Rematch with the Mother-Daughter Duo
More importantly, right at the top of that tantalizing zone was the place on his mother he'd dreamed of most.
Even through a layer of panties, he could still feel the soft, plump fullness there.
He didn't even need to look—just from the sensation transmitted up his big dick, Wang Yue knew his little aunt hadn't lied. His mother truly had a perfect bun pussy just like her, and Mom's was even fuller and more voluptuous.
Su Mengyan's sensations were even more intense. That spot she'd never even touched with her own hand was now pressed tightly against her son's rock-hard, massive, scorching-hot rod, throbbing with every pulse of his heartbeat. It felt so good her heart was melting.
There were no further movements, but this stimulation alone had her mind reeling, unprecedented lewd juices gushing out in floods, quickly soaking her entire pussy, seeping through her panties, drenching her inner thighs, and slicking her son's big dick.
Seeing his mom frozen in place for so long, Wang Yue grew impatient. Pretending it was pure instinct, he thrust forward bit by bit, letting his big dick slide back and forth in tiny strokes through that special crevice formed by her thighs and saucy pussy, lubricated by her flowing nectar.
The friction from her son drove Su Mengyan even wilder. She glanced carefully at her sleeping boy, confirming he showed no signs of waking, then boldly began moving herself.
In an instant, mother and son were both lost in boundless pleasure—until Su Mengyan shuddered violently all over, a torrent of fluids surging wildly from her perfect bun pussy.
And as if sensing it, Wang Yue hit his peak at the exact same moment, waves of scalding semen erupting, splattering the sheets and quilt behind his mom.
It was a long while before Su Mengyan recovered from the orgasmic bliss. Gazing at her sleeping son in her arms, a strange flutter stirred in her heart.
But then she sighed softly to herself.
Only now did she understand why so many people drowned themselves in the joys of man-woman love. This feeling... it was just too exquisite.
Looking back on her past thirty-plus years, it felt like she'd lived them in vain.
Yet if she could live it all again, she knew she'd still hold firm to the present—at most, now that she knew this bliss, she'd touch herself by hand now and then.
Because she knew she could never accept any man. The sole exception was her own flesh and blood son.
In that moment, a bizarre thought crossed her mind: If only Yue'er weren't my son.
But she quickly cast it aside: She loved him, could accept him, precisely because he was her son. If not... well, no point dwelling on ifs.
With a touch of regret and post-climax fatigue, Su Mengyan drifted off unknowingly, her thighs still clamped tight around her son's big dick—still rigidly erect even after shooting.
At that moment, Wang Yue opened his eyes, gazing at his mother's flawless face, his heart brimming with deep love and desire. But he didn't disturb her further.
Truth be told, if he'd unleashed his true qi at full power, he could have ignited her lust completely, slipping smoothly inside her instead of this external panty-blocked grinding.
But he wouldn't do that—it felt no different from drugging a woman, the mark of a lowlife scumbag.
Besides, she was his birth mother. If he was going to claim her, it had to be through proper conquest, never such cheap tricks.
Of course, a little teasing like tonight was fine—it stoked her fire without stripping her reason. In the end, she'd yield to her own will, not forced overload.
Like all boys, Wang Yue held a natural reverence for his own mother.
She'd always been the pinnacle of perfection and nobility in his eyes—a goddess. His lust for her burned fierce, yet he hesitated to profane her lightly.
Even though this goddess had just done things no goddess should, facing her in slumber, Wang Yue still held back from any sneaky moves.
Still, even without doing more, he couldn't bear to sleep just yet.
Finally cradled in her arms like this—how long had he yearned for it? Now that his wish was granted, he'd savor every second.
And it wasn't just simple cuddling—Mom's seductive thighs gripped his cock tight, and through her panties, he could even brush the very place that birthed him, the one he now craved to enter most.
Blissfully burying his face between Mom's massive tits, Wang Yue drowned in lustful fullness and an indescribable comfort, like returning to the safest harbor.
