"Mom."
I gasped for breath, my hands beginning to fidget as I lifted her sweater. "The water's ready. My turn to take care of you."
She chuckled softly, her gaze seductive. "Alright, An'an."
I quickly stripped off my own shirt and the remaining pants, standing naked before her.
Then, my hands trembling slightly but resolutely, I lifted the hem of her sweater.
She cooperatively raised her arms, letting me pull the sweater off.
Underneath was a white lace bra, cradling that pair of heavy, enormous breasts I had dreamed of day and night.
The soft flesh overflowed from the edges, the cleavage deep enough to drown in.
My breathing grew ragged again.
My fingers found the clasp at her back and pressed it gently.
*Click.*
The clasp popped open.
As the bra's restraint loosened, those full, plump breasts sprang free, hanging heavily on her chest with a slight sway.
I stared, transfixed.
Bathed in the warm yellow light and steam of the bathroom, her skin glowed white, like the finest mutton-fat jade.
Those breasts... so big, so beautiful.
Perfect hemispheres, impossibly full, hanging heavily yet still maintaining a pert lift at the tips.
The flesh was pale and delicate, with faint blue-green veins visible beneath the skin.
The two nipples were already hard as pebbles from arousal, like ripe cherries nestled in the centers of the slightly swollen, pale pink areolas.
The areolas weren't small, the fleshy circles characteristic of a mature woman.
My hands almost reverently covered them, one on each, kneading firmly.
"Mmm..."
Mom let out a sigh of pleasure, her body softening against me.
So soft, yet springy, heavy with flesh, impossible to hold fully in one hand, the breast meat overflowing between my fingers.
I lowered my head, unable to resist taking the left, hard nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, my tongue circling the areola.
"Ah... gently... mmm..."
Mom held my head, her fingers threading through my hair, gently massaging.
I ignored her, like a starving child, greedily sucking, one hand continuing to knead and play with the other, neglected breast.
After a good while, I reluctantly released the nipple, now red, swollen, and glistening from the suction, turning to the other side, equally eagerly taking it into my mouth to lick and suckle.
After I had lavished attention on both breasts, covering them in red marks and a sheen of moisture, the nipples red and swollen, I finally looked up and began removing the rest of her clothes.
I pulled down the zipper of her skirt, slid it off, then hooked the small black lace panties underneath and pulled them down to her ankles.
She lifted her feet cooperatively.
Now, she stood completely naked before me.
Plump and well-proportioned, every curve just right.
Her waist was slender and soft, forming a startling contrast with her full chest.
Her buttocks were full and round like peaches, pert and tempting, the flesh pale and firm.
My gaze finally settled greedily between her legs.
There... it was smooth.
A natural "white tiger."
The snow-white, plump mons pubis resembled a small steamed bun, bulging slightly.
In the center, a delicate, small pink slit was tightly closed, the color a very pale pink, like the most tender flower petal.
From the earlier arousal, the area around the slit had already become moist and glossy, shimmering with an enticing sheen.
I could even see a small stream of glistening love juice slowly seeping out from that tightly closed slit, tracing a wet trail down the inside of her pale thigh.
"What are you looking at..." Mom, noticing my gaze, turned her face away shyly, her legs instinctively trying to close.
"It's not like I haven't seen it before, Mom."
"Don't say anymore!" Mom stopped me.
I commanded hoarsely, hands on her waist, turning her around to face away from me.
"Mom, bend over." I pointed to the edge of the bathtub. "Hands on the edge."
She instantly understood my intention, her body giving a slight tremble.
Biting her lower lip, she glanced back at me reproachfully. "You... you're full of tricks..."
But despite her words, her actions held no hesitation.
She obediently bent over, hands firmly planted on the white edge of the bathtub, then, actively, even with a hint of seduction, raised that plump, snow-white buttocks high, opening herself completely to me.
The cleft between her buttocks was deep, the slightly moist, pinkish-red slit below now within easy reach.
A scent unique to women, a mix of her body fragrance and a faint, sweet musk, drifted into my nostrils.
I knelt down.
My hands parted those two smooth, slippery buttocks, making that enticing slit even more clearly exposed before my eyes.
Then, I took a deep breath, lowered my head, and extended my tongue to lick.
"Ah—!"
Mom's body jolted violently, letting out a short, sharp cry.
My tongue was wet, slippery, and warm. At first, like a puppy lapping water, I licked up and down along that slit, from the top where the small, hard, perked-up nub was, all the way down to the slightly damp entrance at the bottom.
