Mother-in-Law's Test
Su Mengyun's personality wasn't vicious at all—not like some powerhouses who flew off the handle at the slightest provocation or schemed in the shadows.
But that overwhelming aura of hers still made people instinctively keep their distance.
A little while later, as three o'clock approached, another announcement rang out from the entrance: "Jinling's Chen Family—Lady Ling Xueyan has arrived!"
All eyes turned to the door once more, and in walked Ling Xueyan in her sharp OL outfit.
Her long black hair was pinned up in a neat bun at the back of her head. She wore a crisp white blouse topped with a black short-sleeved vest jacket, paired with a knee-length black pencil skirt that hugged her hips. Her long, stunning legs were sheathed in sheer black stockings that shimmered faintly, and on her feet were strappy black high-heeled sandals. She looked refreshingly professional and poised.
In terms of raw beauty, Ling Xueyan fell just a half-step short of Su Mengyun. But when it came to sheer sexiness, she matched her blow for blow.
Su Mengyun's allure was subtle, her evening gown-style dress concealing most of her figure. All anyone could really gauge were those massive, perky tits straining at her chest. Ling Xueyan's sexiness, on the other hand, was bold and unapologetic. The tailored OL ensemble and form-fitting skirt outlined every curve of her voluptuous breasts, plump ass, slim waist, and endless legs.
Plus, Ling Xueyan's presence lacked Su Mengyun's intimidating edge. As a business prodigy who always preached harmony in deals, she exuded approachability.
The moment she entered, martial artists swarmed her, eager for even a quick word.
Though Ling Xueyan kept the men at arm's length, chatting only closely with the women, Wang Yue still felt a twinge of irritation seeing her surrounded like that.
He stood up and pushed through the crowd, squeezing to her side. "Auntie Xue, you're here! Come sit with us."
Wang Yue might be young, but he represented the Wang Family. No one dared block him, and a path cleared instantly.
Ling Xueyan smiled warmly as she followed him back to their little group. She greeted Su Mengyun, Feng Haopeng, and Bao Guo first, then shot a surprised glance at Li Menglan standing behind Wang Yue before taking a seat.
With Ling Xueyan's arrival, all five great families were present—the signal that the summit had officially begun.
Some martial artists immediately laid out their wares on the tables in front of them, while others wandered from table to table, browsing.
Hundreds of cultivators springing into action turned the hall into a bustling marketplace in no time.
Wang Yue couldn't help but roll his eyes. A lavish banquet hall reduced to a night market stall—martial artists really didn't stand on ceremony.
The five great families had it easier. They simply displayed their goods and let others come to them. Those with partnership interests could propose deals now; if any family was keen, they'd hash out details privately after the summit.
Wang Yue had it even easier. The Wang Family wasn't seeking outside collaborations this time, so he just waited for people to trade or buy what he'd brought.
And if other martial artists had premium or exotic items, they'd always check with the five families first—no fear of missing out.
Wang Yue found the whole scene boring as hell. Good thing Li Menglan was there to chat with; otherwise, he'd be dying of tedium.
With everyone hunting for specific treasures amid the hundreds of attendees—and haggling over potential deals—the trade fair dragged on until nightfall.
But since it was a gathering, no one just packed up and left after trading. A banquet for hundreds kicked off right there.
Wang Yue pulled Li Menglan to sit beside him, and they shared some food.
By now, the five families' reps were usually wrapping up and heading out, while other martial artists did as they pleased—leave early or stick around for fun.
Already, some pairs who'd hit it off were swaying in the central dance floor. That was part of the appeal for many: catch someone's eye, enjoy a one-night fling, then part ways with no strings attached.
Wang Yue was about to lead Li Menglan out when Ling Xueyan stood and approached. "Yue'er, come dance with me."
He knew exactly what this was. His mother-in-law wanted to grill him about Li Menglan.
He'd brought her openly today—no intention of hiding it. Besides, Li Menglan was the only woman he could claim publicly right now, and hell, he wanted to show her off. He was a teenager, after all.
