A few more minutes passed, and the water had cooled to an uncomfortable level.
"Let's get up, Mom, the water's cold."
I patted my mother's hand, which was still resting on my leg.
"Mmm..."
She responded lazily, her voice still hoarse and weary from her climax, like a contented cat.
I helped her up, and the two of us stood unsteadily from the water.
Warm water cascaded down our bodies. As our skin met the slightly cool air, a fine layer of goosebumps instantly appeared.
I stepped out of the tub, grabbed a dry towel from the nearby rack, and draped it over Mom first, haphazardly wiping her wet hair a few times.
She stood holding the edge of the tub, her back to me, letting me handle her, her body soft and pliant, unbelievably docile.
I didn't dry myself much, just casually slung the towel over my shoulder, then turned on the showerhead.
A stream of warm water instantly poured down, dispelling the chill on my skin and washing away the lingering intimate scent from the bathtub.
"Come rinse off."
I took Mom's hand and led her under the spray.
Water droplets hit her fair skin, flowing along the curves of her body, outlining a seductive sheen.
I squeezed some shower gel into my palm, worked it into a rich lather, then started from her rounded shoulders, slowly and carefully applying it.
"I can do it myself..."
Mom said softly, her voice tinged with post-coital shyness, trying to turn around.
"Let me take care of you, Mom."
I pressed her hand down. My palm, slick with foam, slid over her smooth back, feeling the alluring, slightly concave curve of her spine, then moved down to those two perfectly round, full, and incredibly pleasant-to-touch buttocks.
My hand lingered there, kneading the elastic soft flesh forcefully, my fingertips even tentatively sliding into the deep cleft, gently grazing that secret valley.
"Mmm... don't..."
Her body gave a slight tremble, a short, stifled moan escaping her throat, carrying a hint of unbearable sensation.
I knew she was getting aroused again.
The slightly tensed buttocks and the instantly contracting entrance didn't lie.
So was I.
I had already cum twice earlier, but now, under the hot water, seeing Mom in this state of complete surrender and vulnerability, the fire in my lower belly flared up again, "whoosh," burning even fiercer than before.
I could feel that thing between my legs, at an astonishing speed, reawakening, rising, hardening, stiffly pressing against her cleft, burning hot.
I quickened my movements, hastily rubbing the soap over her body, essentially rinsing off the sticky foam.
Then, I turned off the water.
"Cold..."
She hunched her shoulders, leaning into my embrace, seeking warmth.
I didn't speak, just stared at her.
Water droplets fell from her wet hair ends, flowing over her delicate collarbone, slipping into the deep, alluring cleavage half-hidden by the towel.
Her face was flushed, like a ripe peach. Her eyes, wet, looked at me with a trace of confusion and dependence, her lips slightly parted, her breathing still uneven.
Fuck.
Can't hold back anymore.
I helped her, positioning her.
"An'an?"
Mom looked at me somewhat puzzled, her eyes questioning.
I didn't explain, just used my hands to part her long, fair legs, lifted one of her legs, and placed her bare foot on the cold porcelain edge of the bathtub.
This position forced her to lean forward, her hands braced against the wet tile wall, thrusting her entire pelvis forward, completely exposed before my eyes.
Immediately after, I pressed my entire body against her, my burning chest tight against her cool, smooth form.
My cock, now fully erect, hard and hot, with bulging veins, stood straight out, unabashedly pressing against the space between her legs, the head precisely positioned against that already sodden, slightly parted, soft entrance.
"Ah..."
Mom was startled, her body instinctively tensing, leaning back, coming into contact with the bathroom wall, causing the entrance to her honey pot to tighten again.
The cold tile transmitted its chill through the skin of her back, making her shiver all over.
The muscles in her back instantly tightened, her smooth skin breaking out in an even finer layer of goosebumps.
"The wall... the wall is so cold..."
Her voice trembled slightly, wanting to escape the cold sensation.
I didn't give her the chance.
One arm firmly encircled her slender waist, holding her in place. The other hand guided my own cock, which could no longer be restrained and yearned to re-enter its warm nest, rubbing it eagerly, teasingly, a few times against the slick, warm entrance between her legs, feeling the softness and heat there.
