Taboo Conquest of Lustful Emperor

She reasoned that Xiaolong, at sixteen, was at a critical stage of puberty. A prolonged erection without release could harm his body and embarrass him when he faced his classmates soon. More crucially, he'd promised to give her daughter a title to shield her from being cast out. He'd be her son-in-law someday. At this age, his physiology was unstable, his attraction to the opposite sex intense. Though his mind was mature beyond his peers, his vast wealth was a wild card. If he couldn't control his urges and got lost in chasing women, indulging in base impulses, he might use his money to lure them in. Worse, he could end up with countless lovers—or bring one home.

As an educator—a "national soul designer"—and for her daughter's sake, she thought sacrificing a bit of her allure now to ease his volatile urges might bind him to her emotionally. When her daughter became his wife, he'd treat her and her granddaughter well for her sake. As long as she avoided the ultimate taboo with him and kept this secret locked in their hearts, she'd lose nothing. She trusted her beauty, seeing his strong reaction to her, and believed she could guide him into a decent man. Over a decade in education, she'd heard of such cases. This boy, poised to be the world's richest, made it a high-stakes gamble worth taking. Her hidden ambitions flared, a devil eroding her resolve.

The idea swirled in her mind, her expression shifting vividly. Glancing at the bulge in Xiaolong's pants, her thighs grew damp. She and her husband had been apart for years—she couldn't recall her last intimacy. Not yet forty, she was in her prime, a "wolf and tiger" age. Loneliness and emptiness overwhelmed her, and she chided herself inwardly: *Zou Weiying, what are you afraid of? Succeed, and it'll secure your daughter's place in the Li family while easing your own emptiness. As long as you don't cross that final line with him, you won't betray your husband. And is he even a husband anymore? Didn't you suspect him of an affair years ago? No proof, sure, but his libido was stronger than most. Yet he always dodged intimacy, citing distance, and grew annoyed at your calls. You see him once every two years, yet stay loyal? Foolish!* With that, she decided, though the next step shamed her. Her mature, beautiful face reddened, but she met Li Long's eyes firmly. "Xiaolong, how about… your aunt helps you soften it?"

"What…" Before he could finish, he saw her blush and caught on, feigning curiosity. "Auntie, how would you help Xiaolong soften it?" He gazed at her with eager anticipation.

"This…" His intense stare made Zou Weiying's face burn. Finally, she found her resolve. "Xiaolong, I'll help you, but you must promise it's our secret—no telling anyone, okay?" She clenched her fists, awaiting his reply.

Hearing it'd be their secret, Li Long's mind raced with tantalizing possibilities. He quickly agreed, "Auntie, don't worry. As long as you help me soften it without making me uncomfortable, I promise!"

"Xiaolong, I'm helping you because I'm worried a long erection could harm you. I've noticed your strong desire—at sixteen, your body's unstable. I also want you to treat my daughter well. This isn't what you might think—I'll use my hands this time. And I hope you won't chase girls at school. You're handsome, rich, and mature; it'd be easy for you. To prevent that, I'll offer this: if you feel uncomfortable down there, come to me, and I'll help you relieve it. But don't get carried away. As your future mother-in-law, it's my duty to guide your sexual development rationally!" Her face steadied as she awaited his reaction.

Her words clued Li Long into her thoughts, thrilling him. She spoke sternly, insisting on boundaries, but she didn't know his past. Once they crossed into this unusual bond, who'd control where it led? He was supremely confident in that realm. Laughing wildly inside—*Hahaha*—he kept his face neutral. "Thank you, Auntie. Don't worry, I understand. It's our secret!"

Satisfied with his response, Zou Weiying's blush deepened. "Xiaolong, close your eyes!"

"Yeah!" He obeyed, leaning back on the sofa.

Seeing his eyes shut, Zou Weiying took a deep breath and reached for his tented casual pants. She lifted his shirt's edge, exposing the taut waistband. Gently unbuttoning it, she stared at the loosened fabric, imagining herself pleasuring the closed-eyed boy. Excitement dampened her thighs again. Her hand pressed his warm, firm abdomen, then slid beneath his underwear, grasping a penis that shocked her with its size and heat. Long untouched by a man, her restraint crumbled, and she began stroking him.

