Incest spanning a millennium across Eurasia (12)

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Chapter Twelve Mother Sews a Purse for Me, I Secretly Insert My Penis into Her Fat Hole "
Oh, then drink more mare's milk wine. If I go to war tomorrow, I won't be able to drink such good wine anymore," Bernigan said as he drank. "
Yes, tomorrow I'll be back to military life again. Alas, my people have all gone west. When will I see my mother again?" He downed a large bowl of mare's milk wine in one gulp, then poured himself another and drank it all down. It seemed this young man was quite distressed.
Hearing Bernigan and Kurubechi's conversation, Wu Meilian began to feel nervous, but being a seasoned lover, she didn't stop her actions, just like Bernigan.
Perhaps Kurubechi was a little drunk, for he suddenly laughed and walked towards Bernigan with a bowl of mare's milk wine.
Bernigan panicked, but he couldn't get up now, because that would reveal his wet, large penis, so he could only remain still.
Kurubech swayed as he sat down beside Wu Meilian, glancing at Bernigan and then at Wu Meilian, before asking, "Brother Murong, why are you hugging our shaman priest?"
This startled Bernigan, who was clinging to Wu Meilian's buttocks, his penis still inside her, unsure what to say.
Just then, the experienced Wu Meilian stepped in. She turned to Kurubech and said, "It's like this, Kurubech, I haven't been feeling well lately, especially not able to sit on this damp, cold ground for long, so I had my guardian attendant Bernigan hug me." "
Oh, is that so? Doesn't everyone have a fur cushion? If you still find it too cold, you can have mine," Kurubech said, getting up to grab a fur cushion, but Wu Meilian grabbed him.
"Krubecchi, you don't understand. Although that fur comes from cattle and sheep, it's been dead for a long time and has long lost its vital qualities. Although it's thick enough for many people to sit on, it still doesn't have the warmth of a living person's body. That's why I had my guardian child hold me, and only when I sat on his lap did I feel warmth." "
Yes, yes, yes," Bernigan quickly echoed, "I am the guardian child of Lady Shaman, and it is my duty to protect her safety."
"Oh, right, right," Kurubecchi sat down again after hearing Wu Meilian's words and said to Bernigan, "You must be tired from holding Lady Shaman. Here, let me offer you a bowl!" He then drank it all in one gulp.
This time, he might have really gotten a bit drunk. Kurubecchi slammed the bowl on the low table and looked at Wu Meilian with a smile: "Lady Shaman, what are you sewing?"
"I'm sewing a blessing bag for a ritual," Wu Meilian said as she sewed. "
Oh, what's inside?" the drunken Kurubecchi asked.
"It's sacred, I can't tell you. If I do, the magic will disappear," Wu Meilian said earnestly.
Being older, the audacious mature woman Wu Meilian, right in front of Kurubecchi, began slowly moving her large buttocks up and down on Bernigan's large penis. "
Oh, I see. You've really worked hard for our people," Kurubecchi said, scratching his head. "
No, no, it's all for the common people," Wu Meilian said, pretending to be calm as she continued sewing the purse, her body still slightly moving up and down on Bernigan.
Bernigan was greatly stimulated by this adventurous behavior. Making love next to Kurubecchi was incredibly exciting; suddenly, his penis became as hard as a steel rod, resolutely thrusting against the woman's large buttocks.
Thus, he risked having sex with Wu Meilian while calmly conversing with the drunken Kurubecchi, while Wu Meilian, receiving the young man's advances, diligently sewed the purse.
Kurubech seemed oblivious to the subtle movements of the old man and the young man, chatting casually with Bernigan, completely unaware that this unlikely pair was shamelessly engaging in lewd acts.
With each rhythmic, small-amplitude, quiet act of intercourse with Wu Meilian, Bernigan's pleasure intensified in waves. During this time, Kurubechan drank a considerable amount of mare's milk wine, and his mind became somewhat clouded. Wu Meilian, watching this, gradually became aroused by her son's ministrations, feeling her own desires rising. She slowly increased the frequency and range of her thrusts on Bernigan's large penis.
