Mother and Son's Backdoor
But her behavior was all the more endearing. She was clearly jealous and trying to feign anger, yet she couldn't help dressing like this to tempt him on purpose.
And even her current pose was probably deliberately struck after learning he'd arrived somehow.
He had to admit, this version of his mother lost a bit of her goddess-like sanctity and nobility, but she gained so much cuteness—and even more allure.
Wang Yue's hands gripped his mother's two plump, incredibly juicy ass cheeks, his ten fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh. His hips thrust forward rhythmically, his cock poking again and again at the narrow slit in the midst of that high, bulging mound between her cheeks.
Su Mengyan turned her head away awkwardly, ignoring him, but her body was brutally honest—not a hint of evasion. And after just a few prods from her son, that lofty mound began to leak juices, instantly soaking through her pants and wetting his glans, leaving it slick and sticky.
Wang Yue seized the chance, switching from prodding to grinding. With his scorching-hot glans rubbing her plump saucy pussy through the fabric, he murmured, "Mom, come on, how could Chu Mo ever compare to you?"
"But she's young, and she can let you fuck her pussy. Unlike me—I can only rub on the outside." Su Mengyan sighed wistfully. "Fucking inside must feel way better than just grinding on your mom, right?"
"How would I know? I've never actually fucked a pussy." Wang Yue decided to lie once more.
Su Mengyan blinked in surprise. "Never? Then what about Chu Mo..."
"I just talked with her all night. Don't believe me? Ask Jin'er-jie, Xiuer-jie, or Jiaojiao—they were there too." Wang Yue swore solemnly, even dragging in three witnesses.
"Then why'd you say all that last night?" Su Mengyan turned back to gaze at her son, her beautiful eyes brimming with curiosity.
Wang Yue chuckled. "To piss you off, duh. Who told you not to let me fuck you?"
Su Mengyan bought her son's words. The jealousy evaporated, replaced by a wave of guilt.
Deep down, she knew she had no right to feel this way. But the thought of his massive cock—rightfully hers—plunging into another woman's pussy made her stomach twist.
It was less jealousy, more unwillingness. After all, her son's cock hadn't even entered her pussy yet.
But her role as his mother doomed her from letting it happen for real, so she'd been sulking.
Now, with the "truth" out, that unwillingness faded, leaving only heartache for her boy.
"Good son, Mommy was wrong this time. I shouldn't have gotten mad over something like that." Su Mengyan said softly. "Mommy won't do it again. Fuck whoever you want. Mommy can't give you her pussy, so find others to make up for it."
"But I only want to fuck you." Wang Yue wedged his cock between her thighs, making her clamp tight, mimicking a backdoor pussy-fuck as he thrust. "Even if it's just grinding outside forever, I'm happy."
Feeling her son's obsession thrilled and touched her. Su Mengyan laughed. "Alright, as long as you want it, Mommy's yours anytime. But I won't stop you from fucking other women. A cock as huge and powerful as yours, wasted just grinding Mommy's outside? That'd be a shame."
"No way. I don't want other women—I want Mommy!" Wang Yue draped himself over her back, hands sliding forward to grope her massive tits through her clothes. He fondled them while pistoning his hips furiously, his abdomen slapping her fat ass with lewd paps.
Even through the fabric, Su Mengyan's saucy pussy reveled in the friction from her son's blazing big dick. She moaned softly. "Son, Mommy means it. I know you're insatiable just grinding with me—it's not fair to you. I'm scared that once you fuck a real pussy, you'll lose interest in playing pretend with Mommy."
"Never, Mom. Even if I fuck someone else for real, I'd never lose interest in this with you." Wang Yue meant every word.
Physically, it wasn't as good as actual fucking. But the psychological thrill was unmatched—nothing beat it. So his overall pleasure was still immense.
Besides, he was certain he'd conquer her completely one day, burying his cock in her pussy. And it wouldn't be long.
"That makes Mommy so happy." Su Mengyan purred. "Son, let's go to the bedroom."
"Nah." Wang Yue refused. "I haven't eaten dinner yet. Mom, make me something?"
Su Mengyan found it odd that he insisted on dinner now, but she couldn't deny him anything. She nodded. "Fine. But let go first."
"Oh." Wang Yue released her tits, but ground hard a few more times before pulling his long cock from between her thighs.
Su Mengyan stood and headed to the kitchen.
Wang Yue eyed her back hungrily, swallowing hard.
This bodysuit was designed to shape and accentuate the figure.
Mom's body was flawless—no sagging—so it didn't need shaping. But it showcased her perfection tantalizingly, without revealing it fully.
That hint of mystery made it hotter than full nudity.
