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🕑 Added 2025-08-02 21:54:49 +0000 UTCChapter 11 Fallen Mother Volume Two: Continuation
On the bed, Old Jiao’s face was full of bliss and pleasure, as if he’d floated up to the heavens, completely lost in ecstasy.
At this moment, atop his body was a stunning, ice-cold mature beauty my mother her peach-shaped, beautiful hips rising and falling.
The skirt of her nightgown had already been lifted; Mom’s fair, full, round buttocks were completely exposed to the air, without any cover.
Between those pale, firm cheeks, a purple lace thong was wedged into her cleft, and Old Jiao’s calloused hands gripped her plump, resilient flesh, kneading and savoring the fullness and elasticity of her snowy skin.
At their point of union, whenever Mom’s perky, full hips lifted, you could clearly see Old Jiao’s massive, veined, intimidating organ, slick with silvery, sticky fluid.
The purple lace thong had been pushed aside, offering no barrier at all if anything, it made the scene even more enticing.
“Pa pa pa pa…”
Mom’s full, snowy hips kept slapping against Old Jiao’s pelvis, the sound crisp and sharp.
At first, the movement was gentle, but it gradually sped up, the rhythm never breaking.
The atmosphere in the bedroom grew more heated. In the flickering candlelight, the air between them was thick and hazy, but the sense of intimacy and ambiguity soared.
Mom knelt over Old Jiao’s waist, her hands braced on either side of his face. At first, this position wasn’t too tiring, but as time went on, she grew exhausted having to move her firm, full hips up and down by herself was hard work.
Still, Mom didn’t say anything, and Old Jiao didn’t notice.
His face was flushed with pleasure, his expression one of volcanic excitement.
“Girl… you’re so tight… you’re squeezing me so hard…” Old Jiao murmured, his lips close to Mom’s ear since she was kneeling over him.
Hearing this, I couldn’t see Mom’s expression in the dim room, but through the surveillance screen, I clearly noticed that her high, bouncing hips suddenly paused and trembled slightly.
“Hisss~~~”
Old Jiao sucked in a breath, “Ah, ah…”
“What’s wrong?” Mom asked, her voice tinged with fatigue.
She probably thought his leg hurt again.
“It’s nothing, nothing.”
“If it’s nothing, why are you like this?”
“Girl, you don’t know when you move like that, I almost finish right away.”
“If you’re about to finish, then hurry up!”
“No!”
To my surprise, Old Jiao whined like a spoiled child: “It’s so rare for us to be together like this if it’s over too soon, what a waste. Besides…”
“What?”
“My thing is so big if I don’t make you feel good, it’s even more of a waste.”
Mom fell silent for a moment.
In the wavering candlelight, I saw her fair, jade-like face flushed, dewy and radiant, a sheen of sweat on her skin, a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, making her even more alluring.
But with that pause, Mom’s expression cooled. “Whether I feel good or not doesn’t matter just hurry up, don’t wake my son.”
Old Jiao replied, “Don’t worry, it’s raining hard outside, and there’s thunder he won’t hear a thing. Girl, you must be tired let’s change positions.”
Mom was silent for a while. “What position do you want?”
Old Jiao said, “Girl, you… get up first?”
Without a word, Mom lifted her snowy hips, and Old Jiao’s thick organ slipped out of her, the rounded head slick and shiny, covered in milky fluid looking especially fierce.
Mom got off the bed, her nightgown still on but disheveled.
Old Jiao moved slowly, careful of his leg, and also got off the bed. “Come on, girl, lie down.”
Mom shot him a cold look, and Old Jiao was startled.
“Don’t misunderstand, girl I just… it’ll help me finish faster. If you don’t want to, then… forget it.” He didn’t dare push.
This Old Jiao so sly!
At my computer, I clenched my fists in anger. He was obviously trying to manipulate Mom!
But knowing how clever Mom was, I was sure she’d see through it, know his real intentions.
She wouldn’t do it.
She shouldn’t…
To my shock, in the next moment, Mom didn’t say a word. Her cold, captivating eyes glanced at Old Jiao, then she silently turned around, her back to him.
I was stunned.
She faced away from Old Jiao, her messy silk nightgown draped over her, the skirt falling back down to cover her perfect, snowy hips.
The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds. Then, with her back still to him, Mom bent forward.
The candlelight flickered.
As she bent, her voluptuous curves were on full display. With her long, shapely legs, when she bent over, her already perky hips arched even higher, forming a breathtaking curve more perfect and enticing than any top model.
In the hazy candlelight, Old Jiao’s breath quickened as he stared at her covered hips, their peach-like shape sending a shock through him.
There’s an old saying in the village: women with big hips are good for bearing children.
But for Old Jiao, it was simpler: such a big, round butt must feel heavenly he wanted to bury himself in it.
He didn’t hold back for long. His calloused hands reached out and landed on Mom’s perky hips, a crisp “slap” sounding out.
“Mm~~~”
Mom’s body trembled, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Girl, your… your butt is so big,” Old Jiao said, his face full of obsession.
Mom, bent over, hands on the bed, turned her head, a hint of shyness in her eyes.
She said, “Don’t dawdle if you’re going to do it, hurry up!”
Old Jiao replied, “Don’t worry, girl, I’m coming.”
His thick rod was still as hard as steel. He placed his hands on Mom’s plump cheeks, stood on tiptoe, and slid his huge organ into the cleft between her buttocks, one hand holding her hip, the other guiding himself, beginning to thrust.
“Mm…”
Mom’s cheeks were flushed, feeling the hot, hard thing wedged between her cheeks. She turned her head, as if wanting to say something, but didn’t her eyes a little complicated.
“Oh…” Old Jiao moaned, “Girl, do you want me to do you? Do you want it?”
“…”
Mom didn’t answer.
Old Jiao wasn’t discouraged he kept thrusting his huge rod between her plump cheeks, lifting her skirt.
The next moment, her smooth, snowy buttocks were exposed again, the lace thong adding to the temptation.
