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🕑 Added 2025-08-16 21:37:43 +0000 UTCRecord of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife (The World's Number One Beautiful Mother Sword Immortal) Chapter 43
The candlelight flickered on the bed, casting a warm glow over the entwined figures of Lingxi and me. She lay atop me, her moist little pussy tightly enveloping my cock, her tender flesh writhing, sending waves of tingling pleasure through me. My breathing grew rapid, and her recent words echoed in my mind, stirring my heart:
“It’s just… both Mom and I want to try Brother Wang’s cock…”
Damn, that sentence nearly made me surrender outright.
Lingxi seemed to sense my state, a sly smile playing on her lips as she began to rapidly shake her hips, her buttocks slapping against my crotch with crisp “smack” sounds.
Before long, I could no longer hold back and thrust deeply into her pussy, the heat inside me bursting forth like a dam breaking.
“Fuck,” I cursed inwardly, mingling helplessness with pleasure. After finishing, Lingxi giggled, her voice clear and enchanting like a triumphant little fox.
“You little slut,” I reached out to pinch her cheek, only to have her take my finger into her mouth.
Her tongue skillfully swirled between my index and middle fingers, teasing and sucking, as if my fingers were the cock inside her pussy. Her eyes were watery, shy yet filled with endless temptation.
Damn, she was getting naughtier by the minute, and I found myself distracted by her teasing, eager to continue until she finally spat out my finger, panting, “Husband, okay?”
“Okay,” I thrust upward hard, feeling the tight squeeze of her pussy, earning a few suppressed moans from her.
Her cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, body trembling slightly, fully immersed in the pleasure of our flirtation. Soon, our breathing steadied, and we fell asleep embraced.
Morning…
Sunlight filtered through the window, bringing fresh air into the room. I gently patted Lingxi’s buttocks; she had been afraid to lie atop me all night. Blushing, she slid off me. I got up, tidied my clothes, and took several Longevity Pills from my ring, handing them to her. Lingxi accepted the pills and shyly kissed my cheek, saying, “Thank you, husband.”
“Thank me for what?” I teased.
“You bad person,” she blushed deeply, lightly punching me on the arm.
“Hahaha, you should let your Brother Wang thank you properly,” I said with emphasis on “thank,” making Lingxi’s face turn even redder, like a ripe apple, softly mumbling, “Husband is bad…”
At that moment, my mother’s voice came through the mind transmission: “Son, come here!”
I told Lingxi, “I’m going to see Mother.”
“Okay,” Lingxi nodded happily.
I hurried to Mother’s room and pushed the door open, finding her lying in bed with Old Hao. They looked deeply affectionate. Old Hao glanced at me awkwardly but only nodded slightly without saying more.
“Son, I have something to tell you,” Mother’s voice was gentle yet hopeful.
“What is it, Mom?” I sat down, puzzled.
“I want to hold a wedding with Uncle Hao. Do you agree?” Her tone was light but tinged with nervousness.
Mother wanted to marry Old Hao? Though not shocked, I felt somewhat uneasy. But thinking it over, her happiness was paramount. Besides, I had seen Old Hao’s care and genuine affection for her and couldn’t deny their feelings.
“Mom, as long as you’re happy, I agree,” I nodded, trying to sound natural. Though the thought of calling Old Hao “Dad” felt awkward, Mother seemed to guess my thoughts and smiled, saying, “You can still call him Uncle Hao.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.
“There’s one more thing,” Mother continued.
“What?” I asked curiously.
She looked at Old Hao and gently nudged his arm. “Husband, you say it.”
Old Hao cleared his throat, weak but serious: “I want some Longevity Pills.”
“Uncle Hao, what for?” I frowned, puzzled.
“The children down the mountain are close to me. I want them to apprentice under your mother, to teach them cultivation. That will be a great help to you all in the future.”
I nodded thoughtfully. Indeed, with the northern demon clans stirring, and the Longevity Sect possibly scheming, our strength and manpower were insufficient. It was hard to trust outsiders or believe that mere dominance would make everyone obey me. Having these children join the Azure Sword Sect would strengthen the sect and prepare for future crises.
“Alright, I agree.” I took a small bag of Longevity Pills from my ring and handed it to Old Hao. “Is this enough?”
