"Okay!~~ Darling!~~ It's too much!~~ Too good!~~ I can't take it anymore!~~ Ah!~~ Hah!~~ No!~~ Ah!~~ Wife!~~ Enough, enough!~~ Ah!~~ I can't!~~ I feel like I'm going to collapse!~~ Ah!~~ Hiss!~~ Hiss!~~ So good!~~ Ah!~~ No!~~ Ah!~~ Stop!~~ Wife!~~ Ah!~~ I can't hold back anymore!~~" Harry's moans grew more and more frantic, his breathing ragged.
A powerful urge to cum surged through him, pushing Harry to the edge of release, his entire body floating in a surreal haze of pleasure.
"Hubby!~~ Quick!~~ Cum in my mouth!~~ Give it to me!~~ Mmm!~~ Slurp!~~ Slurp!~~ Slurp!~~ Give it to me!~~ I want it!~~ I want hubby's cum filling my mouth!~~ Hubby!~~ Just let it out!~~ Mmm!~~" Wanda suddenly increased the intensity of her sucking, her movements speeding up.
The tingling pleasure abruptly intensified, and Harry could no longer restrain the eruption building inside him. His body shuddered violently as a stream of clear fluid spurted from his slit, flooding Wanda's mouth in a sudden, uncontrollable release.
"Mmm!~~ Cough!~~ Slurp!~~ Mmm!~~ Cough!~~ So much!~~ Why is there so much?!~~ Mmm!~~" Wanda quickly grabbed a tissue, spitting out the liquid onto it.
"Huh? Hubby… why is your cum transparent?~~" Seeing that what she had spat out wasn't semen, Wanda immediately asked curiously.
"No… that wasn't cum… I… I just… I just had an orgasm… like… like how women squirt…" Harry buried his face in the pillow, utterly embarrassed.
The sensation of that release was clearly different from the pleasure of ejaculation, yet it felt even more incredible than cumming.
After the fluid was expelled, Harry's cock showed no signs of softening. Instead, it grew even more rigid and imposing.
"Really? Can men really squirt too? That's amazing!~~" Wanda looked at Harry's penis still trembling and secreting sticky, transparent fluid. The thick, clear liquid dripped from the slit, forming a glistening strand. She found it incredibly fascinating.
"Probably... probably yes!~~ I... I could tell I wasn't ejaculating just now... it was just... this feeling... seemed even more intense and pleasurable than... ejaculating... it must be... male squirting!"
Harry narrowed his eyes, savoring the wonderful sensation, feeling that this pleasure was truly extraordinary...
'Men can actually experience this kind of climax?'
Harry felt his entire body suddenly relax. After squirting, he didn't feel the post-ejaculation exhaustion but instead felt his whole body loosen up, as if his meridians had been unblocked. There was an indescribable lightness and comfort throughout his body.
"So men can squirt too!~~ How interesting!~~ What Hana said was right after all!~~" Wanda giggled and teasingly flicked Harry's trembling member, smiling mischievously.
"So embarrassing, hubby squirted just like a woman!~~" As she spoke, she leaned down again, lying between Harry's legs, and began gently caressing his penis with her soft, wet tongue. "Hubby, do you want more? Should I suck it out for you?"
"Knock, knock, knock..." Just then, a soft knocking sound came from outside the bedroom door.
Harry, who was about to let his wife orally pleasure him for a full release, was startled and quickly called out, "Who is it?"
Wanda was equally flustered, immediately pulling the blanket over herself and hiding under it. Blushing, she covered her mouth with her hands, her big, watery eyes darting toward the door. "Hubby... who is it? It's almost ten... who would come knocking at this hour?"
"It's me, Harry. Can I come in?" Hazel's seductive, mature voice came from outside.
Harry and Wanda exchanged puzzled glances, whispering to each other, "Why is Mom here at this time? It's almost ten..." "No idea, maybe something's up."
"Quick, put your pants on and open the door for Mom!~~" Harry hurriedly grabbed his underwear and pulled them on, then walked to the door and unlocked it, smiling at Hazel standing outside. "Mom, what brings you here?"
Seeing her son-in-law standing there nearly naked, wearing only underwear that tented prominently from his erect member, Hazel's face flushed instantly. Her eyes were already glazed with desire, her heart pounding so hard she could barely speak without trembling. She felt parched, her throat dry with excitement.
"Why can't I come? Mom's too lonely sleeping alone. I want you two to keep me company tonight."
As she spoke, Hazel stepped into the room, glancing at her daughter, who was hiding under the blanket and staring at her strangely, then stated bluntly, "Wanda, Mom feels too cold and lonely sleeping alone. Tonight, I'm staying here with you two. My precious son and daughter can keep me company. Wanda, is that okay?"
