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🕑 Added 2025-08-10 00:28:05 +0000 UTCRecord of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife (The World's Number One Beautiful Mother Sword Immortal) Chapter 31
Sunlight slanted into the room. Daoist Qingxuan told me early in the morning that he needed to hurry back to the sect, reminding me to take good care of Lingxi before leaving. Maybe the sounds last night really were too loud Qingxuan was embarrassed to stay in the sect any longer. He probably thought it was just my mother and the senior brothers, but if he knew Lingxi was involved too, who knows how he'd react. As for Old Hao and Ye Wuhui, sometimes I really can't understand them. If he loves my mother, why doesn't he pursue her... Last night he was plied with drinks by the two senior brothers, and this morning he left without saying goodbye. Whatever, I'll talk to him next time I go down the mountain. From the direction of the kitchen, I could hear the sound of spatulas clanging.
There were only a few people left in the sect. I opened the doors to Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother's rooms and saw my mother lazily lying on the bed, giving me a meaningful smile.
The scenes of last night’s passion were still vivid in my mind.
"Son..." Mother beckoned me. She was wearing that qipao that couldn't hide her voluptuous figure, lying on her side so that one of her breasts slipped out from the slit, the nipple red, swollen, and long, making my heart race. Her legs were crossed under the hem of the qipao, hiding everything from view...
That only made me itch even more inside, as images from last night flashed through my mind: Mother being pleasured in turn by the two senior brothers, her moans echoing through the room.
And now, here she was, giving me such a seductive look.
"Come, son, let Mom hold you for a while," she said in a lazy, honeyed voice. I walked to the bed and lay beside her, inhaling a faintly ambiguous scent.
There were a few dark stains on the sheets the traces of last night’s intense activities.
Mother traced circles on my chest with her finger. "Last night... did you sleep well?"
Her sultry aura filled my ears, making me blush and my heart pound. "My son is all grown up now..." she said softly. "You even knew to have Lingxi... take care of Mom."
She winked mischievously as she said this, and I couldn’t help but remember Lingxi’s back as she left the room last night, and the scenes of passion in my dreams.
"Mom..." I felt a little awkward, but she moved even closer.
Her warm breath brushed my ear. "Did you know? Lingxi was so wild last night..."
I swallowed. Mother continued, "Too bad... you didn’t see the second half of the night."
Her voice grew softer, almost a whisper. "You don’t blame Mom, do you?"
I buried my head in her warm embrace, greedily inhaling her unique scent a blend of a mature woman’s fragrance and a faint musk that made me feel at ease.
Her breast was soft and springy, and even through the thin qipao I could feel its warmth.
I couldn’t help but nuzzle that plump softness, my lips brushing her exposed, swollen nipple.
"Hiss... Son, be gentle..." Mother gasped, her fingers threading through my hair, gently massaging my scalp.
I looked up and saw her cheeks flushed, her eyes a mix of reproach and doting.
"Haven’t had this in years, have you?" she said gently, hooking her finger into the qipao’s collar. "Come, have some..."
I watched as her slender fingers undid the buttons one by one, revealing more of her fair, full skin.
She moved slowly, like performing a seductive striptease.
"Mom... do you like your life now? Are you happy?" I asked, unable to help myself, as I opened my mouth and took her plump nipple between my lips.
"Mmm... I like it, I’m very happy..." Mother sighed, her hand sliding down to gently rub my not-yet-erect cock through my pants. "This life... is even better than being an immortal..."
My tongue teased her sensitive bud, sometimes sucking gently, sometimes flicking quickly.
Mother’s breathing grew obviously faster, her fingers wandering over my crotch.
"And... will you love the senior brothers more than me?" I asked nervously, looking up at her.
Mother laughed, tracing my jaw with her finger. "Silly child, Mom’s heart will always be yours." She paused, a sly smile on her face. "As for this body... of course I prefer your senior brothers’ big cocks. Especially those thick, long things they always fuck Mom until she’s nearly dead..."
Hearing her shameless words, I felt myself harden.
Mother noticed immediately, tracing the shape of my growing erection through my pants. "Looks like my son is excited too... Do you want Mom to set it free?"
"Mom..." I murmured, not stopping her as her hand slipped into my pants, gently stroking my now fully erect cock.
Her palm was cool but felt wonderful. She was skilled, sometimes scraping my most sensitive spot with her fingertips, sending shivers through me.
"Tell Mom," her lips nearly touched my ear, "last night, when you watched Mom being fucked by your two senior brothers, did you get really excited?"
I couldn’t help but recall the erotic scenes: Mom on her knees, licking Senior Brother’s terrifyingly thick cock, while Second Senior Brother’s rod pumped her pussy full of cum... then being held in the air and fucked, her legs stretched wide... until she pissed herself from being fucked...
As I was lost in the memory, Mother squeezed harder. "Tell me, Mom wants to know what you were thinking..."