He wasn't scared of the questions. Even if she didn't ask, he'd have told her—and Chen Xi—himself.
But self-awareness kicked in: dancing with such a gorgeous, sexy future mother-in-law? He'd get rock-hard for sure, and that'd be awkward as fuck.
"Auntie Xue, I don't know how to dance. How about we step out and talk somewhere?"
She shook her head. "No, I really want to dance right now. I can teach you."
Wang Yue was trapped. Dancing wasn't rocket science—martial artists had killer coordination. He'd pick it up in seconds; no excuse there.
"Alright." He caved. Couldn't exactly say, "You're too hot; my dick'll get hard holding you, and that'll be embarrassing."
They entered the dance floor, one behind the other. Ling Xueyan was bold: she draped an arm over his shoulder, the other around his waist, pressing her towering tits right against his chest.
She'd watched him grow up; to her, he was still a kid. No awkwardness on her end.
Wang Yue, though? Mortified. The instant those soft, bouncy tits mashed into him, his cock surged to life.
To hide it, he arched his hips back.
Luckily, she was about his height, and those heels made her taller. Even close, his bulge would only nudge between her thighs, not her belly—if he was careful.
Ling Xueyan noticed his awkward stance but chalked it up to beginner's nerves.
"So, what's the deal with that girl?" Once she'd shown him the basics, she cut straight to it.
"She's my personal maid, Li Menglan. You've met her, Auntie Xue."
"Don't play coy!" Towering over him in her heels, she glared playfully. "That's not what I'm asking."
He grinned. "Besides that, Lan-jie's my woman now. I'll take responsibility for her forever."
She blinked, stunned. She'd figured mutual crushes, not full-on lovers. "You little punk—how old are you? You can't be doing that yet!"
"I'm plenty big already." Her scolding stirred him up; he couldn't resist the double entendre.
She missed it entirely. Teen boys hit that "I'm all grown up" phase—it was textbook.
"What about little Xi? You deserve her?"
Mention of Chen Xi hit his guilt button. "Auntie Xue, I know it's not entirely fair to Xi. But Lan-jie's mine now—I can't just ditch her."
Three wives, four concubines? Four husbands, endless lovers? Normal in this era. Ling Xueyan was used to it—no real anger, just maternal pique for her daughter.
His words softened her. She smiled. "Good conscience on you. But don't neglect my Xi for her sake."
"Never." Wang Yue jumped on it. "Xi and I go way back—irreplaceable."
"Mm, Auntie Xue trusts you're man enough to own it." She beamed, pleased.
Topic wrapped, but the song wasn't over. They kept swaying to the rhythm.
Silence fell. Then Ling Xueyan felt a sudden heat flush her body, heart pounding wildly.
She was disciplined—three years suppressing urges, not even solo relief.
Her willpower and cultivation made it easy.
But now? An inexplicable craving hit hard. Her body turned hypersensitive. Just her tits rubbing his chest softened her knees; her crotch grew slick and sticky.
Thrilling yet terrifying—what was wrong with her?
Song ended; she pulled away. "Let's go."
Wang Yue gripped her slim waist tighter, awkward. "Auntie Xue, one more song?"
"Hooked already?" She eyed his weird posture. Weird to get addicted like that.
"Not hooked on dancing. Just... not convenient to leave now." He chuckled dryly.
"Not convenient how?"
No dodging it. "Auntie Xue, sorry—I'm hard."
"Hard?" It took a beat, then her cheeks blazed. Cheeky little perv—getting hard dancing with his future mother-in-law?
"Now what?" She'd never navigated this. Abandon him? Lights outside were brighter; anyone spotting his tent would be humiliating.
Wang Yue scanned. "Fewer people that way. Cover me—I can slip into one of those rest cubicles."
No choice. She played along, "dancing" them toward the quieter edge.
Music shifted—fast, pumping beats. The floor erupted into wild moves from slow grinds.
Martial artists, no holds barred. Once hyped, who cared who bumped who? Especially here.
Like a club frenzy.
