Mother-in-Law and Elder Sister-in-Law
“Then we won’t disturb you any longer. Please go ahead,” He Qiong said hurriedly, afraid of holding Wang Yue back.
Wang Yue nodded and headed toward Ling Xueyan’s office. After a few steps, he turned back and said, “Auntie He, it’s already spotless in here. No need for more cleaning—you can take this time to rest.”
“Thank you, Young Master Wang. I understand,” He Qiong replied, though she didn’t take it to heart.
Actually, not just Wang Yue—even Ling Xueyan and Chen Chen had told her the same thing. But she still insisted on doing it.
She was a grateful woman, and the job here was far too leisurely. The secretaries often scrambled to handle tasks just to impress the two bosses. If He Qiong wanted, she could do absolutely nothing—sit from morning till afternoon, then collect her paycheck.
But that would gnaw at her conscience. So whenever there was truly nothing to do, she’d sweep and mop the floors over and over, keeping them immaculate at all times.
Wang Yue reached Ling Xueyan’s office door and knocked.
“Come in,” came Ling Xueyan’s slightly surprised voice from inside. Clearly, she hadn’t expected anyone at this hour.
Wang Yue pushed the door open, locked it behind him, and grinned. “Mother-in-law dearest, it’s me. Surprise? Happy?”
“Yue’er, what are you doing here?” Ling Xueyan’s emotions churned as she watched the smiling youth approach. Complicated didn’t even begin to cover it.
Since their parting that day, she’d been in torment.
On one hand, she regretted her impulsiveness—the irreversible act she’d committed—and swore to herself there’d never be a second time with Wang Yue.
On the other, she couldn’t stop reliving that exquisite pleasure. She’d never felt anything like it in her life, not even close, not in that cramped lounge that night.
The past two days, even her dreams replayed the scene.
At first, her resolve was ironclad: no more with her future son-in-law.
But time eroded it, especially at midnight when her panties soaked through. She yearned to relive that night.
This morning, changing them, she’d felt a twinge of resentment: That brat pulls out and ghosts me—no calls, nothing.
And now, here he was, out of nowhere.
Her heart leaped with joy at the sight, just as he’d said—but reason quickly clamped it down.
Wang Yue skirted the desk, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and chuckled. “Here to see my saucy pussy mother-in-law, of course.”
His nearness, his touch—it sent a shiver through her. Her body, already craving, ignited.
Thankfully, three years of pent-up fire had vented most of itself that night. She clung to her wits, sighing half-genuine, half-playful. “I knew it. After that day, I’m just a cheap slut to you—public property.”
Wang Yue startled. “I never thought that!”
Ling Xueyan gave a self-mocking smile. “Haven’t you? No respect left like before. But I can’t blame you. I couldn’t control myself—seducing my own future son-in-law. Deserve to be looked down on.”
Seeing her like this alarmed him. He swore hastily, “Auntie Xue, sorry! It’s not like that. I respect you so much, I just thought…”
His flushed face, like a guilty kid fumbling for words—it was adorable. Her resentment evaporated; she giggled. “You just thought since you’d fucked Auntie Xue’s pussy, you could talk dirty anytime, right?”
“Not anytime,” Wang Yue said awkwardly. “Only when we’re alone.”
“Silly boy, it’s not just about that between men and women. Even husbands and wives need respect. Dirty talk like ‘saucy pussy mother-in-law’ is only for flirting. Got it?”
“Got it. I’ll change,” he promised, then caught on. “Wait—you mean we can still…”
“I said nothing,” she deadpanned, face stern. “Spit it out. Why are you here? Don’t say it’s for that.”
“W-well… not exactly,” Wang Yue stammered, embarrassed, denying on reflex.
Truth was, Ling Xueyan’s fragile barrier had crumbled. Adultery had only a zero or infinity—first time made the rest inevitable.
But seeing him squirm amused her. She teased, half-smiling, “Not? Then what? Make it good, and mother-in-law will reward you.”