Her voice was coquettish, her other hand grabbing my chin so I had to look at her.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her smile full of meaning so different from when we first arrived in this world...
I couldn’t help but laugh. "Mom, you’re nothing like you were when we first came here."
"Oh?"
"You’ve gotten so much sluttier."
"Ya, you brat, calling me names." She suddenly looked nervous, like a little woman pouting. "Do you think Mom is too slutty now?"
"No..." I shook my head quickly. "I really like you this way... this is the real you, isn’t it?"
Mother nodded in satisfaction. Honestly, I suspected her pout was all an act she was too smart, saw right through me.
Her hand wrapped fully around my cock, slowly stroking. "That’s my good boy... you can touch Mom’s slutty tits as a reward..."
I reached up and grabbed her other breast, feeling its weight.
It was soft and bouncy, impossible to let go.
The feel of her nipple in my palm was addictive.
"Tell Mom," her voice became sultry and seductive, "do you want to watch Mom fuck your senior brothers again? Want to see how they make Mom scream?"
I didn’t know how to answer, just let out a vague moan.
Mother misunderstood my silence, suddenly stroking me faster. "Or do you want to fuck Mom like your senior brothers do?" Her tone turned teasing as she pumped my cock.
I caught my breath. Mother grinned, lowering her other breast to my mouth. "Come on, baby, have a taste of this side too..."
I obediently took her nipple into my mouth, feeling the engorged bud tremble in my mouth. Her breast had a faint milky scent, and I couldn’t help but savor it with my tongue.
"Ah... yes... just like that..." Mother panted, her fingers still working my cock. "Mom’s nipples feel so good when you lick them..."
As I sucked her nipple, I remembered last night Mother writhing beneath the two senior brothers, her breasts kneaded and her nipples chewed red and swollen...
"Mom, I just want to be your precious son, not your boyfriend or husband."
I grinned, gently biting her nipple and looking up at her. Mother’s hand suddenly stopped, and she pretended to scold me, "Little pervert, pervert son."
She pulled her hand from my pants, sniffing her fingers. "How come it smells like your senior brothers?" She gave me a playful look. "You little pervert, did you fuck your wife first thing this morning? Aren’t you afraid she’ll think you’re dirty..."
I knew she was teasing, but I still blushed. Mother, seeing this, was even more pleased, running her finger over my chest. "What’s wrong? Did Mom hit the mark?"
"It’s just because you and the senior brothers last night..." I tried to explain, but she cut me off.
"What about last night?" Mother narrowed her eyes, smiling slyly. "Are you complaining about Mom?"
I shook my head quickly. "No..."
"So you admit Mom’s right?" She pinched my cheek. "Such a smooth talker do you sweet-talk your wife like this too?"
I could feel her breath on my skin, her breast pressed to my arm, the warmth making my mind wander.
"Tell me," her voice turned lazy, "is Lingxi’s little pussy still full of your senior brothers’ cum?"
My throat went dry as I remembered this morning. Lingxi’s pussy really was still leaking white fluid, and her shy look was so enticing...
"Mom, stop..." I said, embarrassed.
"What’s there to be shy about?" Mother’s hand slipped back into my pants. "Your senior brothers came so much in there. When you woke up, were you especially excited?"
She teased, tracing circles on my glans. "Pervert son, your wife’s slutty pussy full of other men’s cum, and you’re so eager to stir it up..."
I couldn’t help but correct her, "It’s not called stirring, it should be..."
"Ha!"
Mother burst out laughing. "So my precious son wants to teach Mom now? Then tell me, what should it be called?"
I looked at her, her expression sly. "Mom, it should be called cleaning the pot..."
"Puhahaha!" Mother laughed out loud. "Cleaning the pot, Lingxi the little slutty pot?"
She laughed for a while, then continued, "Cleaning the pot? Only you could come up with that." She poked my forehead. "Definitely a little pervert."
I blushed. "Mom!"
"Aww, shy now?" she teased, reaching for my crotch. "I see you’re very excited look, just talking about this and your little brother is rock hard again."
"It’s because you always talk about these... these..." I stammered.
I felt myself getting harder and harder as Mother wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking rhythmically.
She leaned close, her warm breath on my ear. "What if your senior brothers knew how much you like cleaning the pot what would they think?"
"Mom..." I moaned, nearly cumming from her touch, but she suddenly stopped. "Want Mom to tell you how your wife got fucked by your senior brothers last night? She called your name several times..."
"Mom..." I swallowed. "Tell me..."
"That depends on your performance." She winked, resuming her stroking. "First, tell Mom, do you like the feeling of cleaning the pot?"
I nodded, blushing. "Good boy." She smiled, satisfied. "Did you know, Mom’s pussy is still full of your senior brothers’ cum. Want to help Mom clean the pot too?"
My breathing grew heavier, each of Mother’s words stoking the fire inside me.
