Fucking a Bright Future
Watching his cock being rubbed between Yan-mom's feet, the silky touch and visual impact filled Wang Yue with a unique thrill.
Xue Yan stopped urging him on, her eyes widening at the sight.
Though she felt no real pleasure herself, seeing her son "fucking" her feet with his massive cock stirred an unexpected excitement in her heart.
After rubbing for a good while, Wang Yue finally released Xue Yan's feet. "Mom, wanna try something fresh?"
"Something fresh?" Xue Yan asked.
Wang Yue leaned down and whispered a few words in her ear.
"You little punk, what kind of weird trick is this?" Xue Yan's pretty face flushed red as she playfully scolded him, but she still agreed. "Sit down then."
"Thanks, Mom." Wang Yue happily sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, his big cock standing tall.
Xue Yan got off the bed, knelt between his legs, cupped her teardrop-shaped massive tits with both hands, leaned forward, and gently clamped his cock between them.
"Good Mom, just like that—move them up and down." Wang Yue directed her excitedly.
Xue Yan followed, sliding her hands up and down, titfucking his cock back and forth.
Truth be told, a titjob didn't feel as good as pounding pussy, but watching his purple-red cock shuttle between his mom's snow-white tits brought immense psychological satisfaction.
Xue Yan looked down at her chest, her beautiful eyes glazing over.
She loved Wang Yue's big cock more with every glance—she wanted to swallow it whole.
And that's exactly what she did. Releasing her tits, she opened her little mouth and took it in.
"Mom, no need to take it so deep. Suck it while licking with your tongue." Armed with a head full of knowledge, Wang Yue now guided her.
Xue Yan lifted her head slightly, no longer trying to deepthroat, just keeping the head in her mouth. She sucked while swirling her soft tongue around it, just as he said.
"Hiss... so good, Mom, you're amazing!" Wang Yue praised her lavishly.
Encouraged, Xue Yan sucked even harder.
Wrapped in his mom's warm soft mouth, tongue laving his sensitive head, Wang Yue gasped in pleasure.
But after a few experiences, his stamina had improved. Xue Yan blew him for nearly five minutes—her jaw going numb—yet he showed no sign of cumming.
"Mom, get up. Time for your son to serve you." Wang Yue stopped her tenderly. Once she stood, he added, "Lie on the bed, ass up."
"What trick are you playing now?" Xue Yan grumbled. After so much teasing, her pussy itched unbearably—she just wanted his cock slamming inside her.
"Trust me, Mom. You'll love it." Wang Yue grinned.
Unable to resist, Xue Yan lay down on her stomach.
Gazing at her perfect back and ass curve, Wang Yue swallowed hard.
Her straight, slender black-stockinged legs were insanely sexy, but even more tempting was her snow-white, round, perky ass—like two full moons, plump and ripe.
Even flat on the bed, it arched high, begging to be ravaged.
Just like Xue Yan's urge to devour his cock, Wang Yue wanted to bite that peerless ass.
Of course, he didn't. He climbed on, gripped her waist, and lifted.
Xue Yan shifted from prone to all fours, her fat ass high in the air—lethally erotic.
"W-what are you doing?" Xue Yan imagined how slutty she looked and buried her face in the sheets, mortified.
"Mom, I'm gonna fuck you from behind." Wang Yue chuckled.
"Ah..." Xue Yan let out a shy moan. Pussy up like an animal in heat? Too embarrassing!
But before she could protest, Wang Yue pressed against her from behind, his big cock sliding into her cleft, the fat head pressing hard against her dripping saucy pussy.
Her starving pussy soothed by his cock, Xue Yan forgot her shame. "Good son, fuck me quick!"
Wang Yue aimed and pushed—the egg-sized head squeezing into her tight tender pussy.
"Oh—" Xue Yan cried out in bliss, craving deeper thrusts.
But Wang Yue teased, shallow-fucking just the head at her entrance while reaching around to grope her big tits.
Double-teamed, Xue Yan grew even more desperate.
The unfulfilled fire burned away her restraint. She looked back, eyes full of need. "Good son, Mom begs you—shove your big cock all in, fuck me hard!"
