Chapter 43: Bedroom… (Part 2; R18)

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"Ah... please... mmm... be gentle... ah... I can't... mmm..." Compared to the earlier slow movements, the sudden violence made Mom even more uncomfortable. Normally, she couldn't withstand the invasion of my large cock, let alone being forcefully penetrated from behind.

Mom immediately wanted to struggle and sit up, but her hips, which were the centre of gravity, were pinned down by me. She could only barely prop up her upper body, but as I thrust in again, that bit of strength instantly dissipated, and her previously propped-up body heavily fell back onto the bed.

"Mmm... it feels so good..." It wasn't just Mom; even I couldn't help but moan. Mom's buttocks were like jelly, deforming and being forcefully squeezed with each thrust. But as the shaft withdrew, it rapidly returned to its original shape with extraordinary elasticity. The ease with which I pulled out was effortless, almost being bounced out. I just needed to focus on each insertion and enjoy the pleasure brought by her beautiful buttocks.

"Ah... no... oh... don't... mmm... anymore... mmm... it's uncomfortable..."

Was it really uncomfortable?

Mom was well aware that the answer was no.

On the contrary, it was incredibly pleasurable. Every thrust reached the deepest depths, each one filled with such violent force. Coupled with the thick and long shaft, any woman would be unable to bear it, let alone Mom, who didn't have much sexual experience.

The purpose of saying so was only to avoid facing the physical response. Her beautiful buttocks were completely out of her control, raised high to accommodate the man's violation. From the side, it was clear that her hips had been lifted to a considerable height, enhancing her already perfect figure, making it even more enticing. Mom blushed so much that she looked as if she were about to bleed, wishing she could find a hole to hide in, secretly hoping that I would stop briefly.

However, the increasingly rapid thrusts forced Mom to dismiss this unrealistic idea. Her perky and raised buttocks seemed to be actively cooperating with my violation. Mom didn't know where she found the strength; she wanted to push me away.

The smacking sound of her buttocks being pounded was incessant.

'No more... This oppressive feeling is so uncomfortable... But why does my body feel so good... So suffocating... I want to scream...'

Mom's mind was blank at this moment, and the only signal she could receive was the pleasure spreading throughout her body.

"I... mmm... can't take it anymore... want... ah... coming... ah... ah!!..." The arrival of the climax made Mom unable to hold on any longer. She clenched her fists tightly and, in the last moment before screaming, buried her pretty face deep in the pillow to muffle the sound, exerting all her strength to release the exhilarating sensation of orgasm.

Judging by Mom's reaction, this climax must have been more intense than ever before. Her calves bent and hit my back, her feet strained, enduring the agony.

I had to temporarily stop and wait for Mom, whose body was convulsing, to relax. After about ten seconds, when Mom's calves fell back onto the bed again, I knew that her wave of climax had completely passed.

But while Mom was satisfied, I wasn't yet. My hard cock was on the verge of explosion, and even with a brief pause, it had become extremely engorged. Only by ejaculating could I find release.

I didn't give Mom much time to rest. I forcefully pulled her hips and lifted Mom up. Mom instinctively propped herself up, allowing me to do as I pleased.

When Mom regained her senses, she found herself kneeling on the bed like a dog, with her honeyed passage dripping and embracing a large throbbing cock. Even her mysterious anal region was exposed without any reservation, with no secrets left on her entire body. She presented her delicate figure perfectly to the man behind her.

"Gulp..."

As I watched my mother in this state, I nervously swallowed my saliva. Which man wouldn't appreciate such a posture? Seeing his woman kneeling before him, raising her buttocks high, eagerly waiting to be violated. It's a posture that no man can resist. Although it wasn't initiated by my mother, it didn't hinder my sense of excitement. I held onto my mother's waist, creating a perfect curve with her hips, and then forcefully thrust deep inside.

