Conquering System: Harem With Infinite Rebirths

Hazel, who was enjoying the sensation of her son-in-law and daughter gently suckling at her sensitive nipples, lowered her head and watched as her daughter and son-in-law flirted with each other, growing increasingly restless.

Seeing that her daughter did not particularly object to such an intimate act as feeding her son-in-law, Hazel became bolder.

"Ah~~~ In a blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed. I remember when I had just given birth to Wanda, she loved lying in my arms to nurse and couldn't bear to leave me for a moment. At that time, your father felt that I had brought shame to the Mackerel family because you were not a son.

Wanda's grandmother also disapproved of me and paid no attention to Wanda. I just held Wanda in my arms every day, and while taking care of this mischievous girl, I had to tend to her needs... I remember... At that time, Wanda especially loved my breasts. Every time she nursed, she would touch them..."

As Hazel spoke, she suddenly reached out and took Wanda and Harry's hands, deliberately placing them on her plump breasts. She panted with pleasure, her eyes half-lidded as she relished the feeling of her son-in-law's hands caressing her.

Harry glanced discreetly at Wanda. She showed no signs of discomfort, instead moved to tears. She nestled into her mother Hazel's embrace, pressing against her soft bosom, gently stroking Hazel's breasts as she whispered, "Mom..."

After hearing her mother's words, Wanda felt that touching Hazel's breasts so tenderly carried a sacred significance.

It was her mother's full breasts that had nourished and raised her.

Wanda remembered clearly—her family had been poor back then, and to ensure she had proper nutrition, her mother had breastfed her until she was six years old.

Her mother's milk had been so sweet. Even after Hazel gave birth to her younger sister Clara, Wanda would often lie in her mother's arms, sharing her milk with her sister.

Seeing Wanda lost in the emotions of mother-daughter affection, Harry shamelessly seized Hazel's soft, plump left breast and began kneading it with relish.

While teasing his mother-in-law's nipple with his tongue, he also took liberties in fondling her breast without restraint.

"Hmm~~~Hmm~~~" Hazel reached out and gently stroked her daughter and son-in-law's backs in satisfaction. The stimulation of her sensitive breasts, played with by both of them, sent waves of pleasure through her.

"Wife... since you got pregnant, your breasts have gotten bigger, haven't they? They seem much fuller now..."

Just as Wanda was lost in reminiscence, Harry tentatively slid his hands under her bathrobe, groping her breasts through her bra.

"Umm!~~~~ Harry!~~ What are you doing?!~~ Aren't you ashamed?!~~" Wanda gasped as Harry's warm palms kneaded her sensitive flesh, her face flushing as she nervously glanced at her mother.

Hazel smiled and patted Wanda's back.

"Wanda, if I'm not embarrassed, why should you be? Haven't Harry and I both seen your breasts before? You're pregnant now—you should let Harry nurse more often. That way, your milk won't get blocked, and when the baby comes, you'll have plenty to feed them."

"Ah?~~ But… but… it feels so… embarrassing…" Wanda bit her lip, her cheeks burning scarlet.

She didn't mind being naked in front of her parents or her husband.

But letting Harry suck her breasts in front of her mother? That… that was something Wanda still struggled to accept. It felt strange, even shameful.

"What's there to be embarrassed about? Mom's letting us nurse from her, and she doesn't mind. Why should you feel ashamed about me nursing from you? What are you overthinking? This is just Mom teaching us how to raise our baby well. It's sacred. There's nothing to be shy about."

Seizing the opportunity, Harry echoed Hazel's words, coaxing Wanda further.

He had nursed from his mother-in-law, then from his wife. Now, he groped Hazel's breasts while fondling Wanda's, freely moving between the two pairs of beautiful mounds. The thought alone was thrilling.

"Wanda, Mom has to scold you again. If I'm not shy about this, why should you young couples be? When Harry was in bed with you, didn't he touch and suck you then? If that's the case, I'll have to criticize Harry! A husband and wife's bond depends on intimacy. You two should flirt more—it strengthens your relationship!"

