[Martial Arts Fantasy] Laughing and Embracing Beauties of the Three Realms (Complete) - 15

Chapter 51: The Embroiderer's Heart Returns

Home. The embroiderer, still reeling from the pleasure, subconsciously answered, "Happy." Youcao smiled, glancing at the screen. She said to her mother, "Mother, there's even more happiness to come." The embroiderer, not understanding the true meaning behind Youcao's words, blushed and said, "Daughter, where did you learn all this? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have done that to you the first time. Now you've become like this." "Mother, what are you thinking? I just understand your suffering. At your age, without anyone to rely on, without a man to nourish you, a woman suffers so much," Youcao said to the embroiderer.

"Daughter, how do you know these things?" The embroiderer found it strange that a young girl would know such things.

"I only found out about this in a book yesterday, that's how I learned how much Mother has suffered all these years. Besides, it feels so good to be with Mother, Mother. The book says that the feeling of being with a man is the most wonderful, is that true, Mother?" Youcao actually asked the embroiderer such a question, and Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but praise Youcao in his heart.

"You brat, how can you say such things? If others hear you, they'll call you a slut and a whore." The embroiderer's mind wasn't as open as Youcao's. "

Mother, it's just the two of us here, who can hear us? Please tell your daughter." Youcao kept pulling on the embroiderer's arm and shaking it, coaxing her.

The embroiderer saw that she had no choice but to answer, and blushed as she said, "The feeling of being with a man is very special, it's more enjoyable than being with us women." After saying that, she was too shy to raise her head.

Youcao knew that feeling all too well. Hearing her mother's words, she suddenly felt a ticklish sensation, unsure if it was a tingling in her heart or an itch in that intimate area. She wanted to get things over with quickly so her husband could properly love her and her mother.

Youcao gently lifted her mother's head and kissed her again, her hands caressing her body as she kissed. Xiu Niang, already aroused, was now completely absorbed in the moment, stimulated by her daughter.

Xiu Niang, who had always been the dominant one with her daughter, was now even more aroused by her daughter's actions. She immediately rolled over and pinned her daughter beneath her, pulling off all her clothes and kissing her from top to bottom. When she reached between her legs, Xiu Niang suddenly noticed that her daughter's private parts were red and swollen, clearly indicating she had lost her virginity. Startled, Xiu Niang immediately stood up.

"Cao'er, who is it?" Xiu Niang asked unhappily. Her mind was in complete turmoil; otherwise, she would have immediately thought of Zhang Xiaoyu, the only man on the island.

"What are you talking about, Mother?" Youcao didn't know why her mother had suddenly stopped and was asking such strange questions.

"I'm asking you what happened, who did this, tell Mother." Xiu Niang pointed to her daughter's private parts.

Youcao looked in the direction her mother was pointing and realized she had forgotten about it. Sigh, it seems she'll have to force herself on her husband. "Mother, it was the book that told me about those things earlier that made it." Youcao chuckled.

"What?" Xiu Niang was stunned by Youcao's words. That book? Could it be made with a book?

"It was Young Master Zhang Xiaoyu." Youcao stopped teasing her mother and told her the truth. Anyway, her mother would see it herself soon.

Hearing her daughter say this, Xiu Niang's heart ached. It was that person, the one who had unknowingly stolen her heart.

"Where is that person? Did he say he wanted to take you as a concubine?" Xiu Niang asked hurriedly, knowing that her daughter could never be her wife.

"No," Youcao said.

"What?! Daughter, how could you be so foolish? I thought he was a good man, but I never expected him to be a womanizer! Mother will go find him right now!" Xiu Niang was furious.

"Mother, don't be so impulsive! Although my husband didn't agree to take me as a concubine, he agreed to marry me!" You Cao finished speaking.

"What? You said Young Master Zhang wants to marry you?" Xiu Niang couldn't believe her ears.

"Of course! My husband said he would marry any woman he loves, there's no distinction between wives and concubines. And, not only is he marrying me, he's also marrying someone else here!" You Cao winked at her mother.

"Who? Could it be Miss?" Xiu Niang would never have imagined that person was her.

"It's you, Mother! Husband, come out! My sister can't handle this alone!" You Cao shouted towards the screen.

Xiu Niang followed her daughter's gaze to the screen, and a man suddenly walked out from behind it. It was Zhang Xiao Yu! Good heavens, he was completely naked, without a single piece of clothing.

Zhang Xiaoyu noticed that the embroiderer's gaze kept glancing down at his crotch. He realized that watching the mother and daughter's intimacy had aroused him, causing his erection. The embroiderer, being so close, must have seen everything clearly; no wonder she was blushing.

Thinking this, Zhang Xiaoyu's erection grew even stronger.

Although the embroiderer was Youcao's mother, and strictly speaking, his mother-in-law, she was still a woman. Gan Baobao and Zhong Ling could share a husband, so why couldn't the embroiderer and Youcao? She was in the prime of her life, and to live a life of forced widowhood would be the greatest sin.

Someone like the embroiderer, with her experience, probably wouldn't care too much about titles or status. For them, genuine affection and a comfortable life might be enough. Of course, things shouldn't be too embarrassing; after all, everyone lives in a society, and gossip can shatter a family and drive a person to despair.

Looking at the embroiderer's expression, Zhang Xiaoyu knew she was already moved. Regardless of whether it was towards him, she craved a man's comfort—a normal, mature woman's need.

Since that was the case, how could Zhang Xiaoyu miss such a beauty? For him, the real difficulty was getting the embroiderer to accept marrying him alongside his daughter. This required his and Youcao's cooperation.

Looking at the blushing, bewildered embroiderer opposite him, Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Sister, actually, I like you too, which is why I asked Cao'er to help me. Cao'er knows it's not easy, and knows you need a man, but what man can compare to me? Sister, let me take care of you and your daughter, okay?" "Mom, think about yourself too. You're only forty. They say women at forty are like wolves and tigers. Father died so young, you also have physical needs. The two of us women can't satisfy those needs. Your husband loves you too," Youcao chimed in.

"He likes me? But didn't he ever think that I'm your mother, his mother-in-law? Didn't he ever think about my feelings?" Xiu Niang didn't interrogate her harshly, but simply confided.

"What does this matter? As long as you're happy, we're not afraid of any of this. Once we leave here, who will know about our relationship? I'm destined for great things. When I have power and influence, even if they know about our relationship, so what? Who will gossip? They'll only say that Cao'er is filial to you, that you love Cao'er." "No, no," Xiu Niang finally said, but Zhang Xiaoyu clearly sensed her wavering. He took a step forward and pulled Xiu Niang into his arms.

Xiu Niang panicked and said, "I... I'm Cao'er's mother, your mother-in-law??... How can this be? It can't be." Xiu Niang was held by Zhang Xiaoyu like this, and she was extremely flustered. The room was filled with an atmosphere that made her heart pound. She was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

Zhang Xiaoyu pounced on her, and she felt as if she were being judged, as if she had made an irreversible mistake… But the embroiderer's heart didn't reject him; on the contrary, there was a hint of desire. Why… why was this happening? The man pounced on her was, after all, her son-in-law. Had she really become a wanton woman? The embroiderer lost herself the moment Zhang Xiaoyu lunged at her.

"Mom, I want you, I want you now:" Zhang Xiaoyu became somewhat frantic, and even the strongest tone couldn't express the desire in his heart. Finally, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't wait any longer, and his movements became somewhat rough.

The embroiderer, drenched in a cold sweat, was embraced from behind by Zhang Xiaoyu. His hands were placed on her full, firm, and plump breasts, naturally kneading them a few times. The embroiderer, her breasts assaulted, couldn't help but moan softly, her body tingling and weak as she nestled in his arms, feeling his increasingly tight embrace, clearly smelling the strong masculine scent emanating from him.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt the embroiderer's ample, firm breasts, not only full and round but also incredibly elastic, soft like sponges. His lips lightly traced and rubbed her fair, soft earlobes, while his skilled and unrestrained hands caressed and kneaded her soft belly. His enormous member immediately pressed against her plump, upturned buttocks, rubbing against her cleft through her long skirt.