Old Hao’s eyes brightened with relief. “Enough, enough.”
Mother happily got out of bed, dressed, and smiled: “Come with me later to town to pick out wedding clothes.”
I was momentarily stunned but nodded, “Okay, Mom.”
Seeing Mother’s joyful expression, I felt a mix of emotions but mostly contentment. Soon, Mother, Old Hao, and I went down the mountain toward the town. The morning breeze carried a faint scent of grass and trees, refreshing.
We arrived at the town, quieter than the bustling capital but lively with people and shops. We found a tailor’s shop and entered, the air filled with the smell of fabric.
Mother and Old Hao stood at the counter as the tailor measured them. I watched quietly, memories of Earth flashing through my mind Mother had raised me alone, never having a boyfriend. Now, seeing her and Old Hao so close, like a couple trying on wedding clothes in a drama, warmed my heart.
Mother occasionally looked back and smiled at me, her happiness shining through. Old Hao cooperated seriously with the tailor, occasionally whispering and laughing with Mother. The atmosphere was warm and natural.
Outside, I bought some local snacks and sat on a stone bench, slowly enjoying them. After a while, Mother and Old Hao came out, Old Hao carrying a package presumably Mother’s new clothes. He looked tired; no matter the world, shopping with women was always a challenge.
“Wife, I’ll head back first,” Old Hao said softly to Mother.
“Okay,” Mother nodded gently.
Old Hao nodded at me with a look of relief and turned to leave.
“Come back with us, why leave early?” I asked, wiping grease from my mouth.
“We’re just strolling, no rush to return,” Mother smiled, holding my arm. Her look and expression hinted she was hiding something, but I didn’t ask, following her lead to continue wandering the town.
Though small, the town’s streets were lively with stalls and shops. We walked around several times. Mother eagerly looked around, seeming to have no intention of returning to the mountain.
I was puzzled but didn’t ask, quietly following her. Eventually, we stopped in front of an inn. The sign read “Qingfeng Inn,” with red lanterns hanging outside, quaint and cozy.
Did Mother want to stay here? With me? The thought puzzled me why such an idea in broad daylight?
Mother confidently pulled me inside, went straight to the counter, and booked a room. The waiter warmly led us upstairs. The room was simply furnished but clean, with a large bed covered in blue cloth bedding, and a window overlooking the town street.
Upon entering, Mother released my hand and lay down on the bed. She half-supported herself, looking at me with a seductive gaze and a low, alluring voice: “Son, come.”
Honestly, I was a bit shocked. This felt completely off. My sixth sense warned me I had no idea what she wanted.
I stood frozen, my mind in chaos.
“Come on, don’t you miss Mom?” she said again, her voice full of temptation, beckoning me with her hand.
I was at a loss but obediently sat beside her, heart pounding with unease.
Suddenly, Mother’s hand shot out, pinching my ear fiercely. “You little brat, are you hiding something from me, hmm?”
I was stunned. What? Hiding from her? Holding my ear, I gasped, “What? Mom, be gentle, it hurts…”
“That day, how did you know I was at Tianxiang House? I didn’t tell you by mind transmission. And you weren’t surprised by the tattoo on me.” Her grip tightened, her phoenix eyes narrowed, frowning as if pretending to be angry. “Speak clearly.”
Damn, my heart sank. Mother must have guessed how I could know what she was doing. That day, I was so focused on saving her that I forgot these details.
Now, being questioned like this, my mind raced for a plausible explanation. Just as I was debating whether to confess or make an excuse, the ring suddenly sent a faint “signal.”
I instinctively looked down at the ring. In my mind, Lingxi was sitting on Wang Zheng’s lap in his room. Her petite body pressed against his strong figure, cheeks flushed, eyes shy yet bold, hands gently wrapped around his neck.
Mother seemed to notice my odd expression. Seeing me look at the ring, her gaze hardened as if she guessed, and she pinched my ear harder, whispering, “Are you going to tell me or not?”
I was in extreme torment. Mother’s questioning and “caresses” unsettled me, while the image of Lingxi in my mind made my heart race.
In that moment, my mind suddenly became exceptionally sharp.
Why explain? Instead of struggling to lie, better to distract her! I suddenly lunged into Mother’s embrace, knocking her onto the bed.