Wang Yue thrust deep—"squish"—bottoming out.
"Ah—" Xue Yan wailed, instinctively bucking her fat ass back, grinding his cock inside her. Every inch of her pussy caressed, the pleasure driving her mad.
"Oh... good son... your cock... is amazing... Mom's getting fucked so good... my pussy's gonna die of pleasure... harder... fuck Mommy harder..."
Wang Yue gripped her tits tight, hips slamming, pounding her saucy pussy relentlessly.
As he fucked, he teased, "Mom, tell me—did Dad ever fuck you like this?"
"Ah?" Mentioning his dad jolted Xue Yan with guilt and unease.
But taboo excitement surged too.
Wang Yue kept pounding. "Tell me—did Dad fuck you doggy?"
"N-no... we only did one way. Please don't ask." Xue Yan gasped, ashamed yet thrilled.
Wang Yue pressed: "Good Mom, whose cock is bigger—Dad's or mine? Who fucks you better? Who do you want more?"
Her cervix battered, endless pleasure and forbidden thrill overwhelming her, Xue Yan blurted her deepest desire: "Yours is bigger... you fuck me better... good son... no more questions... fuck me... ah... pound Mom's pussy... I only want you... forever... only yours... good son... harder..."
Thrilled, Wang Yue roared: "Good Mom, I love you!"
He slammed deep, ramming her cervix.
This time, no pullback—he ground hard against it.
"Urgh... ah..." Xue Yan shrieked—pleasure or pain?—as his head breached her cervix, invading untouched depths.
Numbness, tingles, soreness, itch, faint pain overwhelmed her, body shuddering uncontrollably.
Wang Yue hit ecstasy too.
First full insertion—her pussy meat clamping every inch, head engulfed in a soft, slick mouth sucking tight. He nearly came.
After a pause, he ground his abs against her fat ass, cock stirring her depths.
"Ah... ah... ah... ah..." Overwhelmed, Xue Yan lost speech, moaning mindlessly.
After a dozen grinds, he pulled back—the cervical mouth sucking hard, popping free with a "pop."
Xue Yan gasped: "Good son, that nearly killed Mom."
"Comfy, Mom?" Wang Yue asked. He'd seen it online—some women loved cervical fucking, others couldn't take it.
"You naughty boy, you almost reached Mom's womb! Afraid you'd break me?" Xue Yan said, then grinned: "But so fucking good. Mom loves it."
"Mom, let's keep going!" Knowing she could take it thrilled him—full hilt was bliss, that suck divine.
He nearly withdrew, then slammed full-depth again.
Xue Yan shuddered: "Yes, good son, fuck like that—Mom's in heaven!"
Wang Yue went wild—pulling almost out, slamming in, faster and harder.
"Good son... pussy-fucking pro... big-cock son... Mom's so good... pussy wrecked... fuck harder... gonna fly... harder... oh... too good... Mom's dying... cumming..." Xue Yan screamed shamelessly.
Wang Yue savored her tight pussy clamping, her ass rippling from impacts, her moans—lost in lust, pounding fiercer.
Under his assault—especially cervical hits—after just 200+ strokes, Xue Yan peaked.
"Good son... Mom's cumming... gonna squirt for my big-cock son... fuck... make Mom cum..."
Wang Yue hilted deep, grinding her cervix.
"Ah... ah... ah..." Her pussy quaked, clamping his cock vise-tight.
That mouth sucked his head hard—Wang Yue trembled, erupting.
One spurt, two, three...
Seven-eight thick, hot ropes blasted into the womb that birthed his sisters, not a drop wasted.
Creampied mid-orgasm, Xue Yan's pleasure skyrocketed, body rigid.
Nearly a minute later, she softened, collapsing.
Wang Yue draped over her sexy body, cock still buried deep.
Room quieted—only their true qi cycling via dual cultivation route at their juncture.
The technique was wondrous: stronger pleasure, faster flow.
Short session, yet true qi surged notably.
Minutes later, Xue Yan recovered, feeling his iron-hard cock pulsing in her pussy.
