Mom resisted at first, her body stiff, trying to push me back.
"An'an... go back... let's go back to the bathroom... please... outside... it's so embarrassing..."
But as I kept thrusting, deeper and deeper, as waves of pleasure assaulted her nerves, as my cock continued to stir and rub inside her sensitive, slick passage, her body gradually softened. Her resistance turned into half-hearted reluctance.
"Mmm... slow... slow down... too... too deep... you're... you're hitting so deep Mom... my legs are weak... ah..."
Her head hung limply, her long hair disheveled, swaying with the rhythm of my thrusts.
The moans spilling from her throat, initially resistant, turned into vague, pleasurable whimpers. Her body unconsciously began to meet my thrusts.
We were connected like this, in an extremely bizarre and lewd posture, like conjoined twins, slowly moving through the dim living room.
My cock was buried deep in Mom's warm, slick honey pot. With our walking movements, it stirred and rubbed slightly inside her, bringing waves of subtle yet continuous tingling pleasure, stimulating her vaginal walls to contract rhythmically.
From the bathroom door to the dining table in the center of the living room, a distance of just a few meters, we walked slowly and arduously.
On the floor, starting from the bathroom door, there was an intermittent wet trail, a mixture of water droplets and stickier bodily fluids, marking the route of our absurd "journey." The air was thick with the scent of lust.
Passing the dining table, Mom instinctively tried to turn left—the direction leading to the bedroom.
But I exerted a little force with my hands, holding her back.
"Mmm?"
Mom tilted her head in confusion, her eyes dazed as she looked at me.
I controlled her, not turning towards the bedroom, but continuing deeper into the living room, towards the huge floor-to-ceiling window with its beige thick curtains, thrusting into her as we advanced.
"An... An'an?"
A hint of unease crept into Mom's voice. "We... where are we going? Aren't... aren't we going back to the room?"
I didn't answer immediately, just kept fucking her, feeling the slight tightening and sucking sensation inside her due to her unease, thrusting as I pushed her forward.
One step.
Two steps.
By the time Mom herself saw the direction we were heading, it was already too late.
We had passed the sofa in the center of the living room. Only the last two or three steps remained between us and that huge floor-to-ceiling window. The massive pane of glass looked like a dark curtain in the gloom.
The main lights in the living room were off, only a dim floor lamp in the corner was on.
The light was dim, but enough for us to see the outlines of each other's bodies, enough to see that huge glass window glowing faintly in the darkness, and the heavy feel of the tightly drawn curtains.
"No... don't! An'an!"
Mom was instantly terrified, her voice rising with obvious panic.
She tried to stop abruptly, her body shrinking back, trying to pull me back.
"We'll be seen! No! Absolutely not! Go back quickly!" Her body instantly tensed, full of resistance.
This shock and fear triggered an extreme physical reaction.
I could clearly feel the slick, tight walls deep inside her honey pot, as if greatly stimulated, suddenly clenching tightly!
The force of the contraction was incredibly fierce, like countless soft yet powerful little hands, gripping my thick, long cock buried deep inside from all sides, squeezing, constricting, sucking desperately!
Especially that soft flesh at her core, it was sucking tightly onto my glans!
"Hiss—!"
I gasped. This sudden, extreme tightness was so pleasurable it made my vision darken; I almost came right then.
My glans was tightly wrapped and sucked by the spasming soft flesh inside her. Electric-like tingles shot from my urethral opening; I was on the verge of losing control.
"Mom... don't squeeze so tight... I'm... I'm going to cum..."
I panted heavily, my voice strained. A strong, sour numbness shot through my lower back; I could only desperately hold back.
But Mom couldn't control it at all.
Extreme shame and fear, mixed with the stimulation of being continuously violated and even about to be exposed, triggered the most instinctive and intense reaction in her body.
Her honey pot continued to contract violently and uncontrollably in waves. Her love juices gushed out, turning our joined area into a muddy, slippery mess, dripping down from where we were connected.
"Go back... let's go back quickly... please, An'an... not here... Mom's scared... we'll be seen..."
Mom pleaded tearfully, her body trembling slightly, unsure if from cold or fear. Her hands tried in vain to break free from my grip.
I tightened my arms around her waist, pressing her even closer against me, letting my cock sink deeper into her slick, tight, constantly spasming flesh cave, feeling that deadly suction.
"It's okay, Mom."
I whispered into her cool ear, while continuing to slowly thrust my hips, fucking her sensitive depths, using the continuous friction and thrusting to soothe her tense nerves. My voice was low, comforting, yet carrying an undeniable insistence.
"We're on the nineteenth floor, it's so high. The building opposite is far away. No one will see. The curtains... are drawn too, thick ones, you can't see anything."
I tried to reason with her logically, but more so, I used my physical movements to distract her from her fear.
Even though I said this, Mom's fear didn't completely disappear; her body remained stiff.
But we were already here. The arrow was on the bowstring.
Holding her, I walked the few steps to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Then, with both hands, I lifted her whole body slightly and pushed her forward—
"Ah!"
