Seafaring Ecstasy 4
She cast a deep glance at the man seated in that spot deep within her memories. For a fleeting instant, he seemed to transform into the husband she had loved so dearly, only to revert just as quickly to the real Wang Yue.
Gifting him a captivating smile, Xue Yan promptly raised the microphone, her vermilion lips parting as she began to sing.
There were no staff here, of course, so no one to cue up accompaniment for her.
But Xue Yan's stardom back in the day—without ever yielding to the unspoken rules—had been built on raw talent alone. Even without backing tracks or auto-tune, her a cappella voice rang out pure and enchanting.
Wang Yue found himself utterly immersed in his Yan-mama's exquisite song.
The melody was lovely, the lyrics even more so—a young girl's yearning for perfect love.
Seeing Yan-mama lose herself deeper into the performance, Wang Yue's heart stirred. He slipped backstage in a flash and activated a special device.
This projector was meant for the auditorium seats, casting hyper-realistic holograms indistinguishable from real people.
Originally designed for starry-eyed amateurs to indulge their fantasies.
For authenticity, it pulled from footage of packed, electric concerts—just swap the crowd's chants to the user's name.
But Wang Yue didn't need tweaks. The library already held clips from Xue Yan's own sold-out shows.
He simply powered it on.
Mid-song, Xue Yan noticed Wang Yue vanish and wondered what mischief he was up to. But before she could hunt him down, the empty auditorium erupted into a sea of bodies.
Men and women thrust glowing sticks emblazoned with "Xue Yan" high, waving them wildly amid thunderous roars.
"Xue Yan! Xue Yan!"
"Yan-yan, we love you!"
…
Xue Yan instantly grasped his intent, her eyes brimming with touched tears.
To honor her son's heartfelt gesture, she blinked away the emotion and dove back into the song with renewed fire.
These lifelike holograms—drawn from her actual past triumphs—pulled her in even deeper, as if she'd truly returned to her glory days.
Wang Yue rejoined the seats, blending into the virtual throng. Feeling the electric vibe firsthand, he finally understood just how massive Yan-mama's fame had been.
Xue Yan, pouring her soul into the performance, radiated an indescribable allure unlike her everyday self. Caught in the frenzy, Wang Yue vaulted onstage, circling behind her to wrap his arms around her waist.
"You brat, don't mess around," Xue Yan chided, snapped from her immersion, a touch irritated.
"Mom, you're stunning right now!" Wang Yue murmured, fishing his big dick from his pants and grinding it against her ass. "I want to fuck you right here!"
"R-right… here?" Xue Yan's heart jolted. The crowd was holographic, but the tech was flawless—they looked utterly real. And this mirrored her true past triumphs. Fucking her son amid such a scene filled her with profound shame.
Yet that very taboo sparked an illicit thrill, leaving her secretly eager.
Wang Yue ignored her turmoil, hiking up her flowing skirt and shredding her safety shorts and panties in one rip. His thick, long big dick wedged between her thighs, sawing along her willow-leaf saucy pussy slit.
Xue Yan's body offered no resistance to him—especially now, afire with arousal. The friction unleashed a gush of pussy juices like a fountain. Singing was forgotten.
Wang Yue kept grinding, teasing, "Mom, keep singing. I want you crooning while I fuck you!"
Obediently, she resumed, but her bone-deep familiarity faltered—voice quivering wildly, pitch veering off-key. Her son's big dick rubbing her saucy pussy amid this atmosphere amplified every sensation, her excitement soaring.
As her song crested its climax, Wang Yue thrust forward, burying his big dick to the hilt in Yan-mama's scorching saucy pussy.
"Ohhh…" Xue Yan cried out in bliss, her off-key notes dying.
"Mom, don't moan so slutty—your fans are watching," Wang Yue whispered in her ear, pumping steadily.
"Good son, getting fucked by you in front of all these fans… Mom's so thrilled. Harder—pound Mom's saucy pussy!" Xue Yan gasped, wild with lust.
Wang Yue glanced at the crowd's holographic, feverish gazes. "Mom, think any of these fans jerked off to you?"
"Probably," Xue Yan admitted. She'd played pure, but her stacked curves drew fantasies aplenty.
But she pressed on: "They can only dream, though. Good son, ram your big dick into the goddess they'll never have!"
Wang Yue halted, pulling free from her molten saucy pussy. He sprawled onstage, grinning. "Mom, your turn. Put on a show for your fans."