Mother was startled, loosening her grip on my ear, staring at me in surprise.
Meanwhile, the scene in my mind continued. Lingxi had also knocked Wang Zheng onto the bed. Given her frail body, she surely couldn’t overpower him. His strong barbarian physique far exceeded normal strength, probably deliberately dodging, but Lingxi’s persistence left him no escape.
She coquettishly said, “Brother Wang, don’t you like me?” Her voice was soft with a hint of grievance, eyes watery as she looked at Wang Zheng.
Mother, pinned down by me, blushed, seemingly no longer intending to question, teasing:
“You little brat, what are you doing in broad daylight?”
I grinned mischievously, leaning close and whispering,
“Don’t you miss Mom? You’ve been with Old Hao these days, almost forgot your son.”
“Who told you I’m not more handsome than your husband?” Mother snorted, eyes twinkling with mischief.
Handsome indeed few could surpass Ye Wuhui, Old Hao.
“True, otherwise why sell yourself and get married?” I teased, grinning.
“I’m willing,” Mother glared but couldn’t hide her smile.
“Hehe, your son’s willing too,” I continued. “But I wonder if Big Brother and Second Brother will agree.”
Mentioning the two brothers, Mother’s eyes lit up, smiling:
“Those two little rascals, can’t I handle them?”
Then she suddenly reached toward my crotch, lightly grabbing through my pants, teasing.
Meanwhile, the image in my mind showed Lingxi’s hand reaching toward Wang Zheng’s crotch, gently stroking the bulge.
Watching Lingxi’s fingers wander, the bulge grew. I felt my cock harden involuntarily, blood rushing down, desire flooding in waves.
“You little rascal,” Mother noticed my distraction but didn’t respond, sensing my cock hardening. A knowing look crossed her eyes, her lips curling slyly. Her other pale hand lightly patted my cheek, whispering, “You’re hiding it well…”
“Princess, master and servant have boundaries… and you’re married… this isn’t proper…” Wang Zheng’s voice was low and embarrassed, trying to push Lingxi away but not daring to touch her.
Lingxi bit her lip and softly said, “Husband was called away by Mom, went down the mountain with her, not home now. Brother Wang, don’t worry.” Her voice was soft as water, with a hint of suggestion.
I remembered Lingxi only knew I went to see Mother, but why was she so sure Mother wanted me to go down the mountain?
After waking, Mother had been with me all along, and Lingxi wasn’t around…
As I pondered, Mother’s grip tightened. “If I’m right, your little Lingxi is fooling around with that Wang Zheng.” Mother raised an eyebrow at me.
“Ah? How do you know?”
I blurted out, heart sinking, realizing I’d slipped.
“Hehe…” Mother smiled, eyes gleaming with triumph, squeezing harder. “Have you always known or seen what we’re doing?”
“Ah… um… be gentle… Mom.” I gasped, trying to ease her “caresses.”
“When did it start?” Mother asked seriously, but with curiosity.
I deliberately kept the time vague, “Not long after arriving here, after my realm advanced.”
Mother wasn’t letting up, eyes narrowing, squeezing tighter, whispering, “Specific time.”
“Ouch… it’s… when…” I gritted my teeth, thinking fast, finally said, “When you seduced the two brothers, but it wasn’t clear then.”
“Not clear… and now? Much clearer?” Mother raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah… yeah…” My voice was weak; I knew I couldn’t hide it.
Alright, lying to Mom was useless…
I sighed, preparing to confess, when Mother asked, “Can you see what Lingxi is doing now?” with a teasing tone.
“Yeah…” I nodded with difficulty, heart racing.
“What is she doing?” Mother pressed, lips curling, as if already guessing.
“She… she’s doing the same thing as you…” I pointed down to my crotch, “but… she probably isn’t as rough as you.”
“Hmph…” Mother snorted, as if recalling something, eyes flashing with anger, “Last time, it wasn’t Lingxi’s fault it was you always watching me and your brothers.” Then she squeezed harder, making me cry out in pain.
“Ow ow ow… it hurts…” I grimaced, voice full of pain.
Mother, seeing my distress, quickly loosened her grip, anxiously asking, “Are you okay, son? Mom didn’t mean it.”
Taking advantage, I controlled her hands, pinned her beneath me, and kissed her softly. Her lips were soft and fragrant.