This suited the young man perfectly, as the slow, small-amplitude thrusts were no longer enough to satisfy his engorged penis. He raised his hands, which were holding Wu Meilian's buttocks, higher and slowly arched his back, beginning to thrust harder.
If someone listened carefully, they could already hear faint slapping sounds, but Kurubech, his belly full of mare's milk wine, was already dizzy and oblivious to everything. He actually started babbling incoherently, repeating these incomprehensible words while embracing Bernigan. Bernigan,
with his neck wrapped around his arm, kept responding to him, but the waves of pleasure made him unable to stop what he was doing. He simply reached his hands inside Wu Meilian's cloak and grabbed the mature woman's buttocks, slamming them down. He completely ignored Kurubech, who was right in front of him.
Wu Meilian kept sitting on the young man behind her with her large buttocks, yet her needlework remained intact. She was truly a hardworking, capable, and experienced mother who loved her son dearly.
Bernigan became more and more enthusiastic, no longer caring about Kurubech, who was talking to himself. He pushed Kurubech away, slowly reached his hands inside Wu Meilian's blouse, unbuttoned it, revealing a pair of large, plump breasts, and boldly began to knead them.
The campfire had almost died down and wasn't as bright as before, making it dim for those sitting around. The feast was nearing its end, and everyone was either tired or drunk. So no one noticed that in a dim corner, a young boy was shamefully engaging in sexual intercourse, fondling the large breasts of a tall woman.
Wu Meilian's breasts were being frantically rubbed by her son, and her lower body was enduring his powerful thrusts. Slowly, she reached orgasm, but she was still sewing her purse, so no matter how much Bernie Gan thrust, she didn't stop.
At this moment, Kurubechi leaned against the low table, rambling drunkenly to Bernie Gan. But then, the boy felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure that he could no longer bear. In a trembling voice, he crawled to Wu Meilian's ear and said, "Mother, please kneel down."
The beautiful woman was obedient. She glanced at Kurubech and, taking advantage of his inattention, quickly knelt down, her large, pear-shaped buttocks sticking out. Meanwhile, Bernie's penis remained inside her vagina, comically rising with her and tightly embracing her massive buttocks, half-squatting behind her. This position, as everyone knows, is the beautiful woman preparing to receive the young man's thrusts from behind.
Bernie, without hesitation, crouched down, embracing Wu Meilian's fleshy, fair waist, her firm buttocks bare, and suddenly began thrusting wildly into the woman's large buttocks from behind, producing crisp, slapping sounds.
Because of the backlighting, Wu Meilian and Bernie's naked lower bodies were in shadow, not easily visible unless one looked closely. Their posture and movements were somewhat strange, but no one noticed.
Meanwhile, Kurubech was already fast asleep on the low table, completely unaware that the two shameless old and young men beside him were having sex, and doing so with great enthusiasm and pleasure.
Anyone who is sober would be stunned by what they see.
The tall, beautiful woman, Wu Meilian, wore felt boots—what we would call kneeling boots today—completely naked from the waist down. Her cloak was pushed up to her waist, and she knelt before Berniegan, her large buttocks protruding. She held a purse in one hand and a needle and thread in the other, doing needlework while swaying her body back and forth. Her large breasts bounced rhythmically. A young man was crouching behind her, holding her fleshy, white waist and thrusting forcefully into her large buttocks from behind. Because of the woman's height and long legs, our young soldier, Berniegan, had to crouch and half-squat to fight. From behind, beneath her firm buttocks, a large, steel-like penis resolutely moved in and out between her constantly changing labia, accompanied by copious amounts of vaginal fluid and foam, making gurgling, lewd sounds. Her dangling testicles playfully swung, slapping against the woman's fleshy labia with cute, slapping sounds.