Mom let out a short, sharp cry.
Her full, pale breasts, those two heavy, soft, massive mounds, pressed firmly and without any cushioning against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling window!
Her breast flesh instantly deformed under the pressure. The hard nipples at their peaks rubbed against the smooth, cold glass surface.
"Mmm... cold..."
She shivered. Her muddled consciousness seemed to clear a little from this sudden cold sensation. Her body instinctively tried to retreat.
But the next second, I slammed into her from behind, harder and deeper!
The thick, hard cock, taking advantage of her backward movement, thrust into the deepest part of her body at an even more刁钻 angle!
"Ugh ah—!"
Mom was thrust forward by the impact, her chest pressed even flatter against the glass. Those plump milk balls were flattened into two white, creamy mounds of soft flesh, leaving wet marks on the glass.
The sensations of ice and fire stimulated her simultaneously.
In front was the cold, hard glass. Behind was my hot, solid body, thrusting violently, and the thick, hard cock deeply embedded inside her.
This extreme contrast and intense stimulation made the bit of clarity she had just gathered quickly dissipate, once again submerged by a surging tide of lust.
"Hah ah... An... An'an... slow... slow down... the glass... so cold... ah...! You're... you're hitting it again... hitting... the deepest part..."
Her voice was intermittent, tearful, yet filled with the thrill and excitement of gaining pleasure on the edge of danger. Her body began to twist unconsciously, rubbing against the glass and against my deeply buried cock.
I started to increase the speed and force of my thrusts, each time pushing her against the glass with a soft *thump*.
My hands reached around to the front, roughly kneading her breast flesh, pressed and deformed against the glass, feeling their heavy softness and elasticity. My fingers found those two nipples, already hard as little pebbles, and pinched, twisted, and pulled them harshly.
"Mmm ah! It hurts... be gentle... ah...!"
Mom cried out in pain, but her honey pot contracted even tighter. Slick love juices kept secreting. "Bad... bad son... you only know... how to bully Mom... mmm... pinch gently... my nipples... are going to... to be ruined... ah yah...!"
Her cries of pain were mixed with indescribable pleasure.
Her cheek was pressed against the cold glass. Her exhaled breath fogged a small patch of white mist on the glass.
Her eyes were dazedly half-open. She might have been able to see the scattered lights of other buildings in the distance outside the window, but more than that, they reflected her own lustful, confused, lewd reflection—being violated from behind by her son.
Her naked body pressed against the glass, her buttocks being forcefully slammed, her breast flesh kneaded out of shape... This sight made her toes curl in shame, yet it also stimulated her vaginal walls into writhing madly.
To give her even stronger stimulation, I suddenly leaned close to her ear and, in a breathy voice, with a hint of mischievous tension, whispered:
"Mom... look downstairs... seems like... someone's looking up... did he notice us? Is he counting the floors?"
This sentence was like a drop of cold water falling into boiling oil.
"Ah—! No! Don't look! Get away quickly!"
Mom's reaction was extreme!
Her body suddenly shrank backward, as if trying to escape the window, escape the possibly existing gaze, utterly terrified.
But her retreat, instead, caused my cock, deeply buried inside her, due to the change in angle, to thrust into the deepest part of her honey pot with an unprecedented depth and force!
My glans seemed to break through a soft barrier, heavily, solidly, hitting that softest, most sensitive flesh at the entrance to her delicate cervix, even... embedding slightly.
"Ugh mm...!"
Mom let out a nearly suffocated groan, a mix of extreme pain and extreme pleasure. Her body instantly stiffened, her eyes rolled back, drool trickled from the corner of her mouth. She was pinned in place like a specimen.
I could feel that soft flesh deep inside her honey pot, like a startled little mouth, suddenly sucking onto the tip of my glans, tightly, tremblingly sucking my urethral opening. A stream of scalding warmth gushed from deep within her, pouring over my glans.
That sensation of being sucked, of having my glans wrapped in hot, soft flesh, was too much! A strong urge to cum shot straight to my head.
I was close too!
My lower back was intensely sore and numb.
I sped up, my hips like a pile driver, thrusting wildly, with all my might!
Every insertion aimed for the deepest, hardest impact, my glans grinding and slamming firmly against her core, making wet, sticky *squelching* sounds.
"Mom... that person... seems to be counting floors... will he... come up? He's almost... counting to nineteen..."
While fucking her wildly, I continued to stimulate her with words. My voice was intermittent from the violent movements and the nearing explosion of pleasure, deliberately tense.
"No... no more... An'an... let's... let's leave here quickly... ah!... to the room... hah ah... to the room... whatever you want to do... Mom... Mom will agree... mmm ah... quickly... leave here... please...!"
Mom's voice now carried a崩溃的哭腔, a chaotic mix of extreme shame, fear, and impending climax.
Her honey pot, under my final冲刺, contracted violently and rhythmically, like an insatiably greedy little mouth, desperately sucking and squeezing, urging me to release. Love juices gushed out as if she were losing control.
Hearing this tearful promise from her, I knew the timing was about right.
