressing it against the now slightly parted, shy bud-like entrance.
"Now... slow... try to... come in..."
She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling violently, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.
I took a deep breath, suppressing the wild beast inside me. Following Mom's instructions, I slowly applied force with my core, pushing forward.
The glans pushed apart the two tender flesh lips, the tip sinking into a tight, hot, narrow ring.
"Ah... it hurts..." Mom's body suddenly tensed up, her fingers instinctively gripping the bedsheet, her brows tightly knit together, letting out a short, sharp cry of pain.
I was so scared I immediately froze, stiffening in place, cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. "Mom! I..."
"It's... it's okay..." Mom gasped rapidly a few times, catching her breath before opening her watery eyes to look at me, her gaze encouraging. "It's just... just the beginning... feels a bit stretched... Mom hasn't done this in a long time..."
I held my breath, watching her expression of enduring discomfort, my heart aching with both tenderness and frustration.
I felt the inner walls of her honey pot violently contracting, writhing, tightly gripping the tiny bit of my glans that had just entered. That tight constriction and warm envelopment almost made me come right then.
I waited a few seconds, feeling the tension in Mom's body seem to relax a little.
"Mom... I... can I move slowly?" I tentatively asked.
"Mmm..." Mom responded with a heavy nasal sound.
Having received permission, I began to try, extremely slowly, with tiny movements, rocking my hips back and forth.
Not thrusting in, but letting the glans at that narrow entrance go in a little, then out a little.
Each time going in, it went a tiny bit deeper than the last.
"Yes... that's it... slow... slowly..."
Mom guided, her breathing becoming erratic with my movements, the pained frown gradually replaced by a strange, unfamiliar sensation of being filled.
Like this, like ants moving house, I patiently, slowly, made my way in.
Each shallow insertion allowed me to feel the astonishing tightness of her honey pot's inner walls and the squeezing of the layered tender flesh. Slippery love juices were brought out, making faint wet sounds.
Finally, after I lost count of how many times I carefully pushed forward, I felt my glans break through an even tighter ring-like constriction. With a soft "pop," the entire purplish-red glans finally completely disappeared into Mom's warm, tight flesh passage!
"Ugh..." Mom and I both let out a simultaneous groan.
So... so tight!
Mom's vagina seemed alive, instantly squeezing from all sides, tightly wrapping around, clinging to my glans.
That extreme constriction and the sensation of hot, wet, slippery tightness shot up my spine like a powerful electric current, straight to the crown of my head.
The pleasure was so intense it made my scalp tingle, my vision darken. I almost surrendered right then.
I quickly stopped, panting heavily, desperately trying to distract myself, barely managing to suppress that powerful urge to ejaculate.
And Mom, the moment my glans fully entered, her body trembled violently too, the inner walls of her honey pot spasming uncontrollably a few times, more love juices gushing out.
A flash of pain and a dazed expression of being filled crossed her face, but soon, the pain was replaced by a more complex look, tinged with a flush of arousal.
"In... it's in..."
She murmured distractedly, as if she couldn't believe it either.
"Mom... I... can I continue?"
I asked hoarsely, feeling my glans pulsing slightly inside her.
Mom looked at me, her eyes dazed, and nodded gently. "Mmm... slowly... An'an..."
With permission, I slowly applied force again, my hips continuing to push forward.
The thick, hard shaft, following the slippery flesh path already opened by the glans, inched forward, slowly but firmly, deeper and deeper.
"Ah... so... so full..."
Mom's moans became sweeter. Her hand, which had at some point let go of the bedsheet, now grabbed my arm, her nails unconsciously digging into my skin.
I could clearly feel how my thick, hard cock was stretching open her tight, slippery passage, how it was rubbing against the delicate, sensitive folds of her inner walls.
Her inside was incredibly hot and wet, the love juices unbelievably abundant, making the process of my advance, despite the astonishing tight resistance, exceptionally smooth.
Until my lower abdomen finally pressed completely against Mom's slightly rounded, somewhat fleshy, snow-white lower belly.
I stopped.
My cock seemed to... have hit something.
A soft, elastic fleshy barrier, blocking the deepest part.
I looked down. My nearly twenty-centimeter-long, thick cock was almost entirely buried inside Mom, only the very root still visible outside.
Our lower abdomens were pressed tightly together, not a sliver of space between them.
"You're... you're hitting it..." Mom's voice carried a sob and an indescribable tremor. "An'an... too... too deep... hitting Mom... inside..."