Wang Yue stripped off his pants and underwear, striding after her with his lower half bare, big dick jutting proudly.
Mom's figure was unreal. Even without trying, her plump ass swayed hypnotically with each step, tempting him to take a bite.
In the kitchen, as Su Mengyan reached for ingredients, she noticed him following. "Why'd you come? Gonna help Mommy?"
Wang Yue stepped up, hugging her slim waist from behind. "Mom, you cook while I hold you from back here. I've craved this scene forever."
"What, you've wanted this with Mommy for ages?" Su Mengyan asked, puzzled.
Wang Yue froze—he'd slipped. He backpedaled fast. "Yeah, I probably fell for you way back. Whatever you're doing, I wanna hold you like this. Back then, it was innocent... now?"
"Now what?" Su Mengyan pressed, knowing he was up to mischief—but eager for it.
"Now, while holding you... I wanna do more." Wang Yue grinned, channeling true qi into a finger. He poked a coin-sized hole right at her ass seam.
Then, on tiptoe, he thrust his cock through it.
The suit was stretchy; the hole yielded easily to his girth.
Mom wasn't as tall as Little Aunt, just three cm shorter. Her golden-ratio legs were a tad shorter too, but barefoot, his tiptoed cock aligned perfectly with her pussy.
Sliding along her deep cleft, when his abdomen pressed flush against her fat ass, the first half of his cock mashed fully against her plump bun pussy.
The tight fabric held it firm—no hands needed. A wiggle spread her thick labia, nestling into her slit.
"Naughty boy, full of tricks." Su Mengyan wiggled her ass coquettishly.
Wang Yue thrust back and forth, his searing-hard big dick grinding her juicy little saucy pussy. His hands returned to her chest, kneading her tits. "Mom, feel good?"
"So good... but how can I cook like this?" Su Mengyan moaned. His bare cock sliding her slit weakened her legs—what cooking?
"Just heat some semi-prepared stuff." Wang Yue didn't care about food; he wanted this domestic passion—holding her during chores.
Infusing everyday life with lust: warm, thrilling, life's peak pleasure.
"Fine." Su Mengyan agreed, then warned: "Move slower, though. Mommy might get too comfy to function."
"Okay, nice and slow." Wang Yue eased up—one thrust every few seconds, sometimes pausing.
Even so, cock mashed to her saucy pussy, it felt divine.
With his restraint, Su Mengyan managed dinner: sweet-and-sour pork, ham omelet, stir-fried bamboo shoots, cold bean sprouts—two meats, two veggies—plus fan noodle meatball soup.
At her urging, Wang Yue reluctantly withdrew from between her thighs. They carried the dishes to the dining room.
"Mom, feed me." Wang Yue sat beside her, tracing circles on her chest with his finger. He scooped out two huge holes, freeing her massive, perky snow-white tits. He groped them while demanding.
"You're so grown—still need Mommy to feed you? No hands?" Su Mengyan sighed helplessly.
"My hands are busy." Wang Yue squeezed her tits, grinning.
Su Mengyan melted under his touch, relenting. She picked up a bamboo shoot with chopsticks, offering it.
Wang Yue dodged. "Mouth-feed me."
"You and your tricks." Su Mengyan grumbled, but popped the shoot in her mouth and leaned in, kissing him.
Wang Yue didn't take it right away. He savored her soft lips first, then tongued the shoot into his mouth—along with hers—tasting them together.
A full minute later, he released her. His hands kept mauling her tits as he nodded for more.
Su Mengyan fed him a pork strip the same way—another minute-long kiss.
"Son, eat up. The food'll get cold." Su Mengyan said half-heartedly. She loved it, but these were quick-prep dishes; cold meant ruined.
"No prob, I can reheat. You eat too—one half each." Wang Yue grinned.
Su Mengyan chewed a bite, then kissed him. While he savored her lips, she mashed it and passed half over.
Wang Yue gulped it down greedily. Mom's saliva made it tastier than mutant Yangtze knife fish.
A bite, a kiss—half an hour later, little food gone, but kissing fatigue set in.
"Son, it's cold—stop." Su Mengyan had kissed endlessly, tits constantly fondled; she burned with need, craving bedroom friction.
"Cold's fine—reheat. Mom, time for your other mouth to feed me."
"Other mouth?" Su Mengyan blinked.
Wang Yue grinned, withdrawing a hand from her tits to grope her crotch. "This one."
"Ah? No, no way!" Su Mengyan waved frantically. She'd warmed up frontally, but this felt too shameful.
