Chapter 35

“Hmm ... Hmm ... William, be gentle ... ah ... ah...”

The “aunt” under me turned into my mother in the blink of an eye. I, who had dreamed of this scene countless times, couldn’t help but get excited. You know, since I awakened my sexual consciousness in the second year of junior high school, I have regarded my mother as the object of my sexual fantasies. There are many secretly taken photos of my mother’s back and side profile in the private album of my mobile phone. I don’t know how many lonely and unbearable nights I have spent.

Now I have achieved my wish inexplicably. No matter what the outcome is, it is worth it even if I die in this life.

I slowly leaned down, supporting my mother’s body with both hands, admiring her shy appearance, which was undoubtedly teasing to her. She treated her son as her husband when he was young. My mother stretched out her hand and twisted my arm hard. Looking at the blush on my mother’s cheeks, the white and round breasts on her chest swayed up and down rhythmically with the thrusting, but they could not jump freely under the restraint of the black lace bra.

So I put my hands through my mother’s back, unbuttoned her bra, and threw it aside. The two big and white rabbits were free and jumped wantonly on my mother’s chest.

“Slow down ... ah ... ah ... did you hear me? Um ... um ... um...”

I took advantage of the opportunity when my mother was talking and instantly increased the speed of thrusting. I hit her hard, and the glans hit the protruding tender flesh like raindrops. My mother grabbed my wrist with one hand and the bed sheet with the other hand. Her head swayed unconsciously from side to side, and she kept moaning.

Seeing my mother’s unbearable appearance, I became more and more motivated. The thick cock went in and out of the honey hole quickly, and the honey juice splashed everywhere with the thrusting, flowing all over the bed.

My mother’s body was sometimes arched and sometimes relaxed, sometimes tensed and sometimes tight, her waist and hips were pressed by the pillow under her body, her snowy belly was bulging, and the cervix seemed to have a suction force, sucking the glans while squirting water out.

I knew that my mother was about to climax, so I quickly pushed my penis to the bottom, with the glans against the center of the flower, grinding hard.

“It’s coming ... it’s coming, William ... ah...

My mother twisted her body, grasped my arms with both hands, and suddenly lifted her upper body upward. The tender flesh in her vagina tightly wrapped around the penis. After a stalemate for a moment, she fell back on the bed, and the honey in her vagina rushed out like a flood.

Suddenly, a strong impact force pushed my penis out, and then a transparent water column rushed up, which made me stunned. The water column sprayed for seven or eight seconds before slowly stopping. Both of my mother’s thighs were wet by the water flow, and the sheets under her were even wetter than before. Basically, except for the area above my mother’s waist, The remaining half of the bed sheet was soaked, and my chest was also sprayed with juice from my mother’s water column, flowing along the belly groove and lower abdomen to my penis.

After my mother sprayed the water column, her body suddenly softened and she collapsed on the bed.

Seeing my mother panting and looking a little absent-minded, I became more and more excited. It turned out that my mother, who was cold and majestic outside, also had normal women’s needs, and her physique seemed to be quite special. She could spray so much water, and this was obviously not her limit.

I leaned over and lay in front of my mother and asked, “Mom, are you comfortable?”

Mom’s cheeks flushed, she opened her eyes slightly, and looked very shy, as if she didn’t take my name to her seriously at all. Maybe Dad liked to call her like this when he had sex with Mom before. I could only think of this possibility.