My Cousin's Curiosity
Judging from her aunt's reaction, Wang Yue could tell she'd been pent up for those three long years.
Recalling how much his little aunt had doted on him since childhood, Wang Yue decided he'd make her feel good today—no, he'd make sure she could feel this good often from now on.
With that, he held nothing back, unleashing every trick in his arsenal on her saucy pussy—sucking and licking, his tongue tip scraping along her slick folds one moment, his mouth engulfing her entire mound for a deep, hungry pull the next, his teeth grazing her swollen clit, then rolling his tongue into a tight coil and plunging it into her snug hole...
Wang Yuyao was lost in ecstasy from her nephew's relentless sucking and nibbling, her pussy gushing like a faucet left running.
It had been so long since she'd felt this good; she surrendered completely, only snapping back after a while to sense something off. "You little punk," she gasped, "how are you so good at this? You've licked other women's pussies before, haven't you?"
Her husband—Wang Yue's uncle—had been a real playboy before vanishing, with who-knows-how-many women on the side, honing some killer bedroom skills in the process.
As his main wife and the hottest of them all, Wang Yuyao had never gone wanting. Back then, she'd been the envy of every woman in the three great families when it came to sex.
But now, this nephew she'd thought so innocent was no rookie at pussy-licking—not quite on her husband's level, but damn close. Curiosity gnawed at her.
Wang Yue ignored the question, diving back into her exquisite little saucy pussy.
Moments later, her voluptuous body quivered, that long-lost orgasm building fast.
But just then, he stopped cold, lifting his head. "Auntie, what'd you say earlier?"
"I didn't say anything!" Wang Yuyao pleaded. "Good boy, keep licking—Auntie's about to cum!"
He shook his head stubbornly. "Nah, I heard you. You asked me something."
Teetering on the edge, she blurted, "Fine, I asked why you're so good at licking pussy. Have you done other women before?"
"If I said yes, would you get mad, Auntie?" Wang Yue teased.
"Mad? Why would I? I'm your aunt, not your wife!" She was frantic. "Come on, kid, don't make me beg—Auntie's dying here. Keep going!"
"Oh." He dipped his head again, lips sealing over her pussy.
But the brief pause had ebbed her climax, and without his full enthusiasm, it slipped away entirely.
Thankfully, he ramped up again, pleasure surging back.
Minutes later, she was on the brink once more, legs instinctively clamping his head, fat ass thrusting forward for release.
Yet Wang Yue wriggled free, gasping. "Auntie, you're squeezing too tight—I can't breathe. Gotta catch my breath."
Pulled back again, Wang Yuyao nearly sobbed. Screw it, I'll just finger myself. But no—that never hit the same. She waited for him to recover, then shoved her saucy pussy back to his mouth.
Minutes later...
"Auntie, too much juice—I'm full. Hang on..."
More minutes...
"Auntie, my knees are numb. Need to stretch..."
...
Five or six times like this—every time her climax crested, he'd stall with some excuse.
She'd just wanted relief, but now her lust burned hotter than ever.
Especially glimpsing his big dick—hard again, who knew when—that hunger grew unbearable.
A man's cock and a woman's pussy are just body parts. Touching's no worse than a handshake. No pregnancy, no incest. With that rationale, Wang Yuyao shattered her last barrier. She was bold by nature, game for anything.
"Yue'er, enough tongue—try slipping a finger in Auntie’s pussy," she urged suddenly.
Her pussy was gorgeous, licking it a thrill, but monotony had set in. Wang Yue obediently slid his right index finger inside.
It was enveloped instantly—soft, slick walls gripping like a special little mouth, sucking gently.
"How's it feel?" Wang Yuyao asked.
"So fun—Auntie, your pussy's like a little mouth. It bites!" Wang Yue grinned.
"Imagine if it wasn't your finger... but your cock. Wouldn't that feel amazing?" she tempted.
"You mean...?" He looked up, feigning shock, heart soaring. Auntie begging for it already?
She nodded. "Yeah. Don't you wanna try sliding in?"
"Hell yeah, but..." He played hesitant.
"No buts! Boys shouldn't be such worrywarts." She spread her saucy pussy with both hands. "Hurry—shove it in!"
He stepped between her legs, knees bending, big dick aimed at her dripping slit. He pressed forward.
"Ohh..." The glans nudged her folds; she shuddered in bliss, then tensed—not from taboo, but...
"Yue'er, it's been ages, and your dick's huge. Go gentle, okay?" Craving clashed with fear.
"Got it, Auntie. Nice and slow." He gripped his shaft, parting her soaked lips, easing in.
Experienced now—even deflowering a virgin hurt less—thrusting into a ripe beauty like her was effortless. Soon, he was buried to the hilt.
Feeling her pussy stuffed full, Wang Yuyao exhaled softly.
This utter fullness was divine—even motionless, it was peak pleasure.
