My Aroused Mother Can't Stop My Hands ♥♥ (3)
"Uh... should I... put it in...?"
"Nn, hah... nn, yes..."
Permission came soon enough. My cock, which had been gripped in Mom's hand, slid gently free.
I slid down along her body, took hold of both her legs, and pulled my hips in. It was a euphoria unlike anything while she'd been frozen still. Watching Mom want me of her own will—nothing forced about it—was driving me out of my mind.
"Nn. S-Son, slowly. Hah..."
"Yes."
Between her plump buttocks, I slowly pressed the head of my cock against her. The reddened petals, flipped open and trembling, clung stickily to my glans.
A warm sensation. The slick, velvety feel of her swallowing and squeezing the whole head spread through me, and I watched as the hole opened in the exact shape of my tip, my cock sliding slowly through it.
My forty-four-year-old mother—and yet her impossibly fresh pussy began gulping down my cock, greedy for it. The narrow hole stretched to its limit in an instant.
"Ahhh, ahh! Nnnh! ♥♥"
A moan burst out of her, soaked in excitement. I pushed slowly up to the base, feeling the grip of Mom's pussy now that she was truly awake. The sensation of being rubbed while pressed flush against her, slick and springy at once—even I couldn't hold back a moan at the firmness of a hole every bit as tight as Sena's virgin pussy.
"Nn, it's been a while since you've... put it in, hasn't it? Right...?"
"Nn, yes. Nnnh!"
Only then did I look at Mom's face—wrecked beyond recognition. Her eyebrows drawn together until they nearly touched, her lips bitten as if enduring the ache, her nose scrunching tight, and her breathing gone abnormally ragged. She was completely consumed by excitement.
So Mom had a face like this in her.
"Now, hoo... I'm going harder."
Seeing her like this made me curious just how much further she could come apart. I pushed in the rest of the way until our bodies met, rubbed my coarse hair against her lips, and told her. She nodded along with a moaning breath.
"Nnh. Nnnh."
Pow! Thud!
"Ngh! Nnnh! Ahh—ahh!"
Thud! Pow! Thud! Thud! Thud!
With that nod, I began fucking her in earnest. Each deep thrust hammered the firm flesh deep inside her, and when I pulled back, her lower body heaved as though dragged up along with me.
"Ahh—ahh! Aahh!"
Her breasts surged up as if to strike her chin, wobbling like they might shake right off her. I pressed my chest down against their heavy weight and covered her body with my own.
And I kissed her.
"Mmm. Mmph, hah."
"Hah. Mmm."
Suck, slurp. Mwah, mwah, suck... Below, I kneaded into her; above, I kissed her with all the sticky devotion of a man truly in love. When I gently sucked and fondled her tongue, she too exhaled a hot breath and took my tongue in return, sucking it softly.
The kiss with Mom burned like one between lovers reunited after years apart. How had I never known this about Mom before? So pretty... and so delicious...
Pop! Pop! Pop!
"Nnh! Nnnh! Nn! Hah, nn!"
"Nnnh, hah..."
The moment our lips parted, all the moans she'd been holding came pouring out. Listening to the rougher cries spilling over my head, I feasted on her breasts. When I took her swollen nipple fully into my mouth and crushed it under my tongue, her heavy breasts heaved, mounded up like hills.
I heaped her other breast into my palm and drove my hips harder. Thud-thud! The deeper the fucking went, the more blue veins rose along her arched, tipping-back neck. I ground her nipple between my front teeth and crushed the other one caught between my fingers.
When I squeezed and fondled them hard enough to burst, her already-quivering body shook as if sobbing. At the convulsions I could feel deep inside her pussy, I hurriedly stilled my hips—then pressed my thumb down hard on her twitching clit.
"Ah! Aah-ahh!"
At that, Mom, her face crumpling as if about to cry, rocked her hips against me. And with my hips slamming into hers, the buried cock churned her hole more savagely than ever.
"Ahh! Aah! M-Mom! My body! S-Something's wrong with it! Nnnh!"
"M-Me too. Nnnh."
"Mom, I'm—I'm gonna cum! Ahh, nnh!"
"M-Me too! Nnnh!"
"Aahh!"
The way she trembled was a little different from the convulsions before. Soon the pussy gripping my cock contracted on an entirely different level, then swelled its walls as if to spit me out the very next instant—a sensation like a hand clamping down and wrenching tight. And at the end of it, her hole spouted up a transparent fountain.
"Kyah! Nnnnh!"
"Hah, nnh!"
Her pussy went into full spasm. Clamping down on my cock as it gushed and gushed, it wrung me past all endurance—and my pistoning cock began to spill inside her.
"Aahh-ahhh! Aah-ahh!"
