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🕑 Added 2025-08-23 19:17:17 +0000 UTCRecord of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife (The World’s Number One Beautiful Mother Sword Immortal) Chapter 53
A surge of intense pleasure erupted from below, followed by the indifferent emptiness of post-orgasm clarity, like a cold mist enveloping my heart, a wave of hollowness and weakness sweeping through my body.
I lay limp on the bed, able to move but unwilling to, time seeming to freeze on me, while the moans and heavy breaths around continued to flow like water harsh and distant.
Mother noticed my dazed state, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes. She suddenly struggled free from Senior Brother’s embrace; with a soft “pop,” that thick cock slipped out of her pussy.
Naked, she curled up in front of me, her slender hand gently wiping the sticky traces from my face, her fingertips warm.
“Son… what’s wrong?” Mother’s voice was soft, cautious, the candlelight casting gentle concern on her face.
I opened my mouth to speak, but my throat was so dry I couldn’t make a sound. I swallowed imaginary saliva and finally rasped, “N-nothing, Mom, just… felt amazing…”
Even as I said it, I felt weak, but a smile tugged at my lips.
Mother’s expression instantly relaxed, as if a weight had been lifted from her heart, and she laughed sweetly:
“You little pervert~~” She glared at me playfully, not caring about the lewd scene behind her, and leaned in to kiss my forehead, her lips soft and full of love.
“Mistress…” Senior Brother’s voice came from behind Mother, tinged with grievance, his thick, enviable cock still standing hard in the air, veins pulsing in silent protest.
Mother turned, her slender hand deftly gripping that huge cock, stroking up and down, the delicate skin contrasting with the bulging veins.
She tugged at his cock as if leading a tame beast, and Senior Brother crawled closer on his knees, the bed creaking, now only inches from me.
What is this slutty mom up to now?
I grumbled inwardly, but my hand instinctively found her ample breast, kneading it. The flesh was soft as cream, heavy, spilling through my fingers a balm for the soul.
At that moment, Lingxi’s cry suddenly rose, sharp and urgent, while Second Senior Brother let out a low roar, muscles tensed, both of them freezing mid-motion.
Lingxi’s delicate body trembled, her eyes half-closed, her face a mix of satisfaction and dreamy confusion;
Second Senior Brother’s body shook, his moans vibrating sweat down his brow.
Clearly, Second Senior Brother had come, thick semen flooding Lingxi’s pussy.
He frowned, but the smile on his lips contrasted sharply with Senior Brother’s frustration, his spine straight with the pride of a victor, his heavy breaths full of triumph.
Senior Brother glanced at the scene, then looked anxiously at Mother: “Mistress… I haven’t…”
His cock throbbed in Mother’s hand, impatiently pleading for release.
“I know, I know~” Mother laughed, lightly slapping the swollen head with a crisp “pop.”
She glanced at me, saw I was just fondling her breast without speaking, and leaned against me, her voice soft:
“Let Mistress rest a bit.” She arched an eyebrow, giving Senior Brother a meaningful look.
Senior Brother’s honest face flashed with embarrassment, too shy to pester Mother further, his gaze drifting hungrily to Lingxi.
Though Lingxi’s eyes were closed, lost in the afterglow, she seemed to sense Senior Brother’s desire.
She opened her eyes, looked at us, then, shy and obedient, turned to Second Senior Brother, her body inching forward. As Second Senior Brother withdrew, his long cock slid out of Lingxi’s pussy, trailing a string of sticky white fluid.
Lingxi whimpered, turned, and lay on her stomach, raising her round butt toward Senior Brother in a submissive pose.
From my angle, I could see Lingxi’s pussy opening and closing, white cum slowly oozing out and trickling down her pale thighs, her belly slightly swollen from Second Senior Brother’s claim.
My limp cock twitched unexpectedly, bringing a faint aftershock of pleasure mixed with a sore ache.
I grimaced, “Tsk,” frowning.
“You little wimp~~” Mother leaned on my shoulder, her red lips brushing my ear, her voice gentle.
In my post-orgasm state, I was immune to Mother’s “shameful teasing,” even recalling the last time she called me a little wimp in the inn at the foot of the mountain, our first real time together. I turned to her, my voice hoarse:
“Mom, I remember you said you had a secret to tell me?”
I searched her face for any flicker of emotion.
Mother froze for a moment, then quickly recovered.
