Amidst his growls, Wang Yueâs entire body trembled violently, which prompted him to increase the intensity of his movements even further.
In an instant, amidst the sounds of lewd and obscene activity, Wang Yueâs thick penis could no longer hold back; his ejaculation gates opened, and hot semen was sprayed out violently.
The thick fluid was poured deep into his auntâs uterus, in waves that seemed endless. It took more than twenty eruptions before he finally stopped.
Su Mengqing was experiencing an unprecedented climax, and the intense and continuous eruptions from her nephew left her so thrilled that she felt like she might pass out. She began to sob softly, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.
Wang Yue also felt a sense of exhaustion that was even stronger than after he had ejaculated in his sisterâs vagina that afternoon. His body weakened, and he collapsed onto his auntâs delicate frame.
It took more than ten seconds for Wang Yue to recover. Looking at Su Mengqing with tearful eyes, he smiled and asked, "Auntie, how was it? Did you like the surprise I gave you?"
"Of course! You even stopped twice in the middle, and I was almost dying of discomfort," Su Mengqing said in a teasing manner, though her words were contrary to her true feelings.
"But it was all worth it, wasnât it?" Wang Yue laughed. "Look at you â you actually cried because of me."
"Donât say that!" Su Mengqing said, her face turning red. Because of her sisterâs situation, she had forced herself to be strong and independent since she came of age.
She hadnât cried again since then, not even after suffering such a serious injury last time. But now, she had actually been made to cry by her own nephew â it was absolutely embarrassing!
Wang Yue said mischievously, "Alright, from now on Iâll be more gentle and wonât make you cry again."
"You little rascal, I just donât want you to say it, not that I donât want you to do it," Su Mengqing retorted. The reason she couldnât help but cry was because it felt so good â that sensation was like a drug, addictive.
"What do you want me to do?" Wang Yue asked, pretending not to understand.
"From now on, you have to make me cry every time. Otherwise, youâre not allowed to leave!" Su Mengqing demanded dominantly. "And you must not tell anyone about it."
"Youâre sisters after all; whatâs wrong with letting them know?" Wang Yue laughed. "If necessary, Iâll make them cry too, and then no one will be able to laugh at you."
"Hmph, what kind of âskillâ is it to bully us? If youâre that capable, go make your aunt cry too," Su Mengqing said.
She had originally wanted to influence Wang Yue subtly, but after saying that, she found the idea rather interesting.
Her older sister, Su Mengyun, was the most powerful person in Jinling â the de facto queen. It would be very amusing if her sister were also made to cry by her nephew.
Wang Yue pinched his auntâs nipple and laughed, "Why are you acting just like Shan Shan, taking pleasure in tricking your sister? If my aunt finds out, sheâll deal with you."
"If you can really make her cry, and if she knows itâs your doing, sheâll be grateful to me," Su Mengqing said confidently.
She was certain that no woman could resist such a thrilling sensation â not even her queenly sister.
After a moment of intimacy, Su Mengqing sent Wang Yue away.
Firstly, there were so many "sisters" waiting for him; she didnât want to monopolize him and become everyoneâs enemy.
Secondly, she was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she wouldnât be able to resist the urge again.
Although it was exhilarating to be unable to move after he had exhausted her, that would mean she wouldnât get any more of him in the following days â not a good deal.
Wang Yue did not disappoint his auntâs kindness. Except for Wang Xin, Wang Zhiting, and Wang Jingjing, who were either unable to move or hadnât yet been involved, he visited each of his auntâs daughtersâ rooms, completing the "challenge" in one go.
Moreover, now that he had experienced the greater pleasure of high-quality sex, he took his time to engage in foreplay with each of them before proceeding to ejaculation. He also deliberately held back their orgasm a couple of times before letting them reach it.
As a result, although each of them only had one encounter, the whole process took the entire night.
By the time he had ejaculated more than twenty times into Yan Mommyâs uterus and lay exhausted in her arms, it was already daylight outside.
The reason he waited until the end to have Yan Mommy was that she had already reached climax three times the previous day; therefore, she deserved some extra rest.
In fact, this ended up being another bonus for Yan Mommy.
Realizing that Wang Yue had completed the "challenge," Xue Yan said kindly, "Good boy, youâve worked hard all night. Rest well here with mom."
In reality, the exhaustion Wang Yue felt after ejaculation disappeared within a few breaths, and he was full of energy once again.
But he also really enjoyed the feeling of holding his beautiful woman in his arms and resting; especially the fact that his erect penis was wrapped around by Yan Mamaâs hot, sensual vagina.
Although he couldnât move it back and forth, the sensation of having his entire penis enclosed by her was a rare pleasure for him.
Therefore, he didnât refuse. Instead, he embraced Xue Yan from the side; she lifted one of her sexy legs and placed it around his waist, and the two of them stayed closely connected, closing their eyes.
At this time, Wang Yue wasnât tall enough, so Xue Yan couldnât feel much support from him, but she really enjoyed being held by him in that way. In particular, the feeling of having his penis completely fill her vagina brought her a profound sense of warmth and fulfillment.
Since her husband disappeared three years ago, and the chances of him returning became increasingly slim, Xue Yan thought she would never experience such happiness again in her life.
But now, she was feeling it once more from another man â and this man was actually her husbandâs own son.
Back in the past, she had given up her beloved acting career for Wang Yueâs father. Now, she suddenly felt that she might be willing to give up even his father for Wang Yue.
This feeling delighted Xue Yan, but it also scared her. After all, she had always comforted herself by thinking that "what existed between her and Wang Yue was merely physical comfort; the person she truly loved was always his father."
If, in addition to her body, she also fell in love with Wang Yue emotionally, wouldnât that make her a bad woman who betrayed her feelings?
Seeming to sense the unease in Yan Mamaâs heart, Wang Yue opened his eyes and asked, "Mom, whatâs wrong?"
Xue Yan sighed softly and asked, "Son, do you think Iâm a bad woman?"
"How could that be?" Wang Yue said seriously. "Mom, youâre one of the best women in the world."
"What makes you say that?" Xue Yan asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Youâre good in every way. You have a gentle and generous personality; youâre respectful to your mother-in-law, friendly to your peers, and loving to those younger than you. For the sake of love, you were willing to give up a stable relationship and your career..."
Wang Yue listed all of Xue Yanâs virtues, concluding, "In my opinion, not only are you not a bad woman, but youâre actually great."
Xue Yan was thrilled by the compliments from her beloved man, but she still sighed and said, "But in the end, I did betray that love."
"No, you didnât betray love. I believe that the person you truly loved was always my dad," Wang Yue said earnestly.
"Good son, Iâm glad you say that, but I canât lie to myself," Xue Yan sighed again. "Now, in my heart, youâre even more important than your dad."
"Thatâs only natural; Iâm your son," Wang Yue laughed.
"What connects us is family affection, which is even greater than love. Think about it â Sister Lan, Sister Ning, and Xiao Ru are also critical to you, arenât they? The only difference between them and me is that, in addition to family ties, we also have a physical connection."
Xue Yan thought about it, and it seemed true. Although Wang Yue was becoming increasingly important to her, she still viewed him as her son, not with the same affection she had felt when she was in love with her husband. However, the passion that arose from this family bond was even stronger and more intoxicating than the passion born of love.
Love usually arises under certain circumstances, from the outside in; itâs something that develops over time.
Family affection, on the other hand, comes from within; itâs deeply rooted in oneâs being from the very beginning. Itâs an innate emotion, and therefore its power to influence one is naturally greater.