Record of the Alluring Mother and Beautiful Wife - NTR-Chapter 48: Mommy’s Black‑Stockinged Throne‑Landing Seduction (18+)
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Mommy’s Black‑Stockinged Throne‑Landing Seduction
Is this the outfit Mother and Old Hao bought yesterday?
It shouldn’t be...
It must be Mother deliberately dressing up like this. But this outfit is just too beautiful not lacking in immortal aura, yet overflowing with seductive charm, making it impossible to look away...
Mother floated not far from us, hovering steadily in mid-air, her gaze sweeping over everyone.
From her expression, it was clear she was very satisfied with everyone’s attention.
The faint smile on her lips seemed to say she had expected such a reaction all along.
"Wow... Mother-in-law is so beautiful... even more than in the he " Lingxi exclaimed, but stopped herself halfway, glancing wide-eyed at Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother.
Fortunately, both were already captivated by Mother’s beauty, their eyes dazed, not noticing she nearly slipped up.
Then Mother’s figure flickered, and she leaped lightly from the flying sword. Her movements were as light as a feather.
As Mother descended from the sky, it was as if time slowed. Her jet-black hair fluttered in the wind, her white shawl billowed high, and the full breasts beneath her silver-white dudou quivered gently. Her white silk panties clung tightly to her triangle, outlining a plump "camel toe."
At the moment she landed, her black silk-clad legs bent to absorb the impact, her five toes spreading slightly, petals blooming beneath the black silk, then gripping the ground, making one’s heart itch.
Finally, the white shawl floated down, covering her beautiful back like a celestial maiden descending, or a seductress entering the mortal world.
Mother steadied herself after landing, spun around, her white shawl fluttering, slender waist flashing in and out of view, her beautiful eyes sweeping over us with a soft, alluring look.
"Clang..."
Her long sword, losing its spiritual energy, dropped to the ground, snapping everyone out of their daze...
"Master’s wife..." Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother said in unison, their voices hoarse as if their throats were blocked.
Wang Zheng didn’t speak, but his gaze was fixed, and I stood aside, pretending to be calm.
This vixen is seducing people again.
"Seeing you all working so hard at cultivation, today I’ll cook for you," Mother said with a gentle laugh, her tone light and doting. She paused, then added, "Is anyone planning to help? Only one person is needed, though."
As she finished, she quickly winked at me when no one was looking everything said without words...
As soon as she spoke, Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother became anxious.
Senior Brother shot up, even slyly nudging Second Senior Brother, causing him to slip and fail to stand up.
"Master’s wife, I’ll help you..." Senior Brother called out first, his face full of pride.
Second Senior Brother, frustrated, scrambled up, cursing,
"Qingzhu, you bastard, playing dirty..."
But he was a step too late and could only glare at Senior Brother’s back helplessly.
Mother laughed softly:
"Come on, Qingzhu."
She turned and walked toward the kitchen, her white shawl floating in the wind, black silk feet stepping on the bluestone, making a sound impossible to describe so sexy it seemed to lure prey in. No, there was no need to lure; the prey would gladly leap into the trap.
At this moment, Senior Brother became the "prey," happily following, even turning back to shoot a smug look at Second Senior Brother.
After Mother left, I felt the temperature in the training ground drop noticeably.
Perhaps it was her arrival that unknowingly heated the atmosphere, and now, with her gone, the air felt cooler.
I stood there, squinting as I recalled her landing, my heart still itching.
Suddenly, I wondered why was Mother alone? Where was the Earth Immortal? I sent a mental message: "Mom, where’s the Earth Immortal?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Mother’s voice quickly came back, tinged with mock anger: "Hmph... you peeked at us yesterday?"
My heart tightened oh no, I’d forgotten about that. Luckily, Mother was only pretending to be angry, snorting softly as she replied, "She said she was going out for a bit and will be back in a few days."
I let out a sigh of relief.
"And... don’t mention the Earth Immortal to anyone else..."
What does that mean? Is Mother planning to keep the Earth Immortal’s thousand-year-old virgin secret?