Can't刺激太过 at once, or she might really develop a psychological shadow.
"You said it yourself, Mom."
I gasped for breath, thrusting into the deepest part of her body one last time with all my weight. My glans pressed firmly against that soft flesh sucking me in, feeling the violent throbbing and the scalding warm flow washing over me from within her as she neared her climax.
"Yes... I said it... An'an... quickly... let's leave here... ah...!"
Mom urged tearfully, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind, her vaginal walls tightly gripping me, not letting me leave.
I took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the urge to ejaculate immediately, holding back the semen that was almost breaking through the gate. My lower abdomen ached with fullness.
"Okay."
I said, then made one last, even more excessive demand.
"Mom... I want... to stay inside you like this... and crawl back to the room."
My voice carried an undeniable insistence and heavy lust.
"What?"
Mom was stunned, seemingly not understanding, or not daring to believe what she heard. Her body instantly froze.
"Crawl back. Like we are now, I'm inside you, we crawl back to the bedroom together."
I repeated clearly, my hips still moving slowly, tormentingly, maintaining her state of arousal and edge of climax. My cock moved with difficulty inside her constricted passage, bringing even stronger friction.
"An... An'an... It's... it's too shameful... Let's... let's do something else... okay? Mommy... Mommy will hold you and walk back..."
Mom pleaded, her face flushed crimson, the blush of shame spreading to her neck and chest. Her body trembled slightly from the immense humiliation.
I shook my head, my cock nudging not too lightly nor too heavily inside her hot, wet, and tight passage, grinding against her sensitive core.
"No. I want this."
My voice carried an unyielding insistence. Then, I added a malicious prompt: "Mom, hurry up... that person... seems like he's about to reach our floor... he's in the elevator..."
The lethality of this statement was absolute.
As soon as my words fell, I felt Mom's honeyed passage clench violently to an unprecedented degree!
The constricting, sucking force was so intense it felt like it might snap my cock in half. The head of my cock, being sucked by that soft flesh of her core, went numb with pleasure, and the urge to release surged again, pushing me to the brink!
"Okay...! I'll... I'll crawl! An'an... we... we need to leave here quickly! Hurry!"
Mom practically screamed her agreement, her voice filled with a desperate, all-or-nothing shame and urgency. Her body tensed to its limit from extreme nervousness and the impending fear of exposure.
Hearing her consent, I was ecstatic, almost unable to contain myself.
I slowly released my grip on her breasts, then, holding her wrist, guided her to slowly, arduously... squat down.
Mom obediently followed my lead, bending her knees, her body gradually lowering.
This process was excruciatingly slow and difficult.
Because my cock, from start to finish, remained deeply buried inside her honeyed passage, not withdrawn even a fraction.
As her body squatted down, the angle of our union constantly, subtly changed.
The thick, hard shaft rubbed and turned within her slippery, tight passage, scraping against every sensitive fold of her inner walls, sending waves of intense, shiver-inducing pleasure.
"Mmm... uh... It's... it's too deep... this... feels so strange... it's... it's hitting my belly... ah..."
Mom let out a strained, tearful moan, her body trembling slightly, yet she still tried her best to match my movements, her face etched with profound shame.
I followed her, slowly squatting down as well.
Finally, both of us were fully crouched on the floor, facing the hallway leading from the living room to the bedroom.
Mom was on her hands and knees, palms flat on the floor, like a female beast awaiting mating, her snow-white buttocks raised high.
And I, kneeling behind her, my thick, long cock still buried deep within her. From behind, we were connected in an extremely intimate, yet utterly lewd posture.
"Mom, let's go."
I said hoarsely, my voice raspy from excitement and restraint. Then, with my hands on her waist, my hips began to slowly thrust forward.
Not a pumping motion, but... pushing against her body, forcing her to follow my momentum, using her knees and hands to inch... forward.
"Ah..."
Mom let out a cry of utter shame, almost a sob, her body trembling slightly from the immense humiliation.
But she didn't resist.
She truly began, with her hands and knees, matching the rhythm of my pushing, bit by bit... to crawl toward the bedroom.
The cold floor rubbed against her delicate knees and palms, but the sensation of being continuously filled deep inside, even enhanced by the subtle friction and stirring brought on by the crawling motion, mixed with the overwhelming shame, made her entire body tremble violently. Her honeyed passage clenched uncontrollably in waves.
Kneeling behind her, watching her crawling silhouette move forward in the dim light, watching her snow-white, plump buttocks sway with each movement, feeling my cock stir slightly within her warm, tight depths with the motion, tightly wrapped by her inner flesh... this multi-layered stimulation—visual, psychological, and physical—sent shivers of pleasure over my scalp. The desire in my lower abdomen burned to its peak.
And so, in this most primitive, most intimate, and most shameful posture, we slowly, from the floor-to-ceiling window, crawled across the cold floor, toward the dimly lit hallway's end, toward that slightly ajar door... the door to Mom's bedroom... inching our way forward.
Behind us, we left a winding, damp trail, a mixture of moisture and love juices.
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