"Ah... Mmm..." An enticing moan instantly escaped, and my mother quickly covered her mouth, supporting herself with one hand on the bed, enduring in agony. This was likely the first time my mother had been penetrated in this position while fully conscious. This unfamiliar posture completely subverted her understanding of lovemaking. If being pinned down earlier only made my mother feel oppressed, without a trace of resistance, this time, in addition to the humiliation of being manipulated, there was even more shame.

"Mm, ah... Uh... Mm, mm, mm..." The intense thrusting made it impossible for my mother to speak, but she couldn't contain her moans. Not to mention resisting, she could barely support her own body.

My mother could only choose to cover her lips, passively enduring it all. I gripped my mother's hips and began a rapid thrusting motion, of course, not without satisfying my own desires.

Looking down at the point of connection between my cock and her pussy, I could feel how her tightness strained against my large cock. With each thrusting motion, the semen filling her uterus seeped out drop by drop along the junction, staining my mother's entire private area and raised buttocks white.

My own pubic hair, thick and dishevelled, was also tainted white. And with each thrust, the viscous white semen formed threads, like venom, sticking between our lower bodies, exceptionally sticky.

No matter how intense the impact, it wouldn't break apart. I increased my pace, and with each forceful thrust, my mother would emit a moan through her clenched teeth.

Following the frequency of my thrusts, my own moans quickened as well. The sounds of our bodies colliding and my mother's moans echoed throughout the entire room.

Continuing like this for about ten minutes, my mother desperately endured the pleasure coursing through her body. Unconsciously, her raised buttocks grew higher, drawing a perfect curve with her waist. The pleasure caused her head to tilt back, and her flushed face was filled with an expression of pain. But it wasn't pain at all; it was pure ecstasy. From her slightly squinted eyes, it was evident that my mother had fallen into a hazy state, unable to bear the overwhelming pleasure.

"Mm... Mmm... Mm, mm... Ah... Mm, mm, mm..."

Moan after moan, each one louder than the last, proved that my mother had completely surrendered. Her entire body was filled with a tingling sensation. Despite having strength, she couldn't control herself and could only passively endure this ultimate pleasure.

"Mm... Ah... Uh..."

With one final forceful thrust, this ten-minute-long collision came to a halt. My mother's body tensed up, her neck raised high, forming a 90-degree angle with her body, as if she had endured a tremendous impact. Her throat emitted continuous gasping sounds. I could feel a large amount of her love fluids surging against my glans, exerting immense pressure, as if urging me to withdraw and release that uncontainable lustful liquid.

Receiving this signal, I didn't hesitate. I forcefully pulled out my cock. In an instant, without the obstruction of the large cock, a mixture of nectar and white semen surged out. My legs and the bedsheets weren't spared; they were soaked entirely, and the remaining small amount of love fluids slid down my mother's thighs. Of course, there were some mischievous droplets that clung to her fair and tender thighs, unwilling to leave, resulting in my mother's legs being covered in lustful fluids and white semen.

My mother, in that instant, lost all her strength. She couldn't support her own body anymore, and her head fell heavily onto the pillow, while her powerless arms rested by her side.

If I hadn't been holding onto my mother's waist, she would have probably collapsed onto the bed.

Even though my mother was exhausted and didn't want to move anymore, I still didn't want to let her go. Even if I did, my little buddy, who hadn't found release yet, wouldn't agree. As I massaged my mother's beautiful buttocks, I said, "Mom, you squirted just now."

My mother didn't know what squirting was, but she knew what she had just experienced. Perhaps it was what every woman longed for—a moment that felt like reaching heaven and couldn't be put into words. "Mm... I didn't..." Having already experienced multiple orgasms, my mother was too exhausted to deny it.

She simply laid there motionless, not even caring about her raised buttocks, longing for a good rest, feeling like she had no energy left to even move her lips. But fate had other plans.

When her dripping wet honey pot was penetrated once again by the large cock, my mother felt despair. "Mm..."

Even though she didn't want to say a word, my mother let out an alluring moan once more.