Looks like Mother and the Earth Immortal can get along peacefully...
Forget it, as long as she comes back it’s not like the Longevity Pill can be refined without the Taisui.
I withdrew my thoughts and looked back at the others in the training ground.
Wang Zheng’s gaze wasn’t following Mother’s back, but was fixed on Lingxi, his eyes burning with intensity.
When I looked back at him, he quickly averted his gaze, looking embarrassed.
He touched his chest, pulled out a letter, and walked over to hand it to me, speaking softly: "Young Master Lin, the letter is ready. Please have a look."
I nodded, took the letter, and read it. The handwriting was neat, mentioning gathering the master and several old barbarian soldiers at the town below the mountain. The tone was sincere but subtle just right.
I glanced at Wang Zheng; he stood beside me, head down, waiting for my response.
At this moment, Second Senior Brother was still looking regretful, as if missing the chance to help Mother cook was his life’s greatest loss.
I walked over, smiling as I patted his shoulder: "Second Senior Brother didn’t get to help Mother, so help me instead take this letter to the post station."
Second Senior Brother quickly put away his gloomy face, took the letter, and nodded: "Alright, leave it to me!"
He patted his chest and turned to go. At this moment, Lingxi tugged my arm, sidling up and whispering sweetly: "Husband, I want new clothes too..."
Her voice was soft, her big eyes blinking expectantly.
Women’s love of beauty really knows no bounds.
Lingxi, seeing Mother’s outfit, was clearly envious. I guessed she was thinking how seductive she’d look in such clothes.
I smiled helplessly and nodded: "Why don’t you go down the mountain with Second Senior Brother?"
"Can’t Brother Wang come too?" Lingxi tilted her head, sounding innocent.
I pinched her cheek, pretending to be annoyed: "What are you thinking?"
Lingxi stuck out her tongue playfully. I continued teasing: "Why not let Second Senior Brother pick for you? He already knows your measurements, hehe."
"Hate you, husband..." Lingxi blushed, pouting as she lightly punched me, then nodded: "I’ll go with Second Senior Brother then."
"Okay, be quick." I waved, watching her skip off after Second Senior Brother, sighing softly women...
Now only Wang Zheng and I were left in the training ground. Wang Zheng, seeing Lingxi leave with Second Senior Brother, looked a bit disappointed.
But after meeting my gaze, he gradually relaxed.
I watched him carefully; fortunately, his gaze, though complex, wasn’t strange at least on the surface, he seemed calm.
I looked at him and said lightly: "She’s free." The words were casual, but drew a line in the air.
Wang Zheng was silent a moment, then bowed deeply, hands clasped, not saying a word.
The gesture was solemn, as if acknowledging my generosity.
I paused, then asked: "What are your plans now? Any thoughts?"
My gaze lingered on his face, trying to see what this barbarian leader was really thinking.
Wang Zheng looked up, his voice low but firm: "I just want those ’elderly’ barbarian soldiers to live a few more years."
A hint of emotion flashed in his eyes, his tone holding no calculation, only a simple determination.
I nodded, realizing there was nothing more to ask.
Wang Zheng seemed rough, but was actually thoughtful; but this sounded sincere.
I narrowed my eyes, not pressing further.
I suddenly asked: "Do you know what we’re cultivating?" My tone was casual, as if chatting.
"I can guess." Wang Zheng replied softly, his eyes flickering, saying no more.
"The Longevity Art." I said bluntly, looking at him. "If you want to cultivate, you can ask my two senior brothers just say I allowed it. But you must promise, without my permission, you can’t tell anyone else."
Wang Zheng’s expression changed, clear excitement in his eyes.
He swallowed, clasped his hands again, his voice a bit hoarse: "Thank you, Young Master Lin!" His big frame trembled slightly, showing his sincerity.
The Longevity Art is probably everywhere by now, but the real key is the Longevity Pill.
But Wang Zheng didn’t know that.