One hand slid down the embroiderer's smooth, fleshy waist to her round, tender buttocks, kneading the smooth flesh through the thin skirt. The other hand slid from her beautifully shaped jawline across her cool neck, climbing up to her large, firm breasts, large and soft, full of elasticity, changing into various alluring shapes under his kneading. His mouth licked her fair neck, and the embroiderer tilted her flushed face up, letting out seductive moans in his ear. A sweet scent wafted onto his face, and Zhang Xiaoyu's hands, which had been kneading her breasts, moved downwards, passing over the smooth, tender skin of her lower abdomen to reach the opening of her long dress.

The embroiderer, powerless to resist, was passionately kissed by Zhang Xiaoyu, his large tongue probing inside her. She responded with a mixture of resistance and invitation, her tongue darting out to kiss and entwine. She felt his large hands caressing and kneading her entire body; her full, round breasts swelled in his hands, her bright red nipples quickly becoming engorged and erect. His large hands kneaded her two round, full buttocks, and she felt his strength almost pressing against her body through her skirt. The embroiderer gasped uncontrollably, moaning, "Young master...no...don't...don't..." Zhang Xiaoyu's hands tightly gripped her soft, flat abdomen, kissing and nibbling at her earlobe, whispering, "Why not?" The embroiderer's soft, sensitive earlobe, kissed and nibbled by his tongue, immediately sent a tingling sensation throughout her body, down to her lower body. She tried to shake her head to escape his assault on her earlobe, but she had already turned her head, her lips meeting his again, passionately entwining and sucking. She felt him... Her kissing skills were adept; she felt his lustful hands caressing and kneading her full breasts, feeling him pressing between her beautiful buttocks, feeling her two nipples already engorged and erect, feeling the friction intensify with her body's twisting, the friction making her heart flutter, her passion surge, her desire overflow. "No...no...I'm your mother-in-law." Zhang Xiaoyu felt the plump softness of the embroiderer's buttocks, his lips nibbling at her earlobe, his lustful hands slipping under her long skirt from her lower abdomen, caressing her full thighs and private parts, his large hands pressing down, the embroiderer's delicate body trembled violently, immediately feeling his fingers kneading her curves, the embroiderer tightly grabbing Zhang Xiaoyu's large hands, "No, no! Good mother-in-law, you're already soaking wet!" "No, let me go! Ah..." Zhang Xiaoyu embraced the embroiderer completely, turning to face her, "What's wrong with that?" After saying that, he hugged the embroiderer's snow-white neck and kissed her passionately. The embroiderer had never received such a kiss before! Dizzy and aroused, Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his tongue into her cherry-like mouth, which was emitting soft moans, and stirred it inside. The embroiderer opened her mouth wide, allowing him to penetrate deeper. The embroiderer

felt increasingly stimulated and returned his tongue, moving it up and down and side to side in sync with his. After what seemed like an eternity, their lips were numb, and they finally pulled their heads away slightly. Zhang Xiaoyu, seizing the opportunity, pulled off her crimson bodice. The embroiderer's high, firm breasts trembled, revealing a deep cleavage.

Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her full breasts, stimulating her to writhe and moan. He caressed her long, beautiful legs, rubbing his face against her smooth, delicate feet, and licking their soft skin with his tongue. The embroiderer's smooth little feet trembled in his hands. Zhang Xiaoyu licked and sucked between the embroiderer's toes with the tip of his tongue. The embroiderer's lovely toes straightened up. He bit the embroiderer's delicate little feet and licked them. The embroiderer's toes moved in his mouth, her tongue flicking. The smooth and beautiful instep, the tiny toes teasing in his mouth.

"You...how...can you...do this?" Zhang Xiaoyu kissed the instep of her foot and gently pinched her toes. He licked from the sole of her foot to her heel, holding her toes in his mouth and gently biting them with his teeth. The embroiderer's toes kept moving in his mouth. He left her delicate jade feet and kissed her soft calves and then her smooth thighs. He kissed his way up her long and slender legs, until he reached her round, white buttocks tightly covered by her underpants. His hand slipped inside her thighs and rubbed her thick petals through the underpants.

The embroiderer moaned, "No...um...I am...ah...mother-in-law...moaning softly." She thrust her round, white buttocks forward in response to the movement of his fingers. Zhang Xiaoyu slowly brought his head closer to her soft thighs, kissing and licking the smooth skin on her inner thighs.

The embroiderer's breathing quickened. The swollen petals between her legs, covered by her underpants, resembled ripe peaches. Zhang Xiaoyu removed the underpants, revealing pink petals and a smooth, black forest covering the opening of the petals, subtly concealing the high, rounded petals. Zhang Xiaoyu kissed the tender flesh on the petals, his nose pressing against the slippery bud. The embroiderer moaned, pressing his head down with her hands and squeezing her long, beautiful legs together. Zhang Xiaoyu removed her long skirt, revealing the deep crevice beneath her petals, her soft, white thighs, and her plump, round buttocks, the petals in the middle already soaked.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat up, gazing at her naked body lying prone. Her delicate form was as translucent as jade, her skin smooth and supple, seemingly boneless. Her dark eyes were clear as autumn water, her cherry lips were red and alluring, her breasts were full and round, her waist slender, her abdomen soft and smooth as satin, her legs long and shapely, and her soft, flowing hair framed her beautiful and charming face. Her almond-shaped eyes were half-open, half-closed, filled with seductive allure. He climbed on top of her, embracing her alluring body and kissing her passionately. His hands teased the petals between her legs, the entrance flowing with love juice, making the nearby pubic hair wet. His hands caressed her smooth, white, and curvaceous body. The embroiderer let out seductive breaths, her cheeks flushed, her half-open, seductive eyes burning with desire, and she couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hands were trapped between her thighs, unable to move forward or backward. He forcefully pulled her thighs apart, then pressed his knee between them, his fingers gently probing and kneading her buds. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes were languid, and her whole body trembled. Slippery nectar oozed from her wet petals. He then lifted her round buttocks, pulled her pink legs to the edge of the bed, and knelt between her thighs. Her petals were high and protruding, covered with soft, slender pubic hair, the delicate pink petals tightly closed.

Zhang Xiaoyu leaned down and kissed her red lips, his hands caressing her full, round breasts. One hand couldn't hold them all. He lowered his head and sucked on her pink nipples, licking her areolas. She moaned softly, "Ah...ah...it's itchy!" Zhang Xiaoyu laid her sexy body flat on the bed, his lips kissing her smooth thighs. The embroiderer trembled slightly. He extended his tongue, slipping it under her alluring petals, gently kissing the soft petals, and then used his fingers to part the soft petals to reveal her flower chamber.

Zhang Xiaoyu forcefully pushed his tongue towards the tightly closed, smooth opening, licking the tender skin. His lips moved to the top of the cleft, finding the lovely bud, playfully touching it with the tip of his nose, and then opening his mouth to suck and nibble. His fingers inserted into the moist petals, feeling the burning temperature within her body, and when he withdrew his fingers, he saw sticky love fluid clinging to them. The bright red petals flipped in and out with the movement of his fingers, and his teeth gently nibbled at the erect, rosy bud.

The embroiderer felt Zhang Xiaoyu kissing, licking, and sucking her peach-like flesh. Waves of incomparably pleasurable pleasure surged through her limbs. Her fair face, as white as snow, flushed crimson, exuding a seductive charm and brimming with spring-like allure. Her beautiful eyes narrowed, her red lips parted, and she breathed heavily, letting out unrestrained, soft moans. "No...no...don't...dirty..." Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his massive member closer, and she trembled, thinking: I'll just consider it gratitude for his saving my life! He pressed his member against her petals and thrust in hard. The embroiderer cried out loudly, "Ah...ah...gentle...it hurts...I...it's been so long..." The embroiderer's wet petals convulsed, her member tightly enveloped by the soft, fleshy walls.

Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her again, and her cries turned into alluring moans until the pain subsided and her body writhed. Only then did his lips part, and he smiled, "Let's begin the joyful exercise...Mother-in-law..." The embroiderer hummed in agreement, and then the piston-like motion began.

"Oh...oh...mmm," the embroiderer's round buttocks swayed, letting the dragon enter and exit within her wet, hot petals. "Ah...oh oh," her small hands gripped the sheets, her mouth uttering seductive moans. "Mmm...ah," his dragon was repeatedly swallowed and withdrawn by the embroiderer's petals. Zhang Xiaoyu pressed the embroiderer's slender, beautiful legs against her round breasts, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Spasms rippled through the flesh walls of his dragon. Zhang Xiaoyu flipped her over, letting the embroiderer sit on top of him, swaying her slender waist. The embroiderer bent over, supporting herself on the bed, raising her sexy, round buttocks to swallow and release his dragon. He reached down to her soft breasts, pinching their pinkness. She swayed her round, white buttocks back and forth to meet his thrusts, her moans revealing a satisfied expression. She placed her smooth, alluring legs in his arms, swaying her slender waist to actively thrust and meet his thrusts.

"Is it beautiful, Mother-in-law?" "Beautiful...absolutely! I've never...enjoyed...this...beauty..." Zhang Xiaoyu's thrusts gradually increased in speed and intensity, kneading her in every way. The embroiderer's jade hands tightly gripped his arm, groaning softly as his penis pounded against her buttocks. Her contracting petals sent a shiver through him, the wrinkled walls of her vulva rubbing against the ridge of his penis... Oh, the embroiderer seemed about to cry, her cherry lips wide open in exaggerated gestures, her slender hands placed on his chest as if to push him away. Oh...oh, she kept moaning, suppressing her low groans, her starry eyes slightly closed, her breathing rapid. Her slender waist swayed and trembled, sucking and swallowing. She panted heavily, her beautiful legs swaying, her hair disheveled, covering her pink neck, her eyes tightly closed, her pink face trembling. The narrow, deep petals were burning hot, surging.

Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his dragon forward forcefully. The embroiderer bit her lip, moaning and clutching the sheets, her round, white buttocks heaving powerfully. She cried out in a muffled voice, "Oh! Don't move... I... I'm done... I'm done." Zhang Xiaoyu followed her wishes, his dragon pressing against her deep opening. He felt the deep petals sucking and releasing his dragon head, the surging heat making his whole body spasm. He pressed her long legs against her soft breasts with force. Her jade hands waved, her alluring body trembling... The embroiderer lay on Zhang Xiaoyu's chest, her beautiful face flushed with spring, her almond eyes filled with spring as she looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, her voice a mixture of shyness and resentment. "You little rascal, you big pervert, you're so mean! Bullying me like this!" "Do you like me bullying you?" Zhang Xiaoyu whispered with a wicked laugh, nibbling at the embroiderer's soft, white earlobe. The embroiderer lightly bit the strawberry that was right in front of Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes, her eyes full of seductive charm as she coquettishly said, "I'll bite you to death, you bad guy, I'll bite you to death, you big pervert." Zhang Xiaoyu felt a tingling sensation from her bite, and gently stroked her smooth, delicate skin, chuckling wickedly, "I like the feeling of you biting me here, sister." After saying that, he reached down and scooped up some muddy petals from her lower body after her orgasm.

As Zhang Xiaoyu's large hand swept over her, the embroiderer immediately felt a tingling, weak sensation throughout her body, and couldn't help but let out a passionate moan. His hand seemed to possess a magical power, caressing her skin until it flushed an alluring blush, making her heart almost leap out of her chest. Her delicate body trembled slightly as she gently punched Zhang Xiaoyu's strong chest. "You bad boy...you big bad boy...you only bully me..." Hearing her escalate her from a little bad boy to a big bad boy, Zhang Xiaoyu's alluring face didn't resemble that of a mature woman at all, but rather that of a lively and beautiful young girl experiencing her first love. One hand caressed her firm breasts, clearly feeling their uprightness and elasticity, while the other hand gently kneaded her full, rounded thighs.

The embroiderer felt a tingling, itchy, and unbearable ache all over her body. Her lips parted slightly, her body writhed like a snake, and she gripped his arm with her delicate hands, panting helplessly. "You men are all the same," she gasped. Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't tell if she was recalling her husband's past or still shaken by what had just happened. He embraced her, pulling her close, and comforted her gently, "Mother-in-law, I will be good to you for the rest of my life. Let me take care of you and Youcao from now on!" The embroiderer's deep, clear eyes sparkled as she gazed at Guo Yi, but then dimmed again. She sighed and leaned against his broad, strong chest, saying resentfully, "I'm afraid you were just acting on impulse, just wanting to play with your mother-in-law." Before Zhang Xiaoyu could speak, she added, "But your mother-in-law doesn't blame you. Let's just forget about it after this. It'll be a better ending for everyone." Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the embroiderer's sorrowful face with deep affection. His eyes narrowed, and he said seriously, "I'm not just playing around. Even if I had any impulses, they were born deep in my heart the moment I met you. I know very well now that I like you, Mother-in-law. I want to have your body and your heart." The embroiderer smiled, her heart filled with joy. Her red lips parted slightly, and she said with self-pity, "But I'm already old and faded. It's not appropriate for me to be with you." "Who said Mother-in-law is old?" Zhang Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows. He could tell from her words that she wasn't uninterested in him, but rather had some unresolved issues. He said happily, "When I first saw you, Mother-in-law, if I hadn't known that Youcao didn't have any sisters, I would have really thought you were her older sister. Who would have thought that Youcao is so grown up, while you are still so young and beautiful?" "You're just being cheeky!" The embroiderer said coquettishly, her heart filled with joy. What woman wouldn't like to be praised by a man, especially a young man praising a mature woman who already has a daughter of similar age to him?

The embroiderer sighed softly, "But there's the age gap between us, and I'm Youcao's mother." Zhang Xiaoyu held the embroiderer's delicate hand tightly against his cheek and said affectionately, "Love knows no age limits. As long as we love each other, we don't need to care too much about other people's opinions. Besides, who would tell you're older than me when we're together? As for Youcao, she also hopes we can be together." After saying that, Zhang Xiaoyu began to kiss her delicate earlobe again, finally landing on the embroiderer's alluring red lips. Attacked by his fiery lips, the embroiderer felt as if she were in a dream. When Zhang Xiaoyu's tongue parted her lips, she had no intention of resisting. When his lips intertwined with her fragrant tongue, the embroiderer's mouth began to secrete saliva. Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly attacked again, his thick lips sealing her moist, soft lips, his large tongue probing into the embroiderer's small mouth.

Zhang Xiaoyu's tongue roamed freely in the embroiderer's mouth, sometimes intertwining with her little tongue, sometimes tracing along her smooth teeth, their mouths pressed tightly together. He relentlessly entwined his tongue with hers, while simultaneously savoring the sweet nectar within her mouth.

The embroiderer's beautiful, delicate cheeks flushed crimson, her exquisite body feeling waves of indescribable tingling pleasure wash over her, and she slumped weakly against him, letting out a short, shy moan from her delicate nose. Zhang Xiaoyu ignored the embroiderer's hot, shy whimpers from her beautiful, lovely nose, inhaling the unique fragrance of a mature woman, his desire igniting fiercely.