Xue Yan straddled him eagerly, gripping his big dick, aligning it with her saucy pussy, and slamming down. Nearly twenty centimeters vanished inside. She dropped her skirt hem.
Bouncing furiously, she taunted the roaring crowd: "You love me, but I don't love you—I only love my good son! Watch—your daily wank-fantasy goddess is riding her son's cock. These tits you crave? Squeezed by her son. This saucy pussy you've only imagined? Getting wrecked by her son's big dick!"
"Mom, you're such a slut!" Wang Yue marveled. Had Yan-mama harbored this onstage-fucking kink all along? Or did every woman crave railing at her old workplace?
Xue Yan ground her plump ass madly, churning his cock inside her. Giggling lewdly: "Yeah, Mom loves going slutty for your fucking. Good son, don't just take it—thrust up, make Mom feel even better."
Wang Yue obliged, bucking upward to match her rhythm, hammering her ripe, wanton saucy pussy.
In this fevered bliss, Xue Yan shattered quickly into orgasm.
Sated by his hot cum bath, she blushed post-climax. "Son, let's hit backstage. Feels weird here."
Wang Yue agreed, rising with a hip thrust—still buried inside. Cradling her ass, he carried her offstage. "Mom, wave bye to your fans."
Her cheeks aflame, Xue Yan waved sheepishly. Good thing it was projections—no real fans witnessing their goddess carried off impaled on cock, or suicides might follow.
Backstage, projections off, Xue Yan sighed in relief, nipping his shoulder coquettishly. "You devil—fucking Mom onstage."
"Didn't feel good?" Wang Yue grinned.
"It felt amazing. That vibe had me throbbing too." Xue Yan confessed. "But so shameful."
"Mom, you miss the stage deep down," Wang Yue noted. "Ever thought of a comeback tour? Tons would show."
"What, not thrilled enough? Craving a real crowd while you fuck your mom onstage?" Xue Yan huffed.
"Hell no." Wang Yue shook his head. "You're mine alone—no other men ogling!"
"Liar. I'm your mom, your dad's woman. When'd I become yours?" Xue Yan teased.
"Then let me stand in for Dad's husbandly duties!" Wang Yue plunked her on the control panel, resuming his frenzied thrusts into her ever-present saucy pussy.
Another epic tussle left the pair sated, dressing afresh.
"Mom, these twenty-plus years—never tempted to return?" Wang Yue asked earnestly.
Xue Yan paused. "Nah. Superstars dazzle the masses, but to elite clans, we're lowborn. As Wang wife, going public taints the family name."
She added: "Besides, my era's gone. Now it's Liyue's reign."
Liyue—Zhu Liyue—channeled pure idol vibes, talent rivaling Xue Yan's peak, popularity surpassing it. Her origins mysterious, emerging from Jinling, one of the Jinling Twelve Beauties.
From Xue Yan's retirement to Zhu Liyue's rise, two decades lacked such prodigy singers. Many hailed her successor.
They'd even met; the divas shared rapport.
Wang Yue chuckled: "Go sexy route—you'd eclipse your prime."
"Pervert! More guys fantasizing about me turns you on harder?" Xue Yan grumbled.
"Just facts, Mom. You're clueless how sexy you are." Wang Yue deadpanned. "Look—hard again already."
He pointed to his tented crotch.
Xue Yan smirked seductively, groping the bulge. "Want another fuck? Tomorrow!"
She craved varied shipboard romps these days—no hogging now, or she'd miss out later.
Wang Yue didn't push; his endless readiness made frequency irrelevant.
A minor regret: he savored all cock's joys—tease, thrust, climax—but never post-nut fatigue. Perpetual motion machine.
Happy woes!
As dusk fell, Bai Yan found Wang Yue at the bow rail, gazing ahead. "Young master, spotted a speedboat tailing us earlier—flashed once, then gone. Pirate scout, maybe."
Wang Yue knew of pirates.
Every era bred scum. Post-revival, vicious normals and even martial artists—fugitives from Martial Alliance warrants—turned sea raiders.
Alliance focused on beasts; vast seas post-expansion let pirates thrive like burrowing rats. Subs hid them from hunts; they'd surface to rob ships, raid coasts.
Ruthless to cover tracks: slaughter all but young beauties, crueler than old-time buccaneers.
