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🕑 Added 2025-08-02 22:02:35 +0000 UTCRecord of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife (The World’s Number One Beautiful Mother Sword Immortal) Chapter 27
In my mind, I saw Mother being carried into the room by Senior Brother.
Suddenly, I felt a heat between my legs. It turned out Lingxi, at some point, had slipped from my embrace and was now lying between my thighs.
I looked down at Lingxi. Her jet-black hair draped over my thighs, the silky strands tickling my skin. Her red lips wrapped around my shaft, the moist, warm sensation sending shivers through my whole body. Her tongue circled skillfully around my tip, occasionally sucking hard and making slurping sounds. Perhaps sensing my gaze, she looked up at me with affectionate eyes, as if asking, “Husband, does it feel good?”
My fingers threaded through her hair, gently caressing. Encouraged, Lingxi served me even more diligently. Her head bobbed back and forth, my shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, her tongue massaging the length with every motion.
I could feel her skill no teeth, every movement perfectly attending to the most sensitive spots. Her cheeks would occasionally hollow from the suction, making her look especially lewd and wanton...
Watching Mother’s legs wrapped around Senior Brother’s waist as she was carried inside, at the same time Lingxi lifted herself and straddled me. Their actions were so similar, yet each had her own charm.
Lingxi slowly lowered herself, taking me fully inside. Her warm, tight passage enveloped me, her wetness running down where we joined.
She began to move her hips, rising and falling. Her breasts swayed in rhythm, the golden bells tinkling. Her expression was a bit dazed, a faint blush at the corners of her eyes.
I gripped her slender waist, thrusting upward to match her rhythm. Each deep stroke made her body tremble and drew sweet moans from her lips.
My thoughts drifted between reality and the visions in my mind. Lingxi before me and the image of Mother overlapped, bringing a double wave of pleasure. My breathing grew more rapid, my heart pounding like a drum.
Lingxi leaned down, pressing her soft breasts against my chest. Her long hair fell around us, weaving a net of desire. Her perky bottom moved up and down, as if trying to drain me completely.
“Husband...” she whispered in my ear, her breath hot, “do you like it?”
...
Mother’s petite figure sat on the edge of the bed, flanked by the tall forms of Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother. She looked like a delicate lamb caught between two lions.
The dainty, sexy qipao she wore had long been stripped off by the brothers, now bunched around her waist like a decorative belt. Her breasts had already been claimed by their big hands, kneading and squeezing without restraint. Her nipples, played with, quickly hardened into plump cherries.
Mother tilted her head to kiss Senior Brother deeply, their tongues chasing each other, saliva trailing down the corners of their mouths. Wet, lewd sounds came from their entwined tongues, and sometimes her pink tongue could be seen entwined with his. Her breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving with every gasp.
The brothers’ hands grew rougher, squeezing her soft breasts. Mother’s fingers, not to be outdone, stroked the tips of their shafts through their pants, her wrists twisting, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, until her hands were sticky with their precum... Sometimes there was a slurping sound.
“Mistress, do you remember the last time you taught us a technique? Did you do it on purpose for us to see?” Second Senior Brother asked.
Mother’s face turned bright red at his words. I remembered that day she wore a sheer long dress, nothing underneath, and had that green dildo inside her. When she did a standing split, her skirt slid down, exposing everything to her disciples.
Mother, who had been kissing Senior Brother, paused.
“You naughty boy...” she chided Second Senior Brother, but her eyes were full of temptation. “Why bring that up now?”
The brothers exchanged glances, full of anticipation.
“We want Mistress to wear this qipao and dance for us again.”
Mother bit her lip shyly at their words, then slowly stood and pulled the qipao back up over her waist.
“You two little devils...” she said, rolling her eyes at them, her voice clearly shy. “Do you really have to see it?”
Though she protested, Mother, like a woman deeply in love, was eager to satisfy her lovers’ every wish after being aroused.
The brothers exchanged another glance, their eyes burning with desire.
