After that, I would go to the bathroom every night to meet my mother in secret, and before that I would feed Shen Youyi.
The air conditioning in Shen Youyi's room was on full blast, but the little girl's arms and legs were warm and soft, like freshly steamed buns, sprawled on the bamboo mat.
I was really rough with her just now, and when I was on top of her, the thin blanket was kicked to her feet.
The little girl may be young, but her tight, pink little hole is incredibly skilled. I thrust into her for who knows how long, and my lower back was aching all over. But my thing remained stubbornly suspended halfway, preventing that hot, gushing fluid from gushing out. My lower abdomen was throbbing and swollen from holding it in.
Shen Youyi was completely exhausted; she couldn't even be bothered to open her eyelids, just groaning softly, her cheeks flushed as she gasped for breath against my chest.
"Brother...no...can't...really...it's going to fall apart..." Her voice was sticky and sweet, with a long, drawn-out ending, carrying the sob of a spoiled child who had been defeated.
I exhaled a breath that carried her sweet, fishy smell, and then kissed the corner of her mouth before propping myself up.
"Little rascal," I said with a smile, pinching her bright red earlobe. "Go take a break."
This girl is having a good time, lying on the bed sleeping like a log without a care in the world, but I haven't handed over my stock yet.
He simply pulled up his pants, slipped on his slippers, and sneaked into the bathroom next to the master bedroom in the dark.
I turned on the light, closed the door, and plopped down on the toilet seat. The cold toilet seat made my butt shudder.
He pulled out his phone and swiped around haphazardly, but his ears were perked up, trying to catch even the slightest sound in the hallway outside.
Time passed by in a blur, and I couldn't focus on any of the words on the screen. All I could think about was that voluptuous, mature body in the next room.
Click—
The door lock clicked softly, and then the door was pushed open!
I looked up abruptly.
Through the crack in the door, Zhou Huixin, the mother, slipped in wrapped in a thick white fleece bathrobe, her head bowed as she tied her belt.
The bathrobe was wrapped tightly, with the hem just above the knee, revealing two sections of fair and tender calves, and she was barefoot in soft-soled slippers.
She had clearly just finished washing up; her face was flushed, and her hair was loosely tied up, still damp.
When she saw me sitting casually on the toilet, she flinched in fright, almost dropping the towel in her hand.
"Oh my! Momo?!" She clutched her chest, still shaken. When she saw it was me, she rolled her beautiful eyes at me, exuding charm. "You brat! You scared me to death! What time is it? Why are you sitting here instead of sleeping? Aren't you tired enough?" Her tone sounded like a scolding, but the last syllable rose slightly, making her incredibly alluring.
I grinned, shoved my phone into my pajama pocket, and jumped up to press it against the wall.
"I'll wait for you." His hands, however, were restless, encircling her waist through the thick bathrobe.
Wow, those curves, like a ripe peach, you can feel the amazingly soft and bouncy flesh underneath even through the velvet.
A warm fragrance, a blend of shower gel, clean skin, and the scent of a mature woman, wafted into my nose, far more alluring than my little sister's sweet, cloying scent.
I lowered my head and kissed those rosy lips, still glistening with moisture. They were a little cool, soft, and moist.
"You're going to die!" Two red clouds rose on her face, and she clenched her little fist and lightly punched my chest.
The force was less like a hit and more like a gentle tickle on my chest, ticklish and pleasant.
The collar of the bathrobe wasn't fastened properly, and as I looked up and down, I could catch a glimpse of a deep, snow-white cleavage, which made my eyes dizzy.
Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed her little fist that was still resting on my chest and pulled it down without saying a word, pressing it directly onto the large tent that was bulging in my pajama pants.
Scalding hot! Hard! Its shape and size were starkly imprinted in her palm.
"Mom," I whispered into her burning ear, my breath hot against it, my voice low and hoarse, with a hint of feigned grievance, "it misses you so much… it's been holding it in."
The palm of my hand trembled noticeably from the heat.
She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered, and she quickly glanced at me.
Her eyes were so alluring they could practically drip water, a mixture of reproach and resentment, with a hint of resigned compromise, that they made the fire in my lower abdomen burn even brighter.
She didn't speak again, only letting out a soft hum that sounded like it was squeezed out of her nose.
He slid down, bent his knees, and knelt on the cool tile floor.
She lowered her head, her soft hair facing me, and her slender, cool fingers hooked around the waistband of my loose pajama pants, gently pulling them down.
Freed from its restraints, the giant python that had been pent up all night sprang out with a "whoosh," standing erect with my body heat and excitement, its tip still glistening with a few drops of the glistening fluid that had come from Shen Youyi earlier, reflecting a lewd light under the lamp.