Using the residual love juices and my earlier semen, now diluted by the water, as lubricant, my glans quickly found its position, parting the two slightly swollen lips.
My hips thrust forward sharply!
"Ugh—!"
Mom let out a short, satisfied grunt, her body jolting forward from the impact, her snow-white back rubbing against the cold tile once more.
And my thick, hard, burning cock once again smoothly, fully, deeply wedged itself into the deepest part of her warm, tight body!
That familiar, suffocating sense of envelopment instantly washed over me.
So tight.
The honey pot, having just climaxed, was sensitive and slick. The tender flesh of the inner walls, like countless little mouths, greedily, tightly, sucked and clung from all sides, madly squeezing and constricting my invasion, each thrust bringing unparalleled pleasure.
"Hah ah..."
I threw my head back in comfort, letting out a long sigh, savoring the bliss of being wrapped to the extreme.
Mom's hands pressed against my chest, unsure if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer.
Her voice carried a sob and a plea: "Sl... slow down... An'an... it's too cold... we'll catch a cold... we... mmm ah... should... should go to bed, okay...?"
I ignored her complaint and began thrusting my hips forcefully.
With each deep insertion, my lower abdomen slammed heavily against her hips, making a crisp "smack" sound that echoed in the small bathroom.
With each withdrawal, a "gloopy, squelchy" sticky, wet sound followed, the sound of the abundant love juices in her honey pot being stirred, so lewd it made my scalp tingle, and stimulated me even more.
The wall was indeed cold.
Her back would rub against it, eliciting a fine shiver.
But this shiver only made her honey pot contract even tighter, the tender inner walls writhing, sucking on my shaft.
"Ah... so deep... son... you're hitting... hitting Mommy's very core... mmm... slow down... too fast... ah yah...!"
She moaned intermittently, her body swaying between the cold wall and the fiery impacts.
I lowered my head, found her cheek, and kissed her fiercely, silencing her still-pleading, incessantly chattering red lips.
"Mmm... mmm..."
Her protests were completely sealed off.
My tongue forcefully pried open her teeth, plunging in, tangling with her sweet tongue, sucking and licking hard, tasting the sweet scent in her mouth.
This kiss was intense, filled with an undeniable possessiveness and a thick sexual desire.
At first, Mom made some meaningless "mmph" sounds, her small hands weakly pushing against my chest.
But soon, her resistance softened, ignited by my passion.
She began to respond to me.
Her hands no longer pushed against my chest, but slowly wrapped around my neck, her fingers digging into my wet, short hair, gripping tightly.
Mom's tongue also became active, tangling with mine, exchanging saliva and burning breath, making soft, wet sounds.
Her body relaxed too, no longer resisting the cold wall, but instinctively starting to match my movements, her waist twisting slightly to meet my thrusts.
I noticed this.
When I pulled my cock back, she would also slightly retreat, making my withdrawal smoother. And when I thrust forward hard, she wouldn't dodge but would instead meet it, pushing her hips forward, allowing my glans to penetrate deeper, hitting her delicate flower core more heavily, producing a "squelchy" thud.
"Mmm... mmm... yes... right there... An'an... good son... hitting Mommy... feels so good... ah... harder..."
In the gaps between kisses, sweet, satisfied moans spilled from deep in her throat. Her eyes were half-closed, long eyelashes still holding tiny droplets of water, utterly aroused.
We were like two perfectly synchronized dancers, moving together in the rhythm of desire, bodies tightly connected, breaths intertwined.
I'd had enough of kissing. I released her swollen lips, pressed my forehead against hers, rubbed my nose against hers, and continued thrusting hard, feeling the tremors in her body with each deep penetration.
I reached out and slapped her slick buttocks, making a crisp sound.
"Mmm ah... bad... bad boy..."
Mom coquettishly scolded, instantly understanding my meaning.
Without any hesitation, after I thrust deep once more, she cooperated with my slow withdrawal, obediently turned around, once again assuming the position with her back to me, actively presenting that expanse of snow-white, plump buttocks and the wet, swollen, alluring slit in between, completely exposed to my view.
