Chapter 87
Chapter 87
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 87
Chapter Title: When the Baby Enters (1)
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MILF is short for "Mother I'd Like to Fuck."
This time-honored taste, respected since ancient times, is proven by none other than Cao Cao, the Wei Emperor.
Back in the day, Cao Cao took Diaochan, the wife of Qin Yilu, who had been Lü Bu's subordinate. And get this—Diaochan was the woman Guan Yu, whom Cao Cao adored, had his eye on first.
In other words, Cao Cao stole Guan Yu's girl. He was so desperate to bring a hero like Guan Yu under his command.
Beyond that, Cao Cao conquered countless MILFs, and his tastes even passed down to his son, Cao Pi.
They were known to order their ministers to send any beautiful widows up to the capital at Hede, so you can imagine their passion.
Some ambitious officials, blinded by prospects of promotion, even disguised married women as widows and shipped them off to the capital when real widows ran short.
Anyway, enough rambling—the point is this:
Unless it's a widow, fucking a MILF means someone else suffers: the husband.
"People were whispering that Yun is the Little Dragon. That means he fought brilliantly, right?"
"...Yes, dear."
Dad had no idea there was a sleeping pill in his drink and was knocking back the booze with gusto.
Mom and I just pretended to sip ours, or if we did drink, we circulated our inner energy to expel the alcohol and the drug's effects.
He was in high spirits, downing cup after cup, and before long, his tongue was starting to slur.
"Xun from the Eight Trigrams—it's like saying he's as swift as the wind."
Swift as the wind, huh. Yeah, freely blowing through MILFs like the breeze.
"Haha, it's been ages since I've drunk this heartily. Ugh, I'm getting tipsy. Yun, pour me another."
"Yes, Father. Have a cup from your Nine Dragons son."
"Good lad."
Dad gulped down the full cup again.
And another. And another.
Drinking happily, he started nodding off, then finally slumped face-first onto the table.
Luckily, Mom and I caught his shoulders before he hit the food—no mess made...
We put Dad to bed.
My heart pounded like a drum.
We'd rented out the inn's annex and held this little party in the attached pavilion.
The fact that Mom and I had conspired to drug and knock out Dad made the nape of my neck prickle.
"Mom... we should get Dad settled comfortably first, right?"
Mom nodded and checked his pulse points.
With the sleeping pill still active, he wouldn't wake unless we released the points.
We'd used strong liquor too, so he'd have no clue if he blacked out or just fell asleep.
Dad was heavy, but my arms, pulsing with inner energy, bore him easily.
I carried him step by step to the bed while Mom went to inform the inn staff that our table was clear.
They'd handle the cleanup.
While she was gone, I changed Dad into comfortable inn robes.
Going back to what I was saying earlier—in that sense, cuckolding is the only form of MILF sex that doesn't hurt the husband.
Even if you're raising a cuckoo's chick, if he believes it's his own, it's still his baby, right?
"Mom..."
"Ah, son... why is Father here...?"
Mom returned from notifying the staff and froze at the sight of Dad.
She might've thought we'd tuck him in another room and put everything back once we were done.
"Mom... strip. Now."
But that wouldn't do. Fucking her right beside Dad was the point.
Even if we'd made sure he was out cold.
Mom's eyes shook as she kept glancing at Dad, but I didn't back down.
"He's just sleeping next to you anyway. The bed's big enough—wouldn't it be more comfortable this way?"
She knew damn well that wasn't the half of it.
I was demanding she fully betray Dad and get pregnant with my child.
In front of her hesitating form, I stood, stripping off my own clothes first.
Seeing my naked body in an instant, she gawked like it was her first time.
"S-son...!"
I strode over, grabbed her arm, and laid her down on the bed beside Dad.
I say this over and over, but Mom's raw strength surpasses mine. Even when she "submits," she's always just letting me.
"Strip."
"..."
Nod.
After hesitating forever post-command, she finally nodded and slowly began removing her neat martial robes.
One piece at a time. Off with the top, then the pants.
Her pale shoulders bared, then the thin breast bindings fell away, revealing those two ripe melons.
Below her toned abs—sculpted into a perfect dip—stretched long, slender legs.
Finally, her undergarments slipped down, slick with glistening nectar.
I placed a hand on that woman's shoulder and spoke.
"Mom."
"...Yes, son."
She knew Dad was right there behind her, yet she met my eyes, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Our lips nearly brushed, faces drawing close enough to share breaths.
A woman who'd lived as a mother for so long, rediscovering her womanhood through my cock.
And now, this woman spreading her legs wide, her pussy aching for it.
"You have to get pregnant tonight. Got it?"
"...Yes."
I'm impregnating her with my baby.
'My dick's about to burst...'
