Mother and Son, Divided by a Layer of Cloth
“Mom, you're overthinking it,” Wang Zhiting laughed. “If we were lying, why would we make up such a story?”
“That's exactly why I can't be sure—because I can't figure out your motive,” Huang Yuexiang shook her head. No matter how clever she was, she could never imagine that Wang Yue's goal was to bed his own birth mother.
“Exactly! We have no reason to lie like that. I don't know what you're suspecting,” Wang Zhiting said. “And even if we were making it up, we wouldn't harm you. Why overthink it?”
Huang Yuexiang smiled. “You're right, Tingting. I didn't expect a trip out would make you so much more open-minded than even Mom.”
“Of course! Reading ten thousand books can't compare to traveling ten thousand miles,” Wang Zhiting replied with a smile, though inwardly she thought: I need to help Brother claim Mom soon, or she'll ruin the plan.
In truth, their story wasn't airtight. Even an average person could spot the flaws with careful thought—not to mention the sharp women in the family.
But the beauty of it was its lack of motive and harm, plus the deep trust among them. No one would suspect a group conspiring against the others. From the start, Wang Yue had banked on Su Mengyan and the rest never doubting.
Yet Huang Yuexiang had suspected anyway, against all odds. They had no choice but to pull her in soon.
Sacrificing her own mother to help her beloved brother claim his? It seemed deeply unfilial.
But Wang Zhiting saw it as the best for her mom. Once Mom tasted the bliss, she'd never blame her—instead, she'd be eternally grateful.
Giving Mom the finest gift, the peak of life's pleasure—that was true filial piety.
And in Wang Zhiting's heart, Brother was the world's finest man, his big dick the ultimate treasure. It would surely make Mom one of the happiest women alive.
Meanwhile, after satisfying his eldest sister-in-law once more in the kitchen, Wang Yue finally enjoyed her home-cooked meal.
Unfortunately, her usually solid skills had faltered today—the dishes lacked color, aroma, and flavor.
No surprise there. Any woman cooking while her beloved man hugged her from behind and fucked her saucy pussy would lose focus. Performing at all was a miracle.
They weren't savoring the food anyway—it was the mood: uncle and sister-in-law locked in embrace, sex organs joined, a bite of rice followed by a few thrusts below. One relished her saucy pussy's embrace, the other his little uncle's big dick's fullness. The finest cuisine couldn't compete.
The meal dragged over an hour. Finally, Liu Xinru couldn't endure her brother-in-law's big dick teasing her pussy without full release. She led him to the bedroom to end it.
There, another fierce tangle of limbs, then a nap—waking only to continue...
Until dusk, when Wang Yue finally withdrew his cock, lodged in his sister-in-law's pussy for over six hours.
Liu Xinru was limp and boneless, barely able to stand. Her little saucy pussy was fucked red and swollen, stinging at the slightest touch.
“Hurry back. Dinner's soon—if anyone sees you leaving here, explanations won't help,” the sated Liu Xinru shooed him, seizing the chance to rest.
Wang Yue nodded, kissed her soft lips, and left.
Back home, he found nieces Wang Qianqian and Wang Shanshan in the living room, gleefully gaming on the decorative TV wall.
These kids loved retro games, ignoring VR options.
Spotting him, they ditched their controllers and threw themselves into his arms. “Daddy, how's Mommy?”
Wang Yue grinned. “She can't get up—probably sleeping now.”
“Wow! So jealous of Mom, fucked by Daddy till she can't move. Must feel amazing,” Wang Qianqian exclaimed dramatically.
He smacked her little ass. “Jealous? Yesterday you could barely crawl after Daddy fucked you.”
“Not the same! Yesterday was with everyone. Mom got you all alone,” Wang Qianqian said.
“Don't you like group fun?” Wang Yue asked seriously. He loved multiples, but if they didn't, he'd cut back on orgies.
Wang Qianqian shook her head. “It's not that. Watching you fuck others, or being fucked under their eyes—super hot. But...”
“Sometimes we want Daddy's solo pampering,” Wang Shanshan finished for her sister.
“Yeah, exactly!” Wang Qianqian nodded eagerly.
“Good girls, Daddy gets it.” He hugged his little nieces tight, deciding: keep the groups, but rotate solo nights. Group thrills plus personal love—best of both.
As night fell, Wang Yue brought them to the Wang Family Estate's rear garden.
By consensus, dinner was here tonight.
The women had gathered, with a dozen pretty maids bustling about.
Amid them, one longing, heated gaze fixed on Wang Yue: Li Menglan.
He'd planned to bring her on the voyage but changed his mind.
Though he treated her as his woman equally, she still saw herself as a maid.
On a ship of young masters, misses, and madames, it'd deepen her inferiority—bad for her mindset shift.
The Wang women chatted animatedly, spirits high. Only Liu Xinru, glowing and radiating irresistible allure, seemed listless and drained.
Wang Qianqian knew why but teased loudly: “Mom, what's wrong? You look so weak.”
