The Aroused Mother Can't Stop My Hands♥♥ (1)

"Aahng! Uuugh!"

Moans in a tone completely different from how she'd been talking just moments before.

That wild, unrestrained voice rang out again and again from beneath the covers.

At the same time, her pussy clenched down tight.

Power surged through the hole that had already been squeezed to bursting, gripping my shaft so hard it felt like the root might be torn clean off.

From that gaping, biting pussy, a thin stream of love juice tinged with blood drooled steadily down.

"Aah! Wh-what! Who are you! Ugh!"

Anyone would have been terrified—but her voice carried no fear, only fury. Her struggles to break free grew even more violent.

I lifted the bound wrists she'd poked out from under the covers, pressing them against my shoulder until they ached, and pinned the blanket down hard with my other hand.

"Ugh!"

Her body, which had been bucking up and down, twisted side to side from the pain.

My buried cock pistoned in and out of its own accord with every wild jerk of her body.

"You crazy bastard!"

"Ungh, hh... "

A voice edged with venom.

It frightened me a little, but the addictive squeeze of her pussy around my cock wouldn't let me bring myself to stop the time freeze.

No—forget stopping, I began pumping back and forth into that hole thrashing left and right.

Fwoosh, fwush, fwoosh, fwush!

After the last threads of blood had dripped away, her pussy was left soaked and smeared ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠entirely in white nectar.

Her swollen clit and labia.

The red inner flesh exposed where they'd been flipped slightly inside out, and even the puckered asshole clenching and unclenching furiously beneath.

With a sight like that, impossible to tear my eyes from, the last shred of conscience buried somewhere in my chest flew right out the window.

This might be the last day it ever works.

It was the thought I always came back to.

The app could vanish at any moment, without warning.

And remembering that put fresh strength into the thrust of my cock.

I launched straight into a savage pounding. Smack, smack! SLAM!

"AAAH! Uuugh! L-let go, let, go of me, ugh! Aahng!"

The body that had been fighting me froze dead still under the relentless friction.

And in its place came a ferocious convulsion.

"Ggghk! Uuu! Aahng!"

Is she coming?

Her heels lifted off the bed and her plump ass shook like mad.

Feeling the vibration echo all the way inside her pussy, I slapped my hips against hers again and again, refusing to stop.

Slowly descending, her body went limp, as if every last ounce of strength had drained out of it.

She's completely... gone.

A body so sensitive that just this brief fucking had sent her over the edge entirely.

The way she came apart was so perfectly virgin-like that I caught her sagging ass in my hands and pushed through the final sprint.

Smack, smack! Her thick ass, flushed raw from the friction, glistened all over with the smeared fluids.

Ungh, I'm close.

Shlp!

I pulled my cock out of her blissed-out, unconscious hole just in time.

And in that instant—

The trembling, swollen head of my cock erupted, spilling rope after rope of cum.

Thick, creamy globs splattered wetly across her thighs, clinging there before slowly oozing down.

That was good.

"Haaahng... hah... "

A moan drained of everything, like she might simply collapse.

Listening to her moans beneath the covers, I slowly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lifted my hands from her ass.

Her body sank down slowly along with the blanket.

"Uhh... "

Unbelievable...

I'd worried for a moment—what if she'd been ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠faking it?—but Sena was far more wrecked than I'd imagined.

Half-conscious—no, her pupils were rolled almost entirely out of focus.

Her tongue poked out slightly, drool trailing in a string from the corner of her mouth down her chin.

Her body shivered without her permission.

How could the girl who'd climaxed on my cock not be adorable?

Take care of me from now on too, little sister.

To finish, I grabbed her perky little ass and spread it open.

The love juice pooled inside her hole came sliding out in a slow stream.

We'd gotten a bit closer lately, sure—but watching my sister, who'd spent all these years treating me like a stranger, lying there so utterly defiled stirred something strange in the corner of my heart.

Now, what do I do? Wait for the thirty minutes to run out? Because then I'm screwed...

Then a thought struck me.

Only now remembering the situation, I hurriedly checked my phone.

Thankfully, the special function didn't seem to require me to wait for time to resume.

I tapped it immediately.

Sena's toes, which had been twitching faintly, went perfectly still.

There we go. Thank god.

I checked the remaining time.

Then I wiped her down clean below and returned her to her original spot.

A little while later.

"Haaa... "

"Uhh... oh my. Sena... "

"Ah... Mom... hah... what was that...?"

"Hm? U-um, wh-what's wrong, Sena...?"

"There was... uhh, someone in here..."

"Huh...? U-uh, get up. Sena."

The two voices drifted over to me.

Barely able to hold herself together, Mom was tending to the collapsed Sena—I could picture it perfectly.

Each of them cradling the other, both desperately hiding the lingering heat still throbbing between their legs.

I really should have been in there with them.

Their expressions right now—I was dying of curiosity to see them.

"Hah, M-Mom... there was no one here, right...?"

"Who on earth would there be...?"

"Mom, were you here the whole time...?"

"Yeah... why? Sena, what's the matter?"

"Mom, I need to go to the bathroom."

"Okay. Go ahead... uhh."

