Dig Dig Dig
Wang Yue jumped in fright and quickly asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"
"Wahhh..." Wang Yue was better off not asking. The moment he did, Xue Yan burst into tears.
Wang Yue was utterly baffled. Hadn't everything been fine just moments ago? Why was she crying now?
He hurriedly scooped her up into his arms, gazing at her tear-streaked, heartbreakingly beautiful face with a pang of heartache. "Mom, what on earth is it?"
"Don't ask... It's all your fault, all your fault, wahhh..." Xue Yan wailed even louder, balling her little fists and pounding them lightly against Wang Yue's chest—without any real force.
The truth was, after that earth-shattering climax, her raging lust had ebbed away like the tide. Xue Yan's sanity swiftly returned, and she realized the monstrous mistake she'd made.
In the Wang family, everyone knew she and Wang Jing might lack an official title, but they were true lovers in every sense.
Yet now, she'd gone and done that with his son—and she'd been the one to initiate it.
How could she ever face Wang Yue? Face herself? Or face her husband, who'd been missing for three whole years?
"Yes, yes, it's all my fault." Wang Yue wasn't stupid. He instantly grasped the knot in her heart and shouldered every bit of blame. "It's all my doing. As your son, I acted like a beast worse than any animal toward my own mom. Go ahead, Mom—beat me, beat me to death!"
With that, he seized Xue Yan's jade hand and slammed it hard against his own chest.
Unlike her gentle taps, these blows were full-force. After just three, he spat out a huge mouthful of blood with a "pthh."
Xue Yan yelped in alarm, yanking her hand back and gently caressing his chest. "Son, are you okay? Why are you so foolish!"
Wang Yue gave a miserable smile. "I did wrong, so whatever punishment I get is deserved. As long as you're not mad at me, Mom, that's all that matters."
"No, this isn't your fault." Xue Yan sighed softly.
Her earlier lapse had been lust clouding her judgment, not a total loss of reason—so she remembered everything with crystal clarity.
If Wang Yue was at fault, his only crime was exposing his cock right in front of her.
Everything after? That was all her doing. She'd dragged his cock into the bedroom, jerked him off, even sucked him. She'd seduced him into fucking her saucy pussy.
And when he fumbled, she'd even taught him how to fuck her right—spreading her pussy lips for him herself...
Ninety percent of the blame—if not more—lay squarely on her shoulders.
Yet here was Wang Yue, willingly taking it all. It touched her heart and made it ache for him.
Her fingers tenderly stroked his chest as her gaze drifted downward unconsciously. There it was—that massive cock she both loved and loathed, still standing tall and proud. The dried juices from her pussy coated its enormous head like a glossy sheen, sparkling under the lights. Her heart fluttered wildly at the sight.
She shook her head sharply, banishing the improper thought. In a soft voice, she said, "Good son, promise Mom—we let today slide, never speak of it again. Pretend it never happened, okay?"
"No way!" Wang Yue shook his head vigorously.
"Why not?" Xue Yan's heart skipped. Her worst fear had come true—the boy had tasted the forbidden fruit and craved more.
Wang Yue replied righteously, "A mistake can't just be swept under the rug. It demands atonement. That's what you and Grandma taught me from the cradle."
"So how do you plan to atone? Confess to Mom and Grandma, let them punish you?" Xue Yan huffed.
"I didn't wrong them, so no need." Wang Yue grinned. "Sweet Mom, I offended you. I have to make it up to you."
"And how exactly?"
"With this—want it as compensation?" Wang Yue guided her little hand to his rock-hard cock. "It's yours from now on."
Xue Yan gripped it instinctively, then yanked away. "Then I'll cut the damn thing off so it can't cause more trouble!"
"If that's what you want, go ahead." Wang Yue pulled her hand back, holding it firm so she couldn't escape.
The scorching heat and throbbing pulse surged from his cock through her palm straight to her heart, leaving it tingling and numb.
She knew her maternal authority over him was shattered after this. Sighing, she tried a gentler tack. "Listen to Mom, good boy. What we did was wrong. If we keep going, how can we face the family? Your father?"
"So if we stop, we can face them without shame?" Wang Yue pressed.
"Well..." Xue Yan faltered.
Yeah—the deed was done. How could they pretend otherwise?
Wang Yue seized the opening. "Mom, they say there's zero times or infinite. Once you cross that line, one slip or a thousand—it's all the same. Skip this, and we'll live in guilt forever. Right?"
Xue Yan nodded despite herself. True— this one time doomed her to lifelong sin. No amount of self-delusion could erase it.