“Yeah, like you just woke up,” Wang Shanshan chimed, tugging her sister's clothes to hush her.
“Just didn't sleep well,” Liu Xinru smoothly followed her youngest's lead. “These ten days wrecked my nerves. With everyone back, I crashed from noon till now.”
Those in the know stifled laughs; others bought it—reasonable enough.
“Yue'er, come sit,” Su Mengyan beckoned gently.
Her tenderness usually reserved for kids alone, but tonight, to soothe him, she showed it publicly.
Wang Yue suppressed wild joy, striding to her side and sitting. “Mom, don't worry—I'm fine.”
His forced calm only deepened her pity. “Good boy, no need to tough it out.”
She drew him in, letting him rest on her lap.
His head on her elastic thighs, inhaling her captivating scent—his cock hardened instantly.
Prepared, he'd worn Yan Fangfei's custom underwear: sturdy, shape-fixing, comfortable even at full mast. No bulge showed.
Bold, he greedily sniffed her unique fragrance, winking triumphantly at grinning Wang Xin'er.
Su Mengyan wore her usual sky-blue maxi dress, thin for the heat. His hot breaths seeped through, tickling her thighs with faint itchiness, stirring unfamiliar heat.
Wang Yue's doing—he amplified his true qi subtly, targeted at her alone.
Her lust stirred, but sexless, she just felt off, clueless why.
Wrong time, place—he didn't push, rested briefly, then sat up. “We got lucky—great haul. Try it soon.”
He rose, beckoning nearby Li Menglan: “Lan-jie, kitchen with me. I'll show you how to prep it.”
A simple kitchen stood for the garden banquet; food was served, so empty—perfect for them.
“Young Master, I missed you so much!” Inside, Li Menglan hugged him fiercely.
“Good sister, me too.” He shut the door, freeing his iron-hard big dick. “It missed you more.”
At twenty-something, her lust wasn't Liu Xinru's ripe urgency—more emotional longing, physical milder.
He knew, but couldn't give much time, so his big dick bridged the gap.
Fleshly bliss eased some heartache.
Not as desperate as Liu Xinru, but needy—seeing his big dick, she turned, hands on counter, ass up.
He hiked her maid skirt, shifted panties, rubbed his cock on her slick saucy pussy till juices flowed.
Wet enough, he thrust in, slow to fast.
After days apart, filled again—her mild desire ignited fully. She rocked back, matching him.
Knowing the stakes, she clamped her mouth, muffling moans despite bliss.
Tension sharpened sensations—soon, she quivered in orgasm.
He came with her but kept going, cock unsoftened...
In under ten minutes, three climaxes for her. Quick master-servant tryst over, he fetched knife fish from his spatial ring, prepped with her.
Top ingredient needed no fuss: steamed, souped, grilled slices like on ship.
Even steaming/soup took time, but experts with true qi? Five minutes flat.
They boxed the dishes, carried out.
Li Menglan's steps lighter—loved one sated thrice, body and soul fulfilled.
Liu Ruoshi and Su Mengyan tried mutant Yangtze knife fish first time—raved.
Wang Xin'er, Xue Yan relished too—first steamed/soup after grilled; each delicious.
Wang family treated staff well; Li Menglan and maids savored the world's finest.
“Yue'er, more knife fish? Tomorrow, send some to Su and Chen families?” Liu Ruoshi suggested. Jinling's three houses shunned excess, but shared rare bounty.
“Perfect. No need others—I'll deliver,” Wang Yue nodded.
“Fine.” Liu Ruoshi thought: Distracted Yue'er needs outings to clear his head.
Banquet from dusk to deep night—laughter, ease.
Even rigid Liu Ruoshi, aloof Su Mengyan smiled nonstop—for Yue'er, and they enjoyed the vibe.
“Yue'er, with me.” Post-banquet, Su Mengyan called him.
“Okay.” Heart pounding, he followed obediently to her residence.
Her swaying, sexy back—outwardly meek, inwardly boiling like hot oil. He'd never been so eager, cock aching; special undies held.
Home, she led to bedroom, sat, patted beside: “Son, sit.”
“What, Mom?” He sat innocently, masking turmoil.
“Heart-to-heart.” She cooed tenderly: “Be honest, son—were you scared?”
“No way. That fish? No match for me,” he shook head.
She smiled sweetly. “Silly, no pretending with Mom. Speak freely.”
Arm around his neck, she pulled him to her bosom.
Boom!
His mind exploded—bliss too sudden!
Clothed, but touch revealed her tits' size, firmness, bounce. Tempted to grope, bite—but plan—he endured, shook head: “Mom, really fine. You're worrying.”
Shaking rubbed his face on her tits; breath quickened in thrill.
Her sexy body trembled—stronger itch/heat than thigh breaths.
But son first: “Then why so tense? Xin'er said you couldn't sleep.”
“I was scared—not the fish, but the other ship. Hundreds dead in moments—I couldn't save them. Never knew life so fragile.” He spoke earnestly.
Unexpected—death's toll shook him. But compassion? Good.
“Not your fault, child,” she soothed.
