Long Aotian pushed the door open. The steam inside was thick, swirling like a white mist, carrying the scent of medicinal herbs and something else... something musky, something sweet, and something undeniably feminine.
Just what is this smell? This smell makes his Yang go burrr.
The atmosphere was also a little hot.
"Mother?"
He saw her immediately. She was sitting on the floor, leaning against the marble wall, her skin flushed a deep, alluring crimson.
Her towel had slipped, revealing the full, magnificent curve of her body. Her chest heaved with every ragged breath, her eyes hazy and filled with a terrifying, primal hunger.
Gulp!
He couldn't help but swallow... This was the first time he had seen her naked. Matter of fact, this was the first time he saw a naked woman with his raw eyes.
She looked up at him, and a shudder wracked her frame. "Son... don't... don't look..."
But her body betrayed her words. Her legs parted involuntarily, and she let out a soft, pleading whimper. The pill was forcing her Yin energy to circulate wildly, creating a vacuum that desperately needed to be filled by Yang energy. Without it, the energy would turn chaotic and potentially damage her foundation.
Long Aotian's eyes darkened. He understood immediately. This wasn't just arousal; it was a physiological reaction to the Body-Strengthening Pill. Her meridians had been opened, but her cultivation base was zero. The excess energy had nowhere to go but to manifest as lust.
Luckily it manifested as lust and not as anger.
However, it's impossible for a normal mortal woman to have such an effect unless she has learned to circulate her energy.
"Mother, you're in danger," Long Aotian said.
"The pill's energy is stagnating. You need to release it."
"I... I can't..." She gasped, her hands clutching at her breasts, trying to alleviate the burning sensation. "It hurts... Aotian, help me..."
She reached out a hand, her fingers trembling.
Long Aotian didn't hesitate. He locked the door behind him and stepped forward, shedding his clothes with efficient movements as if he was born for this very moment.
He was the only source of Yang energy strong enough to guide her through this. If he didn't help her, she could suffer internal injuries.
Bless Heaven, bless Buddha. It was a god-sent opportunity. How could he let it go? If he wanted he could help her while maintaining normal boundaries but sometimes you have to be selfish. Sometimes you have to put your interest before anyone else.
He knelt beside her and pulled her into his arms. Her skin was burning hot, like a furnace.
"Aotian..." she moaned, her sanity hanging by a thread. She buried her face in his neck, inhaling his scent deeply. It smelled of rain, earth, and pure masculinity; the only thing that could quench the fire inside her.
She is but a woman. It is only natural.
"Trust me, Mother," he whispered into her ear, his hand gently stroking her back. "I will help you circulate the energy. Just relax."
However, there was a perverted glint in his eyes.
He lifted her chin and captured her lips.
The kiss was explosive.
It wasn't the chaste kiss of a son and mother, or a pure kiss of lovers... It was a passionate and demanding kiss of a man. Long Aotian poured his Qi into her, a cool, soothing stream that battled the raging fire in her veins.
She melted against him, her soft body molding to his hard frame. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Her tongue dueled with his, hungry and desperate.
Long Aotian's hands roamed over her body, caressing her smooth skin, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips.
He kneaded her breasts, heavy and full in his palms, feeling the hard peaks press against him.
He enjoyed the sensation of her soft body. Truly ancestors were correct, a man isn't conquered by the hardness of battle but the softness of a female.
"Nnngh..." She broke the kiss, gasping for air, her eyes rolling back. "More... I need more..."
Long Aotian laid her gently on the soft bath mat. The steam swirled around them, creating a private, heated world.
He looked down at her, taking in her beauty, flushed skin, disheveled hair, parted lips, and eyes filled with adoration and lust.
She looked beautiful...
"Mother..."
He positioned himself between her legs. He didn't have a habit of wearing underwear.
His erection pressed against her slick entrance. He didn't enter immediately, instead, he teased her, rubbing his length against her folds, coating himself in her nectar.
She looked at him, her eyes hazy. "Aotian... I... I... I want to tell you that, I am not a virgin."
"Shush..." He placed his finger on her lips. "It's okay mother... I understand."
