Chapter 16

“Well, honey, I feel you, so comfortable...” Mom started to encourage Dad again. She moaned and swayed her peachy buttocks slightly to find her pleasure. Her two big breasts dangled in the air.

Seeing Mom trying so hard to please Dad, I suddenly felt sad for Mom, but at the same time I was glad for Dad that he could marry a perfect woman like Mom who could handle both business and cooking.

I lay on the ground and watched my beloved Mom kneel down to beg Dad for her favor. I couldn’t help but feel jealous.

Even my dad couldn’t stop my subconscious from feeling jealous.

Even though I was determined to maintain the mother-son relationship first, and I knew that this was normal sexual intercourse between husband and wife, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss.

I have imagined their sex countless times, and I have no psychological barriers. I just feel excited and hope that I can replace my father. But the first time I saw my mother and father make love, the emotions I felt were beyond my control. All my feelings were negative.

However, what can I do? Even standing outside the door and peeping is a sin, and it is not allowed by law. I can only watch my beloved mother and father do what they love, and can only watch my mother abandon all her dignity to please my father and enjoy herself under my father’s crotch. I have no position to stop my father and mother from having sex, and I have no reason to stop a wife from doing her best to please her husband during sex.

While I was fantasizing and complaining about myself, my father seemed to have found the feeling. He increased the speed of thrusting. My mother’s plump, mature, perfect body and big, firm breasts were all catering to my father’s conquest. The slight moan in her nose became louder and louder.

Mom struggled to maintain her balance, her knees bent to match the height of Dad’s penis, her perfect thighs close to Dad’s crotch, she lowered her waist and tilted her head, her hands covering her knees to maintain the center of gravity of her body, a pair of huge breasts bouncing and swinging on her chest.

I felt uncomfortable for Mom when I saw this posture, but Mom never tired of it. She didn’t forget to encourage Dad and praise his bravery between her moans.

I couldn’t help but envy her, and unconsciously thought how great it would be if I were Dad.

I will do everything I can to make Mom comfortable, and I will let Mom enjoy the sex I give her in the most comfortable position. Thinking about it, my body couldn’t help but rub against the stairs with my penis.

Dad suddenly patted Mom’s buttocks and pulled out his wet cock. Mom stood up straight and lay on the bed, raised her two beautiful legs and spread them open, and the pubic mound between her legs was completely exposed. From a distance, Mom’s beautiful and charming paradise had a high bulging white pubic mound, a circle of sparse pubic hair surrounding the vagina, and a bright red crack.

I only looked at the ecstasy between Mom’s legs for less than a second, and Dad’s buttocks blocked my view. Then Mom told me with a high-pitched nasal voice that Dad had inserted into her vagina.

Their seamless cooperation made me jealous. A pat on the buttocks made the two of them change positions in tacit understanding.

Seeing Dad’s buttocks start to move and Mom’s legs start to shake, I couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. What’s so good about Dad’s buttocks?

Dad stood on the carpet and thrust for a while, as if he didn’t feel good enough, he lifted Mom’s legs and went to the bed.

Dad squatted between Mom’s legs, his legs clamped around Mom’s legs. He leaned over Mom, but didn’t lie down completely. Mom’s legs were on Dad’s shoulders, supporting his upper body.

At this time, I finally saw the whole picture of their intercourse. Dad’s weight pressed Mom’s legs, making Mom’s peach buttocks leave the bed and hang in the air. The dark cock penetrated Mom’s flesh hole from top to bottom, making Mom’s flesh hole look so white. The flesh hole tightly wrapped Dad’s cock in an O shape, and the bright red flesh was turned out from time to time during Dad’s thrusting.

This posture seemed to save Dad a lot of energy. The strength and amplitude of his waist and hips were much greater than before, and from time to time, a “pa pa” sound was made, and the sound seemed to be accompanied by the sound of water.