Wang Yue and Ling Xueyan hit the crowded center—big swings inevitable.
He was fine—Heavenly Origin peak; untouchable.
She wasn't. Average talent, business-focused—Spirit Condensation first layer.
Decent, but some here outclassed her.
Like the excited woman behind her now. Higher realm, oblivious—one wild swing slammed Ling Xueyan's back.
Off-balance, heart already racing, she stumbled forward—right into Wang Yue.
He instinctively hugged her waist to steady her.
They froze.
Light contact before had him throbbing. Now? Full embrace, her intoxicating scent, those massive soft tits crushed against him.
Too close—his rigid cock jammed between her thighs through clothes.
Heels kept it from her core, but wedged in her mother-in-law thighs? He was losing it.
Ling Xueyan fared worse. Tits mashed, thighs invaded by hard heat—electric tingles shot to her brain, igniting three years' pent-up lust into an inferno.
Her legs buckled.
When he eased apart, a pang of reluctance hit her.
She stayed silent; he panicked, thinking her mad at the "accident." "Auntie Xue, sorry—not on purpose."
She barely heard, replaying the thigh nudge.
So hard... and big. Yue'er's really grown.
Wild urge to see it gripped her.
He mistook her quiet for fury. At the edge now, better bail for her to cool off.
No eyes on them—dancers wild, others chatting deals.
He tugged her out. "Auntie Xue, I'll head in first. Apologize properly later."
Flash—into a side rest cubicle.
"Lust-blind"—not just men. Women too.
Sex-crazed, inhibitions vanish; boldness surges.
Ling Xueyan? Ghosted in after him.
He was about to sit, calm his raging boner—door clicked locked behind her.
"Auntie Xue, why'd you come in?" Here for payback?
"To check on you." She eyed his tent, giggling. "Drop those pants—Auntie'll inspect. Hard this long—hope it didn't hurt."
"Huh?" Stunned. Proper lady turned wild?
"Huh what? Hurry up. You've let other girls use it—can't I look? I raised you; seen it all. No need to blush."
Heaven, you spoiling me?
Her demand ignited him. Two days pent-up, lust-fogged brain—his mind filthy anyway.
Office glimpse of her curves? Instant hard-on fantasy.
He wanted to fuck his future MILF.
Opportunity? Seize or die.
No hesitation. Pants and boxers down—nearly twenty cm monster sprang free.
"God... that big?!" Even lust-mad, she gawked. Double her expectations in girth alone.
Shock melted to adoration.
Men varied—big tits, petite, flat-chested...
Women? Simple: bigger cock wins. Virgins too—instinct.
Normal woman, lust-blind? She gripped it, stroking softly.
Huge! Iron-hard! A mental moan. Scary size, but loved. Just holding it near orgasm.
"Hiss~" Her soft hand on his cock—bliss. But he played coy: "Auntie Xue, this isn't right?"
"What's wrong? Touched it as a kid." Strokes pro. "You're marrying my girl—I gotta check the goods for her."
"Check the goods?" Bizarre logic owned him.
"Duh. Big and hard's nice, but useless if quick-shot. She'd suffer. Gotta test."
Ridiculous—moms don't test sons-in-law's stamina. But lust ruled; it felt legit.
Emboldened, she toyed guilt-free.
"Mother-in-law, how'll you test?" Amused.
"Test one: endurance." "Size and hardness good, but stamina key. Small but lasting satisfies; big but premature? Waste. Hold out five minutes in my hand—or no daughter for you."
She sped up—two strokes per second.
Purple-red monster shuttling her pale hand, scorching heat, unyielding—her breath hitched, body burned, pussy soaked.
Envy for daughter surged: Xi must've earned cosmic karma for this stud. Even without else, this cock beats 99% of wives' bliss.
Wang Yue watched sexy MILF jerk him—ineffable thrill.
Post-harem, control better. Her pace moderate—five minutes, still steel, no edge.
Time up, she ramped—frantic, tighter.
Torture. Minute-plus, peak hit. Cock swelled; thick ropes blasted two meters to floor.
