Hand job from Mother - r18

She hesitated, her cheeks flushing a faint pink as she glanced away, then back at him.

"When you were younger… I used to…" She could not finish her sentence, but her hands moved, trembling slightly as she tugged at the collar of her robe.

Zhang Fei's eyes widened as she pulled it open, revealing those massive twin mountains. They were soft, massive, and tipped with rosy peaks that made his crippled ass want to weep.

"You're still my boy," she murmured as she leaned forward, cradling his head with one hand and guiding him toward her chest.

Holy shit, is this happening? Zhang Fei's mind blanked out, every thought drowned by the sight and scent of her.

Her nipples pressed against his lips, and his instinct kicked in—he couldn't move much, but his mouth parted just enough.

"Mmm…" She gasped softly, a shiver running through her as she adjusted, letting him suck.

A sweet, warm liquid flooded his tongue, and fuck, it wasn't just milk—it was filled with qi, surging into him like a goddamn elixir. His body trembled, fingers twitching harder as he continued sucking.

System, you freaky bastard, this is the cheat code!

[Notice]

[Host is absorbing Yin-rich essence.]

[Mission progress: 50%. Physical response detected.

Zhang Fei didn't care about the numbers—he was lost in the heat of her skin, the way her breath grew ragged as she held him closer.

"Oh, Zhang Fei," she moaned softly, her free hand stroking his hair.

Each suck he took sent more qi coursing through him, mending his broken meridians, waking up nerves that had been dead for years. His toes curled—actually fucking curled—and a low sound escaped his throat, the first sound he had made since waking up.

Her eyes snapped to his, wide with shock and disbelief. "You… you are responding," she whispered shakily.

 The system pinged again: "

[Mission update: Host vitality rising. Next step—escalate contact for full recovery.

Zhang Fei's inner Coomer King grinned. Escalate? Bet.

As time passed, more of Yin's rich essence was sucked by him, healing him as it progressed. He could feel his eyebrows twitching, his legs, and his arms responding one after the other.

He was waking up, piece by piece, and the hunger in him wasn't just for power anymore. Her soft moans filled the air, her hand trembling in his hair, and Zhang Fei locked eyes with her—those warm, motherly depths now glowing with something rawer.

Time to take the wheel, system, he thought, willing his newly responsive body to move.

With every ounce of willpower, he forced his hand up, reaching for her. His fingers grazed her thigh, the robe sliding up under his touch.

She froze, her moans turning to a low scream. "Zhang Fei…?" she whispered, her voice trembling with shock.

He didn't stop—couldn't stop—sliding his hand higher, touching the curve of her hip.

[Notice: Host initiating contact. Mission progress: 75%. Target response positive.

Fuck yeah, it was positive. Her breath quickened, her chest moving rapidly as she unconsciously leaned closer to his touch.

"You're… so strong now," she murmured, her tone a mix of awe and something seductive, her hand slipping from his hair to his chest.

Zhang Fei's smirk was all in his mind, his face still half-frozen—but he pushed further, his hand moving toward her inner thigh. She didn't pull away; instead, her fingers tightened on his chest, her nails digging in just enough to send a jolt through him.

The qi between them flared, and Zhang Fei felt it—his meridians joining together, his body screaming to break free.

C'mon, MILF goddess, let's finish this, he thought, grabbing her hand and guiding it lower.

Her eyes widened, her flush deepening, but she didn't resist. "For your recovery," she whispered, almost convincing herself, as her hand slid down his torso, tentative but curious.

Zhang Fei's heart pounded wildly—Contact, bitch, contact!—and the system joined:

[Mission progress: 90%. Final step commencing]

She hesitated just a moment longer, hovering over him, then slid her hands beneath the blanket, faintly brushing his cock. Her touch hit him like thunder, and Zhang Fei's whole world narrowed to that single point of contact.

His body jolted, qi surging wild through his meridians as her hand wrapped around his cock. With a deep breath, she stroked slow at first, then faster, her breath quickening in time with his ragged gasps.

Fuck yes, system, this is it! He thought every part of his crippled body was roaring back to life as she jerked him off like a pro.

Her milfy tits jiggled with every stroke, the robe slipping to show those hard nipples begging to be sucked.

Zhang Fei's eyes ate her up, her flushed face, her low moans as she worked his cock—everything added to the intensity of the moment.