Mom seemed even more flustered by my direct gaze, instinctively raising her arms to cross them over her chest in an attempt to cover up.
"Don't..." I blurted out almost instantly, my voice urgent.
I gave her no chance, practically pouncing on her, wrapping my arms tightly around her and burying my burning face deep into the seemingly bottomless chasm of her cleavage.
"Mmm..."
Mom let out a soft groan from the impact, her body leaning back slightly, her arms instinctively encircling my back.
In an instant, my nostrils, my senses, were overwhelmed by an indescribable, incredibly soft yet elastic sensation, and a rich, warm scent that mixed her body fragrance with a faint milky aroma.
So... so soft.
A hundred times softer than I had imagined, yet with a heavy, full, fleshy elasticity.
My face was completely buried, tightly enveloped by two warm, fragrant, and soft mounds. I was almost suffocating, yet I relished it.
That scent... was Mom's scent. Clean, warm, with a hint of the uniquely enticing, cloying sweetness of a mature woman.
I took a deep breath, wanting to etch this moment's sensation into my very bones.
First, I slipped my hands under her armpits, trembling, almost reverently, cupping those two heavy, full breasts.
The feeling in my hands... I couldn't describe it. Silky, full, warm, solid.
One hand couldn't hold it all; soft flesh overflowed between my fingers.
Like a child who had finally gotten their most desired toy, I kneaded and squeezed with curiosity and greed, feeling the astonishing elasticity and the soft breast flesh changing shape in my palm.
Mom's body began to tremble lightly, soft, suppressed moans escaping her throat.
I lifted my head, my eyes already reddened by lust.
Looking at the close, slightly trembling crimson nipple right before me, I couldn't hold back any longer. Opening my mouth, like a child craving to nurse, I urgently, almost fiercely, took the left erect cherry into my mouth.
"Ah...!"
Mom's body jolted violently, letting out a short, sweet gasp of surprise.
My hot, wet tongue enveloped that hard nipple. I sucked hard with my lips, my tongue frantically licking and teasing that sensitive little nub.
Salty with a strange hint of sweetness—the taste of Mom's skin, mixed with a faint saltiness of sweat.
I sucked noisily, as if truly nursing.
"Sl... slow down... An'an... no one's fighting you for it..."
Mom's voice trembled badly, carrying a sob, yet it was soft and utterly lacking in strength.
One of her hands cradled my head, her fingers unconsciously threading through my hair, gently massaging, just like when she coaxed me to nurse as a child.
But the more she did this, the more frenzied I became.
My other hand wasn't idle either, vigorously kneading the right breast that was being neglected, my fingers finding that equally hard nipple, pinching it between my thumb and forefinger, sometimes rubbing, sometimes gently pulling.
"Haah... don't... don't pinch so hard..."
Mom's whole body was trembling. The two breasts being sucked by my mouth and played with by my hand had swollen a size larger, the areolas darker, the nipples hard as little pebbles.
On the snow-white breast flesh, faint red marks were left where I had kneaded and sucked.
I could feel Mom's body getting hotter, her breathing growing more erratic.
Her arms around my back tightened, and her two bare legs unconsciously rubbed against each other.
Her honey pot... it must be soaked by now.
This realization excited me even more.
I released the left nipple, now red, shiny, and covered in saliva from my sucking, and turned to the right, equally urgently taking it into my mouth, sucking and licking vigorously.
"Mmm... ah..."
Mom threw her head back, her chin resting on the top of my head, eyes closed, long wet eyelashes sticking together, red lips slightly parted, continuously letting out sweet, intermittent, delicate pants.
Her waist also began to unconsciously sway gently, as if both yielding to and trying to escape this overwhelming stimulation.
My cock had long been painfully hard, like a red-hot iron rod, standing straight up against my pants. The tip was already seeping slippery fluid, dampening a small patch of my underwear and pajama pants. Now it was pressed firmly against Mom's lower abdomen.
Finally, I had licked enough and released the nipple, now red and swollen from the abuse.
I lifted my head, panting heavily, and looked at Mom.
Her appearance... I had never seen her like this.
Her eyes were completely dazed, unfocused, veiled by a thick mist, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Her cheeks were flushed as if about to drip blood, the redness extending to the tips of her ears and her neck.
Her lips were slightly swollen, moist and glossy. Her chest heaved violently. That pair of huge breasts, which I had lavished with attention, were covered in red marks and a sheen of moisture. The two nipples stood pitifully erect, red and swollen, enticing to the extreme.
"Mom..." I called to her in a hoarse voice, filled with desire about to explode.
Her unfocused gaze slowly settled on my face, her expression incredibly complex—arousal, shame, and a kind of... almost sacrificial tenderness.