"Since guilt's inevitable, why not spice it with some pleasure?" Wang Yue added.
"Huh?" Her mind was a whirl; she didn't catch his drift.
He leaned to her ear, whispering, "Mom, did I fuck you good earlier?"
Her foggy brain replayed that orgasmic bliss. Dazed, she nodded. "So good... Mom's never felt that amazing."
"Want to fuck every day? Feel that bliss daily?"
She nodded again instinctively, then caught herself with a coquettish pout. "You little brat, what nonsense!"
"I'm dead serious." Wang Yue grew solemn. "We're damned anyway—mental torment's guaranteed. Why torture our bodies too?"
Logically, Xue Yan knew it was twisted logic, easy to refute.
But deep down, a voice whispered: He's right. Guilt's locked in—might as well satisfy the flesh.
That whisper swelled, overwhelming her mind.
As if possessed, she nodded faintly.
"Mom, you're the best!" Wang Yue whooped, pulling her down to lie with him, spooning her tight from behind. His rigid cock pressed insistently against her plump ass. In her ear, he murmured, "Sweet Mom, one more round?"
Three years of pent-up lust couldn't be quenched by one orgasm.
If anything, it had only intensified her craving—making Wang Yue's words hit home so easily.
Her reason held the reins now, but barely ahead of desire.
God, she wanted to say yes—to feel that thick cock impale her again, chase that heavenly peak.
But she held back. Not out of guilt this time, but concern for him.
He wasn't just the stud who'd fucked her soul from her body—he was the boy she'd raised like her own son.
A martial artist or not, he was only fifteen, not even a man yet. That last load had been massive; another might hurt him.
Plus, he'd spat blood—mostly for show, sure, but real blood all the same. It took a toll.
Right now, Xue Yan felt no romantic love for Wang Yue. Just maternal love, muddied by lust.
But even impure, it was the world's greatest love. His health trumped her urges.
She shook her head firmly. "No. Not tonight."
"Why? You already said yes!" Wang Yue whined.
"Good boy, hear me out." Xue Yan twisted in his arms to face him, deadly serious. "You're still young—can't get addicted. You came buckets already and spat blood. You need rest."
"Mom, I'm fine!" he insisted. "I know my limits. One more? Hell, I could fuck you all night!"
"Idiot child—don't you know slow and steady wins?" Xue Yan put on her stern mom face. "Best things aren't gorged in one go. Keep pushing? Fine, fuck away all night. But never come to Mom again."
Wang Yue folded instantly, pouting. "Fine, Mom. Don't be mad. I'll listen."
His pitiful look made her sigh and chuckle. Softening like when he was little, she cooed, "Good boy. Obey, and Mom'll give you everything. Tonight's rushed—no prep. Tomorrow, come back. Mom'll teach you full, proper lovemaking. Sound good?"
"Wasn't tonight full?"
"Just a quick release—a tiny slice of real sex." She smiled. "Tomorrow, Mom'll show you true ecstasy. You'll go to heaven."
"Okay, your call." Wang Yue nodded.
Fresh from his first taste, he ached to stay fused with her forever.
But she'd drawn the line—he didn't dare push lest she snap.
Plus, he had prep of his own. Reluctantly, he bid her goodnight, slipped from her courtyard, and snuck back to his quarters.
Once home, Wang Yue showered first—no rest. He dove into refining his technique.
He'd grasped Yin-Yang basics before, but without real female contact, dual cultivation was theory.
Now, after Yanyan Mom, he understood women firsthand. Plus, at climax, a wisp of her primal Yin essence had flowed into him.
That feminine Yin turbocharged his deductions.
The night passed uneventfully. By dawn, he'd perfected the dual cultivation method. Untested, but he was confident: at least Heaven-rank pinnacle. It wove in true Yin-Yang Dao.
The Wangs had a routine: inner cultivation in private courtyards at night; daytime group martial drills by realm.
Wang Yue usually joined his Qi Condensation sisters, cousins' wives, and such—skipping yesterday.
Today, he skipped again. Last night's Yin wisp helped, but no true dual cultivation yet.
Pure Yang overflowed; any poke, and his cock turned iron-hard.
Drilling with those stunning beauties? Inevitable contact, inevitable erection—even innocent.
To dodge embarrassment, he holed up. Even meals: pretty maids delivered to the outer hall; he ate solo after they left.
Waiting was torture. Wang Yue counted stars and moons till 9 PM—family cultivation time. Maids had their own fun; no wandering.
He bolted out, ghosted to Xue Yan's place.