My mother, Zhou Huixin, my biological mother, those hands that are usually so meticulous when grading homework, are now reaching for my lower body, which is covered in my sister's bodily fluids.
She didn't even frown; apart from her innate allure, there wasn't a trace of disdain on her face.
She parted her red lips slightly and gently and steadily took the purplish-red, glistening, slightly throbbing glans into her mouth!
"Mmm..." A muffled sound escaped her throat, it was hard to tell whether it was satisfaction or a sigh.
Warm! Slippery! Her mouth was much more supple and welcoming than Shen Youyi's innocent little mouth, like a natural nest that gently accepted this foreigner from her bloodline.
She first sucked on the sensitive glans, her tongue deftly licking around the coronal sulcus, like a kitten licking milk.
Then she slowly swallowed it, her pink tongue curling around the shaft and sliding down, taking in the remaining bodily fluids belonging to her other daughter.
The slurping sound of water was particularly clear in the quiet bathroom, accompanied by her suppressed, subtle swallowing sounds coming from deep within her throat.
With her eyes closed, she knelt on the ground, as devout as a believer, diligently sucking and licking her own son's thick, monstrous penis.
Each deep throat, the sucking force of the throat contracting made my toes clench, giving me a tingling sensation on my scalp.
After some time, I realized that simply enjoying it wasn't enough.
I reached out and gently stroked her warm, smooth cheek, signaling her to stop.
She obediently spat out my wet penis, looked up at me, her lips glistening, her eyes moist and questioning.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her up, my hand instinctively reaching for the collar tie of her bathrobe. My Adam's apple bobbed, and my voice tightened slightly: "Mom... can I take this off?"
The blush on her face instantly spread to the base of her neck. She bit her lower lip and nodded quickly and almost imperceptibly.
Her eyes darted away for a moment, but finally she stared at me intently, as if waiting for me to peel away her ripe, juicy skin.
Having received permission, I acted immediately and quickly. My fingertips unfastened the snap, and with a gentle pull, the bathrobe slid open like two doors—
Buzz! The strings in my brain suddenly tightened!
It was completely empty! There was nothing there! Her fair and voluptuous body was exposed to me without any cover!
The warm yellow light in the bathroom seemed to coat her body with a soft, honey-like glaze.
It's really completely different from the naivety of a young girl like Shen Youyi.
My mother is a bit taller, with a well-proportioned frame, broad shoulders and a slim waist, but her whole body is covered with a layer of just the right amount of plump, soft flesh that exudes the charm of a mature woman.
Her two large breasts were heavy and dazzlingly white, full and round like two ripe, large papayas. The nipples at the top were an unusually delicate pink, and they were now erect and hard due to passion and the cool air, like two tempting pink cherries.
She has a flat stomach, but beneath that soft, rounded curve, near her navel, you can see a small, soft, plump "spare tire." Far from ruining the beauty, it makes her look voluptuous and full of sensuality, and gives her an indescribable, gentle, and inclusive maternal charm, making you want to squeeze and touch her even more.
The gaze continues downwards, revealing rounded hip bones that outline a full, rounded bottom, and where the thighs meet...
Surprisingly! It's also a pristine, hairless sacred ground for white tigers!
The skin in that private area was smooth and slippery, like the flesh of a top-quality lychee after peeling, glistening slightly with moisture and a blush tinged with arousal.
The appearance of her vagina is different from Shen Youyi's.
Shen Youyi's labia were tender, white, and tightly closed, like a plump little steamed bun. And her mother's labia...
The thick labia majora are naturally quite prominent, and now they are slightly open, glistening with moisture, like two plump, half-open begonia petals with dew!
It was plump and swollen, with a deep, delicate crimson color, and the edges were moist and incredibly tender.
Its shape is slightly turned outwards and open, making it look more like a flirtatious, pink little butterfly ready to fully embrace!
That mature and alluring charm, born from experience, and that unreserved invitation made my breathing become several times heavier in an instant!
This blatant, alluring temptation was too direct; even she herself couldn't resist it.
She instinctively brought her legs together and curled her arms slightly, trying to cover her chest and lower body. Her pretty face flushed red with embarrassment as she scolded, "...Have you...looked enough...Don't look at Mom like that..."
"Mom, don't block me." My voice was deep as I reached out to pry her arms off her chest.
She struggled slightly, her resistance as weak as a swaying stone. Her arms went limp, falling to her sides, allowing my unwavering gaze to relentlessly pound over her body.