The hem of her nightgown remained bunched around her waist, stuck there.
Thus, everything was laid bare.
Under the faint glow of distant city lights and the cool moonlight above, I could see everything clearly.
Between those snow-white, ample cheeks, that moist, slightly swollen slit was gently pulsing with her breathing.
Opening and closing.
Just like a river mussel breathing quietly under moonlight on the riverbank.
The tender pink hue, slightly parted lips, and glistening viscous fluid forming fine silvery strands at the entrance.
"Gulp."
I heard myself swallowing.
Then I saw Mom extend one hand.
That pale hand that usually trimmed flowers, now stained with our bodily fluids.
She gently pressed her index and middle fingers against her slightly swollen labia.
Her fingertips sinking into the soft flesh.
Then, slowly but firmly, she spread them apart.
Exposing the most intimate, crimson, moist flesh completely to the moonlight and night breeze.
That small, dark, constantly contracting and writhing opening was now fully visible to me.
As if breathing.
More like an invitation.
Mom turned her face sideways, moonlight illuminating her flushed cheek and those dewy, captivating almond-shaped eyes.
She curved her lips into an utterly seductive smile, her voice sweet and thick with the languid, wanton tone of complete satisfaction:
"Come on, An'an..."
She even used the hand spreading her labia to lightly scrape her contracting entrance, drawing out more glistening moisture.
"Inside Mom... feels so itchy..."
She licked her slightly dry lips, her gaze hazy.
"Need... An'an's big cock... to help Mom... relieve this itch properly..."
"Fuck."
My mind went blank with a buzzing sound.
All the blood in my body rushed downward instantly.
That already hard, engorged, swollen cock stiffened further, veins bulging.
I couldn't hold back any longer.
In one step, I closed the distance.
Standing behind her.
My burning, rigid tip pressed directly against her slippery, slightly parted entrance.
Mom let out a light laugh, her free hand reaching back to accurately grasp my thick, hard shaft.
Her palm was scorching hot, with slight calluses, and the moment she gripped me, pleasure shot through my lower back.
"So eager..."
While rubbing my sensitive corona with her thumb, she guided my tip to grind and circle against her muddy entrance.
Then, she pushed her waist forward, her railing-pressed buttocks backward, and suddenly thrust!
"Ahh!"
We both let out simultaneous moans of satisfaction.
The thick, long, burning cock slid smoothly along her slippery passage, driving deep, buried to the hilt!
The tip solidly struck her tender, soft cervix once again!
Reaching the deepest point!
"It's in... all the way in..."
Mom let go of my hand and instead gripped the cold railing tightly with both hands, tilting her head back as she let out a long, satisfied sigh.
"An'an... so deep... you're hitting Mommy's womb..."
I immediately placed my hands on her slick waist, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh.
No foreplay.
No slow build-up.
Mom's honey pot was already thoroughly slick from the previous semen and the continuous flow of her arousal—wet, tight, and hungrily sucking me in.
I directly held her hips and began a fierce, unrestrained thrusting!
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap—!"
The sound of my firm lower abdomen slapping against her snow-white buttocks echoed far into the empty rooftop, carried by the night breeze, sharp and clear.
Each impact made her body lurch forward, her chest pressing against the railing, deforming under the pressure.
"Ah! Ah! An'an! Harder! Fuck Mommy harder!"
Mom had completely let go.
No more restraint.
No more reservations.
All the shame, tension, and excitement built up earlier in the stairwell and over the phone now transformed into overwhelming desire and unrestrained cries on this unseen rooftop.
She threw her head back, moaning wantonly.
Her voice was high and seductive, mingling with her panting, scattered by the night wind.
"Your big cock... is fucking Mommy to death... so deep... hitting the core... Ah, ah, ah!... Faster! Yes! Just like that! Ruin Mommy's slutty pussy!"
Listening to her bone-deep, lewd moans, watching the snow-white waves of her buttocks shake violently with each of my thrusts, and seeing the mixed, sticky white fluid splattering from where we joined, I was so turned on my scalp tingled.
She really knew how to moan.
More seductive and real than any woman in any film.
It drove me wild.
I thrust faster and harder.
Each time pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, reaching the deepest point.
"Squelch... squish... squelch..."
The wet, sticky sounds were incessant.
Mom's honey pot was like an inexhaustible spring, gushing with transparent, slippery fluid under my fierce pounding.
This moisture gathered and was squeezed at our joining, then carried out with my next withdrawal, only to be splattered apart by our next violent collision, flying everywhere.
Splashing onto our lower abdomens and thighs.
Splattering onto the cold concrete floor.
A few drops even landed on the back of Mom's own hands as she braced against the railing.
The air was thick with an overwhelming, musky scent, mingling with the coolness of the night breeze.
I truly understood what it meant that "women are made of water."
Mom was especially made of water.
Her honey pot was a hot spring that had been thoroughly opened, gushing wildly.
"Mom... you're so wet..." I panted, thrusting my hips.
"It's all... all from An'an fucking me..." Mom turned her head, her eyes dazed, cheeks flushed, a smile playing on her lips, "My little husband... fucking your wife... till she's dripping wet... Ah! You hit it again!"
Her honey pot suddenly began to contract violently and irregularly, spasming.
The tender flesh inside frantically writhed, tightening around my cock, especially the soft flesh at the entrance to her womb, desperately sucking on the head of my penis.
The suction was so strong it felt like it would pull my very essence inside.
"An'an... Mommy... Mommy's close... going to climax... Ah, ah, ah! Quick! A little faster!"
Her voice was choked with sobs, her body began to arch uncontrollably upward, and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the railing.
I immediately quickened my pace.
My hips moved like a motor, driving into the deepest part of her with all my strength, each thrust fierce and relentless.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap—!
The sound of impact was as dense as a torrential downpour.
"Ah—! I can't take it! I'm going to die! I'm going to be fucked to death by An'an! I'm coming! Mommy's coming—!"
Mom let out a sharp, almost piercing scream, her body stiffened abruptly, and then began to tremble violently.
I felt waves of intense, pleasurable spasms and convulsions deep inside her honeyed passage, growing stronger and stronger.
Then, a warm, torrential liquid, different from her usual arousal, surged out from deep within her womb!
It drenched the tip of my deeply buried cock!
Squirting!
She was squirting!
I abruptly pulled my cock out.
With a wet, muffled pop, a large amount of murky fluid gushed out.
And then, I saw a sight that made my blood boil.
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