Mom clung desperately to the railing, her back to me, her waist arched inward, and her buttocks raised high.
Her wet, swollen entrance was facing the empty space beyond the railing.
At that moment, it was uncontrollably gushing out transparent fluid in increasingly intense waves!
Not flowing.
But spraying!
Like a small fountain.
Shoosh—!
The first jet was swift and forceful, arcing over the railing and spraying into the dark void below.
"Ah… Hah… It… won't stop…"
Mom trembled all over, her voice broken and intermittent, filled with the emptiness and disorientation that follows an intense climax.
Then came the second jet, the third…
One after another.
The transparent, slippery fluid, mixed with the remnants of my earlier release that hadn't yet been absorbed, was squeezed out from deep inside her by the violent contractions, splashing into the air before scattering.
Some landed on the edge of the rooftop with soft pat pat sounds.
Most of it, however, sprayed downward.
Under the moonlight and the distant city lights, the splashing liquid even reflected fragmented, lewd glimmers.
The intense spraying lasted for nearly a minute before gradually subsiding into intermittent trickles.
Mom was completely drained, her body sliding weakly downward, supported only by her arms gripping the railing.
Her snow-white buttocks and inner thighs were slick and glistening under the moonlight, coated with the fluid she had sprayed.
I smirked mischievously and moved closer, wrapping my arms around her limp waist from behind, my cock hardening once again as it pressed against her slick crevice.
"Mom," I whispered into her sweat-dampened ear, "you sprayed… so much. If there was anyone downstairs, they might have gotten a shower."
"You… you're still saying that…"
Mom weakly chided, too exhausted to even glare at me. She simply closed her eyes, letting the cool breeze wash over her hypersensitive body, raising goosebumps all over. "It's all your fault… for fucking me so hard…"
She rested for a few seconds, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, like a stranded fish returning to water.
I held her, helping her slowly turn around to face me, her back leaning against the cold, hard railing.
The moonlight outlined the curves of her body, her sweat-soaked nightgown clinging to her skin, accentuating the fullness of her hips.
Her nightgown was still bunched up around her waist, crumpled like a wisp of cloud.
The collar of her dress had long come loose, hanging askew and revealing a vast expanse of snow-white skin and the deep, enticing valley between her breasts, rising and falling with her ragged breaths.
Moonlight spilled over her flushed, sweat-sheened face, the fine beads of moisture glimmering faintly in the silvery light, creating a breathtaking allure mingled with exhaustion and abandon.
"Mom, do you want more?"
I pressed against her, my hard, burning cock nudging against the slick, wet heat between her trembling thighs, feeling the softness and warmth.
She lifted her damp eyes to meet mine, her gaze still hazy and unfocused from her climax, but more than that, there was a reckless, indulgent surrender, as if she had completely given up resisting, lost in the whirlpool of forbidden pleasure.
She didn't speak.
Instead, her arms wrapped around my back, pulling me closer, her nails digging slightly into my skin.
Then, she parted her still-quivering, slick thighs, opening herself to me without reservation.
Her actions gave the most direct, most fervent answer.
My hands cupped her full, rounded buttocks, the skin smooth and resilient beneath my touch.
Adjusting my hips slightly, the head of my cock, guided by memory and the slickness, found its way to her already drenched, slightly parted entrance, pressing against the soft, wet folds.
With a thrust of my hips, I pushed forward.
"Mmm…"
A soft, satisfied yet pained sound escaped her lips as her arms tightened around me, her body clinging to mine like a vine, her legs instinctively trying to wrap around my waist.
My cock buried itself deep inside her once more, with an unstoppable force, plunging into the depths of her sensitive, recently climaxed core, reaching the very heart of her.
The tight, wet passage enveloped me instantly, the inner walls clinging and sucking eagerly—warm, slick, and snug. Though not as tight as before, the lingering softness and greedy suction after her climax felt like a hot, wet mouth, offering a uniquely intoxicating sensation.
Holding her hips, I began to move again.