She laughed, arching her brow:
“Did I? I remember saying I’d only tell you if you won~”
Clearly, she had no intention of telling me…
Before me, Senior Brother’s cock was already pushing into Lingxi’s pussy, squeezing out a gush of cum that ran down her thigh with a wet squelch. Lingxi’s body shivered, her moan soft and lewd.
Second Senior Brother brought his cock to her lips, the purple-red head rubbing against her mouth. Lingxi obediently opened up, sucking him in, the wet, hot sounds filling the air.
Ignoring Mother’s evasions, I pressed on, feigning ignorance of her “win or lose” condition:
“So what’s the secret?”
My tone was a bit petulant, my gaze locked on her face, searching for any clue.
Mother giggled, but didn’t answer directly.
She leaned against me, her slender hand caressing my cheek, her voice low and seductive:
“Son, sometimes the answer is very close. Whether you find it depends on when you understand~~”
Her smile was radiant, full of meaning.
That look made a wave of frustration surge in me at not getting an answer.
My fingers tightened, roughly twisting her nipple, the metal ring cold against my skin, a vengeful satisfaction rising in me.
A moan, more melodious than usual, burst in my ear, trembling with desire.
“You naughty boy~ so rough…”
Mother’s voice was half-scolding, half-enjoying, her half-closed eyes full of pleasure, her breath on my face almost encouraging.
I ignored her “scolding,” narrowing my eyes, wondering if I’d misheard the change in her moans.
I squeezed her nipple again, harder, and another moan rang out, tender and real, confirming I hadn’t imagined it.
My grip grew even rougher, each time firmer than the last, Mother’s moans rising in pitch, as if something deep inside her was awakening, binding us together.
Her moans flowed like water, her body trembling under my roughness, but she pressed her chest closer, her voice low and expectant: “Baby…”
Suddenly, I had an idea. I pushed Mother’s upper body onto my lap, as if it had all been planned. She lay across me, knees up, her big butt raised and swaying before my eyes, as if waiting for something.
Smack…
“Ah~”
Smack…
“Ah~”
For some reason, I could tell Mother’s moans were different this time real, as if her soul was satisfied.
I looked down, meeting her gaze. Now her eyes were clearly encouraging me, guiding me. One hand kneaded her nipple, the other slapped her big butt again and again, her moans full of joy:
“Ah~~ Mm~~ Baby… you… ah~~”
Mother’s cries even outdid Lingxi’s at the foot of the bed, drawing the attention of both Senior Brothers, who paused, staring at me in confusion.
With each slap, hot tears slid down Mother’s cheeks, but her face was full of bliss.
“Mom…”
My hand froze in midair. I looked down at her. “Baby… control me…”
“…”
My throat trembled; I didn’t even know what I wanted to say. I just licked my dry lips, looking at Mother’s once-white butt, now swollen and red, covered in bright marks, the edges purpling under the candlelight.
I asked, full of guilt and concern, “Does it hurt, Mom?”
In those moments, it was as if I was possessed, my palm slapping hard until I came to my senses, and guilt flooded in.
Mother shook her head, silent, and my heart clenched.
In that instant, I caught a fleeting look of loss in her eyes, like a petal falling, some unfulfilled longing.
Mother propped herself up and hugged me, my face pressed to her full breasts, the warmth wrapping me like clouds.
For some reason, a strong wave of love surged in my heart, washing away the earlier madness.
It was more than physical attraction a bond that tied us together.
In her arms, I inhaled deeply, her scent mixed with sweat, stirring a familiar dependence, as if I were a child again, nestled in her embrace.
“You naughty boy… want to eat?”
Mother saw my lips unconsciously nuzzling her nipple and asked with a pampering smile.
She pushed her chest out, guiding that tempting cherry into my lips, as if feeding a baby.
The cool ring tapped my teeth, the metal’s hardness contrasting with the soft flesh. I opened my mouth, taking in nipple and ring, sucking hard, my tongue playing with the ring, sometimes tapping my teeth with a faint “ding ding.”
The nipple was slowly deformed in my mouth, the softness reaching my core, making me hug her tighter.
“Baby… can’t bear to let go?”
Mother’s fingers combed my hair, her touch tingling my scalp.
That “can’t bear” struck my heart, leaving me unable to answer.
After a long silence, I murmured, “Mm…”
Memories of adolescence floated up curiosity about adult content, sneaking peeks at forbidden stories and videos. Most of it was unremarkable, just sensory stimulation, but some scenes of domination and submission, once uncomfortable, now became reality in Mother’s moans and reactions, leaving me dazed.