So much, so thick!
Swallowing? Knew of it—grossed her out.
Now? Craved taste. Wasted on floor? Shame.
Regret aside, done. She eyed him approvingly. "Endurance: pass. Next, recovery."
"Recovery?"
"Your stamina's solid—good foreplay gets her off. But one orgasm? Not perfect." "Xi's my baby—basic won't cut. Can you reload fast for round two, three, more?"
"Like this?" He thrust hips.
Snake-soft post-cum hardened instantly—full rigidity.
Monster! Daughter envy peaked.
Big, hard, enduring, quick-reset—apex male.
Beggar with this? Women flock lifelong.
And Wang Yue? Future Wang head, handsome genius.
Perfection incarnate.
If not MILF, twenty years younger? She'd fall hard.
"Test" near done—but unsatisfied. "Now, round two endurance. Tougher—hold out."
Squatted, gripped, tongue flicked cum-droplet off tip.
Salty, fishy—bad. But nectar to her.
Tongue circled glans, saliva-glazed. Then engulfed.
Sensitive tip tingled; full suck—shuddered ecstasy.
Popped out, stroked while gazing up. "Little guy—Li Menglan done this?"
"Yeah." Honest—blame her indirectly.
"Hmph." Jealous sniff—deep-throated again.
Deeper now—half his girth stuffed her max-effort.
Thrilling fullness—no pleasure usually, but this? Divine.
Wang Yue? Peak. Gorgeous queen-MILF slurping him—body-mind overload.
"Better than her?" Eager pop-out.
Raw envy for maid: Why her—a servant—publicly hogging this? Xi hasn't even!
For daughter's sake—prove maid inferior.
He nodded furiously. "Way better. She fumbles—no skill like yours."
Pride swelled—then doubt. Novices thrill men more? Her "experience" backfired.
Truth: Mom drilled pre-marriage—small family, Chen marriage via business smarts.
Realist mom feared neglect—taught pleasuring arts.
Husband traditional; family respected her—no use.
Thought lifetime unused—till lust-possessed display for son-in-law. Virgin mouth to his cock.
He'd doubt truth anyway.
Even believed? Mom of three vs. maid's "firsts."
No purity contest—lean advantages.
Beauty: superior. Body: fire. Identity: ultimate taboo thrill. Skills: vast.
No firsts? Ultimate pleasure—addict him.
Limited now: oral only.
If not son-in-law...
Competitive fire lit. Sultry smile up: "Good son-in-law—want more bliss?"
Stunned. "Auntie Xue—what'd you call me?"
"Son-in-law. Right?" "Don't call me Auntie Xue—call me Mother-in-Law!"
"Yes, Mother-in-Law." Swallow—title jacked excitement sky-high.
"Good boy—Mother-in-Law adores you." Seductive grin—devoured again. Light-heavy sucks, bobbing—pistoning like pussy.
All his women sucked him—but her? Supreme. Wet warmth clenched, mimicking orgasmic squeezes—no teeth nicks like amateurs. Depth aside, pussy-like.
Bliss overload—no control. Under three minutes: waist numbed, cock spasmed—ropes blasted her throat, bruising force.
"Mmm..." Moan escaped. God—that power... inside? Instant orgasm.
Thighs clenched—edge teetered.
Tease denied—torment.
Can't self-touch before him—"goods check" excuse gone.
Swallowed all, sucked dry, stood abrupt. "Done. You go—I’ll tidy."
"Test over?"
"Size, girth, hardness, endurance, recovery—all ace. Rest? Figure out together." Leave—let me finish! Rushed words.
"Nah." Shake. "Mother-in-Law, you know my size. No skill? Hurt Xi—like Lan-jie. Once wrecked her—won't let me near now. Worry for Xi."
Not lies—truth minus pleasure, pact.
"Then what?" Genuine worry. Her post-kids? Maybe. Virgin? Hell no.
Sympathy for maid now—kind heart under jealousy.
"Mother-in-Law, you're expert. Teach me now?" Grin.