It was the cervix.
My glans was solidly pressed against Mom's delicate cervix.
And now, the entire inner wall of Mom's honey pot was tightly winding, squeezing, sucking on my cock with astonishing force.
That all-encompassing, no-escape constriction and the slippery writhing brought a pleasure so intense it made my whole body tremble.
I clenched my teeth hard, barely managing to hold back from spurting out immediately.
No!
Not this fast!
We just got started!
I forced myself to stop, lying on top of Mom, panting heavily, letting her adjust to my full size, and letting myself adjust to this almost deadly embrace.
I held still on top of Mom for a while.
Mom seemed to be struggling too. My cock filled her little hole completely, leaving no gap.
That excessive fullness and sensation of being stuffed, mixed with the strange tingling ache of being hit at the deepest point, made an unbearable itchiness rise from deep within her body.
She unconsciously twisted her slender waist, her snow-white thighs gently rubbing against the sides of my legs, her throat letting out kitten-like, faint whimpers. "Mmm... An... move a little... it's uncomfortable..."
Hearing her sweet, almost pleading voice, I felt I had recovered enough; that explosive urge to come was forcibly suppressed.
"Okay... Mom, I'm moving..." I responded hoarsely, then began to carefully pull my cock back out.
"Mmm, ah..." The thick, hard shaft scraped against the sensitive, delicate inner walls, bringing out a wave of love juices and drawing out a long, sighing moan of satisfaction from Mom.
When I pulled out until only the glans remained inside her, I paused, feeling the reluctant clinging and sucking of the tender flesh at her entrance. Then, applying force with my core, I slowly, firmly, pushed back in, until I once again hit that soft mound of her cervical opening.
"Hah, ah...!"
Mom's body arched upward slightly with my thrust.
And so, I began my first-ever, and most taboo, thrusting.
At first, the speed was slow. Each thrust aimed to go as deep as possible, each pullback almost withdrawing completely.
I greedily felt every inch of the folds and squeezes of Mom's honey pot's inner walls. That slippery, tight, hot embrace, every friction brought me unparalleled pleasure.
"Mmm... mmm-hmm..."
Mom closed her eyes, red lips slightly parted, letting out intermittent, suppressed moans in rhythm with my movements.
Her cheeks were flushed, fine beads of sweat dotted her temples, her long hair was disheveled on the pillow, and the heavy, huge breasts on her chest swayed up and down with my thrusts, creating tempting waves.
My speed gradually increased, the force of my thrusts also growing stronger.
Each deep thrust, the glans would heavily collide with that soft mound of her cervix, making "slap, slap" sounds of flesh hitting flesh, mixed with "squelch, squelch" wet sounds, especially loud and clear in the quiet room.
"Ah... slow... slow down... you're hitting it... mmm, ah..."
Mom's voice began to lose control, carrying a sob and the high-pitched, pre-orgasmic sharpness. Her cervix was being hit again and again, bringing waves of bone-deep tingling and aching fullness.
Looking down at the delirious Mom beneath me, a thought popped into my head. Panting heavily, I asked, "Mom... why... why aren't you... making more noise?"
Mom opened her dazed eyes, looking at me with a unfocused gaze, confused. "Noise... what noise?"
"I mean... moaning."
I said, continuing to thrust forcefully. "I saw in those... videos... the women always moan... they sound really good..."
Mom gave me a coquettish, annoyed glare, panting as she said, "That... that's all fake... acting... mmm, ah... be gentler..."
"Mom, just moan a little for me."
Not only did I not go gentler, I deliberately thrust upward even harder, my glans grinding heavily over the most sensitive spot inside her. "I want to hear... hear Mom's voice..."
"Ah—!"
Mom screamed out from that thrust, her body jerking upward violently before falling back limply. Her honey pot contracted and clenched intensely, almost making me finish right then.
She gasped rapidly, her chest heaving, glaring at me reproachfully, but her eyes were watery, lacking any real force.
I continued thrusting, faster and faster, hitting harder and harder. "Mom, moan... just... say what you're feeling..."
Mom was being thrust into near unconsciousness by me. The intense pleasure was building up, urgently needing an outlet.
She finally gave up resisting, her face flushed, intermittently, with my thrusts, letting out broken, sweet moans: "Ah... so... so good... An'an... hitting... hitting Mom... mmm... so deep..."
Though they were just simple words, hearing them spoken from my mother's mouth, in her gentle yet lustful voice, was the world's most potent aphrodisiac for me!