By looking at her hips, one can tell she has given birth. She must have a past but Long Aotian isn't interested in her past.
He continued to rub his rod... Actually, he wanted to insert it inside but she was very slippery. He couldn't find the right angle.
"Guide me mother..." He said in a soft tone. He felt a little stupid.
She bit her lower lip, her face burning with shame, but the desire was too strong to ignore. She reached down and grasped his thick, hard shaft.
It was hot and heavy in her hand, pulsing with life. She guided him to her entrance, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Here..." she whispered, positioning him at her tight opening. Her outer petals spread open, and he pushed forward slowly.
Her walls stretched around him, tight and hot.
"Ahhh!" She cried out, her back arching off the floor. It felt so good to be filled.
He groaned at the sensation of being enveloped by her warmth. She was incredibly tight, clenching his rod hard.
He pushed deeper, burying himself to the hilt inside her.
"Hnnghhh!" She moaned uncontrollably, her nails digging into his shoulders leaving red marks but unable to penetrate deeper.
He stayed still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size.
His dick wasn't massive, but it was humble and modest—9 Inch, extra thick and veiny— something not overly top.
He began to move.
He pulled out slowly, almost all the way, before thrusting back in hard.
Slap!
The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the bathroom, mingling with their moans and gasps.
"Nnnghhh...." Her eyes rolled harder, mouth wide open. "Ee... Mmm... Be... Be gentle.."
Her body arched, a silent scream caught in her throat as he filled her completely. The stretch was exquisite, a burning fullness that chased away the chaotic heat and replaced it with a different, all-consuming fire. Her inner walls fluttered around him, gripping him with a desperate, rhythmic pulse.
"O-Ok... Forgive me mother... I was overwhelmed. The feeling was very good, I couldn't control myself," he said earnestly.
It felt like he was in heaven. And the was also the feeling of his soul being sucked from his dick into her vagina.
It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
"Y-You... are forgivennnn... Nnn... You are stretching me so muchhh!" She gasped, her legs wrapping around his waist.
He started to move faster, his hips snapping against hers with increasing force.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Aotian... I'm... I'm going to..." She couldn't form words, her mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.
She felt a pressure building up inside her. It was too much, too intense. It was very quick.
He leaned down and captured her lips in another searing kiss, swallowing her cries. His tongue invaded her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Let go, Mother," he whispered against her lips, his breath hot and heavy. "I've got you."
She clung to him, her nails leaving red marks on his skin. She couldn't hold back any longer.
"Ahhh! Aotian! I'm... I'm...!" Her body tensed, every muscle taut as a bowstring.
He felt her walls clench around him, so tight it was almost painful. He could feel her orgasm in the form of hot and cold currents inside her. Her pussy was trying to milk him, squeezing him rhythmically.
"Hnnnggghhhhhh!!!! Ahhh, ahhhh, mmmm.... Cummmmminggggg!!!"
Her climax hit her like a tsunami. Her body convulsed, and she trembled in his arms, her inner walls spasming around him. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Her vision blurred, and she saw stars.
But he didn't stop. He kept thrusting into her, prolonging her pleasure.
Squelch! Squelch!
"Mother, are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned.
She nodded, still trying to catch her breath. "Yes... I'm fine. Keep going," she managed to say. Each time he thrust inside her, she felt a strange sensation moving through her body.
He smiled and kissed her again.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. The most primal instinct inside him was telling him to ram her harder and breed her like a slut.
The feeling of her tight walls clenching around him was driving him crazy. He wanted to fill her with his cum, to claim her as his own.
He angled his hips, aiming for her G-spot.
He could feel her body responding, her moans becoming louder and more desperate as his length hit her soft spot.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" She gasped, her legs tightening around his waist. She was losing control, her body taking over.
He could feel her muscles contracting, her inner walls fluttering around him. He knew she was close to another orgasm.
"Mother... Are you going to cum again? Am I that good?" He felt proud. It has been only few minutes, and he was about to make her cum twice. It's only natural to feel proud.
He had heard the men cum very early when it's their first time, but look at him.
She nodded, unable to speak. She felt little ashamed to be this weak. It felt like it was the matter of ego now.