ushernet Chapter 121 Betty seemed to think this position was too lewd Part2 R18
Chapter 121 Betty seemed to think this position was too lewd Part2 R18
Betty and I had tried some adventurous positions in the past, but oral and doggy style were never her favorites.
However, tonight, she surprisingly went along with Michael in a bent-over position.
While it wasn't exactly doggy style, it shared many similarities.
Despite our previous attempts, we never quite succeeded with this position due to Betty's voluptuous buttocks acting as a barrier, and my average American-sized penis couldn't fully penetrate her because of our height difference.
I could only keep the tip in, with the shaft mostly outside, making any thrusting motion impossible without slipping out.
However, there was a way to achieve full penetration in this position: Betty had to lower her waist to the ground and raise her buttocks as high as possible, even standing on her tiptoes, spreading her buttocks to their maximum.
She found this position embarrassingly similar to doggy style—the main difference being that doggy style is done kneeling, while this was standing.
Michael, trying to navigate the height and angle differences, held his penis and aimed the tip at Betty's buttock crease.
Despite his efforts, he struggled to find the right angle for insertion.
Eventually, he had to give up, releasing his penis and using both hands to press down on Betty's buttocks.
Feeling Michael's hands pressing down, Betty resisted by pushing her waist up against him.
Michael didn't force her; he maintained a gentle pressure, showing tenderness to his beloved mother.
It turned into a tug-of-war.
Finally, Betty looked back at Michael.
By then, due to the prolonged time without penetration, she had sobered up a bit.
She glanced at Michael, then subtly shook her buttocks as if to signal her refusal.
However, Michael didn't catch on to her signals.
She might not have realized that the position she had always disliked was the one that thrilled her the most.
"Smack, smack, smack, smack..." The sound of their bodies colliding, "squish, squish, squish..." the sound of their parts rubbing, the fluids being squeezed out, their heavy breathing, and Betty's continuous moaning filled the small bathroom.
A mother and a son, despite the vast difference in their roles and ages, were now engaged in fervent union, as if returning to the primordial chaos before creation, where there were no roles of mother and son, only a man and a woman, Michael as Adam and Betty as Eve, engaged in the timeless act of creation.
Betty's full breasts swung under her chest with each of Michael's thrusts, the pink nipples tracing repetitive arcs.
Michael, while taking her, caressed Betty's slender waist, moving from there to knead her buttocks, and from her buttocks to her jade back.
His hands then slid over her back and underarms, finally grasping and steadying her ample breasts, calming the previously 'naughty' breasts...
Michael gripped Betty's breasts firmly, his hips relentlessly pounding against her buttocks, which rippled like waves, creating ripples with each impact.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah..." As Michael's pace quickened, Betty's moans grew louder and more frantic, merging into a continuous melody.
Michael's frenzied pace signaled his approaching climax, and Betty sensed it too.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, a flash of clarity in her lust-filled gaze, and glanced sideways at Michael.
"Ah, ah... don't... no... ah, oh... don't come... ah... don't... inside... oh... ah, ah, ah..." Betty tried to intersperse her pleas among her moans, the words "don't come inside" breaking through intermittently.
At this moment, it was uncertain if Michael could hear her over the cacophony of his heavy breathing, the slapping of flesh, her moans, and the squelching sounds of their union.
The bathroom was filled with a chaotic 'symphony.'
Michael, in his dazed state, might not have heard her.
Even if he did, would he heed her words?
"Don't... ah..." As Betty uttered a hesitant cry, Michael's thrusting slowed, then culminated in one final, forceful drive.
"Plop..." With his last thrust, Michael pulled back to the brink, leaving only the tip inside, before plunging deeply once more.