Reliving the peak, her just-cum pussy itched anew.
"Good son, you fucked Mom to death. Again?" Lust-addled Xue Yan begged.
"Sure." Wang Yue grinned. "New position—you on top?"
"Me... on top?" Xue Yan puzzled.
He pulled out, lay back, cock skyward. "Ride me, pussy on cock. You control it."
"Ride?" New to her, but feasible. She straddled him, black-stockinged legs spread, squatting slow.
Mid-descent, a flood of cum and juices gushed from her cock-stretched, reddened pussy.
"Eek!" Xue Yan blushed crimson.
Wang Yue quick-drew tissues, wiping her directly—four handfuls, dozen sheets soaked.
Seeing his smirk, Xue Yan pouted: "Brat, laughing? Your fault—all that cum you shot."
"Your fault too, Mom—so hot, I had to flood you." Wang Yue teased.
"Hmph! Shoot more then—see how much you got." Xue Yan grabbed his cock, aimed, slammed down—full hilt.
"Oh..." They moaned in sync. Wang Yue laughed: "Mom, you're a natural. First time?"
"No big deal—Mom's smart, no need to study." Xue Yan smug, then teased: "Who's fucking who now, bad son?"
"Win-win—who cares?"
Xue Yan hummed, riding—lifting, dropping her round ass, pussy milking his cock.
WWang Yue ogled her proactive slutty ride, groping her bouncing tits.
Controlling pace—not just taking it—she lasted 500+ strokes before cumming again.
Wang Yue filled her womb anew, volume undiminished.
Xue Yan noted: his stamina synced to hers—cumming together.
Perfect—creampies amplified her bliss.
Mainly, he rehardened fast. Softening post-cum would've disappointed.
Three more rounds—each womb flooded. Without Qi Condensation life control, pregnancy risk high.
Xue Yan still loved only Wang Jing—addicted to Wang Yue's fucking, but no kids considered.
Their bond forbade it anyway.
Dozens of positions known, but five wrecked her—he'd save the rest.
Dual cultivation magic: two levels up—Spirit Condensation 7th layer.
Xue Yan peaked at 9th layer, no breakthrough.
Expected—major realm gaps vast, peaks lifelong traps common.
Post-passion, they cuddled, still joined for circulation.
"Good son, Mom can't leave you." Xue Yan gazed at his handsome, boyish face—her genes shining—sincerely.
Not love, but separation would hurt worse than husband's vanishing.
"Then don't. Good Mom, together forever!"
"Yes, forever." Xue Yan murmured: "Not just me—whole family, no one leaves."
"Mom, pushing me to fuck all the women?" Wang Yue joked.
She nodded: "If possible, perfect."
"?" Wang Yue baffled.
"No joke, son. Beyond avoiding bad marriages, another reason." Xue Yan said.
"What?"
She countered: "Why do families ally via marriage?"
"Keep martial arts exclusive." Wang Yue instant.
"Why? Universal martial arts would crush beasts, humans dominant again."
"They'd lose power."
"Smart boy!" Xue Yan praised. "But we won't need that."
"Why?"
"You, silly." Xue Yan rolled eyes. "Two nights, I jumped from Spirit Condensation 7th to peak 9th. Keep fucking Mom, I'll hit Earth Palace, Heavenly Origin—higher."
"Mom, I'd never refuse—fuck you daily!"
"Dummy." Xue Yan sighed. "Works for others too. Fuck the family women—army of Heavenly Origin+ experts. No fear of holy lands!"
Wang Yue stunned. Never considered family-wide boosts.
Three-year crisis loomed—he planned solo dual cultivation to Return to Truth.
Her idea brilliant—one man couldn't protect all.
But family women? Mostly blood kin—incest?
He ignored: Xue Yan no blood, but Dad's woman—still taboo.
New path: skip kin, dual cultivate maids—loyal post-crisis, build expert guards.
Unaware fate decreed blood path—fucking futures from kin.
Resolved, Wang Yue worried: "Mom, less time with you then—sad?"