Bernie Gan, holding Wu Meilian, became increasingly vigorous in his thrusts, his movements growing more forceful. Wu Meilian's swaying became more pronounced, and the sounds of their mating grew louder. Finally, Wu Meilian's purse was almost finished. Completely disregarding her swaying, enormous breasts, she skillfully tied a knot at the end of the last thread, held the needle in one hand, and with the other, put the purse to her mouth, snapping the thread in her teeth. She then stuck the needle into her hair. Throughout this, her plump, white breasts continued to move in tandem with her son's thrusts.
The beautiful woman then skillfully threaded the purse. By this time, Bernie Gan's movements were already very vigorous; she could feel her son about to ejaculate, and she herself was nearing orgasm, her vagina overflowing with desire. Swaying unsteadily on her knees, she turned and placed the purse around Bernie Gan's neck.
Bernie was overjoyed to see the exquisite purse containing his mother's pubic hair. Hugging his mother and thrusting into her massive buttocks, he whispered tremblingly to Wu Meilian, "Thank you, Mother, for such a beautiful purse!"
Wu Meilian, also somewhat intoxicated by passion, trembled and said, "No need to thank me, it's nothing. As long as you love me well, I'll give you a son!" "
Really?" Bernie asked, his face flushed. "Mother, do you really want to give me a son?"
"Yes, Mother wants to give my precious son a son!" Wu Meilian's fair face was already flushed. "
That's wonderful! Mother! I love you! Oh! I'm going to fuck you to death! I love you to death! I want you to give me a bunch of sons! Oh! Mother, my fleshy mother! My beautiful fleshy mother!" As he spoke, with the approach of climax, the boy entered the final ejaculation stage. He felt an unstoppable torrent surging from his lower abdomen to his penis!
Wu Meilian was also stimulated to orgasm by Bernie's words. Her whole body was numb with pleasure, and she no longer cared whether the people around them could see them. Her hands were on the low table, her huge breasts hanging down and shaking violently. Her huge buttocks were being slapped loudly by the boy behind her. She turned around and looked at her strong son with a foxy and lewd look, trembling as she said: "Aww, aww, come on, my good son, shoot it all in, aww, shoot it all in your beautiful flesh mother! Let me have a son for you!"
As if receiving a royal decree, the boy's thrusting speed suddenly increased more than tenfold! He squeezed his mother's huge breasts with one hand and held Wu Meilian's head with the other. The two kissed passionately, their wet tongues shamelessly intertwined. The old man and the young man desperately sucked on each other's tongues, ate each other's saliva, and kissed intensely. Their lower bodies were equally engaged, fitting together perfectly. The boy's hard penis thrust wildly and rapidly into the woman's wet, overflowing labia, his testicles barely visible due to the rapid movement.
Then, Berni shouted, "Mother, I'm here!" The teenage boy, his mind blank, his tongue entwined with Wu Meilian's, unreservedly sending his millions of offspring into the warm womb of the forty-something-year-old woman. The boy thrust his firm buttocks towards his mother's large buttocks, forcefully ejaculating, determined to deliver the last drop of sperm into his beautiful mother's body.
At this moment, Kurubechi was awakened by Berni's shout. He groggily looked around and saw a white mass being held and thrust forward by a tan-colored object. Undoubtedly, what he saw were Wu Meilian and Bernie's buttocks, but in his delirious state, he couldn't identify what they were. He only mumbled incoherently, "No pants...no pants..."
