In the room.
"Mmph!"
Momoko hummed despairingly from her throat.
The stirring in her mouth made her drool, which the boy sucked up without disgust.
He drank it like sweet spring water.
Plus, the hard object pounding deep in her flower core sent electric pleasure to her brain. Gradually, she felt the taste of love.
This taste is so good. Is sex this happy?
I understand my daughter now. No wonder she couldn't stop. Maybe not hypnosis, but pure pleasure.
Am I not flipping my eyes back too?
Her legs clamped around his waist unconsciously. Her hands roamed his back, enjoying the skinship greedily.
Cool... so cool... faster... fuck me... I want it... I like it...
Momoko forgot her daughter was watching. The intense pleasure urged her on. She kissed and fucked back crazily.
The rhythmic collision and pistoning changed her perception of the boy from negative to positive, then to addicted.
The process wasn't long. After just two internal ejaculations, she flipped over and rode him. She lifted her hips and slammed down, faster, harder, thirstier!
Supermarket me! Olive me! I'm your mistress! Play with me fully!
Ah~! Comfortable~! Fuck! Fuck! Faster!
Dying! Dying! Dying~!!!
Momoko clamped tight, squirting fountains with her climax. It was paradise. Only those who experienced it knew the bliss.
Sex... is amazing! More!
So Momoko didn't hesitate. She pinned the boy down for another round seamlessly.
Forgetting time, sinking into the sea of sex. Only hips moving and tongues stirring.
Resentment vanished. Only gladness remained. Without him, I wouldn't know such comfort existed.
Husband... I want to do it forever. Until the end of time. Supermarket me~.
However, that day wouldn't come. Three days later, she was too tired to lift her hips. She lay panting on the boy, enjoying his warmth, unwilling to leave.
During these three days, Li Yuan's group matches ended. He won all 9, qualifying first. His four girlfriends qualified too.
Luckily, his mother arranged all 9 matches in one day. Otherwise, he couldn't have enjoyed three days of uninterrupted pleasure.
A few days later, the 128-player elimination round would begin. Not many days left to play.
"Mrs. Momoko, comfortable? Still want to leave me?" Li Yuan caressed the jade body, asking wickedly.
"You know the answer. Who knew you were this good?" Momoko lowered her head in shame. She couldn't live without him.
"Do you still want to bear my child? Want Hilda to bear my child?" Li Yuan laughed.
"Mmph~... we both can. But can Hilda wait a bit? She has a life to live." Momoko pleaded.
"Mother-in-law's request is my command. I listen to you."
"Then... can you fuck me again? Mom wants to be fucked."
"Of course. Making Mom happy is Son-in-law's duty~."
Li Yuan flipped over and pressed onto the exhausted Momoko, kissing her for another round.
She enjoyed his grace greedily, fainting from pleasure.
...
When Momoko woke up, she wasn't in the original place. She was in an apartment.
Everywhere, she saw defiled wives. Mothers and daughters hugged, grinding gates, enjoying themselves.
She saw the girls who were cheated on with her daughter—Chloe, Iris, Rosa—entangled with their mothers passionately. It seemed many new mothers and daughters fell victim during her sleep.
Looking at herself, a figure was pressing on her. It was her daughter, Hilda.
Hilda kissed her lips and rubbed against her gate.
Mother and daughter were having sex, and it felt incredibly comfortable.
She knew this was Li Yuan's harem. They were just ordinary members now.
Since we're here, let's settle. Feeling the familiar throbbing inside (from Silver Crest), she hugged her daughter and engaged seriously.
So lewd, shameful, forbidden... so cool, exciting~.
Looking at Son-in-law, he was enjoying a woman whose eyes looked very similar to his.
That woman was excited, looking at Li Yuan with doting, greed, and love. She refused to separate for a moment, showing their crazy love.
Too crazy. Do they dare?
Speaking of which, when I was high with Son-in-law, I called myself Mom too.
Momoko is his mom (in-law). I remember clearly how exciting it was to call myself Mom while doing it. My heart almost exploded.
If a fake mom is this exciting, how stimulating is a real mom?
Momoko watched them play, hating that she wasn't the real one.
If I were real, I'd ride my precious son forever, letting others watch. Who could compete?
Envious. Now I'm the one watching.
My daughter isn't as tasty as someone else's son.
When is it my turn? I want to do it. I want to hug him and do it.