Though her words sounded like a request, they were more of a command. The filial and obedient Wanda would never refuse Hazel. After a brief moment of confusion, she quickly replied, "Of course, Mom! Then you can sleep here with me tonight. I'll have Harry sleep on the sofa!"
"Why are you sending Harry away? This bed is big enough for three! Mom wouldn't dream of separating you two lovebirds just to sleep with you. If you send Harry away, you're sending me away too!"
Hazel's purpose for coming was Harry. If Wanda sent him away, Hazel's trip would be wasted. There was no way she'd allow that.
Earlier in her bedroom, Hazel had tossed and turned, waiting impatiently for her son-in-law for over two hours.
But the promised visit never came, leaving the lust-filled, desperate Hazel unable to wait any longer. She had to take matters into her own hands and come herself.
Seeing her strong, nearly naked son-in-law and the massive tent in his underwear, Hazel's lower half was already soaked with arousal. The fire inside her burned uncontrollably, threatening to consume her entirely.
"Huh? All three of us sleeping together...?" Wanda blinked in surprise, but seeing Hazel's serious expression, she quickly agreed. "Okay, Mom. Then tonight, the three of us will sleep together. We'll chat and keep you company before bed."
"Good, then Mom will take the south side." Hazel shot Harry a seductive glance before eagerly slipping under the covers.
Seeing the two beautiful women lying there—a mother-daughter pair—Harry's imagination ran wild.
He never expected his mother-in-law to be so bold. When he didn't come to her, she came to him instead, even insisting on sharing the bed with Wanda!
Harry was already burning with desire, and the thought alone was unbearably exciting. He couldn't wait to see what would happen next!
"Harry, why are you just standing there? Get in bed, don't catch a cold!~~" After hiding under the blanket, Hazel glanced at Harry, who was frozen awkwardly by the bed, and urged him impatiently.
"Okay... got it, Mom!" Hearing her mother in law's urging, Harry excitedly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and immediately sneakily lifted the blanket to slip under the covers.
One bed, three people: mother, daughter, and son in law...
The peculiar relationship made the atmosphere on the bed awkward yet filled with ambiguous tension.
Whether it was Hazel, Harry, or Wanda, all three felt somewhat uncomfortable and awkward for a moment, unable to speak. They could only silently observe each other, waiting for someone to break the silence.
After a long silence, it was the more experienced Hazel who finally spoke up first: "Why isn't anyone talking? Does my being here make you two feel uneasy?"
"No, Mom! Of course not..." Wanda replied awkwardly, her face flushing with nervousness and shyness as she realized she was completely naked under the covers.
"No, no, no... How could we feel uneasy? We're overjoyed... hehehe..." Harry quickly followed up with a laugh, addressing Hazel.
These words were sincere from Harry's heart. At this moment, he was truly exhilarated. The thought of what might happen next filled him with an indescribable thrill.
"Wanda, do you remember when you were little?
Back then, you loved sleeping with Mom.
Every night, you'd insist on Mom holding you, coaxing you, and stroking Mom's hair until you fell asleep. Even after Mom gave birth to your younger sister Clara, you still clung to me. At that time, Mom had to take care of you while also looking after Clara, often so exhausted that I couldn't sleep properly all night. Your dad back then was always out playing mahjong, coming home late into the night... Ah... Looking back now, I really don't know how I managed to get through those days." Hazel turned gently toward Wanda, lovingly stroking her daughter's long hair as she spoke with a smile: "Wanda, I wish you were still that little girl who loved clinging to Mom. Why don't you stroke Mom's hair again?"
"Mom! ~~" Wanda was moved to tears by Hazel's emotional words, her heart overflowing with gratitude and guilt toward her mother.
Her trembling hand slowly reached out, gently caressing her mother's long hair. Wanda felt as if she had returned to her childhood. Suddenly, she tightly embraced Hazel, sobbing as she said, "Mom, you've worked so hard! Now that we've grown up, the three of us—including Harry—will take good care of you! We'll never let you suffer again!"
Just as Wanda finished her emotional words, her face suddenly turned red with tension.
A pair of warm hands had stealthily reached around from behind her, sliding along her slender, delicate waist before tentatively groping toward her chest.
Her husband's lecherous hands instantly snapped Wanda out of her tender mother-daughter moment, filling her with anger, yet also an undeniable thrill, along with a faint sense of anticipation and desire.
"Silly girl, Mom knows you're the most filial. Mom isn't suffering now that you've all grown up. With such a wonderful son in law, how could Mom still be suffering? She's living the good life now! Mom even drives a Mercedes now, finally getting to enjoy some status in her old age. But after struggling for most of her life, what Mom fears most in her later years is loneliness... Ah..."
Hazel continued melancholically, playing on her daughter's sympathy and filial devotion. But her eyes had already drifted toward her son in law, secretly exchanging flirtatious glances with Harry behind Wanda's back.