Su Mengyan was spot on—for Wang Yue, no place felt safer than her embrace. More precisely, second safest. First was her womb.
Everyone emerges from their mother's womb, growing there—his primal home, the ultimate sanctuary.
Too bad once born and grown, return was impossible. So her embrace became number one.
Raw desire and utter comfort intertwined, plunging Wang Yue into a profound state—he'd enlightened.
Not on a move this time, but deeper insight into the Great Dao of Yin-Yang.
Back in that special space, he'd grasped Yin-Yang basics, using it to traverse time and rebirth here. But he'd only scratched the surface.
This epiphany slowly deepened his stalled progress.
This "Dao" insight offered no immediate boost—no battle power, no dual cultivation gains.
But Wang Yue trusted that pushing further to a threshold would spark another qualitative leap.
And unlike typical epiphanies, this one wouldn't break from distractions—he could comprehend Yin-Yang while multitasking.
Thus, all night, Wang Yue savored his mother's sexy body while delving into Yin-Yang, eyes wide open.
Only as dawn brightened outside and Mom's lashes fluttered, signaling wakefulness, did he snap his eyes shut, feigning sleep.
Su Mengyan stirred from deep slumber, feeling utterly refreshed head to toe.
These years, she'd spent nights in meditation chasing breakthroughs—proper sleep had been ages ago.
Consciousness sharpening, she instantly felt her son's rigid rod wedged between her thighs, pulsing through her panties against her most sensitive spot.
Recalling last night's ecstatic release, she dazed out, instinctively craving more.
But glancing at the bright sky outside, she held back—daylight now, son could wake anytime. Caught like this? Mortifying!
Suppressing the urge, she parted her thighs, sliding back to free his big dick—clamped all night by her—then released his head and slipped from bed.
As Mom pulled away, Wang Yue felt endless reluctance, involuntarily snapping from that special epiphany state. No re-entry.
"Mom." Feigning fresh wakefulness, Wang Yue rubbed his eyes, beaming sweetly at Su Mengyan beside the bed.
"Awake already? Sleep well last night?" Su Mengyan smiled, heart secretly relieved—she'd resisted impulse, or midway discovery would've been disastrous.
"Great. Haven't slept that soundly in ages—like back when I was little, you holding me." Wang Yue sat up, stretching arms high, casually flipping off the quilt.
"Ah!" Barely uncovered, he yelped, yanking the covers back, face flushing crimson as he bowed his head in panic. "Mom, sorry, I..."
"Silly boy, you're in puberty now—perfectly natural. No need to be shy." Su Mengyan laughed, inwardly awestruck: So huge!
She'd stroked it long with her hands, clamped it all night with her thighs—but touch alone lacked visual impact. Seeing it now etched its majesty into her mind forever.
That towering pillar of might.
"Mom, could you look away? Gotta get dressed." Wang Yue mumbled, red-faced.
"I'm your mom—I birthed every inch of you. Scared I'll see?" Su Mengyan teased. "Fine, I'll hit the kitchen, fix you breakfast."
With that, she rose and left the bedroom.
Watching her lithe, sexy silhouette—and recalling her naughty moves last night—Wang Yue confirmed a suspicion brewing for days: Mom was just like Big Aunt and Little Aunt, hiding a nature at odds with her facade.
Big Aunt: outwardly haughty powerhouse, inwardly a mischievous prankster, quirky sprite. Little Aunt: surface tough and independent, really a clingy bird needing a branch. So Mom's true self?
By their pattern—opposites masking essence—outwardly aloof Mom was inwardly passionate, proactive?
Last night's actions fit perfectly.
If true, conquering her fully might be easier than imagined.
Wang Yue grinned inwardly, spirits soaring. He stripped off his plain undies, stashing them in his space ring, swapped for special ones, dressed fully, and exited.
Su Mengyan's breakfast was simple—milk and eggs—but quality far surpassed centuries ago.