"Mom, why are you like that...?"

"N-nothing. It's nothing..."

"Okay..."

Two voices, both as if holding their breath.

Listening to them, I eased the wardrobe door open a crack.

Once Sena headed for the bathroom, Mom struggled to lift herself up.

She soon returned to the master bedroom. I shut the door in a rush.

"Honey..."

"Yes?"

"It's stuffy in there, isn't it? I'm sorry."

"I'm fine."

Before long, the door I'd just closed opened again.

Through the narrow gap, Mom's flushed face peeked halfway in.

The way she bit her lower lip, trying to contain her ragged breaths, was maddeningly sexy.

"Then just bear with it a little longer. I'll come out soon."

"Okay. I'm fine, really."

"Thank you. Uhh."

Click.

She still hadn't come down from the aftershocks.

She clamped her thighs together hurriedly and shut the door.

Maybe she'd been too distracted—

The door, never quite latched, slid silently open again on its own.

And through that gap I saw Mom from behind, yanking her pants and panties down in one motion.

Is she... inspecting her pussy?

She must have sensed something was off, because there she was, checking herself.

Squatting awkwardly, she angled a hand mirror up at her crotch. When she bent her knees to find the right angle, the defenseless crevice of her ass was exposed completely, her asshole on shameless display.

Sena was probably examining herself the exact same way right now, wasn't she?

I'd just come, but my cock was already twitching back to attention.

"Something's wrong with me... uhh... why does my body feel like this..."

She gave her clit a light touch and murmured under her breath.

Even just her own fingers seemed to send a jolt through her—her spread, bent legs trembled visibly.

"Mom, I'm heading out."

"Okay. Sure."

There we go.

Her mind had to be a tangled mess, yet she'd accepted the situation like a mirage that had simply dissolved.

And once Sena left, Mom slowly turned her body around.

I quickly pressed my head back down.

"Oh my, the door was open?"

"Huh?"

"Oh—no, nothing."

My back pressed deep against the wardrobe wall as the door swung open, my body wedged upright behind it.

Her wide-open eyes narrowed at once into a little smile.

Relief, it seemed, that she hadn't been caught.

I smiled back at her, and only then slipped out of the wardrobe.

"Should we call it a day? You must be tired, honey...?"

"Nope. Mom, there's still something really important left."

"Really? Then... what should we do? Should I go back up?"

It was obvious she didn't mean a word of it.

The way her face lit up at my answer was all the proof I needed.

You wanted to keep going, didn't you.

Her body, still craving the touch of my hands, reacted before she could—as she spoke, she climbed onto the bed.

Her face flushed red all over again.

She lay down flat on the bed almost right away.

"My top doesn't... need to come off this time, does it...?"

So that's why she was blushing—she'd been dying to ask.

Cute.

"Nope."

I nodded and lifted her knees up, bending them.

Her ass rose slightly off the bed, as if it had been waiting for this.

She's desperate to have them taken off.

I slid her pants down and, pretending to resume the massage, rubbed her thighs.

As I did, I checked her pussy. The puffy, swollen mound pressed up boldly against her panties.

I pushed both my thumbs in toward it.

"Uhh..."

My hands grew bolder.

When my fingers, now close to her pussy, brushed gently along the edges, her hips flinched.

"Honey..."

"Feels good, right?"

"U-uh, yeah..."

Her eyes had closed at some point, and her eyelids were trembling.

Sure as anything, the her of right now wouldn't refuse anything.

Trusting in that alone, I slowly narrowed the gap between my two thumbs.

The closer my fingers drew together, the more I felt the molten heat pooled with her slack, softened flesh.

The smell of pussy. So good.

A musky scent I hadn't been able to savor during the time freeze kept stinging my nose, over and over.

Drawn in by it, I lowered my head deeper and rubbed the inner curve of her groin.

And then, before long—

"Aahng... unh."

I dragged my fingers straight across her clit.

At my fleeting touch, her hips clenched tight and quivered.

"That good, huh?"

"U-uh, it feels amazing..."

"Glad to hear it."

I'd asked just to gauge her reaction, and she'd given me the most positive answer possible.

Her pussy stroked, and she calls it amazing.

It was as good as begging me to play with her pussy however I pleased.

I narrowed my thumbs again and swept them up in one long stroke, from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her labia all the way to her clit.

Shlick.

"U-uhh..."

My hand pushed up with a little more force this time.

Her hips rose a little higher, then dropped, bouncing off the mattress.

"Shall we focus down here for a bit?"

"Hah, uhh..."

Then, boldly, I peeled her panties aside.

Her plump, swollen pussy was revealed in full.

Still slightly parted, as if the memory of my cock lingered there, her lips glistened, drenched in pearly fluid.

A rich, deep wave of her scent rolled up and hit me all at once.

"You're okay with this, right?"

"U-uh, yeah..."

Gazing down at her pussy, I pressed my joined thumbs upward in one slow push.

The plump mounds of flesh pressed together squished and rippled beneath my pressure.

At the same time, from the hole now gaping a little wider, a thick stream of fluid came sliding down.

"Haaahnng, uuugh."

Mom's ragged moans rose right along with it.