"Family future worth it. You're insatiable—one woman can't sate." Xue Yan clenched her pussy on his steel cock.
Wang Yue smiled knowingly—Pure Yang endless vigor, always ready.
Xue Yan shyly added: "Also selfish."
"Selfish?"
"Stealthy nights unsustainable. Family all yours? We shine openly."
Wang Yue nodded, thoughts churning.
He left near dawn—joined whole night, technique slow sans sex—no upgrades.
Xue Yan stuck at peak.
Post-breakfast, Wang Yue hit Qi Condensation training field.
Xue Yan's words lingered—he eyed sisters appraisingly.
Looks: sister Wang Xin'er topped (Mom's genes)—rest stunningly varied.
Scores: Su Mengyan 100/100 perfect. Wang Xin'er 95—still budding. Others, Xue Yan included, 90.
Beauty-rich upbringing—eyes picky. 90 outside? Goddesses.
Maids: 70-80 his scale.
Figures vital too—all martial, flawless.
Nuances: Liu Xinru best—tits bigger than Xue Yan's, massive score boost.
Her tit-waves mid-practice mesmerized.
Tang Yue'rou petite charm.
Wang Yalan, Wang Ya'ning tall athletic—ample, long legs surpassing Mom's.
Wang Xin fragile beauty—sickly vibe, soft.
Wang Yue tomboy fit—wild beauty, not muscled.
Wang Xin'er: flat-chested loli.
Su Mengyan perfect—hers late-bloom issue.
Generations ranked beauties: last "Jinling Four Absolutes"—talented elites.
Now "Jinling Twelve Beauties"—looks-based, triple count, still top-tier.
Wang Yalan, Wang Ya'ning, Wang Yue listed.
Wang Xin overlooked—reclusive.
Wang Xin'er too young then.
Wang Yue half-assed drills, rating sisters/bros-in-law—new arrival.
Slender woman, loose uniform baggy yet graceful—classical willow beauty!
Wang Yue rushed up smiling: "Aunt Chen, guiding us today?"
Wang Yue's uncle's wife, aunt Chen Rong.
Chen Rong nodded: "Yes. How's practice?"
Spirit Condensation 5th, martial expert—perfect mentor.
"Mastered, but stuck." They chorused.
"Spar—I’ll spot flaws."
"Groups: Wang Yue vs Tang Yue'rou, Wang Ya'ning vs Wang Yalan, Wang Xin'er vs Wang Xin, Wang Yue vs Liu Xinru. One pair at a time."
Odd? Liu Xinru oldest, Wang Yue youngest post-Xin'er.
Best: cultivation mismatched age.
Tang Yue'rou top—Qi Condensation 9th.
Wang Yue 8th—driven.
Wang Yalan/Ya'ning 7th.
Rest 5th: twins best talent, Liu Xinru worst—gentle, kid-focused, soon lapped.
Even matches—full potential, clear view.
Twins skipped—twin telepathy unfair.
Tang Yue'rou vs Wang Yue first—fierce, Yue aggressive despite edge, chaotic till Yue'rou edged back—draw after 100+ exchanges.
Chen Rong critiqued—insights galore.
Wang Yalan vs Ya'ning: even draw.
Wang Xin'er vs Wang Xin: Xin'er dominated in <50 moves.
Finally, Wang Yue vs Liu Xinru.
"Big sis, please advise." Wang Yue bowed formally, eyes flicking her huge tits.
Liu Xinru smiled, struck—Jade Breaking Palm's "Stone from Another Hill" at him.
Familiar, Wang Yue countered, palming her chest.
She hopped back—tits jiggling wildly, dizzying the perverted youth.
Used to spars, unnoticed. Liu Xinru palmed his daze—shoulder hit, minor loss.
Wang Yue refocused, sparred.
But those tits bounded like rabbits—irresistible.
His millennium elsewhere honed mind—unbreakable will.
But friendly, familiar "mom-like" sis—no threat. Gaze on tits, half-suppress cultivation—doomed.
100 exchanges, defeated.
"Bro, slacking? Big sis never beat you before—lost so fast?" Wang Xin'er blurted first.