But realization dawned. "You little shit, drop the act. You've fucked other women—this technique, this size, and no pain?"
Mission accomplished, he grinned. "You're sharp, Auntie. Yeah, I've had women."
"Who? Do I know her?" Gossip gleamed in her eyes.
"Yeah—my maid, Li Menglan," he "confessed."
"Just her?" Skeptical—this half-vet couldn't have honed that on one girl.
"Really, just my one maid. No others." True enough.
"Good boy. So, whose pussy feels better—mine or little Menglan's?" She laughed lewdly.
Wang Yue rolled his eyes—women and their comparisons. "Different flavors. Menglan's tighter; yours is wetter, softer, hugs my dick like a glove. Both amazing."
"Honest kid." She beamed. "If you'd said I beat her everywhere, I'd call you a player."
"Heh..." He chuckled, then prodded, "Auntie, does Uncle fuck you better, or me?"
"You haven't even started! How to compare?" She pouted. "Move already—just stuffing it ain't enough."
She'd adjusted fully. He drew back slowly.
Inward thrust had compressed his ridge; outward, it flared like hooked scales, scraping every wrinkle, grinding her senseless.
His massive girth vacuumed her pussy on the pull—soul nearly yanked out in the void.
Friction bliss warred with aching emptiness.
Glans at her entrance, torment peaked—then he slammed home, "splurch," battering her core.
Void filled, cervix kissed; she wailed in rapture.
One stroke answered it all—size trumped skill. Simple pistoning sent her soaring.
"Good nephew, your big dick's a monster—never felt my pussy this good. Keep going—Auntie loves your big dick fucking her!" Conquered utterly, she begged.
Wang Yue savored it too—her ripe pussy softer, more enveloping than a girl's, like soaking in a warm, wet pouch. Her walls rippled in passion, massaging every inch.
Pity—he wasn't fully sheathed.
"Auntie, deeper?"
"Deeper?" Glancing down, she saw shaft still outside. "Try, but slow—never gone that far." Husband maxed her cervix in special positions.
His casual hilt already kissed it—with extra length, womb penetration?
No cervical experience for her, plenty for him. Most women took it, especially curvy matures.
Approved, he pressed—glans breaching her cervix mouth.
A sour-numb-throb-pain-pleasure surged from her depths.
Pain minor, bliss overwhelming—she hooked his waist, yanking.
Slap! Hilted fully, glans invading her womb.
"Ohhh..." She rocked her ass, grinding his egg-sized head inside.
This stuffed, cervical grind rivaled pounding.
Edged five-six times, her fire peaked—mere grinds triggered orgasm, body quaking.
No tease this time—he split her legs wide into splits, ramming half his glans into her womb.
She shattered at the peak.
Her spasming pussy milked him; he grunted, erupting ropes into her barren womb.
His load hurled her higher, tremors lingering.
Afterglow, she clutched his youthful frame. "Good boy—you're way better than your uncle."
"Won't you feel bad for him?" Wang Yue probed. Others dodged husband talk during sex, stammering at his prods—he loved the taboo thrill.
Auntie? Unfazed, even initiating.
"Why? He's fucked half the city—who knows the count." She huffed. "Me enjoying my nephew? So what?"
Auntie, legend.
Thumbs-up in his mind, he pressed: "Never tempted by other guys?"
"Wang eldest daughter, Su family's only lady—can't just pick randos. I toughed it out, fingered myself at worst. Future? Got you now." Eyes sultry. "Good nephew, Auntie's yours alone. Fuck me often?"
"If Uncle returns?"
"Still yours—his dick's smaller, not as good." Straight-faced.
Her brazenness ignited him; he bucked. "Auntie, you're such a slut—I gotta fuck you more!"
"Ah! Hard again!" His buried cock stiffened steel-like; joy and shock.
Three years starved—one climax insufficient.
But his youth... "Tomorrow, kid? Don't overdo—bad for you."
"I'm fine—don't worry." He chuckled, thrusting anew.
"Heard this? 'Youth squanders his vigor; old age weeps at empty cunts.'" She endured bliss, scolding. "Auntie wants decades, centuries of this—if you burn out early?"
"Auntie, I'm good—ten more rounds, no sweat." Conservative; he was perpetual.
She wavered, pussy yielding to desire. "Fine, your night—but bed, not here."
"Sure." He scooped her ass, lifting from the tub, cock lodged.
Arms round his neck, legs hooked—joined fully.
No rush to bed; each step slammed her depths, drawing moans.
"Auntie, doggy this time," he whispered in the bedroom.
"Anything—your pose, your call." Legs down, cock slipped free; she mounted the bed on all fours, ass high and swaying lewdly. "Nephew—mount me, fuck on!"
He mounted, slamming home, prone-boning her—hands mauling her soft, bouncy tits, hips pistoning furiously.
