Pure Love with Training My Too Pretty Mom - Is It Possible? Chapter 62 (63/169)
I crushed Mom's tits, twisting and rubbing her nipples between my fingers while kissing her lips, then sucking on her earlobes to keep stimulating her increasingly feverish body!
"Mom's pathetic pussy! Cum your brains out! You premature little cunt that squirts nonstop and climaxes without even getting fucked by a dick!"
"Just gripping my cock has you shaking and gushing pussy juice everywhere!"
I couldn't stop myself from spewing all the filthy things I should never say to Mom!
"Ahm~ I dunno~"
Mom started writhing, rubbing her thighs together, her flesh grinding as she bucked her hips left and right.
Even weird fart-like sounds—queef queef—were leaking from her pussy.
Damn, I couldn't believe it!
I wasn't even touching her down there—just a few dirty words!
Well, okay, I was getting a handjob,
but I never dreamed she'd get this worked up in this state...
Ahhu~ I was dying to cum too,
but blowing my load right into Mom's palm felt too embarrassing.
I had to hold back...
But her palm was scorching hot.
Not just her palm! Her earlobes, nape, cheeks—all burning up.
That's when I heard something.
I snapped out of it and glanced out the window— a few people were passing by up ahead.
The sides were tinted, so no visibility there,
but through the front windshield, the inside must've been pretty visible...
Whatever! So what if they saw? It wasn't full-on car sex,
though damn, I wanted to car fuck Mom!
Just like last time when I hypnotized Sis and titfucked her boobs,
I wanted to rub my cock all over Mom's tits while she was fully aware like now, and blast my cum deep in her cleavage!
Then shove my spent dick into her mouth for a cleanup blowjob!
Aah~ Driving me insane! For real~
But, whoa—
One of those people up ahead was heading toward our car.
Looked like their car was parked nearby.
No way I could keep this up.
I straightened up in my seat, gripped Mom's hand that was still holding my cock tight,
and turned the ignition.
The sudden engine roar made Mom flinch; she opened her tightly shut eyes.
I hit the gas and pulled out.
Mom looked totally dazed~
Like she'd just woken from a trance, staring blankly out the window with that hazy expression...
Her face and neck were beet red, her whole body looking puffy and swollen.
Her panties were probably soaked!
I wanted to check how wet, but that damn pedestrian killed the mood completely.
Mom's warm hand slipped away from my crotch.
I drove out of B3 parking, past B2, up to B1.
Only then did Mom snap out of it, buttoning her blouse and smoothing down her hiked-up skirt, fixing the wrinkles.
She hadn't even hooked her bra...
The cups were covering her tits anyway, so she was just leaving it unclasped, clearly.
Once we hit the road, I grabbed Mom's hand tight with my right.
Her whole body was still flushed; her palm scorching.
Her left hand, the one that had been jerking my cock moments ago!
It had been slick with precum, but she'd wiped it on her skirt hem—now it was all clean and dry.
What was Mom thinking right now?
She must be mortified,
but surely replaying the feel of gripping and stroking my cock with her own hand.
Mom was way more comfortable with me now.
We hadn't done full car sex,
but we'd kissed, I'd groped her tits to my heart's content,
and I'd even gotten her to touch my crotch. Success.
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"Mom, you hungry?"
I asked out of the blue, trying to get her talking.
She looked like she'd exerted herself a ton...
Me too...
Somehow, I felt starving after going all out like that!
"Hungry? Nah~ I ate dinner earlier, what're you talking about~"
Surprisingly, Mom answered calmly and demurely.
What the—
I figured she'd snap at me for the nonsense again...
Maybe she'd calmed down from that intense heat in the car...
Her face even looked more relaxed than I expected.
"Mom~ Isn't it nice I came to pick you up?"
"What kinda talk is that? I couldn't even finish work properly because of you... Don't pull that crap!"
There it was, the classic Mom reaction.
Her left hand was still clasped in mine.
"Mom, you were so hot back there~"
I probed gently, watching her reaction.
"Hot what?"
Mom played dumb again.
"When we were kissing and I was groping your tits in the car~ Your skin was all flushed red; you looked insanely sexy."
"What~ Don't lie! Sexy my ass..."
Her stock response was a bit different from before.
She used to flip out just at the word "sexy," but now she was saying it herself.
"Mom, you were so sexy kissing me back and letting me play with your tits!"
"Eom! What nonsense! How could you pounce like that in the company parking lot? It's a building with offices—what if someone we know saw?!"
Classic Mom scolding.
"There was no one around~ Admit it, the kiss felt good, right? For you too..."
I pushed relentlessly.
"Eoma! Who said that? I felt nothing!"
Mom's reply was kinda cute.
Way different from her old stone-faced denials.
"Mom, didn't it tingle when I groped your tits? Be honest!"
"What're you even saying? I told you, it was nothing."
Her face flushed red again.
"Mom, your tits are perfect, nipples all perky and firm, body like a work of art! You know that, right?"
"Stop with that! I don't know anything about that~"
"Like hell you don't! You know you're gorgeous!"
"I really don't!"
"You're playing coy!"
"I'm not~"
"And you grabbed my crotch earlier! How was it?"
Finally, the question I wanted to ask.
"Huh? What're you talking about?"
This time, Mom totally blanked.
"Mom, don't you remember holding my dick while we kissed?"
"Eoma! Eoma! You're gonna get us in big trouble talking like that! I don't know~ I was out of it! Don't bring it up—it's bad luck!"
"Mom, you gripped my crotch for ages!"
"Why are you like this? I don't know! Drop it!"
Nice~
I squeezed her clasped hand again.
Mom squeezed back, matching my grip.
Some kind of connection flowing through our hands...
My heart swelled with love.
I wiggled my fingers, stroking the back of her hand to convey my burning feelings.
Mom gently squeezed and fidgeted back.
My adorable Mom~
The Mom who panted wildly while clutching my cock~
Pretending ignorance, but her tone and expression were softer, cuter than before.
How would it feel if those plump red lips sucked my dick?
Aah~ Just imagining it was too much to bear!
We were almost home now.
About five minutes away...
Even while driving, the lingering sensation of her palm on my crotch haunted my throbbing cock.
I never knew a light grip could feel this euphoric~
I tugged her clasped hand toward me a bit.
Mom let me lead without thinking, her arm following.
I pulled it onto my thigh.
My heart went doki doki~
Filthy thoughts racing through my mind, building a new tension.
I gripped her hand and slid it higher, up to my side.
A little more toward my lower belly, and her hand would brush my bulging crotch.
Whether she knew my intent or not, Mom kept entrusting her hand to me.
Back relaxed against the seat...
At a stoplight, steeling myself, I guided her hand over my tented pants.
The feel of her hand back transmitted straight to my crotch.
My heart in my throat—jittery~
Tension so thick my chest tightened.
Her hand stayed put, so I rubbed the back of it left and right against my cock shaft.
Mom flinched, her grip tightening as she tried yanking it back.
I held firm, pressing harder to keep her hand pinned down.
She started struggling, grunting to pull away.
My intentions were crystal clear now.
"Mom! Just stay still!"
I had to threaten her.
"No~ Don't~ Stop it!"
Mom sounded firm, fully aware.
"Just hold still! Like earlier~ You were holding it then!"
I demanded outright, emboldened.
"That was then~ We're almost home, stop~"
Mom pleaded softly, like coaxing me.
"Just grip it lightly~ Like before!"
"No way~ Why do you keep doing this to me?!"