Salty, astringent, yet sweet and cloying—it was her taste.
"Mmm... hah... yes... right there..."
Mom's hands gripping the bathtub edge tightened suddenly, knuckles white. She threw her head back, red lips slightly parted, emitting intermittent, pleasurable moans.
I licked more and more vigorously, my tongue skillfully teasing and pressing that sensitive little nub.
"Baby... that feels so good... Mom feels so good..."
Her love juice flowed more and more, the wet, squelching sounds continuous.
I tried to press my tongue tip against that tightly closed slit, pushing hard to get inside.
Aided by the slippery love juice, my tongue finally overcame some resistance and probed into the warm, tight passage inside.
It was hot, humid, incredibly tender and smooth, with layers of folds.
My tongue clumsily moved up and down inside, scraping against the delicate inner walls.
"Ah! There... mmm... deeper... tongue... so good... An'an... Mom... Mom can't take it..."
The intense stimulation drove her to the brink of ecstasy. The inner walls of her honeypot contracted violently, clamping down on my tongue, gushing out even more love juice.
Her waist twisted helplessly, her buttocks pressing firmly against my face.
I could feel she was about to come.
I redoubled my efforts, rapidly flicking that hard clitoris with my tongue tip while sucking hard.
"Ah—! I can't... I'm going to... coming... ah—!"
After a scream so high-pitched it almost cracked, Mom's body stiffened violently, then began convulsing intensely.
A stream of warm, copious, transparent love juice, as if from incontinence, gushed out forcefully from deep within her honeypot!
It splashed all over my face, glasses, and into my mouth!
The sudden "squirting" caught me off guard for a second, but the next moment, instead of pulling away, I leaned into it.
I opened my mouth wide, greedily swallowing the hot love juice Mom was spraying out.
Salty, musky, but carrying the taste of her ultimate pleasure.
My face, my hair, were all soaked with this warm liquid.
Mom completely collapsed, slumped over the bathtub edge, breathing heavily, her body still twitching intermittently.
Her mind was blank.
I licked the corner of my mouth, looked at the messy, licentious scene before me, and slowly stood up.
Then, supporting her limp body, I helped her step into the bathtub already filled with hot water.
Warm water instantly enveloped us.
I sat in the tub, had her sit on my lap with her back to me, leaning into my embrace.
Her hands rested weakly on the tub edge, her head leaning on my shoulder, eyes closed, still breathing lightly.
I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, my hands naturally returning to the heavy softness of her chest, gently kneading.
Neither of us spoke.
Only the sound of water gently lapping.
After a long while, she murmured, her voice very soft, thick with shame and a hint of tears:
"How could I... squirt like that... and... all over your face..."
I buried my face in her damp neck, inhaling her scent, and chuckled softly.
"Mom," I whispered against her ear, my voice hoarse but carrying an undeniable possessiveness, "Every part of you is mine. What flows, what sprays, it's all mine."
Her body trembled slightly. She didn't speak again, just leaned back more tightly into my embrace.
The warm water enveloped us, skin against skin, slippery.
My chin rested on her damp head, smelling the faint fragrance of her hair and the steam rising in the bathroom.
My hand still rested on her chest, but just loosely encircling, not moving.
The fire inside me seemed softened, dissipated by the hot water.
All that remained was a tepid, lazy calm.
"Mom." I called her softly.
"Hmm?" she responded, her voice also lazy, as if about to fall asleep. She nuzzled her head against my chin, her soft hair brushing my skin, a little ticklish.
I didn't say anything more, just tightened my arms.
We just soaked like that, neither moving.
The water cooled a little, but was still warm enough.
After about five or six minutes, maybe longer, I felt the person in my arms stir.
Mom tilted her head slightly, her cheek pressing against the hollow of my neck, warm breath fanning over it.
Then, her closed eyes opened. Her long lashes were damp. She looked up at me from below.
Those almond-shaped eyes were misty, hazy.
The lingering aftermath of her climax hadn't fully dissipated; the corners of her eyes were still a little red.
But that look in her eyes... how to describe it? Sparkling, with a hint of testing, and a bit of barely concealed... eagerness.
She didn't speak, just looked at me like that.
My throat moved.
My hand, which had been loosely encircling her, seemed to have a mind of its own, slowly, tentatively beginning to move.