I hesitated no longer. I abruptly stood up, quickly pulling off the T-shirt, pajama pants, and underwear that had long been in the way, throwing them on the floor.
My thick, hard cock, which had been about to burst, instantly sprang out, standing straight up in the air, trembling slightly with excitement.
The glans was purplish-red and shiny, veins coiling around it. Transparent fluid continuously seeped from the slit, forming a long, thin silver thread. Nearly twenty centimeters in length and considerable in girth, it looked particularly fierce and intimidating at this moment.
Mom's gaze involuntarily fell between my legs. When she saw that shockingly sized weapon, her eyes instantly widened, her pupils contracting. A clear flicker of fear—and perhaps a barely perceptible hint of desire?—passed over her face.
Her body trembled lightly again, and it seemed more love fluid was secreted between her legs.
"I... I can't hold back anymore, Mom," I panted, kneeling between her legs, the burning tip of my cock almost touching her lower abdomen.
Suddenly, a crucial question occurred to me. Fighting the urge to enter immediately, I asked somewhat frantically, "Mom... at home... do we have... condoms?"
Mom was taken aback, seemingly not expecting me to ask this at such a moment.
Her gaze drifted, her cheeks reddening further. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's, tinged with embarrassment. "N... no need... Mom today... is in the safe period..."
Safe period?
That means... I can go in directly?
This realization made my blood boil, but another thought surfaced.
"Then... then I'll help you take off your panties." I looked at the small black fabric still hanging at her waist, already dampened by a small patch of love fluid, my voice urgent.
Mom didn't speak, only compliantly, with some effort, slightly lifted her hips.
My hands pulled at the sides of the panties. My fingertips could feel the soft, elastic warmth of her buttocks beneath the fabric.
I gently pulled them down, and she cooperated by lifting her hips.
Soon, the last bit of covering was also removed by me and tossed onto the bed beside us.
The dark wet stain on that small black fabric was particularly noticeable. I even, as if possessed, picked it up and brought it to my nose, taking a deep breath.
An intense scent, mixing her body fragrance with a lewd aroma, instantly rushed into my nostrils—cloyingly sweet, musky. It made my lower abdomen tighten, and my cock swelled another size.
"You... pervert, An'an..."
Seeing my action, Mom was mortified with shame, turning her face away, scolding me coquettishly. But her voice was soft, lacking any deterrent power, sounding more like flirtation.
I casually tossed the panties back onto the bed, my gaze returning to her body.
Now, Mom lay completely naked on my bed, beneath me.
She seemed somewhat shy, yet also somewhat resigned. She actually actively spread her long, fair, jade-like legs wide apart, then hugged her own knees, bending her legs, completely opening up her most secret territory to me.
A standard, inviting M-shaped leg spread.
My gaze, greedy, almost worshipful, fell between her legs.
Then, I froze.
Mom's... there... actually...
Had no hair.
Not a single strand.
Not stubble left after shaving, but a naturally smooth, delicate expanse of snow-white skin.
The mons pubis was full and rounded, like a small, tender white bun, beautifully shaped.
And right in the center of that snow-white bun was a tightly closed, exceptionally pink little slit.
This was... Mom's honey pot?
My mind buzzed, recalling a term I had occasionally glimpsed on those messy forums before—naturally hairless.
Pink, tender, full, and clean.
The slit in the middle was very small and narrow, an extremely pale pink, like the most delicate flower petals tightly closed.
Due to the earlier arousal, the area around the slit had become moist and glossy, shimmering with enticing wetness, but it remained tightly closed, the inner shape not visible.
My first thought was actually... so small?
I looked down at my own vein-throbbing, thick, fierce cock, then back at Mom's tightly closed, seemingly just-a-line small slit.
An incredibly strong contrast and a desire to conquer, mixed with disbelief, washed away the last shred of my reason.
I came out of such a small place?
And now... I'm going in?
This thought made me shiver all over, unable to tell if it was fear or extreme excitement.
I didn't hesitate for a second. I couldn't wait any longer.
I crawled forward, kneeling between Mom's widely spread legs, bringing my head close to that mysterious garden.
As I got closer, the complete details of Mom's honey pot were presented more clearly before my eyes.
That full mons pubis, that smooth, hairless snow-white skin, that slightly indented pink slit in the middle.
Up close, I could smell a stronger, more intense, sweetly musky feminine scent, mixed with the fresh fragrance from her bath, forming a unique, aphrodisiac-like hormone.
My breathing became hot and ragged, the hot air directly blowing onto her most sensitive, shameful part.
Mom's body jolted violently. That originally tightly closed small slit seemed to quiver slightly from the stimulation of my scorching breath. An even more crystalline, viscous love fluid slowly seeped out from deep within the slit, moistening the surrounding area, making it even more shimmering with wetness, lewd and enticing.
