Rape my mother on the bus
danbaifen
Rape my mother on the bus
By danbaifen
Description: My mother and I were sandwiched in the middle. With the shaking of the car body, I swung my waist and rubbed my already hard penis against the crack in the middle of my mother's buttocks. With the courage of lust, I gradually increased my strength, spread my legs and moved forward, clamping my mother's thighs, and also exerted force on my waist, pressing forward on her plump and soft buttocks. The hard penis began to squeeze in the buttocks and squirmed up and down, left and right. I could feel the tender flesh on my mother's buttocks being spread apart by me. According to common sense, under such pressure, my mother should definitely be aware of it, but in such a crowded situation, it cannot be said that I deliberately molested her.
Tags: Mom, son
Published: 2024-12-01
Size: ≈ 3,947 Words
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Today the weather is exceptionally sunny, the sky is blue and clear, and the air is filled with a slight warmth, as if the winter sun is trying to show its gentleness. My mother and I went out shopping together. As soon as we walked out of the house, we were sprinkled with warmth by the sun. My mother walked in front, her steps were brisk and calm. She was wearing a light gray coat, with her familiar bag on her shoulders, and her figure was slender and elegant. Looking at her back, I suddenly felt a warm feeling in my heart, and felt how precious the time with my mother was.
Along the way, my mother seemed to be in a good mood, and she turned her head from time to time to chat with me. She said that the leaves on the street began to become sparse, and winter was really coming. The shops on both sides of the street also began to decorate the atmosphere of the festival, and the windows were filled with colorful decorations, attracting passers-by to stop. When we passed a flower shop, my mother stopped and stared at a bunch of white lilies. I followed her gaze and saw the sunlight on the petals, as if they were coated with a layer of gold, so beautiful that people couldn't bear to look away.
"It seems that I should buy some flowers to decorate the house," my mother said with a smile, with a bit of joy and expectation in her tone. We then walked into the flower shop, and she picked a few bouquets of flowers she liked. I helped to hold them aside. Looking at her careful selection, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Mom is always so delicate, and she always seems to find the beautiful moments in life.
During the shopping trip, we also went to the supermarket. Mom's shopping list was full of daily necessities. She carefully selected various products and asked me for my opinion. "This cookie was your favorite when you were a child. Do you want to buy some?" She turned her head and asked me, with a little nostalgia in her tone. I nodded, as if the carefree days of my childhood were back in front of me.
On the way home, we carried large and small bags in our hands, and the sun still shone on our shoulders. Mom walked in front, her steps were still brisk, and I followed behind, but my heart was filled with beautiful memories of today. Such mother-daughter time is simple but warm, which makes me hope silently in my heart that every day can be as sunny and bright as today.
Suddenly, my eyes saw the beautiful scenery, and I suddenly found that my mother had a great figure. I stared at her plump buttocks and couldn't bear to leave. The round buttocks swayed left and right as she walked, which was a rare and beautiful scenery. Her legs without stockings were white and slender. Imagining what she would look like after taking off her clothes, the penis under my crotch became hard unconsciously, and I adjusted my pants with a very concealed movement.
We walked slowly to the bus stop. Many people had gathered on the platform. Some looked down at their mobile phones, some talked, and some looked far away at the direction where the bus was coming. The breeze of early winter blew, and there was a little coolness in the air. The advertising light box next to the platform flashed soft light, casting people's shadows on the ground, which seemed particularly busy.