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🕑 Added 2025-08-02 22:02:24 +0000 UTCRecord of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife (The World’s Number One Beautiful Mother Sword Immortal) Chapter 26
At the banquet, Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother continued to coax Old Hao into drinking.
Senior Brother, holding his wine cup and smiling, said, “Old Hao, on this joyous day, you must drink more!”
Second Senior Brother chimed in, “That’s right, you have to finish this cup!”
Old Hao had already drunk quite a bit and was bleary-eyed, but he still took the cup and downed it in one gulp.
Laughter and merriment filled the air as everyone continued eating and drinking. As night deepened, the guests gradually departed.
By this time, Old Hao was completely drunk and unconscious. I quickly helped my mother support Old Hao into her room.
Mother’s cheeks were flushed whether from the wine or something else, I couldn’t tell.
After settling Old Hao, I prepared to leave the room, but noticed the barely concealed desire in Mother’s eyes…
“Son, go take care of Lingxi for now,” Mother said.
I nodded and left the room.
Back in my own room, Lingxi was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me.
“Husband, how is Old Hao?” Lingxi asked, blushing.
I shook my head, “He drank too much and is already asleep.” Looking at her red face, I teased, “Why do you care so much about her?”
Her face was already crimson, as if blood would drip from her cheeks, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
“Husband… you…”
I smiled as I slowly approached, gently undoing her hair bun. Her black hair cascaded down, emitting a faint fragrance.
She raised her head slightly, her eyes filled with anticipation and desire…
I gently pulled her into my arms, feeling her heartbeat and the softness and heat of her body. I whispered in her ear, “Lingxi, from today on, you are my dearest love.”
She let out a soft moan, wrapping her arms around my waist, resting her head on my chest, too shy to look at me. I lifted her chin and kissed her lips, intoxicated by their softness.
Our kiss deepened, as if time itself had stopped.
I gently carried her to the bed. The red canopy fell, veiling the passionate scene.
Her eyes were hazy, and I caressed her face. Her full chest rose and fell violently, her long jade legs weakly parted, letting me move between them.
“Ah… husband… it feels so good…” She twisted her waist, moving with me, her thick petals clenching tightly around my shaft. My hands kneaded her round, perky buttocks, savoring the soft sensation at my fingertips.
Her honeyed cave was already a muddy mess, every thrust bringing forth a flood of nectar, soaking the brocade beneath us.
“Husband… harder…” She tilted her head back, eyes glazed, lips parted, tongue darting out to lick her lips.
I quickened my pace, each thrust striking her most sensitive bud. Her moans grew louder, tinged with tears: “Ugh… I can’t… husband… slower…”
I kissed her lips, my tongue entwining with hers, muffling her whimpers.
Suddenly, energy surged from my ring…
I knew Mother was starting as well. Images flashed in my mind: Mother, at some point, had changed clothes not her usual nightgown, but the sexy qipao she’d bought at “Tianxiang Embroidery” in the capital. I remembered then…
It was a tight gauze dress, similar to a qipao, the same blue-green as Zhao Lingxi’s usual Taoist robe.
“This one is even more daring the slit goes all the way up to the thigh, so when you walk, your buttocks peek out.”
“The collar is cut very low…”
“You have a good eye, young man!”
The shopkeeper praised, “That’s the essence of this dress. When a woman wears it and lowers her head, a man across from her can see most of her breasts.”
She paused, giving me a knowing look, showing me the side of the dress:
“If someone stands to the side, they can even see the two rosy nipples.” The side of the gauze qipao was only loosely stitched together with thin threads.
The shopkeeper smiled, “These are all carefully designed. When worn, not only will men see everything, but you’ll have to endure their burning stares. That feeling of wanting to escape but not being able to it drives people mad.”
…
Unexpectedly, Mother put on this qipao. Already aroused, she stood by the bed, biting her lip, looking at the snoring Old Hao.
She’d deliberately worn the sexy qipao from the capital, its tight fabric outlining her curvy figure, the two round mounds on her chest nearly bursting from the dress.
The slit revealed her long, plump legs. The side opening was just right one bend and her fair, full side breast was visible.
“That damned man… told you not to drink so much,” Mother muttered, a hint of resentment in her eyes.
She gently slapped Old Hao’s face with a crisp sound. Old Hao only mumbled and continued snoring.
Mother bit her lip, hesitated, then climbed onto the bed, straddling Old Hao. One hand on his chest, the other gently pulling open her qipao.
In the moonlight, her snowy skin glistened like pearls. She leaned down, her red lips close to Old Hao’s ear, whispering, “Old Hao… Wuhui… wake up…”
But all she got was louder snoring.
Mother’s face reddened, her eyes misty. She pressed her lips together, as if making up her mind, and slowly unzipped the side of her qipao.
Two plump, white breasts bounced free, glistening in the moonlight. The rosy tips were already erect, trembling with her breathing.
She reached under her skirt, slowly lifting the front. Her pink slit was exposed, the thick lips glistening with lewd moisture.