Spiritual qi revival had awakened animals' spirits; not all turned feral. Tame livestock stayed docile, even aiding early human-beast fights as mutated pets.
Still, raising them grew harder, so milk and eggs—once commonplace—were now luxuries beyond commoners. Only clans like the Wangs treated them as standard fare.
As her son emerged, Su Mengyan instinctively glanced at his crotch—no obvious bulge. She sighed inwardly in relief.
Last night hard, still hard post-shoot, hard this morning—she'd worried it'd stay rigid forever.
Good, he was normal.
She didn't know her "good boy" burned with fierce lust for her. Her apron over clothes added "housewife" allure to her maternal-goddess-sexpot vibe, nearly bursting his cock—held back only by special undies.
After a sweet, cozy mother-son breakfast—and promising to sleep here again tonight—Wang Yue departed.
He still had a mission: deliver ingredients to Su and Chen clans.
Leaving Wang Manor alone, he drove cityward, aiming first for Ling Xueyan and Chen Chen.
Ten-plus days apart—time to properly comfort and satisfy mother-in-law and big sis-in-law.
Su Clan had Aunt waiting too, but sans dual cultivation, she'd endure a day fine.
His women had summed it up: Post-dual cultivation, lust spiked insanely. Pre-him, they'd abstained years. Now? Three months might drive them mad.
Half an hour later, Wang Yue reached Chen Tower—no announcement needed, straight elevator to penthouse.
"Aunt He." First sight atop: ever-diligent He Qiong. He greeted warmly.
Time away, she'd youthened more—gray hair fully black silk, wrinkles gone, skin elastic and fair as youth. Outwardly rivaling daughter Li Menglan, plus mature allure.
So fast? Ling Xueyan's spirit meds, rewarding her work ethic.
"Young Master Wang, you're here at last." He Qiong paused, smiling. "Boss Ling and Miss Chen missed you plenty these days."
"Sea trip last ten days—back yesterday." Wang Yue explained, inwardly wry: Love dumbs the sharpest. Ling Xueyan and Chen Chen, sly as foxes, sloppy enough for He Qiong to notice.
"Won't keep you—Boss Ling's office. She'll light up seeing you." He Qiong beamed, smile hinting something more.
Wang Yue puzzled but undiving, knocked at Ling Xueyan's door, bemused.
"Come in." Her voice, business-as-usual, formulaic.
But door barely ajar, two fiery bodies crushed into him—Ling Xueyan and Chen Chen.
"Naughty son-in-law, gone days—don't want your mother-in-law anymore?" Ling Xueyan mumbled through kisses, devouring his face and neck with greedy sniffs: This scent—my son-in-law's, my little man's. Makes me so wet and wild every time!
Chen Chen slammed and locked the door lightning-fast, then mirrored Mom, ravaging his other cheek and neck.
Their explosive passion startled even Wang Yue.
But shock flipped quick to raging excitement and lust—after Mom's all-night "torment," he craved this wild release.
Hands out, he kneaded mother-in-law and big sis-in-law's asses hard, murmuring, "Got held up. First thing back, here for you."
Ling Xueyan, pent-up days, needed more than kisses. Her hand trailed his chest down to his crotch.
Then chill hit her. She stopped kissing, pouting resentfully: "So we mother-daughter can't excite you anymore? Dick's not even hard."
Chen Chen checked too, face mirroring Mom's woe—tears welling.
She'd bet her life on bro-in-law, ready as lifetime secret lover. But if he lost interest? Lost.
Wang Yue'd meant to tease, but their faces killed it. He smacked their springy asses playfully, grinning: "Don't judge by surface—check inside first."
Arm around mother-in-law's neck, he claimed her lips deep.
Chen Chen, knowing her turn later, dropped to knees for his "inside," yanking pants down—revealing odd special undies, barely bulging. No hard-cock outline. Heart sank deeper.
Still trusting him, she gripped waistband, yanked down.
Slap!
His big dick sprang free, smacking her soft chin with a crisp pa.