His hands roamed over the embroiderer's jade-like body, first gently caressing her fair cheeks, feeling the soft, smooth skin beneath his touch. His hands gradually moved downwards, passing her straight, white, graceful neck and her rounded, delicate shoulders, finally grasping her full, perky, soft, and supple breasts. He kneaded and rubbed them, while simultaneously lowering his head to kiss her red, tender lips once more.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." the embroiderer murmured shyly, her delicate nose tinged with heat. At this moment, the embroiderer's eyes were filled with allure, her brows delicately arched, and her sensitive, firm breasts were completely exposed in his hands. Under his gentle yet sometimes forceful caresses, the buds on her breasts had blossomed, the two delicate pink dots on her snow-white breasts still irresistibly alluring.

"Mother-in-law is wet again!" Zhang Xiaoyu stroked her cleavage, held up his wet fingers in front of her eyes, and said with a wicked smile. Xiu Niang slapped the hand away, and said with a slight pant, "You little rascal! Isn't it all your fault?" Then she asked worriedly, "Brother, don't you think your sister is too lewd?" Xiu Niang was worried that she was being too unrestrained in front of her son-in-law who was so much younger than her.

Zhang Xiaoyu was secretly delighted. This was a good start. When a woman begins to care about a man, her heart is not far from his. "How could that be? A woman in bed should be as wanton and unrestrained as possible. Being presentable in public, capable in the kitchen, and good in bed—doesn't that prove you're a perfect woman?" "I'm only like this in front of you." The embroiderer's fair cheeks flushed, and she looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with a charming and shy gaze, saying coquettishly, "Mother-in-law, say something nice for me to hear." Zhang Xiaoyu, eager to hear this, said, "What's so nice about it?" The embroiderer gave him a flirtatious look and pretended to be clueless.

"You know," Zhang Xiaoyu said teasingly, gently stroking her plump buttocks and whispering in her ear. "I don't know," the embroiderer replied, her delicate body trembling and her face flushed. Zhang Xiaoyu licked her soft earlobe and gently bit it, saying, "Will you tell me or not?" His hands were also busy, caressing and kneading her full, slender legs and plump buttocks.

The embroiderer trembled all over as Zhang Xiaoyu bit and sucked her soft earlobe, her heart tingling with pleasure. She tried to push him away, but he held her tightly, preventing her from moving. The sucking and rubbing of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure deep into her body, stimulating every inch of her sensitive skin and her senses.

"Tell me or not, or I'll get rough." With that, Zhang Xiaoyu grabbed one of the embroiderers' breasts and kneaded it forcefully. A wonderful sensation of softness mixed with firmness spread throughout his body. His other hand slid down her abdomen, exploring her secret garden, slowly inserting his middle finger.

The embroiderer gently pushed him away, panting heavily, her alluring lips opening and closing. Her face was flushed, her eyes gleaming with desire, radiating a fiery passion. She stared intently at Zhang Xiaoyu and said coquettishly, "Husband, would you like your mother to serve you?" She hadn't spoken when he asked her earlier, but now she was asking him for help... Zhang Xiaoyu nodded. The embroiderer bit her lip, panting again, her face flushed, her eyes curving like crescent moons, her youthful, mature body writhing against Zhang's... Xiao Yu moved away, and the soft hand below him gently stroked the base of the dragon upwards. Her pretty face, with a seductive and lewd expression, played with the dragon. Her luscious red lips parted, her bewitching eyes and the intense passion between her brows made the dragon seem even thicker and longer. The embroiderer kissed Zhang Xiao Yu, her kisses ambiguous and provocative. She gently kissed his earlobe, his neck, and his chest, uttering seductive murmurs, her warm breath spraying onto Zhang Xiao Yu's body. A wet kiss traveled downwards. "So big!" she moaned softly. Her soft, moist, slightly cool tongue gently licked his massive member.

She moaned as she used her slippery tongue to gently trace the head of his penis, licking into the crevice. Her nimble, soft tongue moved across his penis as she opened her small mouth and took it in, sucking and teasing it. She curled her tongue around it, carefully avoiding touching it with her teeth, moving her beautiful head to swallow and release his penis in large, sweeping motions. Sometimes his penis was completely swallowed, rubbing against the moist, tender mucous membranes of her mouth, feeling the pleasure of being sucked. Other times, it was slowly released as her two red lips intertwined, her breath spraying onto her body. A soul-stirring moan escaped from her delicate nose.

With a "plop...plop" sound, the embroiderer lowered her head and continued to swallow and release between Zhang Xiaoyu's legs. Some fragrant saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, and a lewd aura appeared on her face. Her hair was also loose, covering half of her face. Zhang Xiaoyu's heart burned with desire. He reached out and brushed the hair from her face. The embroiderer, while busy with her work, didn't forget to give him a sweet, seductive smile. Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't help but say, "Mother-in-law, turn around, let me lick you..." The embroiderer obediently laid her snow-white buttocks across Zhang Xiaoyu's face, her head still resting between his legs, sucking and licking. A pink petal, glistening with dew, protruded from between her thighs, a stark contrast to her snow-white buttocks. Zhang Xiaoyu's heart fluttered. He reached out and parted her large petals, revealing the tender pink flesh inside, and the tiny bud hidden at the tip. He gently pinched the tiny bud, and the embroiderer's body trembled immediately. Because her mouth was filled with his massive member, she could only make "woo...woo" sounds... The embroiderer moaned and sucked on his massive member, her smooth, hot oral mucosa pressing against the head of his penis. She felt the continuous yet incredibly gentle suction in his eyes. He thrust his hips forward, and his massive member plunged deep into her throat. She let out a soft moan, adjusting her position to allow his massive member to penetrate more smoothly. Filling her moist, soft mouth completely, Zhang Xiaoyu moved his massive member back and forth, pressing it against her delicate, small tongue, the head of his member slamming into her tender throat.

"Ugh...good son-in-law...mother-in-law...can't take it anymore..." Xiu Niang spat out Zhang Xiaoyu's licked, shiny dragon and climbed off him.

Zhang Xiaoyu teased her, "Wife, your oral skills are pretty good, why did you stop?" Xiu Niang gave him a coquettish glare, licked her lips, and said, "It's all because you deliberately misled me, making it impossible for me to continue. My mouth is still 'virgin,' and you don't even know how to cherish me." What man wouldn't want his woman to belong entirely to him? Zhang Xiaoyu was overjoyed and happy. He hugged Xiu Niang tightly and kissed her cherry-like mouth, while his lustful hands caressed and kneaded Xiu Niang's full, high breasts. The embroiderer, her heart stirred with desire, willingly offered her sweet, smooth tongue to her lover, Zhang Xiaoyu, who sucked and nibbled at it, almost sucking it off. Sweet saliva flowed freely, and she felt Zhang Xiaoyu grasp her breasts, kneading them forcefully. Waves of tingling, burning sensations surged from the peaks of her breasts, penetrating deep into her body.

"Come on...come quickly...husband...I want you...come quickly," the embroiderer pleaded seductively.

Zhang Xiaoyu rolled over, pinning her beneath him, thrusting his massive member into her wet, slippery petals. He pounded his member between her white, tender legs. A warmth spread across the tip of his member, as if soaking in slippery, warm water. The embroiderer moaned softly, arching her slender, toned waist. Her soft, boneless petals, encircled by layers of rings, sucked his member deeper and deeper, each ring tightly gripping its shaft. With heavy breathing, Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his massive member inside, feeling the tight, comforting sensation of their skin as he penetrated. The embroiderer's moans became incoherent, like the sounds of their intercourse, a constant sloshing of fluids, as her love juices flowed freely.

Zhang Xiaoyu thrust forcefully, filling the embroiderer's petals to their fullest. Looking down at her alluring expression, her brows furrowed slightly, her starry eyes half-closed, her rosy lips emitting moans. Her small hands pressed down on his buttocks, her slender waist twisting gracefully.

Zhang Xiaoyu's frenzied thrusts, though well-lubricated, still overwhelmed the embroiderer, who moaned, "Slow...slower...faster...ah!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing his lips to hers, her tongue nimbly sliding into his mouth to kiss him.