The instant her soft hand gripped and moved along his shaft, its cool smoothness—coupled with the fact it was his future mother-in-law, a stunning mature woman—drove Li Long wild. He moaned, "Hmm… Aunt… focus… hmm… faster…"

Hearing his pleas, stroking her future son-in-law's penis, and catching his gasps, Zou Weiying felt transported back to her newlywed days with her husband. That it was Xiaolong, a handsome youth, heightened the thrill. Lost in the sensation, her thighs itched with emptiness. As he groaned with eyes shut, her other hand drifted to her crotch, rubbing through her cotton sports pants.

"Hmmmm…"

Li Long, eyes closed, relishing her touch, suddenly heard her soft moans. Opening his eyes, he saw a sight that electrified him: his beautiful mother-in-law, eyes shut, leaning on the sofa, one hand on him, the other between her legs, her flushed face lost in abandon. An idea struck. He leaned close and whispered, "Auntie, are you in pain? Let Xiaolong help you?"

"Ah… Xiaolong, why'd you open your eyes?" Seeing him watch her dual stroking, shame and excitement crashed over her, and she cried out, face aflame.

"Aunt, I heard you moan and couldn't help it. I saw you… How about this: you help me, so I'll help you? It's our secret—we won't really do *that*, just comfort each other, okay?" He spoke softly, his face caring.

"Well… Xiaolong, promise we won't do *that*! And don't touch elsewhere without my say!" Caught mid-pleasure, uncomfortable yet unsatisfied by her own touch, she reasoned that avoiding the final line made it fair—he'd helped her too. She agreed, blushing softly.

"Okay…" Nodding, he faced her swaying beauty. "Auntie, I'm starting!"

"Mm, Xiaolong, only hands—don't go inside my pants!" She closed her eyes, resumed stroking him, spread her legs, and waited.

Gazing at her closed eyes and the plump mound outlined in her pants, Li Long's trembling hand reached out. As his palm pressed down, the soft cotton conveyed warmth and faint pulses from within. Unable to hold back, he rubbed firmly up and down.

"Hmmmm…"

His strong hand on her sensitive spot, its heat seeping through, outstripped her own efforts. Zou Weiying's moans escaped uncontrollably.

Lost in pleasure, she didn't notice when Li Long's hand slipped inside her pants, pressing her bare flesh, intensifying her ecstasy. The loneliness she'd endured magnified the sensation until a torrent overwhelmed her. She clamped his hand with her thighs, crying out in a high-pitched moan.

"Ah… Xiaolong, when did you go in?!" At her peak, she opened her eyes to see his hand inside, her fluids soaking it. Panicked, she shouted.

"Hehe, Aunt, you leaked a lot!" Ignoring her shock, he withdrew his dripping hand and held it before her.

"Ah, Xiaolong, don't say that—it's embarrassing!" Seeing her essence on his palm, she had no energy to chide his overstep, blushing instead.

"Hehe, Aunt, what's to be ashamed of? It's normal physiology, right?" Not wanting to push too far, he comforted her.

"Yeah!" His words eased her shame. As he said, it was natural—she clung to that excuse.

"Oh, Xiaolong, why haven't you finished? It's so big…" Noticing his still-massive bulge, her hand still gripping his pulsing heat—now larger, slick with fluid—she gasped, her thighs leaking anew.

"Auntie, your stroking got me close, but I couldn't quite finish. It's swollen and aches. Can't you jerk me harder?" To draw her deeper, he'd resisted release, feigning pain on his handsome face.

Her face flashed red then pale at his words. Her efforts falling short stung her pride. With a soft "ah," she gripped him tighter, stroking fast and firm.

"Xiaolong, cum already!" After half an hour, using both hands, she watched him teeter on the edge only to falter. Shame gone, she squatted between his legs, his pants and underwear down, his veined, dripping shaft bared. Her numb hands faltered as she pleaded up at him.

"No, still just short!" he said helplessly.

"Oh, um… feels so good…"

After his "just short," her conflicted look hardened into resolve. Shocked then thrilled, he watched her lean in, her sexy mouth enveloping him. The warm, wet sensation and her tongue on his tip overwhelmed him, and he moaned.

"Xiaolong, still not cumming?" Ten minutes later, her jaw aching from his size, she asked faintly, saliva trailing from her lips.

Seeing her lustful, flushed face and lush body below, Li Long acted. Before she could react, he lifted her, pinned her to the sofa, yanked off her pants, and revealed black lace panties. As she cried, "Ah, don't…," he pressed his rigid length against her mound through the lace, grinding fiercely.