“Mm…” Mother moaned softly, biting her lip, writhing her hips so her juicy lips rubbed against Old Hao’s abdomen, quickly soaking his clothes with her nectar.
“Bastard…” Mother’s eyes flashed with stubbornness. She leaned down, her breasts flattening against Old Hao’s chest.
She ran her tongue along his ear and down his neck.
“Wake up… Wuhui…” she whispered, a little resentful. “If you don’t wake up, tonight I’ll…”
She blushed and didn’t finish.
Old Hao kept snoring, unaware of the mature, beautiful body burning with desire atop him.
Mother’s breathing quickened, her fingers unconsciously rubbing her muddy lips.
“Ah…” she moaned, barely audible. “Not enough… not enough…”
Finally, as if deciding, she got up and walked out of the room…
I could guess where Mother was going. That thought brought a rush of pleasure to my brain, and my arousal became uncontrollable.
I gripped Lingxi’s slender waist, thrusting rapidly, and finally released in a trembling climax.
Panting, Lingxi kissed my cheek, “Husband, it feels so good… it’s so hot inside.”
I knew I hadn’t fully satisfied her. We embraced, kissing each other.
The images in my mind continued: Mother walked toward the room of Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother, each step trembling with excitement and anticipation.
She wore the sexy qipao from the capital, its tight fabric outlining her perfect curves.
Her huge breasts quivered with each step, half-visible. The slit revealed a stretch of white thigh and part of her round buttocks.
Moonlight silvered her outline, giving her a holy and mysterious aura. Yet her sultry attire added a lewd touch to the sacredness.
Gulp a sound came from Senior Brother not far away. He leaned on the doorframe, staring at Mother.
Second Senior Brother appeared beside him, also staring intently.
Mother felt their predatory gazes, her cheeks blushing. She bit her lip, her eyes confused and longing.
“Mistress…” Senior Brother’s voice was hoarse.
“You look so beautiful tonight…” Second Senior Brother praised.
Mother raised her head, the moonlight softening her profile. Her lashes fluttered, her red lips parted: “Do you like it?”
She spun before them, her breasts swaying mesmerizingly. “Like… like…”
Both answered in unison, unable to imagine such a dress would ever be worn by Mother for them.
“Mistress, where did you find such an outfit?”
Mother smiled seductively, “Tianxiang Embroidery in the capital… I heard…”
She paused, glancing at their crotches, “Such dresses… are worn by prostitutes to please their clients…”
“Mistress…” Senior Brother’s voice was hoarse.
Second Senior Brother gulped, “Pro… prostitute…”
Mother bit her lip, full of shyness, “You’re so naughty…”
She walked up to them, lifted their chins with slender fingers, “Missed me, little ones?”
“Missed…” Senior Brother gulped, staring at her cleavage.
Mother noticed his gaze, deliberately thrust out her chest, making the qipao cling tighter: “Had enough?”
“No…” Senior Brother swallowed, “Never enough…”
Mother smiled in satisfaction, stroked his neck, and leapt up. Senior Brother caught her buttocks, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, “Then… do you want to taste Mistress again?”
Feeling his erection rubbing her butt, Mother said passionately,
“Why don’t you hurry inside…”
In my mind, I saw Mother carried into the room by Senior Brother. Suddenly, I felt a warmth below Lingxi, at some point, had slipped from my embrace and was now between my legs.
Her black hair fell across my thighs, the soft strands tickling my skin.
Her red lips wrapped around my shaft, the wet warmth making me shudder.
Her tongue circled my tip, occasionally sucking hard, making wet, slurping sounds.
Sensing my gaze, she looked up at me, eyes full of affection and pride, as if asking, “Husband, does it feel good?”
My fingers threaded through her hair, stroking gently. Encouraged, Lingxi worked even harder.
Her head bobbed, my shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, her tongue massaging the shaft.
Her technique was skillful, no teeth at all, every move hitting the most sensitive spots.
Her cheeks hollowed with each suck, looking especially lewd…
Watching Mother’s legs wrapped around Senior Brother’s waist as she was carried inside, Lingxi climbed onto me, straddling me. Their movements were so similar, yet each had her own charm.
Lingxi slowly lowered herself, taking me in completely. Her warm, tight passage wrapped around me, her nectar dripping down, soaking my scrotum.
She began to move her hips, rising and falling. Her breasts swayed, golden bells jingling.
Her face was a little dazed, a blush at the corners of her eyes.
I gripped her slender waist, thrusting in time with her. Each deep push made her tremble and moan sweetly.
My mind drifted between reality and the images in my head. Lingxi before me and Mother in my mind intertwined, bringing double pleasure.
I felt my breathing quicken, my heart pounding.
Lingxi leaned down, pressing her soft breasts to my chest.
Her long hair fell between us, weaving a web of desire.
Her perky buttocks moved rhythmically, as if trying to drain me dry.
“Husband…” she whispered in my ear, her breath hot, “do you like it?”
…
Mother’s petite figure sat on the bed, flanked by the burly Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother, like a lamb between two lions.
Her sexy qipao had already been stripped to her waist, now like a delicate corset. Her breasts were being kneaded and pinched by four hands, the nipples quickly hardening into plump cherries.
