But whenever I think that she is Yang Yaxue’s mother, I find the whole thing utterly absurd.
Looking at her face filled with allure and maturity, and then looking further down, the snowy whiteness at her chest peeking out from beneath the neckline, along with that mysterious Holy Land now completely exposed before me, the sight fiercely stimulates me.
Unknowingly, the thing down there has swelled to its limit, trembling continuously.
I know doing this is wrong, that I’m betraying Yang Yaxue, but I’m already unable to resist, unable to control my own emotions.
Yang Yaxue’s mother seems to be in the same boat; her breathing gradually grows heavier, and her eyes become increasingly seductive and captivating.
Perhaps it is the particular nature of our relationship that gives her a kind of stimulation and pleasure she’s never felt before.
"Xiao Xu, what I’m doing, I’m doing entirely for the sake of Yaxue and you, so don’t overthink it."
"Also, I am your elder, and Yaxue’s mother. You absolutely mustn’t fantasize about doing that kind of thing with me, understand?"
Aunt Liu whispers, her voice trembling slightly, whether from nervousness or excitement.
"Ah? I can’t even fantasize?"
I can’t help but be taken aback.
"You... you could imagine me as Yaxue, no, that’s not right either."
"Anyway, you must not think wildly; you can think of anyone, just not the two of us."
Aunt Liu hesitates for a moment, then her hand starts moving again, gently stroking over my trousers.
Even so, the comfortable feeling makes me involuntarily let out a moan of comfort.
Listening to my voice, Aunt Liu clearly becomes even more bashful, but I distinctly feel that she is very excited at this moment.
Those eyes full of allure watch my lower half, curious with a tinge of shock.
"Xiao Xu, look how uncomfortable you must be in those trousers, let Auntie help you take them off."
Saying this, she doesn’t even wait for my response and directly grips and pulls down my trousers.
The next second, as the giant dragon springs free, Aunt Liu can’t help but gasp, covering her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers.
"My god, this is so unbelievable, what on earth do you eat to grow it that big?"
"With such a large thing, if Yaxue has to... how can she bear it?"
Saying this, she suddenly freezes, seemingly realizing that her words were inappropriate, a flush instantly spreading across her face as she stammers an explanation: "That... Xiao Xu, what I meant to say is, your thing is really too big, I... I didn’t mean anything else, don’t get any wrong ideas."
"By the way, doing this dry isn’t comfortable, do you have any lubricant or something? It’d feel better that way."
I didn’t say anything and just found her some lubricant.
She spreads some evenly on her palm, then grabs hold of my firmness again.
While moving slowly, she also sneaks glances at my reaction.
In her eyes, besides shock, there seems to be a hint of desire, watching my firmness unabashedly.
But from time to time, there is also a look of guilt as if she is thinking of her daughter.
Even if the purpose of her doing this is truly for her daughter, our positions still don’t allow us to do such a thing.
Her inner turmoil is strong, the expression on her face increasingly one of shame.
As for me, I couldn’t care less, just thoroughly enjoying the manipulation of her little hand.
While indulging myself, I can’t help but gaze at the tender whiteness swaying before her chest, truly feeling an impulse to reach in and play with it.
As her movements become faster and faster, waves of pleasure continuously wash over me, and soon I start to gasp heavily, struggling to hold on.
In the end, I couldn’t restrain the desire in my heart; I reach directly into her neckline, grab hold of that tender whiteness, and begin to knead it forcefully.
Really so big, so soft, so comfortable!
At first, Aunt Liu doesn’t react, her body trembles and she instinctively lets out a moan of bliss.