"Mom!~~" Wanda's face burned with mortification. Shooting Harry an exasperated glare, she reluctantly unhooked her bra and lifted her bathrobe.

A pair of plump, round, snow-white breasts sprang free, flawless and exquisite.

Two pairs of round, swaying white breasts were fully exposed in front of him, making Harry's mouth dry and his excitement difficult to control.

Wanda's breasts were neither big nor small, and compared to Hazel's large breasts, they were obviously much smaller. However, Wanda's breasts were round and firm, snow-white and tender, looking smooth and delicate, full of the charm of a young woman.

The breasts of mother and daughter each had their own merits, closely connected yet distinct.

Hazel's breasts were big, plump, and soft but lacked a bit of firmness. They sagged slightly, and her nipples were purple, exuding a mature, lustful temptation that lacked a touch of youthful beauty.

Wanda's breasts, on the other hand, were firm, tender, and snow-white, with cute pink nipples and delicate pink areolas, round and graceful, full of visual appeal.

In this way, the two pairs of beautiful breasts complemented each other, each with its own unique charm, enhancing the other's allure. Harry was so excited he drooled.

Without hesitation, he buried his face between Wanda's breasts, gripping her left breast with one hand and kneading it greedily while taking her pretty, pink nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

"Hmm!~~~Hmm!~~~Ha!~~~Husband!~~You!~~~Be gentle!~~~What are you doing!~~~"

The waves of pleasure from her nipples made Wanda's face flush with shyness. She nervously glanced at her mother beside her, only to see Hazel staring at Harry as he suckled, her eyes filled with envy. This made Wanda even more embarrassed.

She twisted her body shyly and raised her hands to weakly cover her breasts.

"Harry, how can you suck like that? You'll hurt Wanda! I let you drink so you could unclog her nipples, not to get yourself worked up!"

Hazel gently smacked Harry's head with a coquettish look, pulled Wanda's hands away, and then—as if demonstrating—leaned down and took Wanda's other nipple into her mouth. Her soft, wet tongue circled it before gently sucking.

"Hmm!~~Haah!~~~Mom!~~~Mom!~~~Itchy!~~~So itchy like this!~~~Haah!~~~Hmm!~~~Hmm!~~~"

Sandwiched between her mother and husband, Wanda writhed under their skilled teasing. The pleasure from her nipples grew more intense, sending waves of electric numbness straight to her honey hole.

Even though they were only licking her nipples, she felt an unbearable heat and itchiness between her legs, as if their tongues were teasing her deepest parts. Her entire body burned with arousal, her face flushed crimson.

"Harry, see? Be gentle. Press your tongue against Wanda's nipple and suck softly while teasing it to stimulate the mammary glands. That way, she'll produce better milk later."

Hazel sucked for a moment before lecturing Harry in a serious tone.

The mother-in-law and son-in-law worked in unison, driving Wanda into a frenzy of pleasure. Her eyes glazed over, her face hot with desire.

"Harry, there's a technique to massaging breasts too. Here, give me your hand!"

Seeing her daughter lost in pleasure, Hazel grabbed Harry's hand with burning desire and pressed it against her own large breast, guiding him to knead firmly as she moaned in satisfaction.

Harry now had Hazel's massive breast in one hand and Wanda's firm, plump one in the other, kneading both greedily, savoring the contrast between them.

The atmosphere in the private room grew heavier, thick with lust. The scent of arousal filled the air, and the obscene scene stoked the desires of Harry, Wanda, and Hazel.

A sinful seed took root in Wanda's once-pure heart, buried deep by this shameful entanglement.

"Hubby~~~~mmm!~~~Haah!~~~No!~~~No!~~Alright!~~~I~~~Stop!~~~Mmmm!~~~Stop!~~~It's getting late!~~~We!~~~Let's go home!~~~In a place like this~~~like this~~~I~~~I feel so~~~so ashamed!~~~"

After their heated exchange, just as Harry slid his hand into Wanda's bath pants, ready to stoke her desire further, Wanda pushed him away, shaking her head shyly.

"It's too late... Hubby... Mom... Let's... Let's go home, okay?"