Now over a hundred kilometers offshore, no ordinary speedboat reached here. Definitely scout.
Wang Yue shrugged it off, smiling. "No sweat. Trip's dull anyway—if they bite, perfect diversion."
"All these beauties at your mercy, still bored?" Bai Yan teased.
"Beauties aplenty, but no free rein." Wang Yue grimaced. "With Tingting and Jingjing tagging, even a quick fuck's gotta be sneaky."
Bai Yan flashed a sultry grin. "They're elsewhere now."
Wang Yue eyed her petite, busty sailor uniform, gaze heating. "Yan-jie, reporting intel… or begging cock?"
"Young master! I'm not that reckless," Bai Yan feigned sternness, then laughed lewdly. "Pirates? Pfft. Here for cock—you've neglected me too long. Craving your big dick."
"Then hurry," Wang Yue chuckled.
Bai Yan braced the rail, bending to present her ass.
Wang Yue flipped her short skirt—no panties, her rosy saucy pussy dripping wet.
Shoving his cock in from behind, he pounded while asking: "Yan-jie, be honest—regret following me?"
"Young master, your big dick fucks me so good—why regret?" Bai Yan moaned. Stuffed full, she felt the world's luckiest.
"But I offer nothing else—no time even." Wang Yue confessed his guilt; too many women, each got scraps.
Bai Yan disagreed: "We don't need time. We four sisters were content together pre-you. You just amplify the joy—what lack?"
"Sigh, you're too good to me. How to repay?" Wang Yue sighed.
"This is repayment—your monster cock. Good master, shut up and fuck me!" Bai Yan begged.
Wang Yue gripped her ass, unleashing a torrent till she soared ecstatic.
Bathed in his load, Bai Yan glowed sunnier, flitting to the crow's nest like a true swallow-scout.
"Seen enough? Get over here!" Wang Yue turned to nearby crates.
A shadow stirred—Wang Xin'er, stunning teen in sailor garb, cute and tempting.
"Hmph, stinky bro—whole day aboard, no time for me? Am I unattractive?" Wang Xin'er pouted.
"No chance yet." Wang Yue sat deck-edge, legs dangling, beckoning. "C'mere."
Her sulk flipped to joy; she skipped over, yanking his pants open, stroking his cock hard. Hiking her skirt, she shoved soaked panties aside, aligning her tiny bun pussy and sinking onto his big dick, dropping the hem.
To outsiders: wholesome siblings sharing sea vista. Hidden: bro's full-length buried in sis's pussy.
"Haa…" Wang Xin'er sighed, his tip kissing her womb.
Wang Yue swore her tight girl-pussy felt best—psychological, maybe.
No rush thrusting; he cradled her petite softness, cock pulsing in sync with his heartbeat. Savoring tender passion's weave.
Wang Xin'er melted into it, murmuring: "Feels too good, bro. Wanna live like this forever—never apart."
"We've never parted—from Mom's womb, we're one." Wang Yue grinned. "Always will be—even in death, buried together."
"No dying—for either! Live eternal together." Wang Xin'er gushed. "Hold me, kiss me, fuck me till world's end."
Wang Yue smiled inwardly—mortals die; martial artists eke centuries. But Transcendence wasn't peak; higher realms might grant immortality.
They cuddled silently long, motionless yet blissful—his cock throbbed in her grip, hers stretched divinely by him.
Ten minutes on, Wang Yue mused: "Xin'er, need your take on something."
"What?"
"About Mom—Little Aunt pushes me to 'filial' her with my cock." He relayed Su Mengqing's logic. "Thoughts?"
"She's right!" Wang Xin'er beamed. "Bro, you can't know a woman's rapture in endless orgasms. Missing it? Wasted life. Mom never has."
"So you agree?" Wang Yue pressed—heart set, but birth-mom guilt lingered; more backing eased it.
Sister's nod thrilled him.
"Totally—even sans Aunt, I'd share your beast cock with Mom. But worried…"
"What?"
"Not acceptance or scandal—Mom'll cave post-taste; family's private." Wang Xin'er shook head. "You get Mom, ditch us?"
Wang Yue laughed: "Nah—Mom's perfect, but you each shine unique. I'm greedy; want all the good."
"What's good about me? Flat chest, no ass." Wang Xin'er sulked—her body her gripe, paling vs. goddesses or even averages.