My palm pressed against the smooth skin of her chest, giving a gentle squeeze.
"Mmm..."
Mom let out a soft sound from her nose, very light, like a kitten.
She didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned back further, allowing my hand to more fully cup that soft mound.
I grew bolder, beginning to knead rhythmically. My fingers sank into the breast flesh, then sprang back, feeling its astonishing fullness and elasticity.
Her breathing gradually grew heavier, her chest rising and falling, the nipples rubbing against my palm, hard.
"Mom..."
My voice hoarse, I lowered my head to find her lips.
She lifted her face, meeting me halfway.
This kiss was gentle, not as fierce as the one at the door earlier.
Just lips lightly pressing, rubbing, then slowly parting, tongues tentatively touching.
I sucked her lower lip gently.
She responded, her sweet tongue slipping in, tangling with mine, carrying the taste of hot water and our mingled saliva.
As we kissed, I felt her little movements.
Her buttocks, which had just been lightly resting against my legs, began to shift backward slowly, in small increments.
The smooth flesh of her buttocks rubbed against the skin of my thighs, creating a subtle, tantalizing friction.
She was searching for something.
Soon, I understood.
Her round, full buttocks, moving back, precisely, bit by bit, brushed against the semi-soft thing between my legs.
Then, stopped.
My body stiffened.
That thing seemed to receive a command. Almost instantly, blood rushed down, swelling, hardening, standing erect at an astonishing speed.
Burning hot, rock hard.
It was now nestled right between her clamped thighs. From behind, it looked like... like it was growing out from her buttocks.
"Uh..."
I couldn't help but gasp, my kissing halting.
Mom seemed to sense my change, a soft, triumphant chuckle escaping her throat.
She wriggled her waist, pressing her buttocks more tightly against my erect cock. Then, one hand reached back from under the water, groping, and grasped my straight, wet dick.
Her palm was also wet, hot. When she gripped it, a shiver ran through my whole body.
"Mom..."
My voice changed pitch.
"Shh."
She whispered, her voice soft and seductive, laced with steam.
Then, she began to move.
Holding my cock, she stroked up and down.
Not fast, but steady, her thumb occasionally brushing over the most sensitive slit on the glans.
At the same time, her buttocks also began to move, gently, maddeningly, back and forth.
Using the plump, slippery soft flesh between her thighs, using that slightly parted, already wet slit, separated by thin skin, she rubbed and squeezed against the shaft and glans of my cock.
Fuck.
Who could withstand this?
"Hah ah..."
I threw my head back, pleasure tingling my scalp. My hand uncontrollably squeezed her breast harder.
"Mmm... mmm-hmm..."
Mom leaned against my shoulder, eyes closed, red lips slightly parted, letting out a string of sweet, intermittent moans that matched the rhythm of her hand's movements and the sway of her hips.
Everything underwater was impossibly slick.
Her arousal, my pre-cum, the bathwater, all mixed together.
I could clearly feel that her honey pot was completely soaked through, the soft, warm flesh wrapping and squeezing, her labia slightly parted, sticky and slick as they rubbed against my cock.
"Mom... I... I can't take it anymore..."
I gasped for breath, my hips involuntarily thrusting forward, "Let me in... let me put it in..."
"What's the rush..."
Mom's voice trembled, her breathing ragged, but the movements of her hand sped up a little, and the sway of her hips grew more pronounced, "Ah... moving like this... is... is also very pleasurable..."
"I want to go in... Mom... please..."
I grew a bit frantic, trying to pry her hand off my cock.
Mom's palm was warm and slick, like a layer of soft silk wrapped around my cock. Her fingers gently tightened, then loosened, as if deliberately teasing my nerves.
I felt her palm rubbing back and forth over my glans, each slide sending a tingling, electric-like sensation shooting from my groin straight up my spine.
Her hips swayed slowly in the water, those two plump buttocks like ripe peaches, gently pressing against the base of my thighs, the heat from within her body faintly transferring through.
The fire of desire inside me burned hotter and hotter. My mind was filled with images of how her tight honey pot would swallow me up. That forbidden craving threw my breathing into complete disarray.
Finally, her fingers trembled slightly, as if she'd made up her mind, and slowly loosened their grip on me.
Mom ground against me a few more times, then finally let go.
She was breathing heavily herself, her face flushed crimson. She turned her head to look at me, her eyes shimmering with moisture, filled entirely with desire.
"Then... then you do it..."
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