...
That night, aunt and nephew battled seven rounds, sated utterly.
No dual cultivation—her impulsiveness risked exposure; better secret for now.
Still, her seven orgasms leaked yuan yin; blood ties purified his qi further, no breakthrough but purer true qi.
Post-bliss, they slept entwined, his dick sheathed overnight—he adored the soak, even static.
But caution: anyone could enter.
Dawn breaking, he regretfully withdrew, dressed, tidied evidence.
Let her sleep—easy excuse: testing cultivation, crashed here.
Family, pure image—no suspicions.
Proved right: tidied, meditating on the living room sofa, Su Jiaojiao burst in, scantily clad.
"Bro, where's Mom? Said she'd see you—never came home."
He pointed. "Sleeping inside. Tested cultivation—failed, kicked me out."
No doubts; pity instead. "Poor bro—couch all night?"
"Cultivated all night," he grinned.
"Genius and hardworking—how do I catch up?!" She sighed.
Nearly same age as him and Xin'er, but Qi Condensation 1st layer.
"No prob—you forgot my trick? Dual cultivate success, realms are easy."
Eyes lit. "Right! Xin'er-sis hit Heavenly Origin with you. Me too!"
She spun, legs crossed, palms out.
Something felt off—promising her so casually? Subconsciously, her as his woman?
Auntie too—hiding for now, but assuming eventual reveal?
Getting corrupt.
Sighing inwardly, he faced her. "Hold up—no heart method yet. Listen..."
He recited the dual cultivation method—but eyes glazed.
Today: mint tank top, frayed denim shorts shorter than boxers, loose.
Sitting normally, fine; twisting pulled the crotch left—oblivious like her mom.
No panties; lotus pose spread her legs, half her beauty exposed.
Right labia plump and bare, slit peeking—Su bun pussy inherited.
Tease inflamed him; cock tented uncontrollably.
Tight briefs, no prep—massive bulge.
Close, she noticed.
"Bro, what's that?" At his tent.
Hands over crotch, awkward. "Nothing—natural reaction."
"I know—physiology book stuff." Still clueless to her exposure, she knelt, peering. "Bro, your dick? Lemme see—I never have."
"I'm your cousin!" Bolder than Auntie.
"Because you're my bro! Not some stranger?"
"Wait for a boyfriend."
Possessiveness surged—no marrying her off.
"Jin'er and Xiu'er are twenty—no boyfriends. I'm fifteen—when?!" "Good bro, please? One peek?"
"No." Firm—sisters could arrive; pure-boy image ruined?
"Gotta see today!" She pounced like a wildcat.
"What's the racket?" Wang Yuyao emerged in slippers, door-framed.
Bold, but private—she halted, gawking. "Mom, you look gorgeous today!"
Night's nourishment: radiant, stunning even her daughter.
Subtle glance at Wang Yue, smiling. "Slept great—haven't in ages."
"But bro said cultivation failed?"
"Nephew visit cheered me."
"Cheered, yet booted him for your bed."
"Not boot him—sleep together?"
"Why not? Nephew, not stranger. You've snuggled him before."
Memory flooded: cuddling them as kids.
Now, that boy made her a woman reborn.
Recalling bliss, affection swelled—want him forever.
"Next time, Mom'll snuggle Yue'er." Half-joking, approached.
"Mom, weird walk."
"Normal." Casual deflection, eyes coquettish at Wang Yue.
His fault—seven fucks, overnight sheath; pussy still felt stuffed.
She loved it.
Sat by him; casual chit-chat.
Su Jiaojiao eyed his crotch slyly—curiosity alive.
Wang Yuyao teased discreetly—his dick stayed rigid.
"Yue'er, up?" Sisters arrived—knocking first.
"Yep." He bolted to bathroom amid distraction. "Gotta wash up."
"Your realm—why wash?" Su Jiaojiao muttered.
Wang Yuyao stifled laugh—knew his "wash." Believed his boasts: post-nut instant recovery, tireless.
This nephew—sex bliss forever!
Spot-on; he jerked off, sighing: Harem of beauties, still manual? First ever.
Minutes later, normal, back.
Sisters brought breakfast—five shared three portions, no issue for martial artists.
Post-meal, trio prepped for Chu Mo hunt.
"Me too!" Su Jiaojiao clung.
"Fine—change first." Flashback fresh; no other men ogling.
Agreed—casual home, modest out.
Soon, reunited at Su estate gate, casual: sisters in long dresses hiding curves.
Su Jiaojiao: tee, jeans—sporty.
Wang Yue checked crotch: undeveloped like Xin'er—soon skirt-bound.
Into his hovercar; her shotgun, eyes drifting to his lap—persistent.
At Momo Women's Fitness Club—no entry for men. One pass okay, routine bad.
Pursuit meant outings; gym, she'd gym with sisters—no room for him.