"Mom, look—it's terrifying!" Chen Chen gasped, tone three-parts shock, seven-parts thrill.
Daughter's cry pulled Ling Xueyan from the kiss. She broke free, peered down—gasping too.
Wang Yue's big dick stood ramrod straight—no softness.
Bigger than ever—over twenty centimeters sure, veins bulging purple-black, massive head taut, mirror-slick.
All screaming peak engorgement—only utmost desire caused this.
Mother-daughter thrilled and stunned, hands shot out, grasping—rock-hard, elastic gone, scary rigid.
"Good son-in-law, forgive mother-in-law—I wronged you. Hard like this from us? I'm so happy." Ling Xueyan fondled joyfully, touched.
Chen Chen chimed: "Sis's perfect bro-in-law. Mom's mooned over you nights."
Their heartfelt display hit Wang Yue with a wave of guilt—his big dick's unprecedented swell wasn't them, but Mom.
Hugging his ultimate love and fuck-target all night, thighs and saucy pussy clamping tight, only one shot—pent-up desire massive. They just reaped the overflow.
But no confessing—let the sweet misunderstanding bloom.
He chuckled: "Mooned over what?"
"Fucked by you, duh." Chen Chen blunt, mouth engulfing his glans.
Ling Xueyan reclaimed his lips.
Mouth sealed by mother-in-law, cock sucked by big sis-in-law, their hands stroking shaft—Wang Yue soared.
Recalling last night's Mom-epiphany, he chased that state.
Tried thrice—failed. Realization: Only with Mom? Her as life's origin enabled true Yin-Yang harmony.
Maybe Xin'er too—womb-shared, they'd coexisted Yin-Yang.
Not now—test later. Priority: sate lovesick mother-in-law and big sis-in-law.
His hands roamed wild: caressing mother-in-law's curves, unbuttoning blouse, mauling her full perky tits, hiking skirt to waist—no panties, prepped for his arrival.
"Hot mother-in-law, what pose you want fucked in?" Wang Yue fingered her dripping saucy pussy, whispering.
"Good boy, mother-in-law's yours—fuck however you want." Ling Xueyan moaned.
"Good—turn around." Wang Yue spun her back-to, bending her over, ass high—plump white cheeks parted, deep cleft framing sopping saucy pussy.
"Sis, pause sucking—let Mom get hers." He told Chen Chen, deep-throating valiantly.
Chen Chen yielded, gripping base, slick glans to Mom's gushing slit.
Wang Yue thrust—big dick half-buried in juicy squelch.
"Ow~!" Ling Xueyan yelped. "Bad boy, easy—your cock's bigger today. Mother-in-law's pussy hurts from your fucking."
Wang Yue paused, withdrawing.
Today's special swell—nearly two cm longer, thicker—too much for her accustomed size.
Pussies stretched, sure—but he wanted peak every time. Normal state post-shoot, this rare—better wait, keep her goldilocks perfect.
Selfless, she rebelled, turning pouty eyes: "Why pull out? Keep fucking me!"
"Mom, not unwilling—I'm too hyped, fear hurting you. Make me cum once, normalize, then continue." Wang Yue honest.
Ling Xueyan pondered—logical—but pouted: "So not hard from us."
"Totally from you." Wang Yue fibbed kindly. "Held off all night—seeing you swelled it. Can't nightcap every night, right?"
Explanation flipped frowns to smiles. Glancing, they sat him in office chair, legs spread, knelt before.
Chen Chen engulfed glans; Ling Xueyan leaned, tongue-laving unreachable shaft, then balls—sucking one orb, swapping.
Gazing down: similar stunning faces—one mature seductress, one pure beauty—servicing his crotch together. Physical and ego bliss maxed.
Seamless teamwork: Chen Chen spat glans, Mom took over sucking; Chen Chen laved shaft/balls. Perpetual full coverage.
Mother-daughter sync flawless!
Wang Yue admired inwardly—unaware they'd practiced with toys in his absence.
Normally, full service plus mental rush? He'd blow quick.