“Really?” His eyes lit up. “Okay—I came to dual cultivate with you.”
“Dual cultivate?” Ling Xueyan blinked. She hadn’t heard.
“We cultivate together, harmonizing yin and yang for rapid breakthroughs.” He explained, “Grandma should’ve told Grandma Shen—it just hasn’t reached you.”
He outlined it, even revealing the truth.
“You little punk—planning to fuck every woman in our three families?” she huffed.
“No, no!” He waved frantically. “No choice—I had to stall.”
“So dual cultivation requires that?”
He nodded, gesturing half his glans. “At least this deep to activate. Deeper means more pleasure, better results.”
“Fine, reason passes. But it’s still the same,” she laughed.
“No—it’s dual cultivation! Boosts cultivation!” he protested.
“Same difference—your cock in my pussy.” She eyed him, then giggled. “But thinking of your mother-in-law for this? Filial boy. Come, good son-in-law—reward time.”
She unzipped him, freeing his cock.
Her eyes glazed at the thick, rigid monster. She gripped it, rubbing her flawless cheek against it. “Missed you these days. Still so majestic. Love it.”
She pecked the tip.
“Mother-in-law, what do I call you now?” Wang Yue grinned.
“Doesn’t matter—just know I’m your saucy pussy mother-in-law.” Her hands stroked; she teased the head on her creamy skin. “Big-cock son-in-law, how do you want to play with your saucy pussy mother-in-law today?”
“Your call, Mother-in-law. Teach me some moves.”
“Good. Sit.” She stood, seating him in her chair. Facing him on the desk, she kicked off her heels, lifting her dainty black-stockinged feet to clamp and stroke his cock.
Wang Yue’s hands roamed her sheer-stockinged legs, savoring the silk.
From resentful to slutty in seconds—the rollercoaster doubled his thrill.
Her perfect legs, sheathed in black silk, were lethal. “Leg year”? Amateur hour. He could play forever.
No panty hose today—she’d skipped them. From his angle, he saw her plump thighs and the damp white panties between.
“Good son-in-law, feel good?” Her left foot rubbed the shaft, right sole teased his sensitive head. Sultry eyes locked on his.
“So good!” He nodded hard. He’d studied porn, thought himself pro—but this was real mastery.
And she’d honed it solo with toys, never her husband. First man: him. Ultimate satisfaction.
After footjob, she knelt, unbuttoned her blouse, ditched her bra. Cupping her snowy tits, she enveloped his cock, sliding it between.
Footjob, titjob—visual feasts. Purple-red cock thrusting her white cleavage: mind-blowing psych high. Bodily thrill secondary.
But he was wrong—more tricks incoming.
After strokes, she bent low, mouth agape.
His length let the tip emerge from deep cleavage on downstrokes. She engulfed it.
Lips sealed tight, sucking hard. On upstrokes, a wet pop.
Sight, feel, sound—maxed out.
Under triple assault, he lasted under three minutes before erupting.
“That’s enough for today. More later. Now, big-cock son-in-law—make your mother-in-law cum.” She swallowed every drop.
Plenty more tricks, but not all at once. Time and place wrong for endless fun; better to tease, build anticipation.
She saw it now: her son-in-law-from-childhood wasn’t innocent—bold as hell.
Surrounded by beauties rivaling or surpassing her, he’d claim many. Keep it fresh, or risk neglect.
Her body—masterpiece. Pleasing her was bliss for him. No refusal.
He scooped her onto the desk, arm around her, lips crashing.
Kissing: rawest intimacy. Women might fuck unloved men, but not kiss.
No resistance—she kissed back fiercely, tongue invading for his taste.
Three-plus minutes; parting pulled a silvery strand.
He buried in her chest, hands kneading firm tits, mouth latching a nipple.
“Ohh…” She moaned blissfully, then coached: “Good boy, don’t just suck. Nibble lightly—makes mother-in-law feel even better.”