With the merging of memories, she was no longer the gentle, aloof sword immortal, nor the strong, independent single mother, but a seductive enchantress who knew exactly how to tease her son’s heart.
"Mom..." I hugged her. "I like you as you are now..."
"Hmm?" She raised an eyebrow. "Why? Because Mom is slutty and wild enough to satisfy your little pervert kinks?"
"No..." I whispered in her ear, "It’s because you’re the real you now. Whether it’s with me or the senior brothers, you don’t have to pretend anymore."
Mother paused, then smiled sweetly. "I knew my precious son understands me best."
As my mind wandered, Mother’s skilled hand brought me closer and closer to climax.
This was my fifth time since last night, but the first time Mother had given me a handjob. It was so exciting, I couldn’t help but spasm and release in her hand.
"Ah... Mom..." I moaned, feeling my cum spurt into her palm.
There wasn’t much this time, but the pleasure was just as intense.
Mother’s hand wrapped around my twitching cock until the last drop was squeezed out.
She slowly pulled her hand away, her long fingers coated with some white fluid. She brought her hand to her lips, gazing at me with sultry eyes, and began licking her fingers clean.
Watching her lewd display, my cock, just spent, started to rise again. She licked her fingers, watching my reaction, a satisfied smile on her lips.
"Little pervert..." Mother finally finished licking her fingers. "Just watching Mom makes you hard again."
She leaned in, gently biting my ear. "Baby, I called you here today because I’m about to enter the second level of the Beast Desire Technique."
Mother rarely talked to me about the details of the technique. "So... what do you need to do?"
She hugged my neck. "I need that green divine stone, to put it back in..."
I knew what she meant the jade phallus. After the last tournament, I’d stored it in my ring. I summoned it with a thought and handed it to Mother, but she didn’t take it. Instead, she stared at me, eyes full of anticipation. "Son, will you help Mom put it in?"
Looking at her pretty face, I swallowed. My cock, though a little sore from just cumming, started to rise again.
"Naughty boy," Mother giggled. "Already getting hard again?"
She slowly adjusted her position, one leg still on the bed, the other lifting all the way up to her head.
In this position, her pussy was completely exposed to me.
I could see its wet shine, the plump lips slightly parted, as if inviting.
Mother was ready, holding her leg. "Come on, help Mom put it in."
I gripped the jade phallus, feeling its coolness.
With Mother watching, I adjusted my position, moving closer. When I looked down at her most private place, my breath caught.
Her lips were a vivid deep red, swollen from last night’s use. The petals were thick and plump.
After so much fucking, her pussy couldn’t close completely, leaving an egg-sized opening.
Every slight movement squeezed out milky fluid the mark left by the two senior brothers last night.
As the jade phallus pressed against her entrance, I saw the red ring of flesh slowly swallow the jade shaft.
As it slid inside, a mix of juices was squeezed out, running down her thighs onto the bed.
"Ah... good boy..." Mother moaned in satisfaction. "It’s all in..."
Her lips tightened around the base of the jade, the ring of flesh contracting in excitement.
Through the thin skin, I could even see the shape of the jade inside.
"Mom’s pussy is so hungry..." she twisted her hips, stirring the jade inside. "Last night your senior brothers fucked me so good, I still can’t close up..."
With her movements, more white fluid was squeezed out, filling the air with a strong scent of lust.
Mother’s slutty pussy opened and closed, as if showing off how greedy it was last night.
"See, son?" She stroked her belly. "This is the mark your senior brothers’ big cocks left inside Mom..."
My throat was dry. Watching this erotic scene, I completely forgot any fatigue from just cumming.
With the jade inside, her pussy looked even more lewd, the stretched flesh a tempting deep red.
"Come..." she beckoned. "Come closer and look at Mom’s slutty pussy..."
I couldn’t help but lean in, inhaling the thick scent. Her private place exuded the aroma of sex, mixed with the scent of men’s cum and the coolness of the jade.
"Ah..." Her body suddenly trembled. I could feel her circulating her technique, the jade inside triggering some strange change.
Her pussy began to contract violently, squeezing out even more fluid and soaking the sheets.
After she finished, I couldn’t help but joke, "Looks like you can’t eat for a while..."
"Smack!"
Mother playfully slapped my arm. "Brat, still teasing Mom."
"Second level..." Mother suddenly lowered her voice, looking a little shy. "Now I can use there..."
"What?" I didn’t understand.
Mother didn’t answer directly. Instead, she blushed, pointing at her little pink backdoor next to the jade-filled pussy.
"There... at the second level, it becomes as sensitive as the pussy..." she explained softly.
My eyes were immediately drawn to the pink bud. It was tight and delicate, pulsing slightly from earlier action.
Her pussy, filled with the jade, was still leaking white fluid, already lubricating the untouched backdoor.
"Go slow..." Mother reminded me, looking both expectant and nervous.
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