Her body relaxed, as if already prepared…
Meanwhile, in my mind, Lingxi and I moved in sync, both kissing.
I lowered my head and kissed Mother’s tight, pink pussy, my tongue gently licking, tasting a sweet liquid. Mother moaned louder, arching her body, the pink mist nearly enveloping the room.
At the same time, in my mind, Lingxi carefully licked Wang Zheng’s strange cock, her tongue cautiously exploring the sharp glans. Wang Zheng stiffened, his heavy breathing filling the room, his eyes no longer struggling, filled with uncontrollable desire…
The pink mist in the room thickened, the sweet scent wrapping around me like a spell, making my reason fragile as thin ice.
Mother’s moans echoed intermittently, her arched body trembling on the bed. My fingers gently parted her soft pink lips, silky smooth yet elastic.
“Son… stop licking…” Mother’s voice was sultry, mixed with shyness and irresistible pleasure. She propped herself up on the bed, lifting her long legs clad in black stockings, lightly kicking me on the chest.
“Mom, didn’t you want me to help you?” I looked up, a mischievous smile on my lips, eyes locking onto her flushed face.
Her phoenix eyes shimmered, lips slightly parted, her breath like soft rain tapping on a window, teasing me.
“You bad boy…” Mother snorted playfully, hooking her legs around my neck, pulling me close. She turned and pinned me to the bed.
Her supple body pressed against me, her ample breasts pressing through thin fabric onto my chest. I felt her nipple rings. She seemed to notice my reaction, smiling softly, arching her chest to press the rings more firmly against me. I reached out to touch but she stopped me, whispering, “What’s Lingxi doing?” Her tone teasing, eyes curious.
In my mind, Lingxi knelt between Wang Zheng’s legs, half-swallowing his strange cock. She spat it out and said coquettishly, “Brother Wang… it’s so long… and thick…” Her voice was faint as a mosquito’s buzz, cheeks flushed almost to bleeding.
Her hand gently gripped the huge cock, stroking the thick base, eyes full of wonder and shyness.
Wang Zheng’s erect, sharp glans was about the same size as mine but oddly shaped like a traffic cone, narrow at the tip and widening downward, creating a bizarre visual impact.
I told Mother, “Lingxi is ‘eating that traffic cone.’”
Mother laughed, her clear, charming laughter filling the room.
She then pulled down my pants and took my cock fully into her mouth.
Her red lips were warm and moist against my lower abdomen, her throat moving to rub my glans, sending waves of intense pleasure.
Meanwhile, Lingxi again took half of Wang Zheng’s “traffic cone” cock into her mouth, her small mouth stretched full, eyes glazed, saliva dripping down the strange member.
The pleasure below and the mental images intertwined, and most striking was the strong contrast in size.
This made my cock pulse uncontrollably in Mother’s mouth, pre-cum leaking from my glans. She spat me out, a thin transparent thread connecting her lips to my urethral opening.
“Baby, suddenly so hard.” She looked down at my erection, fingers sliding over my glans, drawing out a clear liquid. She licked her finger:
“Looks like something interesting happened with your little slut.”
“No… it’s just that Mom’s too amazing.”
I wouldn’t admit it was because of Lingxi and Wang Zheng’s scene. That would be disastrous.
I chuckled nervously, eyes fixed on the lace edging of Mother’s thigh-high stockings, trying to hide my panic.
Mother smiled at me, then suddenly straddled me.
Her two pink lips clamped my cock, the warm, moist sensation through the skin teasing me.
She gently swayed her hips, soft flesh rubbing against my rock-hard cock, the softness almost making me explode.
I couldn’t take it, reaching to fully erect my cock and aim it at the delicious hole, but Mother slapped my hand down.
“Don’t move.” She looked at me playfully, lips curling. “Your little slut is still eating cock, huh?”
In my mind, Lingxi was already riding, half-squatting on Wang Zheng.
She held the strange “traffic cone” cock carefully, aiming it at her pussy.
Damn, I cursed silently this little slut wasn’t even wearing panties!
Her pink pussy was exposed to the air, slightly open, glistening with moisture, ready to welcome that thick member.
I shook my head, smiling at Mother, “You and your daughter-in-law have similar styles.”
