I turned my mother over once again, making her face the boundless night beyond the railing. Holding her waist, I leaned her upper body slightly forward, her hands gripping the cold railing.
I entered her again.
One hand still firmly kneaded her swaying breasts, feeling the soft flesh spill between my fingers. My free hand slid down her smooth, sweat-slicked abdomen.
It glided over her gently rising navel, over the soft, flat plane of her lower belly, and went straight between her legs—to that already soaked, muddled place, exuding a rich, feminine scent.
My fingers easily parted her slippery, slightly swollen labia, which felt like overripe petals. My fingertip immediately touched that already stiff, protruding clitoris, swollen and gleaming like a tiny red bean. It was startlingly hot, pulsing faintly in the slick arousal.
I pressed down gently.
Then, I began to rub and scrape it quickly, in circles, with a bit of force.
"Ahhh! Don't... there! Don't touch it! It's too much! An'an! I can't take it!"
My mother's body shuddered violently, as if struck by a high-voltage current. Her honeyed passage contracted and clenched wildly, the sucking force unlike anything before, making the head of my cock tingle and my release teeter on the edge.
She tried to clamp her legs together, to trap my offending hand, but I held her firmly from behind with my body and cock, leaving her only able to futilely twist her waist, her buttocks jutting backward. Her pussy swallowed and released my cock while trying to evade the deadly assault of my fingers on her clitoris.
But this writhing only made my fingertip rub against that most sensitive little nub more accurately and forcefully.
"Mom, weren't you itching down there?"
I gasped for breath, thrusting even more fiercely, each impact jolting her body forward, while my fingers intensified their torment of her clitoris. "Let me help you... relieve that itch properly... with my big cock fucking your greedy hole... and my fingers playing with your little bean..."
"Ah... no... like this... I'll die... it's too... too much... Mmm, ah! I'm... I'm going crazy!"
My mother's moans rose sharply, tinged with broken sobs. Her body tensed like a fully drawn bow, her toes lifting, relying entirely on the railing and my support to stay upright.
My fingers slid and pressed rapidly over her burning, stiff clitoris, feeling its astonishing hardness and heat, and the violent reactions of her body that followed.
Suddenly.
As my fingertip explored downward through the slick, sticky crevice, it brushed against a small, tight indentation—different from the wet opening of her vagina.
Very small.
Very tight.
Located below the stiff clitoris and above the vaginal opening.
It was her urethra.
In an instant, knowledge from biology class flashed through my mind, and an utterly wicked idea surged up. A playful urge took hold, filled with a powerful sense of sacrilege and the thrill of conquest.
No longer content with merely toying with her nearly broken clitoris, I moved my fingertip downward, precisely targeting that tight, warm, slightly contracting little hollow.
The pad of my finger could clearly feel the tightness of the surrounding sphincter and its subtle, wriggling movements.
Then, with the trimmed edge of my nail, testing and defiling, I lightly, scraping, dug into that tiny opening.
"—!!!"
My mother's body stiffened abruptly!
As if struck by a sudden paralysis!
Followed by even more violent, uncontrollable trembling!
It felt as though every nerve was screaming!
"That place... no! An'an! That's... that's where you pee! Don't... don't poke it! You mustn't poke there!"
Her voice instantly filled with genuine panic and shame, her legs desperately trying to clamp shut, thigh muscles tensing like stone, yet completely unable to do so due to my cock deeply wedged inside and the obstruction of our bodies. All she could do was tremble helplessly.
"Please... stop touching there... if you keep going... I really... I won't be able to hold it... I'm going to pee..."
She pleaded with a tearful voice, yet her body honestly secreted more slippery arousal, drenching my fingers and my cock.
I felt a warmer, wetter sensation on my fingertips, different from her arousal, as if liquid was trying to break through that tight passage.
I didn't stop.
Instead, I grew even more excited by her reaction, intensifying my actions.
The pad of my index finger pressed firmly against that small opening, feeling the resistance and surrender of her sphincter under my pressure.
Then, I began to mimic the motions of intercourse, shallowly but rapidly thrusting and probing with my fingertip in that tight little hole, the edge of my nail scraping against the delicate inner membrane.
