This was too troublesome, and... that feeling of almost going in, almost coming out during the in-and-out, though also pleasurable, wasn't satisfying enough.
I pulled Mom's waist closer, leaning to her ear, and whispered my idea.
After hearing it, Mom rolled her eyes at me in the darkness.
But she didn't object.
Just very, very slowly, bent over in front of me.
Her hands braced on the rough, cold concrete step.
Then, her knees also knelt down.
On all fours.
Like a... female beast waiting to be completely possessed.
This posture made her plump, rounded buttocks arch even higher, her waist sinking down, forming an irresistibly tempting curve.
That damp, slightly swollen entrance to her honey pot was facing me, completely exposed under the dim light.
Still gently opening and closing, exuding glistening fluid.
My throat bobbed. I stood behind her, guiding my painfully hard cock back to that sodden entrance, and sank my hips down—
"Mmm…"
Mom let out a long, satisfied sigh.
The entire thick, lengthy shaft filled her again, the fullness making her body tremble slightly.
"Mom," I said, lying on her back, my lips against her ear. "This is faster."
Mom didn't speak. She just began to crawl upward, using her hands and feet.
I followed her rhythm and began to move.
She climbed one step, and I, behind her, thrust into her, pushing her, following her up one step.
In this position, our bodies remained tightly connected.
My cock was buried deep inside her, rhythmically rubbing and thrusting within her hot, tight passage with each of her crawling movements.
As she crawled forward, her buttocks swayed back, bumping against my lower abdomen.
As I thrust forward, the head of my cock hammered heavily into her deepest part, pounding against her delicate cervix.
"Slap… slap… squelch… slap…"
The sound of flesh slapping, mixed with wet, sticky noises, echoed rhythmically in the empty, silent stairwell.
Mom crawled very slowly.
Partly because she was tired.
Partly… because I was thrusting too deep, moving too fiercely.
Each thrust made her body lurch forward, her arms going weak.
"Haah… An… An-an… slower… Mom… can't crawl anymore…"
She panted, pleading in broken phrases, her voice tinged with tears.
Sweat trickled down from her temples and neck, soaking the thin back of her nightgown.
In the dim light, I could see her pale buttocks swaying left and right with each crawling motion. In the middle of that wet gluteal cleft, my thick, hard cock appeared and disappeared, thrusting in and out, bringing out more glistening, sticky, milky fluid.
That fluid, mixed with her arousal and the semen I had shot inside her earlier that hadn't fully drained, meandered down the skin of her inner thighs.
Dripping.
One drop, two drops.
Falling onto the dusty gray concrete steps.
Leaving behind dark, irregular little dots.
From the floor we were on, all the way up, intermittently, forming a wet, licentious trail.
In the air, the smell of dust, sweat, and the strong, musky scent of mingled male and female fluids from our joining intertwined.
"Mom, we're almost there," I panted heavily, thrusting as I looked up.
I could already see the small iron door leading to the rooftop at the top of the stairs ahead.
Victory was in sight.
I moved even more vigorously.
My hands gripping her waist, each thrust went deep, as if I wanted to shove my entire self into her body.
"Ah! Ah… you're… you're hitting it… the womb… you're going to pierce through it…"
Mom was being thrust into incoherence, her arms shaking violently, almost unable to support her body.
Her honeypot contracted and clenched like mad, sucking on my cock. A flood of her arousal gushed out uncontrollably, flowing down from where we were joined, making the area between both our legs a slippery, muddy mess.
Finally.
The last step.
Mom practically scrambled up on all fours.
I followed, stepping onto the final step.
We stopped before that rust-speckled iron door.
Mom completely collapsed, her upper body lying on the cold concrete floor, only her buttocks still raised high because of my deep penetration.
She gasped for breath in huge gulps, drenched all over, as if just pulled from water.
I was also exhausted, lying on her sweaty back, my cock still buried inside her, feeling the pleasurable spasms and sucking of her honeypot after her climax.
We rested for a few seconds.
I pulled out my cock.
With a *pop*, a large amount of turbid fluid followed.
Mom's body shuddered, and she let out an unconscious whimper.
I stood up, pulled the limp Mom to her feet, and supported her.
Then, I pushed open the unlocked iron door.
*Screech—*
The rusty hinges let out a piercing grating sound.
The night wind, carrying the city's characteristic nighttime coolness and clamor, rushed against our faces.
We walked out.
The rooftop was empty, open.
In the distance was the sprawling, brightly lit city nightscape, like an overturned river of stars.
Nearby were clotheslines, abandoned flowerpots, and the cold concrete ground.
The night wind lifted Mom's sweat-dampened long hair and the hem of her nightgown.
Leaning against me, she looked at the scene before her, her eyes somewhat vacant. Then, slowly, she turned her head to look at me.
Her face still bore the unsubsided flush, but the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.
"We're here."
She said.
Her voice was very soft, carrying the hoarseness and fatigue after the act, and a kind of… indescribable relief.
I held her tighter and kissed her sweaty forehead.
"Yeah."
Mom softly responded in my embrace, then took a step back from my arms.
The night breeze pressed her thin nightgown against her body, outlining the full curves of her chest and the delicate dip of her waist.
She turned her back to me, hands resting on the cold iron railing.
Then, slowly, very slowly, she bent over.
Presenting to me completely those plump buttocks that had just endured my fierce pounding, still glistening with our mixed fluids.
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