Mother hummed softly, continuing to rub my rock-hard cock, whispering:
“Wait until Lingxi’s inside, then you can go in, otherwise…”
Her voice was soft but carried a hint of threat and expectation, as if everything was part of her plan.
After hearing Mother, I realized today’s events were definitely prearranged by this mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
But what could be done? Everyone was happy anyway…
I chuckled, my hand roaming over Mother’s black-stockinged thigh.
The stockings were smooth as silk, warm and soft to the touch. I couldn’t help but stroke a few more times, desire flooding from my spine, making my cock grow harder.
I looked forward to the image of that strange cock entering Lingxi’s pussy.
In the vision, Lingxi slowly lowered herself onto the sharp glans, her pussy opening easily to swallow that thick “traffic cone.”
I swallowed hard, nodding, eyes burning as I looked at Mother.
Mother smiled lightly, raising my cock, slowly taking it into her warm, moist pussy.
Her movements were slow and teasing, each inch bringing intense pleasure. The wet, hot flesh gripped me tightly.
“Going home…”
The intense stimulation nearly made me cry out.
When Mother’s buttocks hit my crotch, a crisp “smack” sounded. I looked down she had swallowed me whole.
Meanwhile, Lingxi had only taken in about a third of the “traffic cone.”
Most of the thick base still protruded, her pussy stretched full, her face filled with pleasure, softly moaning, “Brother Wang… so long and thick…”
People comparing themselves made me bitter. Wang Zheng’s was thicker and more absurdly shaped, while mine was easily swallowed by Mother without resistance.
Damn…
I muttered softly, “That’s quite a difference…”
Mother blushed, teasing, “What difference?”
Her tone was light, playful, as if she’d seen through my thoughts.
Embarrassed, I scratched my head and whispered, “Your daughter-in-law’s pussy has only taken in half…”
Mother’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of longing flickering in them, lips curling with ambiguity:
“She must be having a great time…”
I didn’t answer, but thrust hard upward, my cock slapping inside her warm pussy.
I grinned up at her, “Mom, you want to try that ‘traffic cone’ too?”
Mother giggled, her laughter clear and charming, with a hint of provocation:
“What’s wrong? Jealous?”
She leaned down and kissed me before I could answer.
Her red lips were soft and moist, the scent faint and sweet, instantly silencing me with a low whimper.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, hands roaming her smooth skin, one hand stroking her back, the other slapping her buttocks with a sharp “smack.” Her flesh trembled slightly, protesting my teasing.
Mother whimpered softly, her body shivering, eyes shining with moisture.
She didn’t resist but pressed her lips to mine, whispering a barely audible “Continue…”
Her voice was light, but I heard it clearly. That tempting “continue” was like a spell, igniting my desire instantly.
I held her waist, thrusting hard into her warm pussy, the crisp “smack” of flesh hitting my crotch echoing.
My other hand slid down her smooth back, slapping the other buttock, making it tremble violently.
Mother’s moans grew more passionate, low and melodious, like spring water rippling in my ear.
But the gauze dress wasn’t enough I eagerly reached for the buttons, undoing them one by one. The thin fabric slipped off like petals, revealing her white jade-like body.
Seeing the tattoos on Mother’s chest and lower belly made my heart race and breath quicken.
The “Twin Snakes Entwined on the Breasts” tattoo showed black and blue snakes coiling tightly around her full breasts, their tongues curling around her nipples. The “Peony Holding the Rod” on her belly was bright red, petals full, the core deep crimson, with the phallus already visible.
These tattoos, set against the pink mist, looked eerie and sexy, making it hard to look away.
“Baby, do you like it?” Mother cupped her breasts, her thumb and forefinger forming a semicircle slowly moving toward her nipples, gently squeezing.
Her engorged nipples pulsed, the rings swinging, silver metal gleaming faintly in the candlelight, the jade pendants infinitely tempting.
“Yeah… looks very sexy…” I swallowed, eyes burning as I stared, my voice hoarse.
“Hehe… baby, want to hear a secret?” Mother smiled slyly, eyes flashing.
“What secret?” I asked, heart pounding.
Mother leaned close, her soft chest against me, her red lips near my ear, softly blowing, whispering, “Mom… used to wear nipple rings when young…”
What…?
My head buzzed, barely able to believe my ears.