'Can't I just rest for a bit... I feel like I'm going to die...'

My mother complained in her mind, reaching her hand back in an attempt to push me away.

"Mm, mm... That's enough... Ah... Let me... Mm... rest... for a... Ahh..."

I ignored my mother's pleas and instead grabbed her wrist, pressing it against her raised buttocks, and continued thrusting.

"Slap, slap, slap!"

This time I thrust even harder. My mother's upper body lay flat on the bed, while her lower body remained in a kneeling position, with her beautifully raised buttocks facing me. This made my thrusts more convenient, with a larger area of impact, and the crisp slapping sounds filled the room.

"Ah... Ahh... Ha... Ah... Hah, ahh..."

With the increasingly forceful thrusts, my mother's moans gradually transformed into passionate cries. Although my mother didn't want to make such sounds, each time my member penetrated her, she couldn't help but let out a moan.

All my mother could do was try to reduce and muffle the sound to prevent my father, who was behind two doors, from hearing.

"Mom, do I make you feel as good as Dad does?" While gripping my mother's hand to force her to maintain the kneeling position, I aggressively continued to pound her overflowing honey pot, teasing her with my words.

"Ah... Hah, ahh... Mm, mm... Uh... Ah..."

As expected, my mother avoided the topic and continued moaning to herself. I definitely wouldn't let my mother off so easily. Humiliation through words was also part of the training process. Although I hadn't used it much on my mother before, I wanted to increase the intensity of our training, and this aspect was essential. I grabbed my mother's other arm and secured both wrists at her waist. At the same time, I could press down on her waist, making her buttocks arch even higher. My other hand reached for her pair of huge breasts.

"Mmm... Ahh... Mmm... Don't... Ahh... Mmm, mmm..."

As I kneaded her sensitive breasts, my mother instantly resisted. However, with her wrists under my control, all she could do was clench her fists, unable to break free.

While searching for her pink nipples, I asked once again, "Do I make you feel good, or does Dad?"

Facing such a question, my mother tightly bit her lips, refusing to speak. But from the blush on her face, visible beneath her hair, it was clear that she couldn't hold out much longer. When I finally found her stiffened nipple, I couldn't wait and lightly pinched it with my fingers.

"Mmm, ah... Hnn, mmm..."

Her sensitive nipple was teased by my fingers, and my mother involuntarily moaned. The sound was intoxicating to my ears, and it felt as if my bones were melting. My hard cock trembled, on the verge of losing control and erupting. I had to slow down the thrusting, dampening the urge to ejaculate.

But I increased the force when penetrating, and the pressure of my hand intensified. I was determined to make my mother say what I wanted to hear.

"Hmm? Tell me, who makes you feel good in the end?"

I temporarily stopped thrusting and focused all my attention on my mother's beautiful breasts, particularly her pink cherry.

With the teasing from my fingers, it grew even more erect. Unable to bear the overwhelming pleasure, my mother struggled to break free. But with her wrists restrained and her waist firmly held down, her movements seemed more like actively shaking her raised buttocks. It almost made me lose control and climax. My cock grew even harder, on the verge of eruption.

Sensing this, my mother quickly stopped struggling and pleaded, "Let go... It hurts..."

I didn't know if it really hurt, but I knew that I would be an idiot if I let my mother go. I slightly increased the pressure in my grip, asking once again, "So, who makes you feel good?"

My mother still didn't respond. She turned her head to the side, biting her lip tightly. But she knew that she couldn't hold out much longer. She felt a mix of pain and pleasure in her nipples, spreading throughout her entire body, particularly in her intimate area, where my throbbing cock was unable to penetrate, gradually becoming numb and itchy.

'It's so itchy... I want him to move...'

My mother knew exactly what I wanted. As long as she spoke and said things I wanted to hear, I would help relieve her itch.

'I'll just let him have his way now... And when the time comes, I can say it was because of the pain and that I had no other choice. Yes, that's what I'll do.'