Mother took a deep breath and began to dance to the rhythm in her memory. Her arms moved gracefully like willow branches, her waist swaying. Every move perfectly showcased her mature, voluptuous figure. The short hem of the qipao fluttered, revealing glimpses of her jiggling bottom.
Her gaze grew hazy, her fingers tracing from her collarbone to her chest. Under the thin fabric, her white breasts swayed gently. Her fingers lingered on her nipples, rubbing the now-hard tips through the cloth.
“Mm...” she moaned softly, her body trembling from the stimulation.
Seeing her disciples admire her, Mother’s dance grew bolder. She wedged the fabric between her breasts, exposing them completely, and deliberately shook them for the brothers’ enjoyment, the tips perky and obviously aroused.
Seeing the brothers growing restless, she pushed her chest out and walked to the table. Turning her back to them, she placed one hand on the table and slowly bent over, swaying her hips. The short qipao could no longer cover her round buttocks, and her plump lips at the top of her thighs were barely concealed.
She held this pose, then turned to look at the brothers. Slowly, she lifted her right leg, the muscles taut and graceful like a swan. When her leg was fully raised, her cheeks parted, exposing her pussy and anus to her two disciples.
Her muscles trembled slightly from holding the position, making her whole lower body quiver. Her breathing quickened, her bare breasts hanging down and swaying, the combination of her beautiful face and twisted posture creating a perverse sense of lust...
“Ah... so embarrassing...” she whispered.
Her hand reached between her legs. I thought she would cover her pussy, but instead, she used two jade fingers to spread her wet lips wide open, revealing the pink folds inside, which quivered and pulsed as if breathing.
“So pretty...” Second Senior Brother said hoarsely.
Mother’s body responded to his words, more nectar flowing from her sex.
“That day... Mistress was just like this...”
If that time in the training ground was Mother deliberately seducing, now she was like a beast in heat, courting two strong males at once.
“You...” Mother’s breathing grew faster. “Did you want Mistress that day?”
Her eyes were sly, clearly recalling that scene, and now she was even more mature and alluring.
“Ah...” she gasped, a drop of love juice sliding down her thigh to her ankle.
“Mistress, will you pee again this time?” Second Senior Brother teased, staring at her sex.
Mother’s body trembled, her lips opening and closing, more nectar flowing out.
“You... you naughty boys...” she said, her voice trembling. “Asking Mistress such things...”
Her body shook harder, her breathing faster, her long legs stretched straight, toes curling from pleasure.
“Ah... it’s coming...” Mother’s hips twisted uncontrollably. “Again... again...”
Suddenly, a clear jet of liquid sprayed from her sex, her body shaking violently, her face showing pleasure and satisfaction.
Then a second, a third jet followed, soaking the floor in front of her.
“Oh my...” Mother slumped over the table, gasping, her eyes unfocused, her face still flushed with the shame of squirting...
...
The image of Mother squirting in my mind excited me, my shaft swelling inside Lingxi’s tight, warm pussy.
Sensing my change, Lingxi wrapped her arms around my neck, her cherry lips seeking mine. As soon as our lips met, she eagerly slipped her little tongue into my mouth, soft and sweet, swirling around mine. I couldn’t help but recall the earlier scene of Mother kissing Senior Brother, the two beautiful faces overlapping in my mind, pleasure sparking through me like electricity.
Lingxi’s pussy clenched and rippled, the soft walls gripping my shaft as if trying to fuse with it.
I could feel her body trembling in my arms, her warm breath falling on my neck.
“It’s coming... it’s coming...” she whispered in my ear.
“I’m going to cum too...”
I could no longer hold back. Grabbing Lingxi’s buttocks, I thrust up hard...
A gush of hot nectar drenched my glans, then ran down from where we joined, soaking my balls...
In that instant, the pleasure I’d held back finally burst free. I hugged Lingxi’s soft body tightly, releasing deep inside her warm tunnel.
Scalding semen pulsed into her womb, making Lingxi’s body shudder with satisfaction, her moans filled with bliss.
Her pussy squeezed rhythmically, as if trying to milk every drop from me.
We clung to each other, quietly savoring the afterglow of climax.