Teeth grazed the hard nipple.
She shuddered, clutching his head, smashing it into softness. Nose and mouth smothered.
Return to Truth expert—no breath needed for hours. He widened his mouth, sucked her areola deep.
Pity no milk—her daughters grown.
Alternating till tits reddened, he shifted to her black-silk legs.
Sexiest part: not tits or ass, but endless shapely legs in sheer black. Nosebleed fuel.
Caressing calves to thighs, hiking her skirt to waist.
Stocking tops—snowy thigh-black silk contrast: perfection.
Panties soaked translucent. Dark bush, pink slit visible.
Half-hidden allure peaked it. Tongue lapped through fabric.
“Ohh…” Unbearable fire. “Good son-in-law, enough teasing. Fuck your saucy pussy mother-in-law with that big cock!”
“Got it.” He nodded. “I’ll teach the technique first, then—”
“No—fuck me first. Can’t take it.” She cut him off, desperate.
She was beyond wild—mindless lust. No learning now. He relented, shoved panties aside, exposing flooded pussy. Cockhead pressed.
Hot glans met aching flesh—instant frenzy. “Good son-in-law, quick! Fuck me, pound me—ram your big cock in mother-in-law’s saucy pussy!”
His fire raged—no hesitation. Hips slammed; full hilt, head battering cervix.
“Aah—!” Her pussy remembered but not fully adapted. Pain mixed ecstasy.
His experience with milfs said she could take it. No pause—furious pistoning.
Pain fled; pleasure flooded.
She arched, arms neck-locked, tits crushed to his chest. Legs vise-wrapped his waist, pulling impossibly deep.
He hammered limited space—short, blindingly fast strokes.
Frenzied duo: flesh-slaps merged. Non-cultivators would break; they thrived.
Intensity peaked orgasm fast. Two minutes: she quaked, climaxing. He jetted deep.
Cock gripped by spasming pussy—soul-melting bliss.
Finally, she exhaled. “Too good. Mother-in-law’s hooked forever, good son-in-law.”
“Never leaving. You’re my saucy pussy mother-in-law forever—daily big-cock pounding!” Dominant claim.
“Yes—only yours. More, good son-in-law.”
“Hold on—learn the technique first.” Minimal yin vented without link, but waste. Linked doubled pleasure—he wanted her shattered.
Still horny, but post-orgasm calm let her focus.
Simple method. Her talent middling, but his guidance and qi-link connected them fast.
Link ignited bliss—fire soared. “Big-cock boy, enough—fuck me!”
Knock knock knock.
She startled, inhaled deep, steadied voice, pressed intercom. “Who?”
“Mom, it’s me. Why’s the door locked?” Chen Chen outside.
Ling Xueyan released, whispering urgently, “Pull out—Chenchen’s here!”
Special materials: inner sounds stayed in; she could speak freely off-button.
Wang Yue’s mind raced—recalled aunt’s office thrill. Under noses, especially daughter: electric. Bai Yan vs. Su Mengqing? Mild.
“No need. I’ll hide below.” Scooping her—cock buried—he arched like with aunt. Desk hid; she seemed seated.
Reluctant to lose it, no flaws visible—she tidied blouse, unlocked.
Chen Chen entered, puzzled. “Mom, you okay? Took forever.”
“Fine.” Deflect. “What’s up?”
“File on Gusu Bao family collab—needs your signature.” Handed it.
She reached—trembled. Wang Yue twitched inside, bliss surging.
Chen Chen, martial expert, caught it. “Mom, you ill?”
She circled the desk.
Wang Yue panicked—script said oblivious thrill. Not this sis!
He froze; Ling Xueyan, business vet, calculated: full cock impossible; split inexplicable. She lifted—most withdrew, glans only inside.
Chen Chen arrived—saw Wang Yue, their state.
“Mom, Little Yue—you…” Jaw dropped, staring at juncture.