No pigeonholing—Yanyan Mom left doors ajar. He slipped in, locked up.
Xue Yan's heart raced.
Truth be told, regret hit post-departure last night. Why'd she yield to that taboo madness?
Yet whenever she steeled to end it, memories of floating ecstasy—and his slick logic—flooded back.
From sleazy entertainment circles, yet her private life? Spotless. Pre-last night: only one man, Wang Yue's dad, Wang Jing.
She'd figured one for life. But she'd fallen so easily—to her lover's son, the boy who'd called her Mom since diapers.
Guilt crushed her... but deep down, forbidden thrill sparked.
Taboo-breaking power, born of sin—stimulation beyond all else.
So at dusk, she didn't bolt the door. She dolled up meticulously.
The lock's soft click doubled her pulse, but she feigned calm. "Good son, straight to the bedroom."
Wang Yue entered—and his eyes bugged.
Today's Xue Yan was worlds different.
Her usual updo cascaded like a waterfall over shoulders, amping her allure to sultry heights.
Flawless face, bare—no makeup could enhance; it'd only dull her glow.
Just a sheer lip gloss, making her tempting mouth drip with allure.
White blouse, casual yet straining over her H-cup titans—second button refused duty. A deep cleavage peek between first and third buttons teased mercilessly.
Black hip-hugger skirt, packed taut by her meaty, juicy ass.
Sleek legs sheathed in over-knee black stockings—pure sex. A sliver of snowy thigh between skirt and tops? Blood-boiling.
Dainty feet in white stiletto sandals.
Black-white contrast? Masterclass.
Wang Yue barely knew fashion, but this? Blood boiled.
"Mom, I'm here!" Clothes ripped off, massive cock throbbing painfully, he lunged at bedside Xue Yan.
She giggled, dodging. "Brat, slow down."
"How? You're too hot, Mom. If you don't let me fuck you soon, I'll explode!" Wang Yue whined desperately.
"Silly boy." Xue Yan cooed, "Mom's telling you—rushing in? Shallow release, no true peak bliss."
Wang Yue bought it. "Then how?"
"Tease, foreplay—stoke deepest fires for premium loving." She lectured patiently.
"What do I do?"
"Sit, good son." She pulled him to bed's head, smiled bewitchingly. "Mom dances for you first."
Prime star of yore—voice unmatched, dances killer. Wang Yue and sibs adored her shows.
But now? Cock ruled his brain—no dance mood.
Still, her call. He sat, eyes glued to her sexy form.
Xue Yan swayed into graceful classical dance.
In proper attire? Elegant poetry.
This outfit? Pure temptation.
Wang Yue's eyes nearly popped—especially her high kick. Nearly lost it.
Like last night: no panties. Leg up, neat black bush framing pink slit flashed by.
Fleeting glimpse? Deadlier than staring.
Seeing him hooked, Xue Yan savored the mix: maternal love plus raw lust—a perfect storm.
Greatest purity fused with deepest depravity.
Before him: loving mom and needy woman.
With son: no secrets. With lover: no limits.
Freer than with Wang Jing.
Dance grew bolder—script ditched for seduction.
High kicks hiked her skirt to waist—pussy bare.
Black-stockinged leg high, no drop. Right hand dove to crotch, middle finger plunged into her long-teased tender pussy. She sang:
"Dig dig dig in my little saucy pussy~"
"Dig out some juice so son can thrust right in~"
Wang Yue blinked. Their childhood game song, twisted filthy.
Innocent tune, sung with slutty face, pose, words? Hotter than porn.
Leg down, she spun, bent, ripe peach ass high for him. Fresh-from-pussy hand—glistening strings—slapped her full-moon cheek, rippling waves. Sang on:
"Slap slap slap on my big ol' ass~"
"Let son's eyes feast on it all~"
Spin up, perfumed whirlwind to him. Grabbed his near-bursting cock, squeezed teasingly. Sang:
"Grab grab grab on that extra-big dick~"
"Hard cock, hurry up and fuck Mom~"
Wang Yue's fire maxed. Soft, slick hand on cock + slutty song? Limits shattered.
Arms out to pin her, ram into that saucy pussy, fuck till sated.
Giggle-dodge. Again.
"Mom, you're killing me!" Wang Yue groaned, desperate and pouty.
"Brat, Mom's not denying you—why rush?" Xue Yan laughed lewdly. Seeing real distress, she relented. "Fine, here I come. But follow my lead."
"Mm-hmm!" Eager nods.
She sidled close, hugged soft. "Good son, kiss Mom first."
Wang Yue hugged back, lunged lips-first at her sexy reds.