With an excuse in mind, my mother pursed her lips, mentally prepared herself, and slowly spoke, "You... make me feel good..."

"Hmm? What was that?"

My mother's response was quite sudden. I thought she would hold out a bit longer, but she ended up complying. Moreover, her voice was too soft, almost like a cat's. If the room wasn't relatively quiet, I wouldn't have heard it at all.

Feeling that I still had her nipple in my grasp, my mother reluctantly repeated, "You... make me feel good..."

This time her voice was slightly louder. Though it wasn't much louder than a mosquito's buzz, it was at least clearer. But I had no intention of letting my mother off so easily. Instead, I withdrew my cock, leaving only the glans, and then slowly inserted it, pulling it out when it was three centimetres in, repeating this torturous process, inch by inch, tormenting my mother.

My hand no longer merely squeezes the nipple; instead, it covers the entire breast as I vigorously knead it.

"What feels good to you?"

In this situation, my mother can hardly think. Although she knows that I am intentionally humiliating her, the slow thrusting of the meat stick inside her honey pot is not enough to satisfy her. Her whole body is even more restless than before, despite the itching and tingling sensation.

My mother wants to wiggle her buttocks to alleviate the discomfort, but her dignity as a mother prevents her from doing so.

Right now, my mother only wants to comply with my every desire, fulfill all my peculiar cravings, in exchange for intense collisions.

Moreover, now that we've started, my mother finds it less difficult to respond.

"What you're doing feels... um, ah..."

My mother's response satisfies me greatly, so as a "reward" for her, I forcefully thrust my entire length inside and vigorously pound her beautiful buttocks.

'It feels so good...'

At this moment, my mother's body feels unusually excited. Even though this fierce attack has nothing to do with tender affection, and despite her body being ravaged, her tight pussy slowly tearing apart as I penetrate it from beginning to end, my mother becomes somewhat obsessed with this dominant intrusion. She doesn't know when she started feeling this way, but she knows she can no longer refuse.

Just as my mother closes her eyes, waiting for the next brutal violation, the violent thrusting abruptly stops after a brief moment and returns to the rhythm of slowly penetrating with the glans.

"From now on, will you only do it with me?"

"Yes..." This time, my mother agrees almost without hesitation, and there is even some anticipation in her heart.

"Smack...!"

Indeed, I don't disappoint my mother. After getting the answer I wanted, I reward her again by forcefully plunging into her tight, wet pussy.

"Ah... hmm..."

"In the future, you will not let Dad touch you anymore, do you understand?"

"I understand..."

"Smack...!"

"Ah..."

"Say that you'll only let me do it."

This time, my mother doesn't answer immediately. Instead, she engages in a fierce internal struggle. Passive compliance could be reluctantly achieved, but speaking such words with her own mouth causes hesitation.

However, after hesitating, the half-exposed meat stick slowly entering and exiting her moist tunnel becomes too tempting for my mother to give up. She knows that unless she satisfies me, I won't give her more.

'Compared to the vigorous thrusts, it seems quite cost-effective to just say a few words, no matter how you look at it...'

"In the future... I'll only let you do it..." Just when I was becoming impatient, my mother finally spoke.

I almost passed out upon hearing these words, not from anger but from overwhelming excitement.

My mother, who used to be gentle, elegant, and virtuous, is now kneeling in front of me like a dog, saying that she'll only let me be the one. It's unbearable for anyone, including myself.

Abruptly, I lift my mother up, bringing her upper body almost upright. I cross one arm over her two large breasts, controlling her delicate figure. With the other hand, I cover her lips, and a new round of thrusting begins.

This position makes it impossible for my mother to maintain her balance. She instinctively grabs onto my arms, her beautiful buttocks involuntarily arching upwards, showcasing her perfect body, controlled by a man's embrace.

"Mm... Hnn... Mm-hmm... Mm-hmm... Mm..."

From this moment on, the sounds of heavy breathing and the union of our bodies fill the room, uninterrupted, continuing for a very long time...