Hearing this, Mom just gave me a coquettish, sidelong glance.
That look, shimmering with moisture, carried a hint of helplessness, and a touch of... resigned indulgence.
She didn't say anything, turning around with her back to me.
One hand gently braced against the cool wall, the other slowly lifting the hem of her skirt.
The soft, beige fabric was rolled up bit by bit, revealing the plump, snow-white mounds of her buttocks beneath, and the damp, slightly parted pinkness in between.
She lifted the skirt to her waist, holding it there.
Then, she looked back over her shoulder, her profile showing, the corner of her mouth curling into a faint, almost doting smile.
"Really, I can't do anything with you."
She said softly, her voice impossibly tender.
After saying that, she deliberately swayed her hips, making those two rounded mounds of flesh sway before my eyes.
The damp entrance of her honey pot gently opened and closed with the movement, squeezing out another drop of transparent love juice, glistening under the light.
"Fuck."
I instantly hardened to the point of pain.
The last shreds of reason in my mind were burned away completely.
I bent down to pick up the pants I had thrown on the floor earlier, and without looking, tossed them straight into the apartment.
Then, with a backhand motion, I pulled the security door shut.
*Click.* The lock engaged.
We were completely locked outside.
In the hallway, there was only the stark white light from the motion-sensor lamp overhead, and the two of us.
Hearing the door close, Mom's body trembled almost imperceptibly, her hand on the wall tightening slightly.
But she didn't say anything.
I eagerly stood behind her.
My hands grasped her smooth waist, fingertips sinking into the soft flesh.
I first felt between her legs.
Unbelievably wet.
Love juice mixed with the semen that had flowed out earlier, making the area around her inner thighs sticky and glistening.
Holding my already painfully hard, vein-throbbing cock, I rubbed the large, burning-hot glans a few times against her slippery entrance.
It immediately contracted sensitively, oozing more fluid.
Then, aiming at that slightly parted, tender red slit, craving to be filled, I sank my hips—
*Squelch.*
The wet, slick sound was especially clear in the silent hallway.
The entire thick, hard cock plunged in to the root, instantly enveloped and tightly squeezed by layers of hot, slippery, tender flesh.
"Mmm...!"
A short, muffled groan escaped Mom's throat, her body lurching forward from my thrust, her forehead pressing against the wall.
I gasped in pleasure, sucking in a sharp breath.
So tight.
Even though we'd just done it once, she was still unbelievably tight inside, especially that ring of soft flesh at the entrance, gripping my shaft tightly, sucking so hard it made my scalp tingle.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back slightly, making our bodies press closer together.
My cock buried itself even deeper in her hot, tight passage, the glans firmly pressing against that delicate bundle of soft flesh.
"Mom..." I breathed heavily against her ear, "Let's go."
Mom took a few seconds to recover before softly humming an "Mmm" in agreement.
Then, her hand on the wall exerted a little force, and her body began to slowly shuffle to the left, towards the direction of the stairwell.
She moved a step, and I followed.
Our bodies connected, our steps staggered.
Every time she lifted her leg and I followed with a step, the cock buried inside her would be pulled and rubbed due to the misalignment of our strides.
The glans scraped against the sensitive folds of her inner walls, sending waves of fine, electric-like pleasure.
"Mmm... hah..."
Mom's breathing clearly became ragged, her panting growing heavier.
Where our bodies joined, with each step, *slap slap* muffled thuds of impact sounded.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the empty hallway, sounding exceptionally clear and lewd.
The tips of Mom's ears turned red. She turned her head and shot me a reproachful glare, her voice extremely low, "Gently... don't get us caught..."
Seeing her look both shy and scared, the mischievous thoughts in my mind grew stronger.
But I also knew now wasn't the time to fool around.
"Okay, I'll be gentle, Mom," I agreed verbally, and indeed slowed my movements a bit.
And so, in an extremely slow, extremely awkward, yet extremely intimate posture, we shuffled step by step towards the stairwell.
Mom walked with difficulty.
With my thickness still buried between her legs, every step churned and rubbed it inside her.
She had to try hard to clamp her legs together to keep it from sliding out too much, but couldn't use too much force either, or the swollen glans would scrape even more uncomfortably.
I could feel her getting wetter and hotter inside.
Love juice gushed out continuously, lubricating our joining, making each thrust smoother, more... *squelchy*.
We finally shuffled to the area between the elevator and the stairwell.
To the left was the closed elevator door, to the right the fire door to the stairwell.
Just as Mom reached out to push open the heavy stairwell door—
*Ding.*
A crisp arrival chime suddenly came from the elevator on the left!
Immediately followed by the *creak* of the elevator doors slowly sliding open.
Mom and I both froze simultaneously!
Our hearts felt like they were suddenly clenched, instantly leaping into our throats!
"Fuck!"
Someone really is there!
Mom's body instantly tensed like a rock, her honey pot also suddenly tightening, fiercely gripping my cock.
I could even feel the soft flesh of her cervix tensely sucking upwards, almost making me cry out.
I reacted extremely quickly, my arms tightly wrapping around Mom's waist, almost half-carrying her, and with the fastest speed, sharply swerved to the side—
*Creak—*
We bumped open the slightly ajar fire door to the stairwell and tumbled into the pitch-black darkness behind it.
Cool, dusty air instantly enveloped us.
Separating us from the stark white light of the hallway outside, and any potential prying eyes.