This time, my thrusts were less frantic but more deliberate, each deep stroke grinding against her most sensitive spot, the ridged head of my cock scraping and pressing against the tender flesh of her cervix, feeling it yield and rebound with every impact.
With each withdrawal, a flood of slick arousal followed, accompanied by the lewd, wet sounds of our joining.
"Mom, does it feel good?"
I gasped the question as I moved, the tight embrace of her body and her trembling sending shivers down my spine.
"It feels good…"
She buried her face in the crook of my neck, her hot breath ghosting over my skin, warm and tickling, her voice husky with desire. "An'an… Mom feels so good… You've filled me up completely…"
She paused, then lifted one of her long, smooth legs, wrapping it around my waist.
In this position, she was almost suspended in the air, supported only by my arms and the railing behind her.
It also made her hips squeeze, tightening her already snug honey pot even further and deeper, like a greedy suction cup, swallowing my cock deeper, almost pulling my balls in too.
"Uh... so deep... hitting... hitting Mommy's very core..."
She moaned, tilting her head back, her red lips slightly parted, revealing pearly white teeth and the tip of a pink tongue. Under the moonlight, her neck arched into an elegant curve.
Watching her intoxicated face, that expression lost in pleasure, fueled my desire for dominance.
I asked again the question that had been lingering in my mind.
"Mom."
I slowed my movements, thrusting deep inside, feeling her inner contractions as I whispered by her ear, "Is my cock bigger... or Dad's?"
This time.
Mom didn't hesitate at all.
She even opened her eyes, gazing directly at me with those watery, lust-filled eyes. The shame from before was gone, replaced only by raw desire and submission.
Her red lips parted, uttering clear and wanton words:
"Yours is bigger."
"Your cock... so thick and long... fucking Mommy... out of her mind... inside... you've stretched me wide open..."
She twisted her hips, making my cock churn inside her slick, tight passage, producing louder, wetter sounds.
"Your dad's... doesn't even compare... so small and soft..."
After saying this, she leaned in and nipped my chin, not too hard but with a teasing possessiveness.
"Big-cocked son... keep fucking Mommy... harder... wreck your wife's greedy pussy... Mommy's so itchy inside... needs you to fill her up rough..."
Boom—!
Those words were more potent than any aphrodisiac, instantly igniting every drop of blood in me.
With a low growl, I let go of all restraint, gripping her suspended hips and thighs tightly, and began another round of fierce, violent thrusts like a pile driver!
"Smack! Smack! Smack! Squelch! Squelch!"
The sounds of flesh slapping mixed with slick, wet noises echoed densely across the quiet balcony, the rhythm astonishingly fast.
I pulled one hand free, grabbed the loose collar of her nightgown, and yanked it down hard!
"Mmm..."
Mom compliantly shrugged her shoulders, letting out a satisfied hum.
Those two heavy, pale, full, and perky breasts instantly broke free from the fabric, bouncing out into the cool night air!
Under the moonlight, her breast flesh resembled fine mutton-fat jade, the two tips already hard, engorged, and swollen to a deep red, trembling as they stood erect like ripe cherries.
One hand wrapped around her back, clutching her waist tightly to steady her body, shaking from the violent thrusts.
The other hand eagerly grabbed that slippery, soft, heavy breast!
Squeezing hard!
My fingers sank deep into the plump flesh, my palm filled with slickness and incredible elasticity.
The hard nipple excitedly pressed against my palm.
I looked down, watching those large breasts swaying violently with each thrust under the moonlight, tracing tempting waves. My fingertips precisely found that stiff nipple, pinching it with my fingertip and nail, rubbing and pulling forcefully.
"Ah... An'an... gently... my nipple... it's so sensitive... it's... it's going to break..."
Mom shuddered violently all over, her honey pot clenching in a sudden spasm, the tender flesh inside madly tightening, making me gasp and nearly lose control.
But this wasn't enough. An intense desire to conquer and explore drove me forward.
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