"Nn, ngh. Hahh..."
Every time her lower body thrashed, the buried cock retched up another spurt of hot cum. Her fountain was still arcing in little streams against my lower belly when, watching it, I emptied myself into her hole at the very same moment.
"I-I'm sorry! Nn! I'm sorry, Son! Hahh, ahh!"
"Hnnh, nnh!"
Even after the torrent had sprayed itself dry, her fountain wouldn't stop. I pressed my thumb down tight over the hole that kept dribbling water.
"Ah!"
When the flow was dammed up, the flesh around her clit swelled like a water balloon. I stared at the bizarre sight for a moment, then lifted my fingers—and her hole squirted in quick little bursts like a water gun.
"Nnnh. Nn."
"I... I came too, Mom..."
"Haaah..."
Mom couldn't answer. Soon her eyes slid gently shut. She didn't seem to have lost consciousness—her closed lids still trembled, her lower body still quivered with the aftershocks, and her pussy, still belching up fluid, showed she remained entirely in excitement's grip.
Was she just pretending not to know?
'I just fucked my mom. That's insane.'
Or was she thinking the exact same thing I was?
As the heat drained out of me after finishing, reality crept back in. That was probably why Mom, sprawled beneath me with her pussy bared, suddenly felt so impossibly unfamiliar.
"......"
I didn't call for Mom again. It seemed right to simply slip away in silence.
'It's still only eleven...'
I slipped out of the house without so much as washing up. Funny how hungrily I'd fucked her—now that it was over, there was no wiping away the embarrassment. She'd bent over backward for me all this time just so I'd accept her as my mother.
Insane. I'd clearly been bewitched by something.
"Whatever. Forget it for now. Stick to the plan."
So I headed straight downtown and slipped into the alley behind the shopping district. The loan sharks' other establishment—an illegal adult arcade. I'd been here once before, back when I was paying off my debt.
Dim lighting, arcade machines packed shoulder to shoulder. Middle-aged men swearing and howling as they fed in chips, cigarette smoke packing the room so thick you'd think the place was on fire. But it was there that hope had first flickered for me. Behind the counter where they exchanged chips, a great hulking safe had been sitting in plain view.
'Shit. Everything's still here.'
When I pushed open the arcade's unmarked door, the smoke that had been trapped inside billowed out like a cloud. I strolled in naturally, sat down at an empty machine, and surveyed my surroundings.
'Ah, right—it's the weekend.'
There were more people than last time. Just as I was thinking I'd picked the wrong day and might do better to scope things out and come back later—
"If you're not playing, give up the seat."
"Oh, sorry."
I rose at the older man's words, but couldn't tear my eyes from a woman in the distance.
'What is that. Why is a girl like her working here?'
A woman with a rabbit-ear headband was making her rounds with a tray of coffee balanced on it, her face set in a permanent scowl. Pure attitude on her face, but an outfit so revealing it created a strange dissonance. Anyone could see she was being made to do this. And yet there was something oddly alluring about the whole picture.
Besides—
'She's fresh-faced.'
A face still green, as if she'd only just crossed into adulthood.
'She got dragged in here because she couldn't pay off her debt, didn't she?'
There was no other way to explain it.
'What the hell is with that bastard.'
Just then, a passing middle-aged man gave her ass a casual squeeze. The woman yanked her hips back in a hurry and snapped at him. The man just grinned and lifted the hand that had touched her to his own nose, savoring it. And the woman, wearing a face that said she was sick of this, left her post without a word of real protest.
'What is this. That's sexual harassment...'
Contrary to what I'd expected, nothing happened. It was simply everyday life here. Or maybe—just maybe—it was the loan sharks' way of doing business.
Come to think of it, it wasn't the weekend drawing the crowds. The customers had multiplied because of her.
"Can I get some chips exchanged?"
"Over there."
"Oh, thanks."
'Even cuter up close.'
Wanting an excuse to talk to her, I'd approached and asked, then promptly turned away at her frosty reply and headed for the exchange booth she'd pointed to. A counter slapped together out of plywood—and beyond it, I could see the safe I'd laid eyes on before.
'Still there. Good.'
Having confirmed the safe with my own eyes, I turned my attention back to the woman. I watched her hand over the drinks she'd carried off and collect the payment. Ten thousand won in cash—no change passing hands, either way.
That man, too, gave the woman's ass a couple of pats as she turned to leave.
'Should I get a feel of it too...?'
This time, instead of a question, something else rose up in me. A woman still so green it was as if she'd only just shed her school uniform. I found myself wondering just how springy that ass of hers might be.
"Excuse me. How much is the coffee?"
I called out to her as she headed back toward the counter.