"Huff... huff..."
We both gasped for air simultaneously, our hearts pounding wildly in our chests.
My back pressed against the cool, rough concrete wall, holding in my arms Mom, who was weak all over and trembling slightly.
My glans was still buried deep within her innermost depths, and because of that violent movement just now, it went deeper than ever before.
Almost pushing open her delicate cervix.
"Mmm... uh..."
A suppressed, pained groan escaped Mom's throat, her forehead pressed against my collarbone, her body spasming slightly.
She was squeezing too tightly inside, the hot, tender flesh writhing and contracting frantically, massaging my cock, like countless little mouths desperately sucking.
Footsteps sounded from outside.
*Tap, tap, tap...*
It was the sound of high heels tapping on the tiled floor, crisp, rhythmic.
Getting closer.
Mom and I looked at each other in the darkness.
Though we couldn't see each other's faces, we could feel the other's tension.
I shook my head slightly, mouthing soundlessly: *It's okay.*
Mom tightened her arms around my waist, burying her face deeper into my chest, not daring to make another sound.
The footsteps stopped near where we had just been standing.
Then, I heard a woman's voice, tinged with confusion, muttering to herself:
"What's that smell?"
It was the female neighbor from next door.
Mom said she works at a 4S car dealership, dresses quite fashionably.
My heart tightened again.
Mom's body also instantly stiffened.
The woman sniffed, then her voice grew heavier:
"This... is this semen? Pussy juice? Tsk... what a slutty smell."
She paused, her tone turning sharp:
"Don't know which shameless slut did this right at someone else's doorstep. Really fucking shameless!"
The cursing was harsh.
In the silent hallway, every word was piercingly clear.
I felt Mom's body in my arms tremble violently.
Not from fear.
It was a tremor mixed with... shame, embarrassment, and some strange stimulation.
Her honey pot, inside me, uncontrollably tightened another notch.
Sucking so hard I almost couldn't hold back a moan.
I was getting pissed.
Fuck, who is she cursing?
I leaned close to Mom's ear, whispering with suppressed anger, "Mom, should I rush out and beat her up?"
"Don't..."
Mom immediately clung tightly to my arm, her voice trembling badly but firm, "Don't be impulsive."
She paused, lifting her face.
In the darkness, I could vaguely see the moist glint in her eyes.
Then, I heard her say in a tone nearly self-abandoning, tearful yet laughing lightly:
"She... she's not wrong."
"I am a slut."
"Otherwise... how could I... have sex with my own son?"
I was stunned.
I didn't expect her to say that.
Usually, Mom, even when I made her wildest in bed, would still maintain some semblance of a mother's and decent woman's dignity off the bed.
Now...
Was she too stimulated? Or... had she completely let go?
"Mom," I licked my dry lips, my voice a bit hoarse, "You're so slutty."
Mom didn't refute it.
In the darkness, pressing against my body, she gently swayed her hips.
My cock, still buried deep inside her, churned within her hot, tight passage with the grinding of her buttocks.
"Don't you like it?"
She retorted, her voice light and seductive, with a hook.
"I like it," I answered almost without hesitation, "I like it to death."
After saying that, I couldn't help but tighten my arms around her waist, exerting a little force with my hips, thrusting upwards.
Just a few thrusts.
The amplitude was small, but in this tense environment, every slight thrust brought stimulation magnified countless times.
"Mmm... mhmm..."
Mom immediately covered her mouth, stifling the moan in her throat.
But her body honestly pushed back in response, her buttocks hitting my lower abdomen with each thrust.
Outside, the female neighbor seemed to have cursed enough.
She stood there for a few more seconds, muttering a few more obscenities under her breath, then I heard the sound of a key turning in a lock.
*Bang!*
The security door next door was slammed shut.
The hallway returned to silence.
We waited in the dark stairwell for a while longer.
Until we were sure there was really no more movement outside, then we both let out a long, deep sigh of relief simultaneously.
Our tense bodies instantly went limp.
I patted Mom's sweaty, smooth buttock, whispering, "Let's go, Mom."
Mom hummed an "Mmm," adjusting her posture.
We turned, facing the stairs.
In the stairwell, only the green emergency exit sign at the base of the wall emitted a dim glow.
Barely enough to see the rough concrete steps, one after another, extending upwards, disappearing into deeper darkness.
Mom lifted her foot, stepping onto the first step.
As her leg raised, her hips were naturally squeezed.
This posture made the already tight honey pot even more constricted.
The flesh walls pressed in from all sides, tightly gripping my cock, especially when I followed her upwards, that sensation of being scraped by layers of slippery, tender flesh...
"Hiss..." I sucked in a breath from the pleasure.
Then, Mom lifted her other foot, stepping up as well.
She was completely standing on one step.
While I was still below.
This height difference caused my cock, buried deep inside her, to be pulled out a segment due to the change in angle.
The glans scraped over her sensitive inner walls.
"Ah..." Mom let out a small moan.
I followed her up.
My cock, using the momentum, *squelched* back in deeply, hitting the deepest point.
Then, Mom went up to the second step.
My cock was pulled out a bit again.
I went up, thrusting back in.
After repeating this a few times, I got a bit annoyed.
--------------------------------------
Hello guys, do support me in patreon: patreon.com/FloppyQueen
Here you'll have access to 50 chapters.
Your support means a lot to me. Thank you.