Zhang Xiaoyu squeezed her full breasts hard, the tender white peaks deforming and trembling under his kneading. Zhang Xiaoyu rolled over and picked up the embroiderer, letting her straddle his body and writhe. Her soft petals devoured his dragon, each time he lifted it high and sat down heavily. His dragon entered her tight petals with the twisting of her body. After she sat firmly on his dragon, she moved back and forth and side to side, making each fleshy ring tightly grip and suckle the shaft. The embroiderer lowered her breasts, her soft and full breasts pressing against his chest like waves. Her sweet, strawberry-like lips kissed his lips, her heavy breathing and soft moans escaping. Fine

drops of her fragrant sweat fell onto Zhang Xiaoyu's body, her hot petals contracting and trembling slightly against his dragon, her delicate and soft petals squeezing and sucking the head of his dragon. The embroiderer bit his ear, breathing heavily, "Husband...son-in-law...I'm coming again...three times already...ah, I can't take it anymore if you don't ejaculate...ejaculate...ejaculate into me." Zhang Xiaoyu hugged her supple waist tightly, his dragon pressed firmly against the depths of her beautiful petals, releasing pleasure. The embroiderer held him tightly, whispering his name tenderly and softly in his ear, her calls affectionate and playful. She rolled over, spreading her legs wide on the bed, her face flushed, looking at his breathtakingly beautiful body. Zhang Xiaoyu lay on the embroiderer's slender body, kissing her full breasts.

The embroiderer was still panting, her lips responding to his kisses, exhaling an intoxicating fragrance. "Wife, I really love making love with you." He put his dragon back into her petals, but didn't thrust.

"You put it in again," the embroiderer said coquettishly, tightening her petals to grip his dragon.

"Yes. I can't bear to part with them, I want them together forever." "I can give them to you anytime you want. Ah..." The embroiderer gently swayed her round, upturned buttocks, letting the still-erect dragon draw circles within her petals.

"Okay, I want it now." Zhang Xiaoyu thrust gently again, wanting more. "Aren't you tired?" the embroiderer murmured softly.

"Not tired, I want to stay with you until tomorrow morning." "You're not tired... I'm tired... my bones are all broken." The embroiderer hugged him. "We can do it later, there's plenty of time." Under the gentle, sometimes rough thrusts of his dragon, the embroiderer was in ecstasy and completely surrendered to him.

The passionate lovemaking finally ended, and the embroiderer felt that she had wasted the last forty years of her life. Zhang Xiaoyu lay beside her, holding her in his arms. After lovemaking, a woman needs comfort and care, which is very important; it allows a woman to feel the love of her partner. This was an experience Zhang Xiaoyu had gained through countless practices, and it was also his ultimate weapon against women.

After releasing her desires, the embroiderer regained a sliver of reason and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu somewhat blankly.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the embroiderer's face and said, "Mom, are you blaming me? If so, just scold me; maybe that will make you feel better." The embroiderer was taken aback. She said, "Xiaoyu, what do you want me to blame you for? I… we did this because I feel sorry for Cao'er…" As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Mom, don't say that. I think this is good. This way we can be together forever, even if we're mother and daughter, we'll still be sisters. Besides, I can't satisfy my husband alone. With your help, Mom, I can help Cao'er share the burden," Youcao hurriedly said.

Zhang Xiaoyu then said to the embroiderer, "Mom, I will treat you well for the rest of my life, just like I treated Youcao!" These words couldn't be clearer. The embroiderer felt a surge of trepidation, surprise, and joy, like rekindling her first love after many years. Suddenly, she blushed and kissed Zhang Xiaoyu on the forehead.

Zhang Xiaoyu stared at the embroiderer, saying, "Mom, you're so beautiful." "Hmph! Don't just say nice things. I'm over forty, an old woman now, no longer a beauty!" the embroiderer retorted coquettishly. This was her biggest worry. Now, though she was in her early forties and still beautiful and charming, what about twenty years from now? She would truly be an old woman then. Would Zhang Xiaoyu still like her? She didn't want to go through that pain again. Although Zhang Xiaoyu had said such sweet things during their lovemaking, the embroiderer was still somewhat worried.

"Mom, come here, sit in my lap," Zhang Xiaoyu said, looking into her eyes. Zhang Xiaoyu's firm tone made it impossible for the embroiderer to refuse. She slowly sat in his lap, momentarily afraid to look him in the eye.

Zhang Xiaoyu said solemnly, "Mom, I want you to know that no matter what, I will never despise you. If swearing an oath can put your mind at ease, I'm willing to swear ten thousand solemn oaths to prove my heart." "No! I don't want you to swear. I believe you, but..." Xiu Niang hesitated, "But when you're my age, I'll be too old to walk. You'll be middle-aged then. Will you still treat me the same way you do now?

" "Mom, what you're saying really hurts me. Don't you understand my heart? If possible, I'd be willing to die for you!" Zhang Xiaoyu said firmly.

Boom!

Xiu Niang suddenly understood that what she needed wasn't a guarantee, but Zhang Xiaoyu's sincerity. She had always been afraid to agree to his proposal, partly because she was afraid of hurting Cao'er, and partly because she was afraid he wasn't sincere towards her, even though Cao'er didn't mind. Now, she finally knew that she couldn't live without him. Regardless of whether he was sincere or not, she couldn't leave him. Xiu Niang didn't want to experience the loss of Zhang Xiaoyu. Thinking this through, Xiu Niang knew what decision she had to make. She raised her head, her face radiating happiness, and whispered, "You little rascal, you're so lucky! From now on, you'll be supporting my daughter and me. If anyone objects to us being together, you'll have to persuade them." These words filled Zhang Xiaoyu with ecstasy. Xiu Niang's words were so clear; how could he not understand? Zhang Xiaoyu happily wrapped his arms around Xiu Niang's waist, feeling her supple waist, and exclaimed, "Xiu'er, you really agreed?" "You little rascal, don't call me that! You have to call me Sister Xiu!" Xiu Niang said coquettishly. At this moment, she was no different from any other young girl in love. Her blushing face made her even more charming. Zhang Xiaoyu was infected by Xiu Niang's passion and kissed her forehead and the corners of her eyes almost frantically, his hands gently stroking Xiu Niang's jade-like back.

The embroiderer, exhausted from Zhang Xiaoyu's kisses and caresses, could only collapse into his arms, gently pounding his warm, broad chest.

Chapter 52: Mother and Daughter Serving Each Other. This once again brought the embroiderer to paradise. Completely powerless, she lay quietly on the bed, savoring a feeling she hadn't experienced in over twenty years. Zhang Xiaoyu was amazing; this was her first true satisfaction.

"Mother, did I serve you well?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked, looking at his mother-in-law's blissful expression.

"Good child, this is the most beautiful feeling I've ever had in my life. You are a true man; only you can make a woman call herself a man," the embroiderer said affectionately.

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyu felt incredibly proud and accomplished. "This isn't the most beautiful time. Every time will be more beautiful than the last. I have many more tricks up my sleeve, and I'll serve you one by one, making sure you're more beautiful each time." "Husband, you're biased! You only care about being affectionate with your mother. You're really ungrateful! Don't you even know who let you two get together?" Youcao

, who had been watching the show for a long time, pretended to be angry and said. "You brat, I've raised you all these years for nothing! Besides, Xiao Yu is mine now. If anyone's going to seduce someone, it's you seducing my man, seducing your father!" Xiu Niang knew that Youcao was just joking with her. Now she was completely uninhibited, and the fearless spirit of a mature woman had returned. She even started teasing Youcao.

"Mother, you're so mean." Youcao was still too timid and no match for Xiu Niang.

"Alright, husband, go and comfort our good daughter. Look at how long she's endured all this alone. You, as her father, are heartless. I, as her mother, can't bear it either." Xiu Niang still wouldn't let her daughter off the hook.

Youcao, embarrassed by the embroiderer's blatant and provocative words, buried her head so low it was almost between her breasts.