Even if he figures it out later, the secret of the Longevity Pill is still in my hands he’ll have to rely on me.
I waved him off, saying no more, and walked toward my room.
Sunlight fell on the bluestone ground, footsteps echoing softly, the bustle of the training ground now completely gone.
As I walked, I focused my mind, wanting to see what Mother was doing.
The image appeared Mother was in the kitchen, directing Senior Brother as he chopped vegetables.
She stood by the stove, finger pointing, her tone light but with a hint of authority, like a mistress in control of everything.
Senior Brother handled the knife skillfully, following her instructions with a big grin, happily preparing the food as she asked.
He kept sneaking glances at Mother, his eyes full of adoration.
But because he was distracted, he’d already cut his hand several times, though he didn’t care.
"Be careful..." Mother chided, concern in her voice.
"Hehe... Master’s wife is so beautiful..."
Mother rolled her eyes at his flattery, then ignored the sycophant.
After a while, Senior Brother finally finished, wiped his hands, and looked up at her.
Mother glanced at her wide white shawl, then snorted softly, took it off, and tossed it to Senior Brother.
Now she was wearing only black stockings and white silk panties, her upper body clad only in a silver-white dudou.
The thin fabric clung to her full breasts, the dark tips faintly visible. Her waist was slender, and a fiery phoenix tattoo peeked out from her lower back, dazzling and seductive.
Senior Brother’s eyes widened in excitement, his hands gripping the shawl as he took a step forward.
Mother turned and glared at him, "Go on, still need to cook." She started frying the food.
Her slender hand gripped the spatula, her movements skilled, reminding me of an afternoon on Earth when she’d cooked with the same focus except now, with every stir, her breasts quivered beneath the dudou, and her panties hugged her hips, making her look like the most delicious dish.
Not only was I drooling Senior Brother was already transfixed.
He stood by the stove, still holding the shawl, his eyes wide as saucers, mouth unconsciously drooling, looking ridiculous and lustful.
But Mother focused on each dish, the heat making her sweat, beads running down her neck and soaking her dudou.
The fabric clung even tighter, the nipples clearly visible beneath the thin gauze, trembling with her breath, making one’s lower body harden.
When the last dish was done, Mother wiped her brow.
At that moment, she leaned against the stove, her long hair messy on her shoulder, a few strands sticking to her sweaty face, looking tired but still charming, her red lips pursed as if she’d just finished a tryst.
She found a wooden chair and sat down, crossing her black silk legs, swinging them gently irresistibly seductive...
Senior Brother somehow produced an old fan, and hurried over to fan her.
The fan whooshed, sending a breeze that lifted Mother’s hair. He grinned, looking like a dog eager to please its master.
Mother smiled at him, her eyes curving, her voice soft as she praised: "Qingzhu, you’re so considerate."
Her tone was doting, but with a hint of teasing, as if rewarding his attentiveness.
Mother continued, "Standing so long, my feet are sore." She looked down at her black silk-clad feet, her toes wiggling playfully in the stockings, then curling, as if relieving the ache.
The silk wrapped her slender feet in graceful curves, making one want to grab them.
Senior Brother seemed to get the hint, put down the fan, and carefully lifted Mother’s feet.
His rough hands cradled them gently, as if afraid to hurt her, his big frame half-kneeling before her, looking almost comically reverent.
"Master’s wife, let me massage you." Senior Brother said softly, his touch gentle as if handling porcelain.
His thick fingers pressed her soles, the toes in the stockings spreading and curling, exuding a strange eroticism.
Mother giggled, her eyes teasing as if to say:
Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.
She leaned back, relaxed, enjoying the massage...
Senior Brother’s rough hands stroked her silk-clad feet, his gaze soft as if admiring a treasure, not just lustful.
"Master’s wife... your tattoo..." Unexpectedly, Senior Brother spoke, his voice stammering as he asked about the tattoo on Mother’s body.
I was delighted this fool actually brought that up. I wondered how Mother would respond.
"Tattoo... what about it?"