I let out a low, excited growl, braced my hands on either side of her body, drove my hips, and began an even more frenzied, brutal sprint!
"Mom! Keep going! Say more!"
I commanded, each thrust deep and heavy.
"Ah! Ah! An'an... slow... slow down... too fast... can't... can't take it... mmm ah..."
Mom was being fucked into incoherence, her hands clutching wildly at my back, leaving faint red marks.
Her cries were no longer suppressed; they became high-pitched and melodious, filled with the pleasure and agony of being conquered.
Watching her utterly debauched, blossoming form beneath me, a powerful surge of conquest and possessiveness flooded my heart.
As I thrust wildly, I gasped and asked, "Mom... my cock... is it big? Huh? Does it feel good inside you?"
Mom turned her face away in shame, sputtering, "...No... can't say... that word... it's too dirty..."
"Say it!"
I drove in with a sudden, deep thrust, the head of my cock grinding hard against her cervix. "I want to hear it! Mom!"
"Big! Big!" Driven to the brink by my grinding, Mom finally cried out with a sob, "An'an's... big cock... fucking Mom feels... so good... ah... I'm going to be... I'm going to be fucked broken..."
Her words were the final catalyst. Combined with the continuous, frantic squeezing and sucking of her inner walls, I felt an uncontrollable, devastating urge to ejaculate explode from deep in my lower abdomen, shooting straight to my tailbone!
"Mom! I... I'm going to cum!"
I gasped urgently, my movements becoming somewhat frantic. "Should I... pull out?"
By now, Mom was also on the edge of climax. Her face was flushed with arousal and sweat, strands of damp hair clinging to her cheeks and neck, her eyes glazed and unfocused.
Hearing my words, as if mustering the last shreds of her reason and strength, she shook her head violently. Her legs, finding strength from somewhere, suddenly lifted and crossed behind my waist, locking me tightly in place!
"No... don't pull out... cum inside... cum for Mom..."
Her voice was hoarse yet firm, carrying a nearly greedy desire. "All of it... give it all to Mom..."
Those words utterly shattered my last line of defense!
"Ah—!"
I roared, like a wild horse breaking free, and with unprecedented force and speed in my hips, began the final few dozen savage thrusts!
Each penetration was deep and heavy, pounding mercilessly against her core!
"An'an! Ah! So... so strong... you're hitting it... you're hitting it!"
Mom also screamed out, her body arching taut like a drawn bow, her toes curling tightly.
Finally, on the last deep plunge, with the head of my cock pressed firmly against the soft flesh of her cervix, a tingling shot through my lower back, and the floodgates gave way completely!
Streams of hot, thick semen, pent up for who knows how long, erupted like a burst dam from my slit, violently surging into the deepest, most tender and warm recesses of Mom's womb!
"I'm cumming! Mom! I'm cumming!" I snarled, my body trembling uncontrollably from the extreme pleasure.
"Ah—! So much... so hot... An'an... you came so much..."
Mom reached her climax simultaneously. Her body convulsed violently, the inner walls of her pussy contracting, squeezing, and pulsing with astonishing frequency and force, like a greedy little mouth, desperately sucking, milking every last drop of semen I was spurting, trying to draw it all deep inside her.
We held each other tightly, both immersed in the overwhelming aftermath of climax.
I lay on her soft, warm body, feeling the pleasant, rhythmic after-spasms of her inner walls massaging me, too comfortable to move.
It took a good while before my breathing evened out slightly.
I lifted my head, looked at Mom's face, still flushed and sweaty, into her dazed, satisfied eyes, and couldn't help but lower my head, seeking her swollen, wet lips.
My lips covered hers, gently nuzzling.
Then, tentatively, I slipped my tongue out.
Mom only paused for a moment before obediently, even eagerly, opened her mouth.
My tongue slid in, easily finding hers.
Her tongue was warm, wet, soft, with a faint, sweet-metallic taste.
She didn't shy away. Instead, she met me, tangling and intertwining tightly with mine, greedily exchanging our saliva and breath.
This kiss was filled with post-coital languor, intimacy, and an indescribable, forbidden sense of belonging.
We stayed like that, tongues entwined, for a long, long time, until we were almost breathless, before reluctantly parting.
Foreheads touching, noses brushing, we looked at our own reflections in each other's eyes from that impossibly close distance.
No one spoke.
The room held only our still-heavy breathing and the thick, lingering scent of sex in the air.
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