Wang Yaruo rode on her brother's back, using her small, delicate vagina to quickly manipulate his large penis. She was enjoying it so much that she didn't want to leave.
But she was always a well-behaved child, and her mother seemed to be in a somewhat unusual state at the moment; she needed the fort that her brother's penis could provide.
So, she sat down on him several more times, allowing his penis to stimulate her thoroughly before reluctantly standing up.
With a soft "pop," the large head of his penis withdrew from her tender vagina, leaving behind a thick stream of lubrication.
Wang Yue immediately stood up and maneuvered his mother's sexy body, making her kneel on the stage facing the "father" in the audience. He lifted her long skirt, knelt behind her, and placed his hands on her round, white buttocks.
But instead of rushing to insert his penis, he turned to Wang Yaruo and said, "Little sister, help us show how filial we are to our mother."
"Okay," Wang Yaruo agreed gladly. She squatted down beside her brother, took his penis in her hand, which was still covered with her own lubrication, and guided the head of the penis towards her mother's wet vagina.
Wang Yue then began to move his hips forward, slowly pushing the large head of his penis into Xue Yan's tender, smooth vagina.
"Mmm…" The intense sense of shyness and conflict made Xue Yan even more sensitive. Even with such a gentle insertion, she couldn't help but let out soft moans.
Xue Yan's vagina was the first one Wang Yue had ever penetrated; he was extremely familiar with it. He moved effortlessly forward until his penis was pletely inside her.
"Mom, does it feel good?" Wang Yue asked, enjoying the sensation of his penis being tightly held by her vagina.
Under normal circumstances, Xue Yan would have already started to moan loudly, urging him to push harder. But now, she bit her lip, trying not to make a sound and refusing to answer his question.
Wang Yue wasn't in a hurry. He began to move his penis in and out slowly, each time only leaving half of the penis inside her vagina while fully inserting it each time, with most of the penis going deep into her uterus.
However, the pace was very slow; it took five or six seconds for his penis to move in and out once.
Wang Yue's penis was large, and he inserted it deeply. For any woman who had not experienced him before, even such a slow pace would have caused her to reach multiple climaxes.
But Xue Yan was already accustomed to his large penis, as well as the feeling of his penis penetrating her uterus with each movement, and she was also used to his intense, vigorous strokes.
At this slow pace, she didn't feel satisfied at all; instead, it became even more unfortable for her, and her buttocks began to sway uncontrollably.
But Wang Yue still wouldn't give her what she wanted. He continued to move his penis in and out slowly and gave Wang Yaruo a signal. Using his internal energy, he silenced her voice and whispered a few words to her.
Wang Yaruo nodded, walked over to her mother, sat down, spread her legs, pulled her underwear aside, and pointed to her own tender vagina, saying, "Mom, I'm also very unfortable. Can you help me?"
This somehow relieved Xue Yan of some of her embarrassment; at least she didn't have to look up and meet Wang Jing's gaze.
She immediately reached out her hand, touched her daughter's tender vagina, and gently stroked her clitoris, labia, and vaginal opening with her fingers.
"Mom, tell me about your time with Dad." Wang Yarou enjoyed her mother's fort while following the instructions her brother had given her.
"There's nothing much to say," Xue Yan replied, somewhat resistant. After all, she was currently being penetrated by Wang Jing's son; how could she bring herself to talk about her past with Wang Jing?
"Mom, please, just tell me something." Wang Yarou coaxed her mother.
Unable to resist her daughter, Xue Yan said, "Fine, what do you want to know?"
"Tell me how you met Dad back in the day," Wang Yarou asked.
"That was at a dance party; we…" Xue Yan began, recalling those memories and telling the story.
Talking about her past with Wang Jing while being penetrated by his son gave Xue Yan a strange feeling—a mix of shame and an indescribable excitement.
Wang Yue seemed to be engrossed in what was happening; unconsciously, he increased the speed of his movements. Although it was still slower than before, it was certainly better than before.
Xue Yan began to feel increasingly fortable, and she became more talkative. She answered whatever her daughter asked, without hesitation even when it came to more private topics.
After a while, Wang Yarou suddenly asked, "Mom, tell me about Dad's penis. Is it bigger than Brother's?"
"Of course not; it's at most half the size of your brother's," Xue Yan replied, without feeling any disfort.
"Then do you find it more fortable being penetrated by Dad or by Brother?" Wang Yarou asked immediately.
"Of course, by Brother…" Xue Yan blurted out before realizing what she had said.
Wang Yarou smiled mischievously, then suddenly moved to the side, allowing her mother's gaze to meet her father's in the audience again.
She then shouted, "Dad, did you hear that? Mom says Brother's penis is bigger, and it's more fortable to be penetrated by him. So don't worry—Brother will use his big penis to make mom the happiest woman in the world."
Only then did Xue Yan realize that she had been tricked by her children, but it was too late to regret it now.
At that moment, Wang Yue suddenly stopped moving and withdrew his penis. Instead, he used the head of his penis to rub against her delicate vagina, only partially inserting it and making a few gentle strokes in the shallowest part of her body. He said, "Mom, I want you to tell Dad how happy you are right now."
Xue Yan looked up at the shadow of Wang Jing in the audience, her expression plex, but she said nothing.
Wang Yue continued to tease her mother's vagina with the head of his penis, laughing and saying, "Mom, just say it. As soon as you do, my penis will enter, and you'll have a great time!"
Xue Yan was on the verge of losing her mind from the torment. The slow yet powerful strokes he had given her earlier had pletely ignited her desire.
Now, although the friction with his penis brought her some pleasure, it was like scratching an itch through clothing—it didn't provide any relief; instead, it only made the itching worse.
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