"Mommy, pretty please? I wanna feel your pussy feeding me. Just try?" Wang Yue begged, but acted: scooping her up onto the table, spreading her sexy legs. He sliced her crotch open—her dripping bun pussy exposed.
Su Mengyan was shy, not unwilling. Now posed like this, she surrendered.
Wang Yue fished a cooled meatball from the soup, pinching it. He pressed it to her ripe-peach-like saucy pussy.
Soft and crumbly, her tight hole would smash it. He infused true qi, toughening it, then eased it into her gushing entrance, pushing deeper.
Tiny—quarter his glans size—it slipped in easy.
Her pussy hadn't hosted foreign objects since birthing him and Xin'er—or that finger day. "Son, get it out—Mommy feels so weird."
"Hold on, lemme sip soup first." Wang Yue grinned, latching onto her bun pussy. Tongue scooped her slit clean, then teased her slick labia and swollen clit.
Su Mengyan writhed in bliss, pussy springing like a fountain. Soon, half a mouthful.
Wang Yue sealed her little saucy pussy, sucking hard. Pop—the soaked meatball emerged. He chewed blissfully.
Watching him devour her pussy-marinated meatball, Su Mengyan flushed with shame and thrill.
After swallowing—meatball mixed with her juices—Wang Yue smacked his lips. "Fucking delicious!"
No need for him this time—Su Mengyan grabbed a pork chunk, stuffing it in. "Here, son—eat."
Wang Yue thrilled at her eagerness, diving in: licked forever, slurped half-mouth juices, then sucked out the strip, chewing slow.
This time, he didn't swallow—kissed her, sharing half the pussy-sauced morsel. She gulped; he released.
"Mom, how's your own taste?" Wang Yue teased.
"Not good at all." Su Mengyan grimaced. She hated her pussy juice flavor.
Wang Yue feigned shock. "It's heavenly—how?"
Su Mengyan smiled inwardly: he loved her so much, like she craved his cum.
That sparked hunger in her.
She slid off the table, grabbing his big dick, stroking. "Son, Mommy wants to eat too."
"No." Wang Yue refused. "You said twice tonight. Feed you, and I'm down to one later? Nope."
"Brat, bargaining with Mom now?" Su Mengyan shot a sultry glare, yielding. "Fine—one extra shot tonight."
"Thanks, Mom!" Wang Yue beamed, thrusting forward. "Dig in."
Su Mengyan knelt, hands stacked on his shaft. "Tell me when you cum."
She engulfed it.
A martial genius learned fast.
Practice, pondering, research—her blowjob skills skyrocketed.
Hands pumped, twisted, stroked his big cock; mouth nursed his glans—suck, slurp, lick—trembling his legs.
"Mom, slower—you'll make me bust." Wang Yue begged.
Eager for his tasty cum, she slowed, gentled—savoring his cock in her. Pussy off-limits? Mouth as proxy.
But Mom's allure crushed him. Even eased, under five minutes: "Mom—gonna cum!"
Feeling his glans swell, she ramped up, sucking hard—then grabbed a soup bowl.
His load erupted into her mouth.
First spurt caught; she spat the cock, covering with the bowl—rest filled half.
She swallowed her share, sniffed the bowl.
Fishy, bleachy—not great. But son's? Ambrosia.
"Mom, why catch it?" Wang Yue puzzled.
"Savor the delicacy slow." She set it down, ham slice dipped both sides in cum, munched.
"Mmm... divine!" Su Mengyan's immortal face beamed ecstasy.
Swallowed, she dipped pork for him. "Son, try."
"No way!" Wang Yue dodged, horrified. His own stuff? Pass.
"Brat—now you get Mommy's earlier feeling?" Su Mengyan eyed him flirtily, devouring the cum-drenched pork herself.
Her joy freed him: he lifted her back atop the table, stuffing bean sprouts in her pussy, burying his face.
Mom used his cum as dip; he used her saucy pussy as dish, juices as drink. Soon, all four dishes and soup devoured.
"So full—haven't eaten this much in ages." Su Mengyan rubbed her flat belly. Son's cum as sauce opened her appetite—pervert? Worth it.
Wang Yue laughed. "Next time too."
"Sure. But good son—time for the main event?" Su Mengyan eyed him lustfully. His prolonged pussy-feast had her desperate.
"Main event?" Wang Yue played dumb.
Su Mengyan knew what he craved—no shame with him. "Mommy's pussy itches. Wants son's big cock to scratch."
Wang Yue ached to ask: Wanna fuck my pussy, Mom?
But it'd sour things—she'd refuse. Bedroom instead.
Su Mengyan crawled onto the bed, ignoring her ruined suit, beckoning. "Son, come on."
"Mom, ass up—this time from behind!" Wang Yue panted.