Dad was here, sure, but if I wanted, I could've set up a sound barrier and fucked anywhere—even in Shaolin's grounds.
But Mom and I had an unspoken agreement.
Hold out until tonight, until impregnation was possible.
During our travels, we'd devoured each other at every chance, so pussy and cock had fasted for days.
"Son...!"
The sweet scent of her panting breath as she called me—I kissed her.
Mmchuu...
Our soft, sweet tongues entwined slowly. A leisurely kiss, savoring each other.
But my hips groped downward, seeking her pussy.
Twitch.
As the tip brushed her folds, she trembled like a virgin.
Her eyes—locked on mine—held a flicker of hesitation amid overwhelming anticipation.
They seemed to plead:
'Put it in.'
I thrust my hips forward.
"Haaahng...!"
Mom broke the kiss with a lewd cry. Her pussy joyfully welcomed my long-lost cock.
'This is...!'
The taste of a pussy resolved to take a non-blood son's seed and conceive...!
"Mom, what're you thinking...?"
"W-what do you mean...?"
Impaled deep, she savored my cock's feel, her words coming haltingly.
Her pussy relaxed bit by bit, only to clench and suck me tight in pulses.
Pregnancy, pregnancy.
Her mind, stuffed with the word, milked every ridge and wrinkle for maximum pleasure, desperate to make me cum fast.
"Thinking my cock feels good? That you wanna bear my baby?"
"Y-Yun...!"
She smacked my shoulder as if to say shut up.
"Say it. You're trying to get knocked up by my cock—so much bigger than Dad's."
"Oh, come on...!"
When I hammered relentlessly, she'd eventually babble about getting pregnant, bearing my sibling.
But I caught Dad's steady breaths, wanting to hear her say it stone-cold sober.
"N-nothing... I wasn't thinking anything..."
"Betraying Dad right behind his back and you claim no thoughts?"
"B-betrayal? Son...!"
Squeeze♥
Her face panicked, but her pussy clamped hard. My lips curled; flustered, she stammered on.
"I-it's just..."
"..."
"When the baby... enters..."
I listened silently.
"I thought... I could do it like Sister Young... too..."
Her flushed face answered.
Squish squish squish squish♥
My paused cock resumed its piston strokes.
"You were looking forward to it...? To your belly swelling like So-young's?"
"Ahng♥ Because you... wanted it...!"
Mom moving her hips to make thrusting easier—adorable.
"I wanna bear a baby... that looks like me, hauk♥ You said it so many times...?"
She gasped it out amid my frenzied pounding, her pussy taking it all.
Her lips, melted by endless pleasure flooding her brain, made their declaration.
"So I'll... ah♥ get pregnant... with your baby...♥"
"Mom...!"
The womb that once bore Dad's child now hungered for new seed.
My baby, my baby.
Pretty and smart like Mom—my baby!
"I'll knock you up tonight! No matter what!"
With my true ejaculation unlocked, baby-making cum had built up thick in my balls. Thick enough to impregnate her on a mere graze.
Beyond Mom's lewd body—tits jiggling to tempt her son—Dad slept oblivious.
He'd never enter her pussy again, but he'd be happy.
A wonderful dad, cherishing our cute baby like a jewel.
Splurt splurt splurt splurt♥
"But this woman's mine...!"
"Hahk, hahk...!"
Creeeak♥
At my whisper, Mom's pussy clenched tight as she panted.
Remembering her husband—out of sight, briefly forgotten—her folds rippled greedily around me.
"This woman takes only my cock now, bears only my babies...! Dad can't touch...!"
"Son...!"
Her face flustered, but her pussy coaxed me lewdly, thrusting her hips forward.
Against my savage thrusts, her body clung stickily, ready for seed.
"Mom, impregnation juice is going in your belly now. Packed with baby-makers—one touch and you're pregnant."
"Pregnant... haat!"
She cut off at the vulgar term, but I clocked her excitement.
As her pussy quivered on the brink, I pounded harder.
"At least ten loads in your womb from now on. You can take it all, right?"
"I'll take it...! Hng♥ All your baby-makers...♥"
Her flushed face and dewy eyes answered.
My hips savaged her cervix in a final frenzy.
Bluuuuursh bluuuuursh
"Aaaaahng♥"
Sensing my cum, Mom climaxed uncontrollably; her pussy milked me greedily.
"Go in, it's in...!"
My cock dueled her womb mouth, shoving seed where babies are made.
"Son's cum... so much...!"
I always gave plenty, but she sensed something special—proper baby batter.
Super-fertile semen hunting her egg, ensuring my baby.
All night, I'd pump every last swimmer from my balls—impregnating her for sure.
Vowing it to myself, my cock knighted up like a loyal soldier, ready for the next round.