Mother turned to kiss Senior Brother deeply, their tongues dancing, saliva trailing from the corners of their mouths.
Her tongue made lewd, wet sounds, occasionally entwining with Senior Brother’s tongue.
Her breathing quickened, her breasts heaving.
The brothers’ hands squeezed harder, crushing her soft breasts.
Mother’s fingers weren’t idle either, stroking the tips of their shafts through their pants, twisting and teasing, making her hands sticky with pre-cum…
Sometimes, squelching sounds filled the air.
“Mistress, do you remember the last time you taught us a technique? Did you expose yourself on purpose?” Second Senior Brother asked.
Mother’s face flushed red. I remembered that day Mother wore a thin gauze skirt, nothing underneath, and had the green dildo inside her. When she did the vertical split, her skirt slid down, exposing everything to her disciples.
Pausing her kiss, Mother scolded, “You naughty child…” but her eyes were full of seduction. “Why bring up that day?”
The brothers exchanged glances, full of longing, “We want Mistress to dance in this qipao again.”
Mother bit her lip, a hint of shyness in her eyes. She slowly stood, pulled the qipao up to her waist, “You two little devils…” She rolled her beautiful eyes, her voice shy, “Do you really have to watch?”
Despite her words, she was like a woman lost in passion, eager to satisfy her lovers’ every wish.
The brothers exchanged glances again, desire burning in their eyes.
Mother took a deep breath and began to dance to the rhythm in her memory.
Her arms moved like willow branches, her waist swaying.
Each move perfectly displayed her mature, plump figure.
The short qipao skirt fluttered, revealing her jiggling buttocks.
Mother’s gaze grew hazy, her fingers sliding over her collarbone and chest.
Under the thin fabric, her breasts swayed gently.
Her fingers lingered on her nipples, rubbing the hard tips through the gauze, “Mm…” she moaned, her body trembling.
Seeing her disciples watching, Mother danced even more boldly. She wedged the fabric between her breasts, exposing them completely, shaking them lewdly for their enjoyment, the tips pointing up in excitement.
Seeing the brothers getting restless, she pushed them toward the table, then turned her back, one hand on the table, bending over and swaying her hips.
The short qipao couldn’t hide her round buttocks, and even the thick lips between her thighs were faintly visible.
Holding the pose, she turned to look at them, slowly raising her right leg, the muscles elegant as a swan.
As her leg lifted, her buttocks parted, exposing her honeyed cave and backdoor to their gaze.
Her muscles trembled, making her lower body quiver.
Her breathing quickened, her bare breasts hung down, swinging, her sideways glance twisted with lust.
“Ah… so embarrassing…” she whispered, reaching for her crotch. I thought she meant to cover herself, but instead, she used two fingers to spread her lips wide, exposing the pink folds inside, still twitching and moving like a little mouth breathing.
“So beautiful…” Second Senior Brother’s voice was hoarse.
Mother’s body reacted, more nectar flowing from her slit.
“That day… Mistress was just like this…”
If that day in the training ground she was teasing, now she was a beast in heat, courting two strong males.
“You…” Mother’s breathing quickened, “Did you want Mistress back then?”
Her eyes were sly, recalling that scene. Now, she was even more mature and alluring.
“Ah…” she suddenly moaned, a drop of nectar sliding down her thigh to her ankle.
“Mistress, will you pee again this time?” Second Senior Brother grinned, staring at her slit.
Mother trembled, her lips opening and closing, more nectar flowing.
“You… you naughty boys…” she stammered, “asking Mistress such things.”
Her body shook harder, her breathing ragged, her long legs straight and toes curled in pleasure.
“Ah… it’s coming…” Her waist twisted uncontrollably, “Again… again…”
Suddenly, a clear jet sprayed from her slit, her body shuddering, face filled with pleasure and satisfaction. A second and third spurt followed, soaking the floor.
“Oh my…” Mother slumped over the table, panting, her eyes unfocused, her face still flushed with shame after squirting…
…
The image of Mother squirting made my heart race, my shaft swelling inside Lingxi’s tight passage.
Sensing my change, Lingxi wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips seeking mine.
As soon as our lips touched, her tongue darted into my mouth, soft and sweet, swirling with mine.
I couldn’t help but recall Mother kissing Senior Brother, the two faces overlapping in my mind, pleasure coursing through me like electricity.
Lingxi’s cave clenched, her walls massaging my shaft, as if trying to fuse us together.
I felt her body tremble in my arms, her warm breath on my neck.
“It’s coming… it’s coming…” she whispered in my ear, “I’m about to cum…”
I could no longer hold back, gripping Lingxi’s buttocks and thrusting hard…
A rush of hot nectar bathed my glans, then dripped down, soaking my balls…
In that moment, the pent-up pleasure finally burst. I hugged Lingxi’s soft body tightly, releasing deep inside her.
Hot semen flooded her womb, making her tremble and moan in satisfaction.
Her cave rhythmically contracted, as if trying to milk me dry.
We embraced, savoring the lingering waves of climax.