"Alright, I'll pamper our good daughter," Zhang Xiaoyu echoed the embroiderer.

"Husband, you're so naughty! You won't have it with Mother! I won't let you!" Youcao, at her wit's end, began to whine to Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hand suddenly grasped Youcao's prominent breasts, and the strange sensation made both of them shudder, frozen in place. Zhang Xiaoyu felt an electric current surge through his body from his fingertips, and his breathing became rapid. Although he had climbed over Youcao's peaks more than once, none of them had felt as intense as this. Uncontrollably, Zhang Xiaoyu's large hand reached out and began to knead Youcao's breasts.

"Mmm..." Youcao let out a soft moan, her pretty face flushed crimson, her pearly teeth gently biting her lip, her cherry lips slightly parted, her expression a mixture of shyness and joy. Her large, watery eyes glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu with tender affection before closing them shyly. Her hands rested on Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulders, her head tilted back slightly, making her beautifully shaped breasts even more prominent, allowing Zhang Xiaoyu more freedom of movement.

Zhang Xiaoyu embraced Youcao and began to kiss her, kissing her forehead, her tightly closed eyes, the tip of her nose, and her slightly parted cherry lips. While kissing Youcao, Zhang Xiaoyu stroked her jade-like back and kissed her breasts. A tremor ran through her, and Youcao wanted to reciprocate, but she only arched her back twice before letting Zhang Xiaoyu suckle her breasts.

Youcao was aroused by Zhang Xiaoyu's three-pronged flirting techniques, her whole body trembling, her eyes glazed, her red lips slightly parted as she moaned and gasped. Her whole body was burning with heat, numbness, and itchiness, and she was burning with desire and felt extremely uncomfortable. She quickly grabbed his hands and said, "Husband... come quickly... you are making me feel so uncomfortable..." "My dear, where do you feel uncomfortable?" Zhang Xiaoyu pushed her hands away and continued to caress her.

"I...I'm so embarrassed...I'm too shy to say it...You know...you're just teasing me on purpose..." "How would I know if you didn't tell me? My dear baby." "You're so naughty...you're making me so itchy...I want you...give it to me..." Youcao was too shy to continue. Zhang Xiaoyu grabbed Youcao beside him and laid her upturned buttocks across his lap, facing the embroiderer. Her fair and delicate buttocks were exposed to Zhang Xiaoyu and the embroiderer with a breathtakingly undulating motion.

Youcao was startled by Zhang Xiaoyu's sudden action and let out a scream. Not understanding what he wanted to do, she struggled on Zhang Xiaoyu's lap. Soon she felt Zhang Xiaoyu's huge, hard penis pressing against her soft buttocks. With the twisting of her body, the large and hard penis pressed against her secret flower garden, sometimes going in and sometimes out.

Youcao immediately became weak and powerless, but she still slowly swayed her waist, as if her body craved this physical friction, and her heart began to awaken and stir. Zhang Xiaoyu felt Youcao's body beneath him soften and become more docile, and he also felt the stimulating friction. He couldn't suppress himself and slowly thrust his hips, using his huge, hard member to rub and stimulate her petals, which were as smooth and flawless as her mother's, through her thin clothes.

"Ah!" Youcao clearly felt Zhang Xiaoyu's hardness almost penetrating her peach blossom valley. She could no longer hide the surging passion in her heart and couldn't help but moan. She quickly covered her mouth as soon as

she cried out, as if afraid that her mother would discover that she was in such a shameful position and that she was so aroused. When the embroiderer saw that her daughter's white buttocks had been grabbed by Zhang Xiaoyu, she was eager for revenge and moved over without thinking. She raised her hand and gently slapped it. Instantly, the beautiful white buttocks and pink buttocks rippled, creating a dazzling and alluring scene.

Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but swallow hard. He said, "Mother-in-law, a few more times." The embroiderer obediently raised her hand and gently slapped her daughter's little bottom a few more times. Her eyes sparkled as she watched her daughter's bottom gradually turn red, leaving red handprints. The red and white marks mingled, exuding an alluring fragrance. The innocent and lovely daughter was being disciplined by her mature and beautiful mother in front of the same man with whom she shared a close mother-daughter relationship.

Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes burned with desire, and his lower body hardened like iron, pressing firmly against the smooth and flawless flower garden, enjoying the soaking of spring water. He reached out and touched Youcao's small, upturned buttocks. The beautiful flesh was smooth and soft to the touch, making Zhang Xiaoyu sigh with admiration. He greedily stroked and kneaded it, wantonly caressing and gently kneading Youcao's plump buttocks.

Already blushing and her eyes burning, Youcao's originally fair and tender face was now flushed with a rosy glow, making her even more alluring and captivating. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her shy beauty unconsciously parting her slightly trembling lips, her soft breaths escaping in muffled sounds: "Mmm... Husband... Don't... like this..." Zhang Xiaoyu, burning with desire, impatiently lifted Youcao's long, smooth legs, making her straddle his lap facing him. He lifted his massive member, pressing it against her crotch, and then passionately kissed her. Youcao slightly opened her mouth, accepting Zhang Xiaoyu's sweet kiss, her arms encircling his neck, passionately kissing him in return.

Youcao felt a flame rapidly spreading through her body, and she gradually began to kiss Zhang Xiaoyu more actively, her soft breaths growing louder. Zhang Xiaoyu was also infected by Youcao's passion. He wrapped one arm around her slender waist, and the other hand climbed up to her breasts, slowly kneading them.

Youcao clearly felt Zhang Xiaoyu's engorged dragon swelling. It was so hard and hot, and Youcao felt a surge of excitement. Her buttocks slowly moved onto Zhang Xiaoyu's dragon, so that her petals could align with his thick, hot dragon. She kept twisting her hips, rubbing her soft buttocks against Zhang Xiaoyu's dragon. She felt Zhang Xiaoyu's dragon getting bigger and bigger, the huge head pressing against the entrance of her petals, constantly pushing into her flower chamber. "Ah..." Youcao exclaimed, feeling a hot, hard male characteristic already penetrating the depths of her surging flower chamber. Zhang Xiaoyu felt her flower chamber tightly enveloping his huge dragon, the peach blossom cave so tight and hot that he could no longer endure it. Holding Youcao's plump, snow-white buttocks, he thrust forcefully, each time to the very root, each thrust to the bottom. Youcao twisted her hips forcefully, welcoming Zhang Xiaoyu's thrusts, her head also shaking violently with his impact, her beautiful hair dancing wildly.

Zhang Xiaoyu reached out and grasped her swaying breasts, kneading them wantonly. He squeezed and rubbed Youcao's soft, smooth, snow-white, trembling breasts, then lowered his head and greedily took her delicate pink nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking them, leaving teeth marks on her full breasts. The tender nipples, unable to withstand the sucking and caressing, stood erect on her breasts. Youcao was aroused by Zhang Xiaoyu's sucking, her body burning with desire. Her eyes were half-closed, and she couldn't help but moan with pleasure: "Ah... I can't take it... Husband... you... oh... so comfortable... oh... so good..." Youcao was in ecstasy, her juices flowing continuously from her flower garden. Her desire was high, her cheeks flushed, and she twisted her slender waist and hips wildly, welcoming Zhang Xiaoyu's thrusts again and again. Zhang Xiaoyu felt her two petals contracting repeatedly, just like her cherry lips tightly biting the base of his dragon, making Zhang Xiaoyu's lust even more intense, and his movements became even more violent. Thus, Youcao lay on top of Zhang Xiaoyu, letting him thrust in and out more than two hundred times. Then, Youcao's movements slowed down, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her body. She weakly moaned, "Brother... I have no strength left... I can't move..." Zhang Xiaoyu placed Youcao's slender legs on his waist, and Youcao understood and wrapped them around him. Her lower body was already overflowing with spring water, and Zhang Xiaoyu's dragon slid into her effortlessly. While grasping Youcao's two jade rabbits, kneading and caressing them incessantly, Zhang Xiaoyu's waist movements showed no sign of slowing down, thrusting quickly and violently, frantically pounding into Youcao's flower garden. Excited, Youcao wrapped her arms around him, her full, shapely buttocks swaying up and down to meet Zhang Xiaoyu's thrusts, moaning incessantly as she enjoyed the pleasure of intercourse. Youcao's alluring demeanor fueled Zhang Xiaoyu's excitement, and he thrust his thick, hard member even more forcefully, making Youcao's flower core tingle with pleasure, waves of ecstasy spreading throughout her body.

