In the cool moonlight, the splashing fluids even briefly traced silvery or faintly yellow arcs, painting a scene of utter debauchery.
This intense spraying and flowing lasted for over half a minute before gradually subsiding into intermittent drips, pooling into a small puddle of mixed bodily fluids at her feet, shimmering faintly under the moonlight.
Mom seemed as though all her bones and soul had been utterly drained, her body sliding limply downward, her gaze vacant. Her face held only the blank exhaustion of an overwhelming climax and the bewildered look of one completely conquered.
Her lower body was a mess, soaked and glistening, the mixed fluids trickling down the trembling insides of her thighs.
A cool breeze brushed against her exposed skin, and she shuddered violently, instinctively shrinking closer into my embrace, seeking warmth.
I quickly stepped forward, wrapping my arms around her limp form, letting her lean against my equally sweat-drenched chest.
Holding her tight, I lowered my head and kissed her cold, damp forehead, feeling the lingering tremors in her body.
It took a while before she mustered a faint trace of strength, lifting a weak, almost immovable hand to lightly thump my chest.
Her voice was so hoarse it was barely audible, carrying a tone of reproach, as if she had narrowly escaped disaster.
"You little devil... you almost... killed your mom..."
I grinned and nuzzled her cool, sweat-dampened cheek, my lower half still semi-soft inside her warmth. "Mom, did it feel good though? That... release just now... was it amazing?"
In my arms, she kept her eyes closed, long lashes trembling, but a faint, satisfied, almost lazy smile gradually curved her lips.
"...It felt incredible." She paused, her voice still hoarse but carrying a strange satiation. "...You made me... lose control... you little rascal..."
As if remembering something, she struggled to open her heavy eyelids and glanced anxiously toward the endless darkness downstairs.
"We... we should go back inside... what if... what if someone really... heard..." Her voice was tinged with fear.
I felt a pang of fear too—we'd been too wild, too lost in the moment.
The spray of urine and arousal... if someone had been downstairs...
"Alright."
Taking a deep breath, I held her more securely and prepared to leave this corner of the balcony marked by lust and abandon.
I helped her up, straightened her nightgown to cover her body, though the fabric was already soaked beyond recognition.
Slowly, we made our way toward the stairwell.
At the entrance to the 19th-floor staircase, I cautiously peered out, looking left and right.
The hallway was silent; the motion-sensor lights hadn't activated, and the neighbor's door across from us was tightly shut.
Safe.
I let out a sigh of relief and quickly guided Mom to our door.
She reached out and unlocked it with her fingerprint.
Click.
The door opened.
We slipped inside like two thieving cats, swiftly closing the door behind us and locking it.
Leaning against the cool surface of the door, we both let out a long, deep sigh of relief.
We were home.
Safe.
As the tension eased, exhaustion and the sticky discomfort after intimacy immediately washed over us.
Mom looked down at herself.
Her nightgown was crumpled and clung damply to her body, her chest still exposed, her bottom and thighs smeared with dried and fresh, mingled fluids.
She sighed helplessly, her voice carrying a tired laugh:
"Well... that shower was a waste."
She lifted her head, her damp eyes meeting mine. "I need to rinse off again."
My eyes lit up, and I immediately moved closer, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Mom, let's shower together again!"
She waved her hands in alarm, shrinking back. "No, no... absolutely not... Mom really... has no strength left... any more and I'll die..."
Seeing I was about to persist, she quickly added, her tone pleading, "An'an, be good... Mom really can't take any more..."
Seeing how utterly exhausted she was, her gaze unfocused, my heart softened.
"Alright." I took a step back but then added, "Then... let's just shower together, get clean, and go to sleep. I promise I won't do anything."
Mom looked at me skeptically, clearly not fully trusting my "promise."
But the sticky feeling was unbearable, and after glancing at my equally disheveled state, she hesitated for a few seconds before finally giving a slight nod.
"...Okay."
She pointed a warning finger at me. "Just a shower. No funny business."
"Aye-aye!" I immediately raised my hand in a pledge, grinning.
Then, the two of us stepped into the bathroom once more.
This time, it was truly just a quick, earnest rinse to wash away the sweat and bodily fluids.
The warm water streamed over our bodies, washing away fatigue and stickiness.
We helped each other lather up and rinse our backs.
The movements felt natural, like those of a genuine, intimate couple.
Only occasionally, when my hand brushed over her smooth back or her fingers inadvertently grazed my firm chest, our eyes would meet briefly before we both looked away, a knowing, secret smile playing at the corners of our lips.
Once clean and dried off,
we changed into fresh pajamas and collapsed onto the bed together.
Mom was out almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, breathing evenly in a deep sleep.
I turned on my side, watching her peaceful sleeping face—her long lashes casting faint shadows under her eyes, her lips slightly swollen and curved with what seemed like a faint, satisfied smile.
I reached out and gently pulled her into my arms.
She unconsciously nestled closer, finding a comfortable spot.
I kissed the top of her head.
"Goodnight, Mom."
I closed my eyes too.
Just before drifting into deep sleep, a vague thought crossed my mind.
Dad's call...
He'll be back by the end of the month.
When that time comes...
The thought flickered only briefly before being swallowed by overwhelming drowsiness.
The night was deep.
In the bedroom, only the sound of their intertwined breathing remained.
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