But Mom-teased all night, peak-held sans release—now numb, endurance soared.
Ten minutes, their jaws ached—no sign from him.
"Bad son-in-law, on purpose?" Ling Xueyan lifted, pouting.
Chen Chen: "Done—fuck us raw. Pain's fine—Sis can't wait!"
Ten days pent, toying dream-cock—visual torment.
Wang Yue awkward—not unwilling, couldn't.
Blame Mom's allure—no vent there, cock-state freakish.
Mom-thoughts replayed blissful grind—idea sparked: "Got it—painless, all three bliss simultaneous."
"What?!" They pressed.
He explained.
Even shameless before him, mother-daughter blushed furiously.
But lust and love won—they nodded.
Wang Yue floor-laid, big dick skyward.
They stripped bottoms. Ling Xueyan side-straddled, legs wide, sopping saucy pussy mashed on his shaft.
Chen Chen opposite, grinding atop.
His cock trapped tight between their pussies, genitals fused.
"Oh... ah..." No penetration, but pressure alone drew tandem moans.
Chasing more, they rocked asses up-down, slick nectar lubing cock's pussy-sandwich slide.
Unpracticed, sync off—sometimes unison, often seesaw, pussies sawing shaft.
No matter—Wang Yue thrilled.
"Mom, Sis—like both pussies fucked by me? Feel good?" He savored, asking.
"Good, but way less than inside." Ling Xueyan bucked. External grind hit clit hard, intense—but no deep cock-plunge to core.
Chen Chen fantasized: "Bro-in-law, two cocks? One each pussy—true double-fuck."
Wang Yue laughed: "Greedy, Sis. Just you two—add Xiaoxi, need three?"
"Ha, punk—admit wanting us three? Calling us greedy." Ling Xueyan teased.
"You never dreamed it?" Wang Yue grinned. "Or hog my cock, starve daughter and sis?"
"Worry post-wedding you're henpecked—only wifey-fucks, dodging mother-in-law and sis-in-law." Chen Chen jabbed old tease.
"If so, do this." Wang Yue gripped waists, lifting—their pussies kissed sans cock.
"Ah!" Dual gasps, faces crimson—this was the shameful bit they'd foreseen.
Mother-daughter sharing man, same cock? Fine. Pussy-on-pussy lesbian-grind? Mortifying.
Wang Yue tricked 'em into it.
"How's enemy's pussy feel grinding yours—good, right?" He smirked.
"Very." Ling Xueyan huffed. "Daughter, grind on—ignore the rascal!"
"Mm." Chen Chen twisted, pussy-milling Mom's.
Watching juicy slits squelch gu-chi gu-chi before him, Wang Yue flamed, dropped hands—bodies fell, cock thrusting mid-slit.
Then hands lifted, hips bucked rapid—cock pistoning pussy-crevice like true fuck.
His glans-ridge raked clits viciously each stroke—mother-daughter quaking ecstatic.
Five minutes high-frenzy near-climaxing them—Wang Yue roared, slit-eyed head erupting, thick semen jetting ceilingward, raining back.
Penthouse: five-meter ceilings. His force immense.
Half-minute barrage, he collapsed spent, semen-splattered, too limp to dodge.
Mother-daughter awed, regretting—not womb-shot, what waste!
Wang Yue recovered post-rest, cock re-hardened—normal size now.
They, at limit after play, pounced.
Ling Xueyan yielded to daughter; Chen Chen mounted swift, pussy impaling, riding manic.
Ling Xueyan claimed face, pussy to mouth.
Wang Yue devoured her soaked saucy pussy—lick-suck—while thrusting up, hammering sis-in-law's starving slit.
...
Their tangle raged from 8 AM to 11—three-hour frenzy. Mother-daughter stuffed beyond full, boneless from "their" daughter's man's cock. True qi alone let fingers twitch.
Satisfied, Wang Yue broached business.
They phoned home, rested, then left Chen Tower for Chen Manor.