"Ahhh! I can't take it anymore... really... I can't take it anymore... inside... inside it's so sore... numb... everything's a mess... ugh..." She cried out as I thrust into her, her body swaying wildly like a willow branch in a storm. "My cunt... my cunt is so wet... all the water's gone... um... my son's big cock... it's hitting my heart... ah!... I'm going to... I'm going to lose it again... I'm going to be fucked to death again... ugh ...
After just a few dozen frenzied thrusts, the mother's nerves were completely overwhelmed by the intense pleasure brought by the continuous impact on her cervix and the deep friction!
The scream suddenly rose to a heart-wrenching, piercing shriek!
Like a dying cry!
Like a dying mother animal offering a sacrifice!
Her body arched violently upwards in my arms!
My back slammed heavily against the wall with a loud thud!
Their hands gripped my shoulders tightly as if they were drowning!
The nail is deeply embedded in the flesh!
She looked like a shrimp thrown into boiling oil!
His entire body was stretched into a backward-curving shape!
Frenzied, uncontrolled convulsions and spasms!
From the deepest part of that narrow, narrow passage erupted an unprecedented, terrifying, and deadly force, as if trying to suck my entire penis and testicles into my uterus with an extreme, tight, and sucking action!
"Suck!!...It's in!!!...Waaah!! It's ruined!!!...It's been...ravaged by my son!!!...Ahhh—!!!"
That internal explosion, like a vacuum pump pushed to its limit, with immense suction, became the final straw that broke the camel's back!
boom!!!
It felt like my lower back had been smashed open by an invisible giant hammer! The thick magma that had been building up all night, suppressed all night, and tormented to the extreme by fear and excitement, could finally be suppressed no longer!
Like a raging flood bursting its banks! With the force to destroy everything! It's about to erupt!
"Hiss!!! Catch, Mom!!! I'll shoot it all... into you!!! I'll shoot it through you... and plug your cervix—!!!"
I screamed hoarsely! I clung tightly to her waist and thighs! With all my might!
The entire penis was as if welded shut, driven deep into the very depths of her tight, wet, and convulsing vagina!
The scalding hot glans pressed firmly, with maximum force, against the soft flesh of the cervix, which was trembling violently from the stimulation! Not a single gap was left!
*Plop!* *Plop plop plop!* *Plop!*
One gushe after another! Scalding hot! Thick! Powerful! The amount of semen was as abundant as a burst dam!
With immense force! Uninterruptedly, fiercely, and deeply, it shot into the most delicate inner wall of her cervix, which had just endured countless blows!
The scalding semen, like molten lava, washed over and imprinted itself on that tender land that nurtured life! Each powerful ejaculation caused her body to jolt violently upwards!
"Hot!!... Waaah!... It burned through!!... It poured... poured in... so much... Ah—!!! It's burning Mommy!!!... Xiao Mo... my dear son... my uterus... is being cooked by my son!!!"
"Aaaaaaahh ...
But what was revealed in that voice was a surrender and ecstasy of being completely conquered, completely filled, and completely crushed!
She could feel with absolute clarity that the deepest part of her lower abdomen was being stretched open by the enormous amount of infusion and repeatedly washed by the scalding torrent!
Streams of life essence, like scalding branding, were forcefully and undeniably imprinted on her womb!
"Ugh...flowing...flowing into my stomach...all the way in...full...full...ugh ...
"…It's…it's coming in…ah…it's burning…sob…I'm going to be…melted by my son…ah—!!! My uterus…my belly…is so…so bloated…full…full…I'm…I'm pregnant…pregnant with my son…ah—!!! My son…has filled my…belly…so full…sob…"
The scalding semen surged like a flood at the very source of her life. Her whole body was burning hot, as if her bones and will had been melted by the heat. She could no longer hold on and collapsed completely into my arms, like a lump of mud that had lost all support.
Her wet hair clung miserably to her cheeks, her eyes were unfocused and glazed, and she gasped for breath in vain with her red lips parted. Only her body continued to tremble and convulse uncontrollably and intermittently.
"Huff...huff...uh...you little...you little beast..."