“Chenchen, no misunderstanding. Practicing with Yue’er.”
“Practice? Needing that?” Face crimson—shock faded to realization.
“Yue’er, pause.” Calmly disengaged, fixed clothes. “Dual cultivation—man-woman method, skyrockets progress…”
She repeated to daughter, stressing minimal insertion required.
Chen Chen watched him tuck away—heart pounding. Knew what it was. But… that big?!
Sincere, but dubious. “Even a little—no! He’s Xiaoxi’s fiancé. Incest!”
“Not really in—nothing incestuous. Fast gains—small price.” Casual.
“All ‘cultivation’ talk—proof?”
“Uh…” Awkward. Regretted not learning first—would’ve advanced realms. Now busted pre-start.
“See?” Chen Chen frowned. “Mom, I get it—Dad gone three years, needs normal. But not Little Yue—Xiaoxi’s man.”
Business family, worldly—more open than purist martial artists. Rational.
“Why not believe?” Huff. “Try with him—you’ll see.”
“What?” Chen Chen gaped.
Wang Yue: Mother-in-law…?
Offhand frustration, but viable. Business genius maximized profit.
Character fine, but instinct weighed pros: minimal penetration—no virginity loss, intimate contact max. Huge gains.
Compared to pretty martial women trading bodies for resources? Nothing.
Convinced: “Yes—try. Won’t go deep. Like kids playing house. Good deal?”
Wang Yue speechless. Lust-warped, her morals tanked—slut level.
“Lady outside, whore in bed.” Treasure. Glad first—hers now. Or risk cuckoldry… to missing father-in-law.
Chen Chen shocked—expressive “WTF” face.
Ling Xueyan thrilled—wanted to see his cock at her other daughter’s entrance. “Decided. Hurry—rare chance!”
“Mom, you serious?” Heartbroken. What’s with her today? Queen gone?
“For your good—don’t believe? Watch.” Eyed Wang Yue.
He schemed: Chenchen sis—stunner. Chen Xi’s sister, eldest. If… mother-daughter DP…
Bolder, lewder. Milf done—now sis. Double with them.
No refusal. “Sure.”
Before daughter, she lay on desk, skirt up, legs spread, panties aside—dripping pussy bared. “Yue’er, dual cultivate. Show Chenchen sis I’m not lying.”
Chen Chen averted eyes—but curiosity glued her. Real?
Seen once—not again. Stayed.
Pants to knees, monster out—second view, still shocking. Aimed, half-glans in.
“Hoo…” Ling Xueyan stifled moan, exhaled. Pussy parted again—craved full swallow.
Daughter watching—play calm. “Begin.”
No need prompt—post-first link, insertion auto-ran.
His pure yang qi flowed cock-to-pussy-to-meridians, stirring her yin qi and stored essence. Into him, refined, back—cycle.
Shallow, static—slow. But her base low: Spirit Condensation 1st layer.
Under ten minutes: quake—breakthrough.
No stop. Legs on shoulders, shallow plug.
Torture for both.
Him: prime milf untapped—agony.
Her: interrupted mid-pound, now teased immobile—cruelest torment.
But to fool—no choice. Adulterer’s penance.
Ten more minutes: another quake—3rd layer.
Chen Chen stunned.
Mom’s talent known—one breakthrough? Luck, long-stuck.
Two? No coincidence. Dual cultivation real.
Static cock-to-pussy: virgin-shattering visual.
Pure boy hard at nude pic—girls same. Plus prolonged pure yang exposure: heat surged, wetness leaked.
Like self-soothing post-stimuli—but fiercer.
Wang Yue-mom scene + yang qi: lust ignited.
“Believe now? Try?” Ling Xueyan asked.
Inherited trait: arousal nuked restraint.
Hesitant nod. “Okay—want fast gains too.”
“Come, like me.” Beckoned to desk beside. “Yue’er, teach her the chant first.”