Having finished mating, Wu Meilian and Bernie had no time for further intimacy. They quickly tidied their clothes; the woman wrapped her papaya breasts in her clothes and buttoned them up, covering her troublesome white buttocks with her cloak. The boy quickly pulled up his pants and fastened his belt. They only heard Kurubechi
lying on the ground, eyes closed, muttering in his sleep that he wasn't wearing pants. The loving old man and young man smiled at each other. Bernie looked at the mature face before him, with its flowing black hair, fair skin, and rosy cheeks, this tall, sexy, plump body, this mother who was about to bear a son for his son. Suddenly, he found this woman in her forties incredibly adorable, and a surge of tenderness welled up within him. He secretly resolved to take care of her for the rest of his life! Seeing that no one was paying attention, he buried his face in the beautiful woman's arms, embracing her plump, fair waist, their wet tongues entwining once more…
The next day, Bernigan, Wu Meilian, and Kurubechi, along with a dozen or so others who had joined the conscription, reluctantly left the Oghuz tribe's village. The elderly, children, and women saw them off for miles, tears streaming down their faces. Only a few Turks rode ahead, shouting and gesturing arrogantly. The journey to conquer the Sui was arduous, and the return date was uncertain. Therefore, Bernigan, following Wu Meilian's advice, entrusted his valuables to the tribal elders for safekeeping, taking only what he needed for clothing and supplies, and of course, weapons for battle—spears, bows, and so on—for the journey. The grasslands produced horses, and the Oghuz tribe generally had one horse per person, so each tribesman was essentially a cavalryman. Only Bernigan and Wu Meilian were exceptions. At Wu Meilian's request, they rode together on a strong steed. Since Wu Meilian considered herself a shaman, she naturally deserved the best treatment, and Bernigan was her attendant, so no one objected to their companionship. Although Wu Meilian was half a head taller than Bernigan on horseback, Bernigan insisted that he hold the reins so he could hold his tall, fair-skinned mature woman at all times. Wu Meilian, however, went too far, deliberately leaning against the young man behind her, rubbing her large buttocks against his penis. The two of them thus tacitly teased each other. The Turks led them eastward to the Khan's tent to join the main force.
Over the next few days, the Turks, along with Bernigan and his group, gradually joined several other groups of Turks. These groups, along with their conscripted tribesmen, headed towards the Khan's tent. In the blink of an eye, the army had grown to several hundred men, with more and more joining them. At this moment, a Turkic man with two braids commanded the entire army. He had a ferocious face, was shirtless except for a breastplate, was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, and his skin was dark. He carried a curved sword at his waist and a heavy iron hammer, estimated to weigh nearly eighty pounds. A throwing spear hung from his horse. Judging from his appearance, he was likely a fierce general. Even the arrogant underling who had once been so disrespectful to Bernigan and his men couldn't speak to him, indicating that this commander
held a high position, at least a centurion. That day, the army, now nearly a thousand strong, was marching when suddenly a loud shout came from the front. A Turkic soldier rode up from the front, shouting: "Halt! Halt!" Bernigan had reached his hand inside Wu Meilian's cloak to touch her plump vulva, then quickly pulled his hand out, not forgetting to suck on his fingers.
The man with the braided hair rode his horse to a higher position and shouted to his troops: "The eagle from the Khan's tent just brought news that our Heavenly Khan, Jieli Khan, has led a million (a bluff, probably several hundred thousand) eagles of the grasslands towards the Yin Mountains, crossing the Daqing Mountains to strike those shameful Sui people! The Khan has ordered our troops in the west that haven't yet joined up to turn around and head south, crossing the Langshan Mountains of the Yin Mountains to enter Sui territory and strike them from behind. Therefore, I now order all troops to speed up, turn around, and head south!"
The messengers rushed forward and backward: turn around and head south! Young Bernie frowned, turned his horse to the right, and slowly rode forward, carrying his beloved Wu Meilian. The army of over a thousand men marched south again, towards the direction of the Great Sui Kingdom. Wu Meilian looked ahead, her delicate brows furrowing. That direction was her long-lost homeland. She couldn't believe she was returning, but in such an aggressive way. Looking back at the boy clinging to her waist, she thought, "Weren't we supposed to be wandering the world? Why are we fighting again? When will I ever be able to live a peaceful life?" A sigh rose in Wu Meilian's heart.
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