“Not just failure—worried we'd shatter against beasts. Dreamed beast tide overran home, watched you all devoured, helpless. Despairing.” He trembled truly—past life flashed.
Pre-tide, he'd entered mystery space, ignorant aftermath—but imaginable.
“That why no sleep?”
“Yeah, eyes shut—dream returns.” Face rubbed tits again, no thrill—sunk in past despair, cock softened.
“It's okay.” Tighter hug, strokes: “Just a dream. Your growth? No tide threatens. Mom believes—you'll scatter them, protect us.”
“Mm.” He relaxed.
“Stay tonight. Rest proper—you need it.” Hand on head, soft.
“Huh?” He sat up, flushed at her perfection: “No, I'm grown.”
She giggled. “Fool—even at 25, 35—you're my son. Mom tucking you? Natural.”
“Fine.” “But shower first.”
“Shower?” His cultivation needed none.
“Yeah, swam river daily—feels off without.” Serious.
“Go.” She smiled, unopposed—just curious.
He entered unused bath—spotless from maids.
Not real wash—excuse to ditch undies. Cock bound, useless.
Full act: hot tub soak minutes, then dressed, back.
“Clothes on again?”
Blush: “No pajamas.”
“Undies fine. Shy with Mom?”
“Oh.” Bed, under covers clothed—then stripped inside.
His shyness adorable—like childhood. Maternal love overflowed. Sat by head, stroked: “Sleep, good boy.”
Thin skirt—perfect ass loomed: huge, round, perky—cock surged, peeked undies edge.
Covered, side-lying—unseen.
Her strokes—he “slept,” breath even.
Gazing his handsome face—her genes—tenderness swelled.
Post-incident, heart sealed—only mom, sisters pierced. Life dull, zombie-like.
Even artificial pregnancy for duty.
Kids' birth shattered locks—love flooded to them.
They were her world—unspoken, volcanic.
Now, erupting uncontrollably.
Suddenly, “sleeping” Wang Yue frowned, face fearful, body quaking.
Bad dream again—pity surged. Cradled head to bosom, patted back.
Fake-sleeping, he felt her love—doubted: She's so good—scheming her body too much?
Aunt's words: 30+ years lonely, no womanly joy—give her peak bliss, true filial.
Convinced, he savored.
Head buried in full, firm tits—soft bounce fired him.
Su Mengyan unrested—his breaths hit left nipple through cloth. It hardened fast.
Blissful but alarming: Reaction to own son?
Aloof, not ignorant—books galore. Post-tragedy, sex ed for kids' sake.
Knew theory fine—understood now.
Son stable—she'd meditate, quell heat.
But soon, he quaked again.
Pity overrode—lay clothed, under covers, face-to-face, head to chest again.
Wang Yue thrilled—thought more work needed; faster than dreamed.
Mom's love deeper.
Thrill demanded control—immobile, just felt tits' comfort.
Time passed—his pure yang true qi swelled influence.
Lifelong virgin, no self-touch—but desires lurked, unsparked by nature.
Now, qi + breaths—gate cracked.
Small, but virgin impact huge: flushed, racing heart, ragged breath.
Sensing shift—time. “Unconscious” shift closer, big dick to thigh.
Clothed thigh-touch—first goddess mom contact. Near-ejaculation ecstasy.
Her turmoil—hot-hard thing on thigh. Instinct-grab—nailed his glans.
He clenched teeth—stifled groan, cum.
Her soft hand > any spasming pussy.
She froze: So huge?!
Sex lore knew norms.
15yo boys smaller—hers? Fingers couldn't encircle.
Bigger than adults?
Length?
Desire-driven curiosity—hand slid back.
Not root!
Still not!
...
Exploration shocked: Too long!
Undies edge—relief. ~20cm, not monster.
Rare in East, but precedents—books true.
But 15?!
Curious/worried, gripped, studied quietly.
Wang Yue near-exploding—her inching exploration > any foreplay.
Gripped tight, stroked—he groaned.
She thought: Sexual pleasure, normal.
Books: stimulation = bliss. His dream-moan confirmed.
“Gentleman cautious alone”—applies women.
Awake? Never. Asleep? Solo.
Bolder—stroked instinctively, then wondered: Me too?
Released, hand to crotch.
“Oh...” Qi-stoked fire + touch—shudder, moan.
So good! Addictive—wanted bathroom frenzy.
But leaving = his nightmare. Stayed—one arm head-hold, other rubbed slit.
Sensing self-focus neglect—he shifted, cock-thrust thigh-squeeze.
Bliss-sunk, she snapped back: natural seek.
Pity—hand from self, regripped big dick, stroked.
He settled, enjoying.
But now she ached.
First taste—craved more.
One hand head-duty, other can't multitask.
Inspiration: mutual rub—both pleased.
Son-sex? No. Outer friction, undies? Fine.
Decisive—skirt to waist, legs bare. Pressed tight, legs parted, cock between, clamped.
Instant—both shuddered.
His cock in tender inner-thigh vice—rivaled pussy grip.