I knew Mom liked this position too.
Because my cock naturally curves slightly downward, this doggy-style position allows my thick, hard glans to more precisely scrape and press against that most sensitive soft spot deep in her honey pot—her G-spot.
Every time in this position, it made her reach her peak faster.
I didn't even need to do anything.
Mom herself reached back, fumbling, accurately grabbing hold of my thick, hard cock, which was trembling slightly in the air, slick with fluid, having temporarily left her warm body.
Her small hand was wet and slick, carrying the heat of arousal. When she grasped it, her palm enveloped the shaft, her fingertips unconsciously grazing the sensitive coronal ridge. I hissed in pleasure, a tingle running down my spine.
"Mom... don't tease me..."
I panted a warning.
She didn't speak, just gave a light laugh, a bit smug, then guided my glans, accurately positioning it against her own already slightly open, continuously quivering, yearning-to-be-filled-again, hot and wet entrance.
Then, her hips and buttocks, with an inviting motion, gently pushed back.
"Mmm..."
A sigh of satisfaction escaped her throat.
My glans easily parted the two slick, slightly swollen lips, and my entire thick, long cock once again slid in smoothly, deeply, to the hilt, penetrating the deepest part of her warm, tight honey pot!
That feeling of being completely enveloped, tightly suctioned by the hot, soft flesh, was so pleasurable it made my scalp tingle.
"Ah... it's in again... so full... hitting... hitting the bottom..."
Mom threw her head back, her long hair swinging, letting out an intoxicated moan, her body leaning back slightly, completely fitting against my embrace.
What followed was an unrestrained, stormy, intense bout of sex.
I gripped her slender waist tightly with both hands, holding her in place, then began to exert force.
My waist moved like a motor, madly pumping back and forth. The thick, hard cock rapidly pistoned in and out of her slick, tight passage. Each thrust carried the force of parting waters, slamming in to the deepest point, striking her delicate flower core.
Withdrawing almost completely each time, pulling out copious amounts of thick, gurgling love juices that splattered onto our lower abdomens and thighs.
"Smack smack smack smack—!"
The sound of my firm lower abdomen slapping against her snow-white buttocks was as dense as raindrops, mixed with the thuds of flesh impacting, the wet sounds, and her increasingly loud, wanton cries, composing a lewd symphony in the bathroom.
Mom screamed repeatedly from my pounding, her body constantly jolting forward, having to brace her hands hard against the wall to steady herself. Her snow-white buttocks rippled with enticing waves under my impacts.
"Ah! Ah! An'an... so deep... hitting it... hitting Mommy to death... ah ah ah... too... too fast... slow... slow down... mmm ah... no... can't slow down... feels so good... son... so good... harder... fuck Mommy harder...! Mommy's insides... are going to be fucked through by you... ah yah...!"
Her wanton cries were high-pitched and seductive, completely devoid of her usual reserve and gentleness, leaving only the most primal pleasure of being filled.
Love juices flooded her honey pot, continuously flowing down from our tightly joined area and along our inner thighs, forming a small puddle on the floor.
Right then, an even crazier thought rushed into my mind, making my movements even more violent.
While continuing to thrust with all my might, each time wishing I could shove my entire self into her body, I leaned close to Mom's already flushed ear and, in a whisper, with a tone of temptation and command, said:
"Mom... let's go outside to do it."
"Hmm... ah? Wh... what?" Mom was clearly dazed from my thrusting, her mind not entirely clear, responding vaguely out of instinct while her body still swayed violently with my impacts.
"To the living room. Outside."
I repeated, my movements at the waist not stopping; instead, I thrust a few times harder and deeper, the glans grinding fiercely against that soft, most sensitive spot inside her.
"Uh ah... okay... okay... hmm... whatever you say... son... wherever you want... is fine... Mom... Mom will give it all to you..."
Mom was delirious with passion, her head muddled by pleasure, not really thinking about what I was saying, just instinctively agreeing. Her honey pot contracted in waves, sucking on my cock.
With this consent, my heart pounded wildly, excitement almost bursting through.
The opportunity had come.