Craving friction, she obeyed: doggy, fat ass high, wiggling invitingly. "Son—hurry!"
Wang Yue mounted, kneeling behind. Gripping his rigid big cock, he slid slow and firm along her cleft, glans parting her sealed labia, gliding her tender slit.
Su Mengyan reached back, pressing his cock deep into her slit. "Son—move!"
Wang Yue clutched her sexy ass, hammering fast. Cock ravaged her sensitive slit; abdomen slapped her cheeks pap-pap.
Save penetration, pure backdoor pussy-fuck. Her hand pinned half his length in plush labia—bliss. He ramped speed, force.
Su Mengyan quivered, moaning nonstop.
Glans ridge raking her clit and hole—insane sparks.
Foreplay overload: under three minutes, she tensed, spasmed—pussy sucking his cock, urethra gaping, squirting wildly on his shaft, splashing the bed.
Wang Yue held back—two shots max; too soon ended it.
Post-orgasm, Su Mengyan collapsed.
He followed, prone atop her softness, cock trapped belly-to-cleft.
Slathered in her juices, her cheeks gripped comfy—he kept humping her groove.
Feeling his heat and steel, Su Mengyan adored him more—craved him filling her.
But love meant restraint: one slip, he'd fuck her pussy—lifelong incest guilt, even secret.
Love urged surrender; deeper love forbade harm. Vicious cycle—torment.
His cock grinding her cleft sparked an idea.
"Son, wanna penetrate Mommy's body?" Her hand snaked back, stroking his big cock.
Wang Yue lifted, letting her grasp. "Dream of it."
"Good—Mommy'll let you." She pumped. "Insert away."
Ecstatic: "Mom—you'll let me fuck your pussy?!"
"No—we're mother-son, can't fuck pussy." Shake. Before disappointment: "But other places."
"Where?" Wang Yue blanked.
Su Mengyan guided his glans to her puckered rosebud. "Here."
"There?" Wang Yue stunned.
He'd read of anal—most women disliked; fetishists or pleaser-only.
To him, Mom and the women were kin, lovers, lifeblood. Hurting for his pleasure? Never.
"No—you couldn't take it."
"No try, no know." Su Mengyan smiled. "Truth: Mommy wants you inside more than you. But pussy's off—as your real mom—so other spots."
"I..." Wang Yue hesitated.
"Enough. Come—fill Mommy. Possess me!"
Her sincerity swayed him. "Okay—try. Say if it hurts."
"Promise—if bad, won't let you continue." Su Mengyan vowed.
Wang Yue nodded—not rushing. He flipped her supine, spread legs, dove to her saucy pussy, kissing deep.
"Son—Mommy said ass. Why pussy?"
No answer— he slurped and licked till she gushed.
Half-mouth collected, he lifted her ass, aimed tongue at her hole.
Licked rim, then probed inside.
Su Mengyan clenched instinctively, trapping his tip.
Wang Yue eased: tongue wiggled gentle, hands soothed her cheeks.
Soon relaxed—he spat pussy juice down his tongue into her ass.
She got it: lube from her own flow. So thoughtful.
Emptied, he rose, glans to her tiny rose. "Mom—here goes."
"Good son—enter. Claim Mommy."
Slow thrust—juices aiding—glans inched into her beautiful rosebud.
So tight!
Tighter than virgin pussy—every millimeter fought. Ages for half-glans.
"Mom—how's it?" Wang Yue paused, scanning her divine face.
"Fullish—no real pain. Keep going."
Relieved, he pressed—full glans past ring, easier inside.
No rashness: he spread her labia, fingered her clit.
Juices flowed, lubing his shaft.
Slathered slick, he hilted in her ass.
Ass—not pussy. Tight, yes—but no plush warmth, no rippling walls, no cervix kiss. Meh.
But Mommy's body. First entry anywhere—soul-deep joy trumped senses.
"Mom—now? Comfy or hurt?"
"Not too bad—just full. Not super pleasurable." Honest. Then: "But son—Mommy's so fulfilled. Filled by you—pure bliss. Don't mind me—fuck like it's my pussy."
Wang Yue didn't thrust. Grinned: "Can't—your dutiful son won't just chase his own high."
Hand flipped—two gadgets appeared.
Oval, thumb-sized pink egg; square remote box.
Matching set: vibrating egg and controller.
Yan Fangfei special—seen in looted ring, fun; requested batch. Perfect now.
"What's that?" Su Mengyan vaguely recalled.
Wang Yue smirked silent, spread her saucy pussy, eased egg in—switched on.
Bzzz~
Su Mengyan's sexy body jolted fiercely.