So, for a while, I lay in Mother’s arms, the two of us leaning against the headboard, watching the “erotic movie” before us.
The male leads were my two Senior Brothers, the female lead my wife Lingxi.
Lingxi’s body trembled under Senior Brother’s fierce thrusts, her pussy squeezing out spurts of cum, the wet “squelch” and her moans blending into a lewd symphony.
Second Senior Brother gripped her hair, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the wet sucking sounds filling the air.
Mother’s hand stroked my chest, soothing and teasing, but my heartbeat gradually calmed.
The moans and gasps became a lullaby, or perhaps it was Mother’s softness and warmth, her gentle patting, that brought on sleepiness, my eyelids growing heavy.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt Mother whisper in my ear:
“Baby, Mommy’s going to play for a while. If you’re tired, just sleep.”
Her voice was gentle, like a spring breeze, soothing and magical.
I mumbled, “Mm…”
My eyelids closed, consciousness sinking into darkness, only vaguely hearing the creak of the bed and Lingxi’s high-pitched cries.
…
When I woke again, I felt much refreshed. It was still night, moonlight spilling through the window, casting a cold silver glow on the floor.
The huge bed was empty except for me, the sheets still scented with Mother and Lingxi, stirring a strange emptiness.
Where was everyone? I frowned, quickly dressed, and put on my shoes, heading for the door.
Actually, I knew they’d probably gone wild with the Senior Brothers, the night’s revelry not yet over.
I shook my head, a wry smile on my lips, and opened the door.
But the ring didn’t react. Most likely, the party was over and everyone was resting.
I looked at my hand on the door five bare fingers… no ring…
Where was the ring!!!?
The green ring that brought me to this world, always with me, helping me grow stronger, was gone!
Panic set in. I checked again and again my fingers, my pockets, the sheets, even under the pillow nothing!
Slap!
A solid slap landed on my face, the sting waking me up.
This wasn’t a dream!
The ring was really gone? I slapped myself again and again, forcing myself to calm down.
I tried to recall what happened before I fell asleep I’d been in Mother’s arms, and the ring was still on my hand. Could it be… Mother took it?
That thought was a lifeline.
I swallowed, my steps quickening.
First, I rushed to Mother’s room empty, the bed cold.
Old Hao was gone too! My heart pounded, and I hurried to the Senior Brothers’ room.
There, I found only the two Senior Brothers and Lingxi…
Lingxi was curled up between them, wrapped in a thin blanket, sleeping soundly, her face still flushed from climax.
The Senior Brothers snored loudly.
Where was Mother? And Old Hao?
I stood in the doorway, my mind a mess.
Lingxi and the brothers were here, but Mother and Old Hao were nowhere to be found…
A sense of dread crept up my spine like a cold snake.
I moved toward Wang Zheng’s room.
Empty just a cold bed, no Wang Zheng!
The panic tightened, a tangled knot in my chest.
I forced myself to breathe, to think.
I was so flustered I even forgot to use my senses.
I leapt onto the roof, hoping a higher vantage would help.
The night wind was icy, clearing my head a bit.
I closed my eyes, spreading my spiritual sense out over the sect, searching for familiar auras.
Finally… I found them!
As my sense spread, I caught two familiar auras in the training ground.
One was Mother, with her unique sweet scent;
the other seemed to be Wang Zheng, with the fierce energy of a barbarian soldier.
Relief washed over me as I opened my eyes, fixing my gaze on the training ground.
I didn’t sense Old Hao, but he could take care of himself.
But Mother and Wang Zheng… what were they doing out there?
Could it be…
Still, my heart eased.
Whatever Mother was doing, as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.
Whether she was just chatting with Wang Zheng, or… “playing” again, I could accept it.
Her happiness was my greatest wish.
I took a deep breath, steadied myself, and quickly leapt to the edge of the training ground, perching atop a high wall, looking toward Mother.
In the moonlit training ground, the stone floor shone coldly, the moonlight illuminating everything.
I held my breath, eyes locked on the center.
Half-relieved, my heart nearly leapt out of my throat!
In that instant, I was struck as if by lightning, my blood freezing, my mind blank.
Because…
I saw Mother… and Wang Zheng…
Wang Zheng held a rough rope in his hand, the other end tied around Mother’s neck.
Aside from the rope, Mother wore nothing, kneeling naked on the training ground, occasionally glancing back at Wang Zheng like a pet being taken out for a walk by her master…