Suddenly, Youcao gripped Zhang Xiaoyu tightly with both hands, her head tilting back as she cried out softly. Her flower chambers abruptly sucked onto Zhang Xiaoyu's head, a gush of warm, lustrous fluid gushing out, scalding his head and sending shivers of tingling pleasure straight to his lower abdomen. After her climax, Youcao tightly embraced Zhang Xiaoyu's neck, her lips revealing a satisfied and languid expression, her body glistening with sweat and panting heavily. Zhang Xiaoyu quietly rested his head on her shoulder, his hands roaming over her flower chambers while he lowered his head to kiss her half-open lips repeatedly.

A moment later, Youcao recovered from the afterglow of her climax. She smiled seductively and kissed Zhang Xiaoyu, saying, "Brother, I almost died of pleasure! Go comfort Mother!" Zhang Xiaoyu withdrew his still-erect penis with a "plop," turning to see Xiu Niang looking aroused. Without further delay, he gently removed her clothes. Xiu Niang's skin was fair and smooth, as white as snow, with a hint of apple pink. Her firm breasts were already trembling irregularly. Before Zhang Xiaoyu could say anything, she straddled him, facing him, her eyes burning with desire.

His enormous penis quickly entered, burning like fire and lava, searing Xiu Niang's entire body, causing her to lose all restraint. Her smooth, supple body, her fragrant, tender flesh, her rosy cheeks, her firm and elastic breasts, and her full, delicate petals... Zhang Xiaoyu held her hand and slowly pressed it against her body. The embroiderer slowly closed her eyes, her lips tightly pressed together. Her tongue, tender and soft, rhythmically slid in Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth, and he reciprocated with his own. When he inserted his tongue into her mouth, she immediately began to suckle. Her little tongue was so sweet, driving Zhang Xiaoyu wild with pleasure. Gradually, the embroiderer kissed his tongue passionately, each kiss more forceful than the last, her face flushed crimson, like a ripe apple.

Zhang Xiaoyu thrust in and out, simultaneously sucking on her nipples. The embroiderer cried out softly, her face showing pleasure. Zhang Xiaoyu gradually increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, sometimes rotating and rubbing his penis against her cervix, causing the embroiderer to tremble with unbearable pleasure.

After thrusting vigorously over a hundred times, Zhang Xiaoyu told the embroiderer to change positions, kneeling down. He then half-knelt behind her, thrusting his massive member forward with a "whoosh," and it slid in with a soft "whoosh." The embroiderer's expression softened, her hips swaying, her breasts trembling, her alluring gaze falling directly into Zhang Xiaoyu's heart, giving him waves of indescribable pleasure. The embroiderer's beautiful eyes were half-closed, her hair flying with the swaying of her head, her cherry-like lips half-open, emitting a soul-stirring moan: "Good...son-in-law...faster..." After another hundred thrusts, Zhang Xiaoyu changed positions again. He lay on the sofa, and the embroiderer, her two white, tender thighs spread wide, sat on his lap, exposing her vulva as much as possible. Then she reached out her slender hand, grasped Zhang Xiaoyu's erect penis, and guided it to the entrance of her overflowing flower chamber. With a forceful thrust, a "plop" sound rang out as the embroiderer took Zhang Xiaoyu's entire penis into her flower chamber. Like

dry tinder meeting a raging fire, the embroiderer violently writhed her waist, her alluring eyes narrowed to slits, her slender waist twisting even more rapidly. Her two plump petals opened and closed, tightly gripping the thick penis. Her two jade peaks swayed violently with the movement of her body, and Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't resist reaching out to grab them, kneading and caressing them forcefully.

The embroiderer moaned with pleasure, the "plop," "plop" sounds of the penis rubbing against her flower chamber becoming increasingly intense and rhythmic. The embroiderer's buttocks moved violently, as if trying to swallow Zhang Xiaoyu's penis completely.

As he continued this manipulation, Zhang Xiaoyu felt immense pleasure and let out sounds of enjoyment. After a quarter of an hour of continuous movements, the embroiderer cried out that she couldn't take it anymore, and her movements slowed down, no longer as rapid as at the beginning. This was not surprising, as this position made it easy for women to reach orgasm. The embroiderer had already climaxed several times while crying out that she couldn't take it anymore, so now she was panting heavily, seemingly unable to muster any strength.

Zhang Xiaoyu supported her body with both hands, then leaned forward, pressing her down beneath him, and began thrusting in and out with great force. The embroiderer's desire was aroused again by Zhang Xiaoyu's thrusting, and her moans filled the room once more.

The embroiderer had now reached a state of ecstasy, forgetting that she was Youcao's mother, and forgetting that she was watching from the sidelines. Youcao was also stunned by her mother's performance, watching Zhang Xiaoyu and the embroiderer constantly change positions and postures, the fiery scene keeping her glued to the screen.

Gradually, the embroiderer reached her climax again. Suddenly, she tightly embraced Zhang Xiaoyu, her body trembling, and her moans rising in intensity. Zhang Xiaoyu felt his dragon inside her tremble, followed by a surge of heat. After her orgasm, the embroiderer's hips temporarily stopped swaying; she simply moaned, seemingly enjoying the beauty and pleasure of the climax.

The next moment, Zhang Xiaoyu lay flat on the bed, watching the embroiderer slowly squat down until the tip of his erect, thick dragon, its reddish tip pressed tightly against the center of her vulva. Then she took a deep breath and slowly sat down. Watching his dragon slowly part her tender petals, and as she bent her legs to sit down, it was slowly swallowed by her vulva, Zhang Xiaoyu felt his dragon enter a familiar, warm, and moist place. The embroiderer's initiative gave Zhang Xiaoyu a strange pleasure. As his massive member slowly but steadily entered the embroiderer's flower chamber, Zhang Xiaoyu felt that her flower chamber was still as tight as a virgin's.

The embroiderer frowned and moaned softly, "Son-in-law...so long...so thick...so hot..." Youcao, who was watching the battle with a shy smile, said coquettishly, "Mom, are you very uncomfortable?" Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Youcao, who was clenching her legs and twisting her pert buttocks, and said with a smile, "I think you're the one who's uncomfortable. Come here, let your husband help you." Youcao blushed and said shyly, "No need..." Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and reached out to pull Youcao over, making her straddle his head. Unconsciously, the embroiderer was already thrusting wildly, accompanied by constant moans. Zhang Xiaoyu was not idle either. He used his tongue to draw circles on Youcao's flawless petals or to tease her flower chamber, while he thrust his massive member upwards hard, matching the embroiderer's thrusts. Meanwhile, his hands weren't idle either, grasping their breasts and kneading them vigorously.

Just as Youcao felt my warm breath on her sensitive spot between her legs, she immediately felt two warm things pressed against her petals. Then, something wet and hot quietly slipped into the crevice between her petals, invading her flower chamber, slowly rotating and teasing. The two warm things also exerted a suction force, making her unable to help but moan. Next

, the embroiderer came down, Youcao went up, the daughter came down, and the mother went up again, the two women changing positions like a revolving lantern. Then Zhang Xiaoyu made the mother and daughter kneel side by side, raising their snow-white, full buttocks. After gently patting their buttocks, he thrust his enormous penis into the embroiderer's body while bending down to touch and knead their breasts. The two women turned their heads to kiss Zhang Xiaoyu, sometimes their tongues intertwining.