"Silly sis, you're young—why compare? Milfs got milf charm; lolis got loli magic. You're adorable; I crave our time."
"Really?"
"Dead serious—or why so hard?" He nudged inside her.
Joy exploded: "Yay! Eternal loli for bro!"
Wang Yue brushed it off as whimsy. Later, she'd burn true qi to halt growth—millennia on, still this petite form.
"Bro, how to claim Mom?" Xin'er pivoted to Mom's bliss.
"No plan yet." Wang Yue shook head. Mom inspired awe and innate reverence—no brute force like Aunt Chen Rong or Liu Xinru.
Wang Xin'er joked: "Drug her like movie villains."
His true qi outdid aphrodisiacs—idea sparked.
She added: "Snag Grandma first—her backing claims all our beauties."
No designs before, but Liu Ruoshi's stern beauty ignited conquest lust.
Yes—homecoming, claim every family beauty!
Ethics? Mom-taboo shattered them.
They clung till dark, joined below. Wang Yue railed her to shattering peak.
Prolonged union intensified it—her saucy pussy nearly snapped his cock.
He unleashed twenty-plus ropes, bloating her belly endless.
Rare post-spurt fatigue hit—gone in breaths, but novel.
Single climax each, yet dual cultivation topped triple usual yields.
Quality sex boosted it hugely.
Post-dinner, ladies admired night seas with him, then retired.
Yacht rivaled mini-cruiser; cabins aplenty.
They spaced rooms deliberately—ship walls thin vs. home.
Honoring Aunt pact, Wang Yue soon snuck to Su Mengqing's.
She awaited in promised stockings—not plain, but crotchless black fishnet bodysuit. Nothing else.
Her killer curves amplified to lethal temptation.
Door shut, Wang Yue's cock surged—zero delay. He locked, pounced, flattening sexy aunt on bed.
"Little Aunt, you're perfection—I wanna stay buried in you, fucking till eternity!" Wang Yue breathed, her face mom-like yet fiercer.
Su Mengqing giggled: "Then do it."
No rush; he claimed her lips.
Pre-Xin'er, he'd skip foreplay—tits, lick, plunge. But quality dawned.
Shifting from boy to man: sex was holistic.
Su Mengqing loved it, arms round his neck, tongues dancing.
Lips locked, hands roamed her curves.
Fishnet textured her silk skin—both textures addictive, endless caress.
Side-by-side, he kissed on, left arm neck-bound. Right trailed: back, slim waist, ripe peach ass, endless legs—to her steaming bun saucy pussy.
Soaked; juices seeped her sealed slit, slicking thighs.
Palm cupped through mesh, rubbing fierce with her lube.
Aunt aflame, she writhed snakelike, moans nasal-blocked.
Three minutes' kiss ended.
Su Mengqing eyed him misty: "Naughty boy—not rushing?"
"Too gorgeous—every inch. Pussy alone wastes you." Wang Yue grinned, peppering forehead, cheeks, eyes, neck.
Neck tingled electric—first for her. Subtler than pussy/tits, but divine. Eyes shut, she savored.
To breasts: nets deformed her proud snowpeaks. He tore chest mesh—rip—they bounced free, firm, quivering.
Peanut nips erect crimson, coin-areolae pink—droolworthy. Hands mashed them central, sucking both tips.
Friction plus suction trembled her: "Good boy—you're a natural. Aunt's dying of pleasure."
"Your turn to please me." Wang Yue released, flipping her supine, stripping bare. Straddled her belly, cock in deep cleavage.
Purple-veined monster amid jade tits—visual overload hardened him more. "Aunt, squeeze."
She pressed sides, trapping it tight.
He titfucked, glans nudging her chin—evoking mother-in-law memory. "Head down—suck the tip."
Novice but quick-study; each upthrust, her mouth engulfed glans, sucking vacuum-tight.
Beast shuttling snowy tits into ruby lips—trembling ecstasy. Her suction outdid orgasmic pussy clench.
Endurance middling, excitement peaking fast—hundred strokes, he bucked, stuffing her mouth full, erupting.
Su Mengqing nursed every rope, swallowing half-mouth load. Released: "Quick draw today."
Wang Yue flushed—subpar, yeah.
But infinite recovery; shorts didn't dent her begging.
Off bed, dragged by ankles to edge. Legs hoisted, worshipped—fishnetted perfection epitomized sex.
Playing those legs rehardened him swift.