His growth lagged—1.7m at fifteen.
Xue Yan matched, heels higher. He tiptoed.
No issue—martial kid, effortless.
But kissing? Zero skill. Just desperate pecks, like her baby-face smooches.
"Silly goose, not like that." Xue Yan giggled. "Mom teaches. Open wide."
He did.
Lips met, sucked sweetly. Her sweet tongue slipped in.
Slick tongue in mouth? He sucked gently—fragrant, soft, better than candy.
She withdrew; he thrust his in.
Her hot mouth sucking his tongue? Even better. Lost in it.
Kissing, his hands roamed—back, then auto-grabbed her full-moon ass cheeks. Fingers sank into plush warmth.
Heavenly feel—like new toy. Knead, reshape her sexy ass. Hips bucked wildly.
Both near-nude, her skirt waist-high, legs longer—thrusts slotted his cock between thighs.
She clamped, trapping the rod in her crotch. Scorching heat seared her inner thighs and pussy deliciously.
Wang Yue starved; Xue Yan ravenous—just teaching delayed the plunge.
Grinding snapped control. Ass rocked, sliding cock along her slick slit.
Not fucking yet, but friction blissed them. Deep in kiss-and-grind heaven.
Soon, not enough. Xue Yan dipped knees for harder press.
Discovery!
Her weight bore down—his cock unbowed, defiant.
She tested: full sink. Still rigid.
Shock and joy. Beyond human—freakish strength.
This beast would fuck her to the stars!
Minutes of hug-kiss-grind. Her pussy neared climax. For lesson's sake, she pulled back.
"Mom—!" Protest.
"Patience, son. Mom makes you feel good." Close again—no kiss. Lips trailed chest, tongue flicked nipples.
He endured, learning.
Down she went: pecs, navel, abs. Squatted, gripped cock, engulfed.
He looked down: purple head vanishing in her crimson lips. Shiver of body-mind ecstasy.
Half-head sucked soft. Deep breath, ass-pull—half-shaft plunged.
"Mmph..." Underestimated girth. Head hit throat; gag reflex.
Wang Yue? Roared bliss. Hands dove for her head, instinct to skullfuck—but mercy won. Hands softened to hair-stroking.
She sucked, bobbed shallow—gentle mouth-fuck.
Her skill middling; less than pussy-fuck bliss. Still divine.
More: idolized "Mom" slurping his cock? Taboo thrill outdid pussy.
Cock twitched wildly—she spat it out. Hand job against her gorgeous face, eyes up-gazing seductively. "Good son, feel good?"
"Fucking amazing!" Honest, but edged—right on brink, now denied. "Mom, pussy time?"
"Not yet." Xue Yan purred. "Fucking's mutual bliss. Can't just selfish-ram. Girl not ready? Hurts bad. Your size? Dry thrust kills. Remember: full foreplay always—especially young girls."
"Fuck other women? Never! Only your pussy forever, Mom!"
She giggled. "Fool. You'll wed, breed heirs for Wangs. Mom birthing yours? Dad or bro?"
He chuckled awkwardly. "Teach me your pleasure now."
"Good boy. Undress Mom's top." Sat, arms out.
Buttons undone.
No bra. Massive tits bounced free, jiggling hypnotically.
Eyes locked.
Snow-white orbs, flawless—no veins. Coin-sized pale areolae, peanut nipples.
Teardrop perfection, heavy and proud.
"Pretty?" Xue Yan beamed at his stare.
"Gorgeous!" Nod.
"Touch?" Tease.
No words—hands claimed. Too big for palms.
Silky, yielding...
Addicted instant. Molded them endlessly.
"Dummy, don't just grope." Xue Yan moaned.
Recalled her nipple-lick, porn flashes. Dove in, suckled like baby.
"Yes, son—like that. Soft sucks... Mom loves..." Dreamy, head-hug.
Bolder: left-right tit worship.
Too long—she squirmed. "Son, tits done. Other spots too."
Obedient: trailed down—navel, belly...
At belly: stocking-legs on shoulders, pussy bared. "Lick Mom's pussy, good boy."
"Lick?" Hesitant.
Beauty tempted a kiss—pink, juicy.
But virgin to it: pee spot? Ick.
"Brat, Mom sucked your cock—won't lick mine?" Hurt tone.
Fair. Kissed her flushed slit—slurped slick nectar.
Thrilled, she beamed. "Taste?"
"Fishy, musky." Honest. Before dismay: "But I love it weirdly. Smells exciting—cock harder!"
Dove back unprompted.