Chapter 118 Crying and Laughing (05)

My mother's whimper didn't just slow down the speed of hitting her. I seemed to be possessed. Every time I inserted it, my cock would press into the deepest part of my mother's body.

Woo... Woo... Woo... Mom crawled on the bed, her fat buttocks were covered with a thick layer of fragrant sweat, smooth and greasy, and her delicate body swayed back and forth rhythmically. Her dense hair spread out, spreading on the pillow to cover her mother's most unbearable side.

My mother's sobs were obviously soft, but they could pierce my ears. Looking at her under her, she could only cry weakly, and she could only lower her head and silently bear my attack. The sense of conquest was instantly filled, and the pleasure came overwhelmingly. I wanted to fill my cock with my mother's vagina. I hugged my mother's butt tightly and started the final sprint.

After my mother cried, she stopped moaning and cried intermittently. Maybe it was because I was inserted too crazy. My mother who was fucked and cried by me did not remind me not to ejaculate into her body. This thought flashed by and was overwhelmed by the desire in my mind. When the sperm opened, I grabbed my mother's waist tightly, pressed her abdomen against her butt, and the tough force deformed her round butt. As I felt dizzy, the semen gushed deep in my mother's vagina.

Ah~Woooo... My mother was stimulated by the hot semen and raised her head high, then she hit the pillow heavily, trembling all over.

After a long time, the pleasure dissipated. I pulled my cock out of my mother's vagina. My mother seemed to be lost and still maintained her butt raised her head high and buried it in the pillow. Her vagina was not able to close, and the milky white liquid slowly flowed down from the slightly swollen cherry red vagina, extremely sticky until the liquid was left on the bed and was broken into the hole of my mother's vagina. I knelt behind my mother and watched this scene. Seeing that my mother, who was always high and above, was forced to reveal this look, I couldn't tell what it felt.

After a long time, my mother came to her senses, turned over and sat on the bed, with tears on her face still on her face, looking down at her muddy lower body, and looked at me again. I thought I would get a fierce big-eared melon seed, and I was ready to be slapped, but my mother looked at me expressionlessly, without saying a word.

Finally, I wanted to clean up the dirty bed for my mother, but she was driven back to the room without being tough. I lay on my small bed wearing shorts, holding my head and legs, looking at the desk that was once full of messy books but now neatly tidied by my mother. I couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

……

On two days on weekends, my mother was resting at home. During the two days, she got up early to buy groceries and cook as usual. Her daily routine was very regular. Some subtle changes were that she had not talked much and became more taciturn. She seemed to have taken a shower from the bathroom at night and passed by the corridor with a bath towel. This was never before. But I always felt that the more my mother was open to me on the surface, she was getting farther and farther away from her in some ways.

At noon Sunday, my mother drove me to the high-speed rail station. When I untied my seat belt and was about to get off, she turned her head and asked me: Do you still remember the promise you made?

I was stunned for a moment and let go of the car door handle. I knew what my mother said about the promises mean. I didn't pretend to be stupid and bowed my head and replied: Remember.

Maybe my mother was tossed too hard by me on Friday night. Her face was covered in fatigue for two consecutive days, and it was even more obvious at this time. She squeezed out a smile and looked at me and asked: Then when are you going to cash in?

Conforming my promise means that I and my mother will never be together in this life. Even if reality will eventually come to this day, I still retain a little bit of expectations and fantasies in my heart. I whispered: Didn’t you say that you can do it before graduating from college?

My mother was not angry or disappointed at my answer. Instead, she said jokingly: Yes, but I still hope you can do it earlier. I will be very happy. You said you love me very much, don’t you want the person you love to become happy?

I turned my head to look at my mother. Her eyes were full of mockery. The corners of her mouth were raised and she looked at me quietly. How to answer. I was silent for a while and asked with a smile: Mom, have you ever heard a song?

Um?

There is a kind of love called letting go.

My mother looked at me and didn't say anything, so I started humming softly:

There is a kind of love called letting go, giving up for love forever. If we stay together, if we let you give everything, let true love take me away~ There is a kind of love called...

My mother frowned and interrupted me. What are you singing? Don’t insult Amu?

I was speechless in an instant, but I didn't expect that my mother had heard this non-mainstream song.

My mother seemed a little sad, and I don’t know if it was because I escaped the question she just asked. The ulterior motive secret between me and my mother has developed to the stage I once dreamed of. I also got my mother more than once, but I found that the pain brought to my mother was far greater than happiness, even if my mother’s reaction seemed not so resistant.

This is a contest between selfish desires and true love, just like the lyrics: If we stay together, let true love take me away... But I am not a gentleman who can give up my desires for love. I can't bear to give up the unforgettable joy with my mother in this life.

Mom looked at me and waited quietly for my answer.

After a long time, I looked into my mother's eyes and gave her a sincere answer. I wonder if it was a sincere answer: I will fulfill my promise as soon as possible, Mom, I sincerely hope you can be happy.

My mother smiled with her eyebrows bent and looked at her heart-wrenching smile, and I laughed too.

……