Chapter 4: Mom’s High Heels

I got up suddenly, and my overreaction scared Mom. I lifted her up roughly, and she half-knelt in front of me with her back facing me.

I held her waist with my left hand and pushed the bottom of her cheongsam to her waist. Looking at the square pad shape of the panties tightly wrapped in the one-piece black stockings, I held the huge penis in my right hand and rubbed her vagina desperately.

But the hardness of the pad made me uncomfortable. Mom also noticed this and tightened her legs. Fortunately, Mom had shed a lot of saliva on it when she was giving oral sex just now.

The friction between the penis and the legs made a “hissing” sound. Because the saliva was not very lubricated, I didn’t dare to thrust too hard. I just slowly inserted it deeply and then pulled it out completely.

Both hands pulled Mom’s arms, pulling her towards me and pushing her out.

The lack of lubrication and the friction of the stockings doubled the stimulation of my glans, and soon I felt like ejaculating.

No, I can’t ejaculate. God knows if my mother will let me do it again after I ejaculate. So I came up with a good idea, “Mom, put on your high heels, okay?”

“?”

Mom gave me a side face and didn’t say anything, but hooked my leg with her right foot and signaled me to continue.

I looked at my mother’s lustful and crazy look, and felt an extreme sense of conquest. I didn’t care about her feelings, pulled out my penis, let go of her arms, put her on the bed and walked out directly. I searched in the shoe cabinet for a long time before I found a pair of white high heels that my mother didn’t usually wear.

I walked into the house with them and found that my mother was lying on her back on the bed rubbing her breasts. I thought, “If she wasn’t my mother, how good it would be. She’s really lustful. But it doesn’t matter whether she is my mother or not.”

Catch the two dishonest little feet and carefully put on shoes for them.

Red cheongsam, black stockings, white high heels, the visual stimulation is very warm.

I lifted my mother’s legs on my shoulders, held her knees with both hands, stacked them together, inserted my penis into the base of her thighs, and started the primitive twitching again.

My hands grasped my mother’s two jade legs, stroking them, and changing their positions and angles. To satisfy the touch of my penis. After rubbing for a while, I heard my mother’s slight moan, so I held one of her jade legs with one hand and spread them apart. The white light reflected by the white high heels above slid out a graceful arc.

The mother under me grabbed her breasts with both hands and squinted her eyes. Seeing my gaze, she let go of a huge breast with her right hand and reached out to grab me in the air, as if to signal me to give it to her quickly.

I handed her my left hand holding the jade legs, and my mother grabbed my hand and pressed it against her breasts and kneaded it hard.

So soft, so big.

Is this the breast I had breastfed when I was a child?

I leaned forward to spread my mother’s legs apart, and rubbed her vagina vigorously with the base of my penis, just like the final sprint of making love and reaching orgasm, and my body moved back and forth quickly.

“Ah, um, um...” Mom also let go a little, and her voice was accompanied by my rubbing.

The jade legs in white high heels and black stockings were bent and swung in the air, and her breasts were changing into various shapes because of my strong grasping and pinching.

“Mom, I’m going to cum.”

My throat seemed to be pinched, and I couldn’t make the original sound.

“Don’t, don’t.”

My mother, hearing that I was going to ejaculate, pushed me back and immediately knelt down, and my penis, which was half-kneeling on the bed, was held by my mother in her mouth, and her head was swinging back and forth, sucking her favorite treasure.

But I was not satisfied with this shallow tolerance. I held my mother’s head with both hands and pulled it back. The whole penis sank into her mouth, accompanied by her retching. When I pulled it out, there was a clear “gulp”.

But my mother didn’t seem to hate this action. She put her hands around my waist to reduce some buffer.