I held her hot, slippery body, covered in sweat and love juice, letting the warm water from the shower head wash over our tightly entwined, messy waists, hips, and lower bodies.
A thick, white, cloudy mixture was unwillingly gushing out from her pink, swollen, and red little hole, which was so ravaged that it could not close, mixed with even more clear, lustful fluid. It slid down the inside of her raised thighs and was diluted by the water flow.
The thick liquid seemed endless.
After a while, the intense afterglow of her orgasm gradually subsided, leaving only weak breathing and slight trembling.
Only then did I slowly, extremely slowly and reluctantly pull my wet, muddy, but still semi-erect penis out of her ravaged, still opening and closing, reluctantly flowing with a mixture of thick semen and fluid.
A large amount of thick, milky-white liquid, mixed with clear bodily fluids and faint pink streaks of blood from excessive friction, gushed out instantly, as if she had lost control of her bladder, flowing over her wet, messy inner thighs and onto the ground.
"Uh…" She looked at the continuously gushing white mixture, her eyes becoming even more dazed and empty.
The mother wearily lifted her swollen eyelids, her eyes glazed and complicated as she looked at the mess. A complex blush of shame, fear, and indescribable satisfaction rose on her cheeks.
"So many bad...kids..."
She leaned softly against the damp, cold tiled wall, broke free from my arm, and knelt down shakily amidst the warm water and the slippery mess.
She raised her head, her eyes filled with an almost pious haze, and opened her red, moist, slightly swollen lips, extending her soft and supple tongue.
With utmost care, meticulousness, and inch-by-inch, he licked the weapon—still exuding a strong, fishy smell, which had just penetrated the deepest part of her body and was covered in a mixture of semen and her own bodily fluids—cleaned it completely.
The tip of the tongue glided over the thick coronal sulcus, meticulously cleaning every trace of residual white fluid from the groove; it wrapped around the still hard shaft covered with blue veins; and finally, it gently sipped the last bit of clear fluid seeping from the tip.
Each lick was accompanied by a soft swallowing sound deep in her throat and a whimpering sound like a small animal.
The scene was decadent, servile, yet filled with a strange sense of piety, as if it were a necessary ritual.
She only stopped, panting, after confirming that it was completely clean.
"..." She was too tired to speak, and just looked at me with complicated eyes.
I pulled her up, and the two of us roughly washed away the stickiness, sweat, and the scent of our frenzied passion under the warm water.
As the water rushed through her, she leaned weakly against me, like a completely tamed prey, exhausted of all its strength, staring blankly at the misty glass door.
His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.
I turned off the tap, wrung out a towel, and roughly dried her body. Neither of us said a word; we each silently put on our pajamas.
My mother handed me my pajamas, then quickly wrapped the bathrobe I had rubbed off tightly around her again, tying the straps securely. She barely dared to look at me, her head bowed, her steps unsteady as she strode open the door, like a frightened little animal that had just survived a storm and was eager to hide back in its den, stumbling and disappearing behind the master bedroom door.
Before leaving, she glanced quickly at the murky stains on the ground that hadn't been completely washed away, a hint of embarrassment and panic flashing in her eyes.
I stood alone in the messy shower room, the strong, complex smell in the air—a mixture of the fishy smell of semen, the sweet smell of female bodily fluids, and the scent of shower gel—had not yet completely dissipated.
The scent of gardenia shower gel emanating from her body, mixed with a strong erotic odor and the smell of semen, still stubbornly lingered on my nose.
The thrilling tryst, the incredibly tight "sheep intestine" sensation, the frantic sucking of her cervix during her orgasm, the sound of her father's footsteps so close, and especially her collapse and tightness when he forced his way into her through the frosted glass right under her husband's nose... every frame, every sensation, is etched deeply into my mind like a brand, carrying a destructive and chilling allure.
The lewd moans still seemed to echo in my ears.
After a moment of silence, I opened the door and quietly walked back into my cold, dark room.
The moment the door closed, you could still faintly smell the lingering scent of your mother on your fingers—a unique and deadly aroma mixed with the fishy smell of semen.