TAOIST MOTHER NTR

TAOIST MOTHER NTR

Chapter 8: The Closed Palace and the Rising Fire

"You scoundrel… if you keep talking nonsense, your master… will cut out your vile tongue…"

My mother endured the itching between her legs, her small mouth slightly open, her phoenix eyes, which had been hazy before, flashing with a rare glimmer of rationality. However, every sensitive cell in her delicate body was making a silent protest, as if it might surrender at any moment to the large, masculine-smelling penis in front of her.

No matter how high one's cultivation level or how deep one's Taoist practice, a woman's feminine instincts will inevitably be released in the end.

"Master , you must be joking~ How could you bear to cut off your precious tongue? These past few days in your boudoir, my two brothers and I have certainly served you well with our tongues~"

Huan Chong grinned slyly, his large penis not idle, but continued to rub against my mother's honeyed vulva with increasing speed. My mother's long, snow-white, plump legs were tightly held between his arms, and the mature fairy's body was covered in fragrant sweat. Even her plump, juicy buttocks unconsciously kept moving towards his penis, as if she couldn't wait to put her beloved disciple's big cock into her honeyed vulva. Because she had been held tightly for a long time, my mother's whole body seemed to be without blood, only her brain was dizzy, and her pupils rolled upward from time to time. Her small nostrils curled up in a subtle arc, and even the nasal cavity could be seen.

The little feet in white socks kept moving back and forth, and the five delicate toes almost burst the slender white socks.

Huan Chong's endowment was already abundant, and at this moment his penis was almost scimitar-shaped, with the glans slightly curved and raised. The veiny shaft parted the two plump labia majora, rubbing up and down on the vulva. The hot glans would sometimes scrape against my mother's constantly spasming and trembling clitoris, and sometimes scrape against the slightly messy pubic hair on the mature fairy's fertile mons pubis. My mother's slightly curly pubic hair added a touch of stimulation to Huan Chong's extremely sensitive glans. This extremely blatant teasing made the mature fairy, who had been deprived for a long time, almost collapse at any moment. The ultimate orgasm seemed to be just around the corner.

"No… really… don't… come in quickly…"

"Master… Ahh… No… There… It's going to… It's coming out…"

The mountaintop breeze, which should have been crisp and clear, was now carrying a strong, pungent, feminine scent. I covered my head with both hands, trying to block out all sounds and images like an ostrich, but the damned, lewd sounds of the men and women still seeped into my heart.

"What do you want, my dear master's wife? Just tell me, and I'll get it for you right away!"

Huan Chong stared gleefully at the Taoist fairy in his arms, who was being teased and developed to the point of near madness. This kind of training of the nationally renowned leader of the Human Sect, whose mother was still alive, was giving this unknown lowlife the ultimate pleasure. Half a month ago, he was thinking of taking advantage of the fairy with the mentality that he might as well risk his life. Who would have thought that my mother, whose cultivation had already passed the Nascent Soul stage, was ultimately just a woman. By chance, he got on the pirate ship of the Huan brothers, and from then on, there was no stopping him.

My mother was driven almost mad by the large, seemingly magical object rubbing against her. Her soft, fragrant flesh trembled uncontrollably, and her juices flowed like a burst dam from her flower chamber, threatening to erupt at any moment. She desperately tried to suppress the desire hidden deep within her heart. Although my mother was the head of the Taoist sect, the Snow-Clearing Goddess, and Han Ningyan, the Heavenly Sect's Ningbo Goddess of the Qingdao Temple on Mount Tai, who were the two current leaders of the Taoist sect, their bedroom arts differed. Therefore, my mother had not had any sexual relations since Father's death. It had been a full eighteen years since she had been penetrated by a male organ and experienced the pleasure of sex.

To help female cultivators cultivate, the Taoist patriarch, Bixia Yuanjun, Gu Jiuci, passed down two secret bedroom arts: one ...