I immediately let go of the hand gripping her waist and instead grabbed the wrist she was using to brace against the wall.
Then, my other hand grabbed her other wrist as well.
Just like that, I firmly controlled both her hands from behind with my own, pulling them toward her back, as if restraining her with her hands behind her back.
"Ah... An'an... what are you doing..."
Mom was somewhat confused, but her body still swayed with my thrusts, her honey pot still tightly wrapped around me.
"Nothing, Mom, we're going out."
As I spoke, I continued to thrust my hips, fucking her wet, tight honey pot with force, while using the strength from gripping her wrists to push her, forcing her to follow my rhythm, step by step... moving forward.
My cock remained deeply buried inside her, churning and rubbing within her tight passage as we moved, bringing continuous, tingling pleasure.
"Hmm... ah... wait... going out?... Where to?"
Mom finally reacted a little, wanting to stop her steps, her body shrinking back.
But I gave her no chance.
I continued to thrust forcefully, each deep penetration making her body lurch forward.
At the same time, with a strong pull of my hands, I forced her to stagger forward a small step.
The friction of my cock inside her became even more intense due to the movement.
"No... don't... An'an... let's just stay in the bathroom... ah!"
She struggled to retreat, but this retreat, due to the change in angle, allowed the deeply inserted cock to reach an even deeper place inside her. The glans ground heavily against her most sensitive spot at a tricky angle.
"Uh ah—!"
Her body trembled violently, letting out a sharp cry mixed with extreme pleasure. Her honey pot instantly contracted wildly, like countless small mouths sucking simultaneously, and love juices surged out, pouring over my glans.
"I'm... I'm coming... ah ah... don't move... An'an... Mom... Mom is going to... again... ah!"
She was instantly pushed to the edge of climax, babbling incoherently.
Seizing this moment when she was weakened by the sudden, intense pleasure and her consciousness scattered, I pushed her forward, taking two more steps.
We had already left the slippery floor of the shower area, our feet now on the dry anti-slip mat at the bathroom door.
"See, Mom, we're already out."
I whispered against her burning ear, continuing to thrust, pushing her toward the bathroom door.
My cock moved in and out of her still sensitive, contracting passage in the aftermath of her climax, bringing out more sticky juices.
"No... An'an... really no... being naked... we'll be... hmm ah... we'll be seen..."
Mom's voice carried a sob, a mix of fear and shame. But her body... I looked down at where we were joined.
Because of her intense reaction and the continuous thrusting, it was continuously secreting more crystal-clear, viscous love juices, sliding down the shaft of my cock, gathering at the base of my heavy balls. Then, due to our movement, drops fell, spreading into small, wet patches on the dry tile floor beneath our feet, marking our lewd path.
Her body was brutally honest, utterly soaked.
It was autumn now, but the house had heating, the room temperature around 20 degrees Celsius.
Stepping out naked from the steamy bathroom, with undried water droplets still on our bodies, we could indeed feel a slight chill brush against our skin.
But this slight chill only made the skin more sensitive, and also made the burning fire of desire inside seem even more scorching and intense. The lust in my lower abdomen was burning away almost all my reason.
My home isn't big, three bedrooms and two living rooms, about 140 square meters.
Coming out of the bathroom leads directly into a long, north-south facing living room.
To the north is the dining area and kitchen, to the south is a whole wall of huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
And that wall of floor-to-ceiling windows was precisely my target at this moment.
Images from those exhibitionist videos I secretly watched before flashed through my mind.
In a place where you could be seen... that mix of the danger of exposure and the thrill of taboo, just thinking about it made my blood boil and my cock ache painfully hard.
I knew Mom definitely wouldn't agree easily.
So, I needed to take it slow, test her boundaries bit by bit, let her adapt.
And in my own home, on the 19th floor, in front of the curtained floor-to-ceiling windows... was the "first step" I could think of that was both safest and most thrilling.
I pushed Mom, step by step, out of the bathroom.
Water droplets on our bodies dripped with the movement, leaving wet footprints on the clean floor behind us, soon smeared open by our moving steps, spreading into irregular patches of water stains, mixed with the love juices dripping from where we were joined, appearing especially wanton.
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