Seeing that glistening fluid, I couldn't hold back any longer.
Imitating what I remembered from those videos, I stuck out my tongue, tentatively, gently, licking the top of that narrow, moist slit.
"Mmm...!"
Mom's body jerked violently as if electrocuted. The hands holding her knees clenched tightly, nails digging into her flesh.
The wet, hot tongue touching her most sensitive, vulnerable part—that unfamiliar yet intense stimulation made it impossible for her to control her body's reaction.
My tongue first moved clumsily up and down along that slit, like a puppy lapping water, from the top where a slightly raised, already hard little nub was, all the way down to the slightly damp entrance at the bottom.
Her taste... salty, musky, yet with an indescribable, uniquely her sweetness.
The love fluid kept coming, making my tongue slide more easily.
I tried, pressing the tip of my tongue against that tightly closed slit, wanting to push inside.
But... it was too tight.
Mom's labia, though already wet, still instinctively tightly wrapped around and guarded the most secret entrance.
My tongue could only circle outside, occasionally managing to pry open a tiny gap, probing in just a little, touching the even warmer, wetter, incredibly tender soft flesh inside, but would immediately be clamped even tighter.
"Haah... don't... tongue... mmm..."
Mom's voice now carried a sob, the sound of pleasure piling up to overload.
One hand slipped from her knee, weakly clutching the bedsheet beneath her. The other hand covered her mouth, trying to suppress the increasingly uncontrollable, intermittent, delicate moans.
Aided by the slippery, copious love fluid she was secreting, my tongue finally found an opportunity to push harder into that slit.
This time, overcoming some resistance, it went in a bit more.
The tip of my tongue could clearly feel that inside was a completely different world.
Hot, humid, tight, incredibly smooth, with layers upon layers of folds.
My tongue, like a little exploring snake, clumsily flicked up and down inside, brushing against the tender flesh walls above the vagina, also touching the deeper sensitive spots below.
"Ah... there... mmh... gently... lick gently..."
Mom's body tensed like a fully drawn bow, her waist helplessly arching upward. Her honeyed entrance clenched even tighter around my tongue, gushing more love juices until my chin was soaked.
I buried my head and worked tirelessly, my tongue tirelessly thrusting, licking, and swirling inside that warm, tight passage. Occasionally, I'd find that small, hardened nub at the top and flick it rapidly with my tongue tip.
Every time I touched there, Mom's whole body would shudder violently, letting out high-pitched cries, and love juices would gush out as if she'd lost control.
I licked like this for several minutes, until Mom was almost completely spent. Her honeyed entrance was a soaked mess, the love juices even flowing along her butt crack onto the bedsheet. My tongue and chin were covered in her slippery, sticky fluid.
I finally lifted my head and knelt upright.
My cock was painfully swollen, almost ready to burst, the glans red and purple, continuously dripping pre-cum.
I gripped my own burning, thick, hard shaft with my hand, pressing the wet, sticky glans against Mom's equally wet, slightly parted, tiny entrance.
From all the licking, it was no longer completely closed, revealing a glimpse of crimson, moist inner flesh, like a delicate, dew-covered flower bud waiting to be plucked.
My breathing was ragged, like a bellows. Looking down at Mom beneath me—her eyes dazed, her body flushed red, almost unconscious—I mustered all my strength to force out an extremely hoarse question from my throat:
"Mom... I... can I go in?"
Mom seemed to be pulled back from the heights of passion by my sudden pause and question.
Her misty, tear-glazed eyes looked at me, filled with arousal, shame, and a hint of... helplessness?
She opened her mouth, her voice soft and hoarse, carrying the sweet, sticky tone unique to lovemaking: "At... at a time like this... you're still asking..."
"I just want an answer from you, Mom."
I stubbornly looked at her, sweat dripping from my forehead and landing on her snow-white belly. "Even if you tell me to stop now... I... I'll listen to you."
I said this with unusual seriousness.
Even though the desire in my body was screaming wildly, a corner of my heart still hoped this was her clear, completely voluntary choice.
Mom looked at my face, covered in sweat and longing, and heard my request filled with respect, even humility. Her eyes flickered intensely.
Struggle and guilt flashed within them, but in the end, they were covered by something deeper, softer.
Lying on the disheveled sheets, she slowly, completely, opened her arms to me, and also completely spread her long, pale, jade-like legs.
Like a flower in full bloom, waiting to receive the dew.
Her damp eyes looked at me, her swollen lips slightly parted. In a breathy voice, yet with absolute clarity, she uttered the words that made my soul fly and my blood boil:
"Come in, An'an."
Her voice trembled with shyness, yet also carried a gentle, determined resolve, as if burning her bridges.
"Mom... wants you."
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