At the same time, my thrusts from below reached their limit—faster and harder, each one brutally crashing against her spasming cervix, producing dull, wet slapping sounds. Both forces ravaged her most vulnerable lower body simultaneously.
"Mom, if you need to pee, just let it out."
I whispered close to her burning ear, my voice laced with malicious satisfaction. "After all... no one can see... let it out... let your son see..."
"No... I can't... ahhh! Stop! Please, An'an! Mom... Mom can't take it anymore! I'm... I'm going to... I'm going to climax again! Ahhh! I can't! I'm... I'm going to pee! I'm going to lose control!"
Her honeyed passage began to convulse wildly and irregularly, like a greedy little mouth desperately sucking and clenching around my cock with astonishing force.
The soft flesh of her cervix frantically suckled and enveloped the head of my cock, sending waves of tingling urgency through me.
A liquid, hotter than her arousal and carrying a faint musky scent, finally broke through its restraints, gushing from the urethral opening I was probing. Warm and continuous, it soaked my fingertips and trickled down my fingers.
I knew she had reached her physical and psychological limits.
I was close to mine, too.
A familiar, uncontrollable tingling sensation shot through my lower back, my release teetering on the edge.
"Mom, let it out."
I commanded hoarsely, simultaneously ramping up the speed of my thrusts and the probing of my fingers to their absolute maximum. My fingertip rapidly moved in and out of that tiny urethral opening, mimicking the most depraved violation, while my cock savagely plunged into the deepest part of her convulsing passage.
"Let the people below... taste your pee too... let them know... how good I'm making you feel... how out of control you are..."
"No... I can't... I mustn't... ahhh—!!!"
In her abruptly heightened, nearly broken, completely mindless scream, I felt a violent, ecstatic, indescribable convulsion deep within her honeyed passage, her entire pelvic floor muscles twitching uncontrollably.
At the same time, her urethral sphincter finally gave way completely!
A stream of hot, forceful, faintly yellow liquid, carrying a distinct musky odor, erupted in a jet-like spray from the urethral opening I had been probing.
It wasn't a trickling stream, but a forceful jet of water that traced a brief, faintly yellow arc in the moonlight, shooting into the void beyond the railing!
At the same time, from the depths of her honeyed core, a torrent of transparent, slippery love juices gushed forth once more!
Like a floodgate bursting open, mingled with traces of my earlier release—now squeezed out by her intense contractions—the milky-white essence surged from our tightly joined bodies, cascading down the inside of her thighs.
Squirting and urination, under the extreme stimulation and humiliation, erupted violently and simultaneously!
I, too, had reached my limit, my lower back aching.
"Ugh—ah!"
I let out a low roar, my glans pressing firmly against the spasming, sucking entrance of her womb. In an instant, my control shattered, and hot, thick semen erupted in fierce, successive bursts, shooting deep into the very core of her uterus!
Each eruption was accompanied by violent tremors coursing through my body and her breathless, piercing screams.
"I'm coming! Mom! Take it! It's all for you! Filling your wanton womb!"
"Ahhh—! It's inside! So hot! So full! I'm... I'm peeing! I can't stop! Ahhh! It's... all gushing out!"
Mom clung desperately to the cold railing, her body arching backward in a despairing, lewd curve, her neck stretched to its limit, crimson lips parted wide as she emitted fragmented, high-pitched, utterly mindless moans. Drool trickled from the corner of her mouth, unnoticed.
Her lower body had completely lost control, transforming into a lewd, human-shaped fountain.
Two distinct streams of warmth erupted and flowed violently from different passages.
One, pale yellow and warm, carried a distinct, pungent scent—urine—spurting and dripping continuously from her urethra.
The other, transparent and slippery, was her climax-induced love juices, mingled with semen, gushing from the entrance of her honeyed core, stretched wide by my shaft.
Like a human sprinkler, from her widely spread, disheveled legs, the fluids sprayed, splashed, and streamed fiercely into the night sky beyond the railing and the darkness below!
Splash—hiss...
The sounds of liquid cutting through the air and dripping onto the ground were unmistakable, starkly audible amid the panting and moans of desire.
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