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🕑 Added 2025-08-02 21:55:03 +0000 UTCChapter 13 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation
But tonight, he had finally done it.
For Old Jiao, this was the night his dream came true he had penetrated that dreamy, enchanting flower from behind with his thick rod.
In truth, what Old Jiao loved most about this stunning beauty was her round buttocks. From the first glance, he had been smitten.
The reason was simple: her butt was just too beautiful. In the village, he had never seen anything like it full, round, plump, incredibly elastic, and perfectly shaped.
Every time he saw it, he fantasized about what it would be like to take her from behind.
Dreams come true.
Both his hands gripped her full, high buttocks one hand could barely hold a single cheek, so he just squeezed with all his strength, savoring the elasticity, the tautness, the silky smoothness, like tofu.
His body was tense, his expression one of utter pleasure and comfort.
Inside that wet, sweet honey chamber, he felt his glans and entire shaft enveloped by tight, delicate walls. Each thrust brought unimaginable pleasure, waves of sensation that made him want to finish right away.
Old Jiao tried to hold back, but that’s easier said than done.
Still, he thought he could last a bit longer; he had no intention of stopping now. He was lost in the moment, using even more force.
Pa pa pa pa…
Old Jiao gripped Mom’s round, high, snowy buttocks, driving his thick, dark, hard weapon into her with vigor.
His hips slammed into her firm cheeks, sounding like waves crashing on rocks.
“I’m fucking you… oh… girl… I want to fuck you hard…” Old Jiao thrust with all his might.
One of his legs was supposed to be injured, but now you couldn’t tell at all even he probably hadn’t realized it, so lost was he in the pleasure.
Because of Old Jiao’s fierce pounding from behind, Mom’s body rocked with each thrust.
Her nightgown was already disheveled, but hanging off her body like that only made her more alluring.
“Mm mm… gentler… gentler…” Mom’s hands gripped the sheets, her voice coming in broken gasps.
But Old Jiao seemed not to hear, continuing his wild thrusts from behind, his thick rod churning up her insides, shaking her voluptuous, alluring body.
Her full, white buttocks were turning pink from the pounding a sign of just how much force Old Jiao was using.
The red candle burned, casting a dim glow.
Outside, thunder crashed and rain poured, but nothing could drown out the springtime moans inside the bedroom.
At my computer, I felt powerless, watching through the surveillance feed. I wanted to smash the computer.
A scruffy, drunken old man was fucking my noble, beautiful mother this scene was like a hammer blow to my soul.
And not only was Mom not resisting, she was allowing Old Jiao to do this.
I didn’t know why she was doing it.
I couldn’t believe she would do this unless she had her reasons.
I told myself I should trust her, not doubt her.
That’s what I thought at the time.
I didn’t know if it was true, or if I was just lying to myself.
Meanwhile, the two on screen changed positions.
At some point, Old Jiao lay atop Mom’s voluptuous, delicate body.
She was still kneeling on the bed, hips raised, her curves perfect, but her upper body sank lower, making her waist and hips look even more alluring.
Old Jiao was now on top of her, at least that’s how it looked.
Because of his earlier fierce pounding, Mom had been pushed further onto the bed, and now Old Jiao took the opportunity to kneel behind her.
This position was easier than standing not as much effort.
After all that wild thrusting, sweat beaded on Old Jiao’s ugly face. Even though it was hot and stormy outside, the room’s temperature wasn’t dropping anytime soon.
Old Jiao was tired, so he leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of Mom’s slim waist, his hips pressed tightly to her high, snowy buttocks no gap at all.
In other words, Old Jiao’s unusually large rod was buried completely inside Mom’s sweet, tight flower, held deep within her, claimed by this old man.
That was a place countless men dreamed of, but now a scruffy old man had gone deepest inside a fact so unbelievable, yet undeniably real.
Old Jiao was short and skinny, the kind of old man you’d mistake for a beggar on the street, but now he was on top of Mom, driving his thick rod deep into her tender, tight honey cave.
Pa pa pa pa pa…
Even tired, Old Jiao kept pounding Mom with force.
“Huff… huff huff…” Old Jiao worked hard, his hips thrusting, his dragon plunging deep, pulling out slick with juices, then driving in again.
Mom had tried to stay silent, but gradually, soft moans escaped her throat, gentle and melodious.
The bedroom was full of springtime passion, thunder and rain echoing outside.
But inside, only Old Jiao’s ragged breathing and Mom’s, mingled with her soft moans, formed a beautiful, intoxicating duet.
“Mm mm…”
Under Old Jiao’s fierce thrusts, Mom finally couldn’t help but moan.
That moan was like a powerful drug for Old Jiao, filling him with new energy, making him thrust even harder.
Pa pa pa pa pa…
Old Jiao, lying atop Mom, was like a pile driver, suddenly surging with energy.
“Ah ah… slower… ah ah ah…”
“Girl, I’m fucking you, fucking you… does it feel good… ah ah…” Old Jiao panted as he pounded her from behind.
“Don’t… talk… mm mm… ah…”
Suddenly, Old Jiao straightened up, kneeling again, grabbing Mom’s shapely hips from both sides, holding her steady, then pounding her even harder.
Who knew where Old Jiao found the strength to keep going so hard, for so long, without finishing? Among men, he was truly fierce.
He was an old man, yet had this stamina and such a thick rod most men couldn’t compare.
And any woman, taken this way, would feel it.
Even though I tried to believe in Mom, with Old Jiao pounding her so hard from behind, she couldn’t help but feel it unless she had no emotions at all.
Her moans proved it.
On screen, as Old Jiao thrust and pounded, Mom’s voluptuous body shook with each movement.
Especially those two white, snowy, plump buttocks, the flesh rippling like waves, mesmerizing and impossible to look away from.