Mother, as if on purpose, lifted her dudou, revealing the peony tattoo on her lower belly.
The bright red petals bloomed on her white skin, dazzlingly seductive.
She turned slightly, her tone flirty: "Don’t you like it?"
"No... it’s beautiful..." Senior Brother stammered, his face as red as a cooked shrimp, his eyes glued to the tattoo, unable to say more.
This fool probably didn’t even know what he wanted to ask so naive, probably just dazed by Mother’s beauty.
Seeing him tongue-tied, Mother lifted one foot and gently pressed it on his broad shoulder, her toes curling inside the black silk as she scraped his cheek, her tone teasing:
"So what?"
She raised her eyebrows, playful, as if toying with a clumsy dog.
This move spread her legs, the white silk panties clinging to her lower body, exposed before Senior Brother’s eyes.
The "camel toe" was clearly visible through the thin gauze, more tempting than outright nudity, with a faint heat wafting out.
Even I, peeking, couldn’t help but take a deep breath, trying to catch the musky, sweet scent wafting from between Mother’s thighs...
Senior Brother inhaled deeply, his big body unconsciously leaning closer.
The leg on his shoulder bent at the knee as he approached, then slid down, the black silk calf hooking behind his back.
He knelt before Mother, lowering his head until his nose almost touched the white panties, sniffing hard like a dog smelling meat.
Mother giggled, her slender hand reaching to stroke his face, fingers slowly rubbing behind his ear, both teasing and soothing.
Finally, Senior Brother couldn’t stand it, let out a low whimper like a starving dog, and buried his face between Mother’s thighs.
His rough breath blew against the panties, making a muffled "huff" sound, his eyes bloodshot, his face flushed like a cooked pig’s liver.
Mother shivered at his sudden move, letting out a soft moan, half laughing, half scolding: "Gentler, mm~... we still have to eat later."
Her voice was so sweet it could drip honey, doting and indulgent but also teasing, making even me, peeking, burn with arousal.
"Tsk tsk... slurp slurp..."
Senior Brother licked through her panties, his rough tongue pressing against the thin gauze, making wet sounds.
From my angle, I couldn’t see the details beneath the panties, but in my mind, I pictured them soaked with saliva, turning transparent, revealing the pink lips beneath, the musky, sweet scent seeming to drift from the image into my nose.
Seeing Mother’s pleased moans, greedy Senior Brother grabbed her thighs, spreading her black silk-clad legs wide.
Mother nearly slid off the chair from the sudden move, her body wobbling, her breasts trembling beneath the dudou an incredibly seductive sight.
She reached out to smack Senior Brother’s head, scolding playfully: "You silly boy, you scared me!"
Her tone was mock reproach, but her fingers ruffled his hair, both comforting and teasing.
Senior Brother grinned foolishly, his big hands holding Mother’s suspended buttocks, fingers sinking into her tense flesh, thumbs pressing on either side of the slit, gently prying it open as he bent down to lick more.
"Mm~... ah..."
Mother’s legs, no longer held, still spread wide, her black silk toes curling in the air, expressing her pleasure.
After a while, Mother said:
"Alright... alright... it’s broad daylight... we still have to eat... how about tonight, good disciple?"
Her tone was like coaxing a kindergartener. Senior Brother, hearing this, seemed both satisfied and reluctant, burying his head for a few more hard licks, making Mother cry out twice, her body shuddering, legs twitching, before he finally lifted his head, face flushed, mouth glistening with saliva.
Mother propped herself up, flushed with desire, one black silk foot tapping the floor, the other pressing on Senior Brother’s crotch, "Go get... my shoes..."
Her tone was like ordering a loyal dog.
Senior Brother couldn’t help but thrust his hips, rubbing twice before answering happily, "Okay... Master’s wife."
He soon returned with a pair of jade high heels, his big hand gently brushing her sole, making Mother giggle, before carefully putting them on her...
Written at the start: These two Chapters are very intense if you can’t handle it... if you haven’t finished... I suggest you stop now and save your energy for next time, hehe
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