Zhang Xiaoyu thrust in and out of the embroiderer's body hundreds of times, only slightly raising her buttocks to pull out his massive member. With a twist of his waist, he inserted it into the flower garden of the maiden. His upper body remained entwined with the two women, their bodies locked in passionate embrace. He thrust in and out a few times, then a few times to the left, moving in and out of the mother and daughter's flower garden. The two women, trying their best to accommodate their lover's intentions, swayed their plump buttocks to facilitate his entry and exit.

The unprecedented pleasure of mother and daughter together, and the intense ecstasy, had completely captivated the embroiderer and the maiden, leaving them repeatedly immersed in the ecstasy of lovemaking, unable to extricate

themselves. The mother and daughter took turns, their lovemaking lingering and undulating, their pleasure rising and falling, countless times until they finally temporarily conquered Zhang Xiaoyu, this powerful "stud," leaving him exhausted, his entire body trembling continuously, foaming at the mouth.

Zhang Xiaoyu lay between two stunningly beautiful women, a mother and daughter, their alluring bodies radiant with sensuality. He caressed their delicate, snow-white skin, feeling each other's warmth and tenderness.

After a long while, Zhang Xiaoyu kneaded the pink nipples that had become erect from their passion and laughed, "How was it? Comfortable?" After their previous passionate encounters, the mother and daughter seemed to have completely abandoned the constraints of their social status, readily accepting this stimulating, erotic, and unethical threesome.

Youcao said intoxicatedly, "Comfortable, so comfortable!" Her hands unconsciously continued to caress Zhang Xiaoyu's chest.

Xiu Niang didn't answer, but her actions spoke volumes. She offered her luscious, red lips, and Zhang Xiaoyu kissed them without hesitation, savoring their sweetness. The embroiderer initially responded instinctively, then warmly embraced him, culminating in a passionate embrace until she was almost breathless. Only then did Zhang Xiaoyu reluctantly pull away from her lips, which he had kissed red.

Youcao, unable to bear the sight, pouted and offered her lips to Zhang Xiaoyu. Not daring to favor one over the other, Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her crimson lips, searching for and entwining his tongue with her sweet, smooth fragrance. Youcao involuntarily extended her tongue slightly, which Zhang Xiaoyu took, biting and sucking, drawing out her tongue and saliva.

Beauty doesn't bewitch, but intoxicates. If this were just a dream, Zhang Xiaoyu would wish it to last forever, never to wake up. But this was undeniable reality, more real and believable than a dream—the beauty of the woman right before his eyes. Zhang Xiaoyu's hands roamed freely, caressing and kneading the mother and daughter. Then he leaned down and kissed the embroiderer.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu kissing his mother, Youcao pouted and said, "Husband, you're really good to Mother!" Zhang Xiaoyu sniffed and asked, "Mother, can you smell it?" The embroiderer, who was enjoying Zhang Xiaoyu's caress, took a deep sniff and, after confirming that she couldn't smell anything, asked in confusion, "I can't smell anything!" "Jealousy! Didn't you notice?" Upon hearing this, Youcao playfully punched Zhang Xiaoyu beside her, saying coquettishly, "Who's jealous? You're talking nonsense." The embroiderer then laughed in realization. Youcao buried her head in the embroiderer's arms, saying sweetly, "Mom, you're laughing at me too." Zhang Xiaoyu looked at her charming and lovely appearance, like a rosebud just beginning to bloom, and laughed happily, "I didn't say anything. You just confessed without being asked." "Hmph, you still dare to say that! Mom, you have to teach him a lesson." Youcao blushed and didn't dare to look up at Zhang Xiaoyu.

Instead of helping, the embroiderer retorted, "Mom can't help you, you'd better do it yourself!" Youcao shook off the embroiderer's embrace and said pitifully, "Fine! Mom, you've got a lover, so you're ignoring your daughter." The embroiderer glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu, seeing him looking at her with a grin, her fair face flushed, and she retorted in a sweet voice, "He's still your lover, isn't he?" Youcao retorted defiantly, "You're the head of the household, someone else's first wife, can't you say a few words to her?" The embroiderer couldn't help but slap Youcao's little upturned bottom and spat, "You brat, what nonsense are you talking about?" Youcao, whose sensitive spot was attacked, let out a soft "hmm."

Zhang Xiaoyu watched with great interest as the mother and daughter bickered over the same man. The beautiful sight of the embroiderer lightly slapping Youcao's buttocks, accompanied by her intriguing moans, fueled his anger.

The girl, Youcao, blushed crimson, her cheeks flushing bright red all the way to her ears, her eyes glistening with tears that reflected her own image. She cried out in shame, "Mom, you, the first wife, are so heartless as to hit your own daughter, who's just a concubine, to protect your husband!" The embroiderer, her face flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, retorted in a soft voice, "You shameless brat! You dare say anything!" She raised her hand, ready to slap her again.

Youcao, realizing the situation was amiss, crawled to Zhang Xiaoyu's other side, using him as a shield. She made a mocking face at the embroiderer, giggling, "You can't hit me, you can't hit me..." The embroiderer, exasperated, said, "Fine, then you won't share a bed with me anymore." Youcao, unconcerned, giggled, "Okay! Mom wants to have it all to herself." Then, with a sly smile, she added, "I'm just afraid I won't be able to handle it and will have to call for help." The embroiderer, thinking of Zhang Xiaoyu's prowess, felt a surge of shame, her face flushing red. She unconsciously shifted slightly, but refused to yield to her daughter's words, saying, "I'm just afraid some people will be unable to bear it and will fall into my trap." The mother and daughter's conversation grew increasingly ambiguous and steamy, making Zhang Xiaoyu's mind race and his desires awaken. He felt his little Xiaoyu already erect and ready for battle.

The embroiderer, gazing at her daughter's white, plump bottom, was consumed by vengeance. Without a second thought, she moved closer and lightly slapped it. The beautiful white skin and pink bottom instantly rippled, creating a dazzling and alluring scene.

Zhang Xiaoyu stared, his eyes wide, and he involuntarily swallowed, saying, "Mother, a few more." The embroiderer obediently raised her hand and gently slapped her daughter's bottom a few more times. Her eyes gleamed with a dreamy light as she watched her daughter's bottom gradually redden, leaving behind streaks of red handprints. The red and white marks mingled, exuding an enticing fragrance. The innocent and adorable daughter was being disciplined by her mature and beautiful mother in front of the same man with whom she shared a close mother-daughter relationship.

Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes burned with desire. He reached out and touched Youcao's plump buttocks. The smooth, soft flesh of her buttocks filled him with admiration. He greedily caressed and kneaded them, gently stroking and kneading Youcao's fleshy buttocks. Youcao,

already blushing and her face flushed, her fair cheeks now rosy and alluring. She was breathtakingly beautiful. The shy beauty unconsciously parted her slightly trembling lips, letting out a soft, indistinct breath: "Mmm... Husband... Don't... do this..." Zhang Xiaoyu, burning with desire, impatiently lifted Youcao's long, smooth legs, making her straddle his lap facing him. He kissed her passionately. Youcao opened her mouth slightly, accepting Zhang Xiaoyu's sweet kiss. She wrapped her arms around Zhang Xiaoyu's neck and passionately kissed him back.

Youcao felt a flame rapidly spreading through her body, and she gradually began to kiss Zhang Xiaoyu, her soft moans growing louder. Zhang Xiaoyu, also infected by Youcao's passion, wrapped one arm around her slender waist and the other up her full breasts, slowly kneading them.

Zhang Xiaoyu then pulled Xiu Niang over, embracing both of them—a stunning mother and daughter—into his arms. His hands roamed over their bodies, their mature beauty and youthful allure like twin blossoms. Inhaling the rich fragrance emanating from the mother and daughter, and caressing their equally smooth skin, Zhang Xiaoyu felt a surge of satisfaction.

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