Under Harry's guidance and seductive influence, Hazel had grown increasingly wanton.
It was as if she had become a completely different person. Her intense sexual desires had emboldened her, making her more depraved and reckless by the day.
Lying in bed with her daughter and son in law, flirting with Harry right under Wanda's nose, didn't fill Hazel with shame or embarrassment. Instead, it excited her, filling her with a wicked thrill.
In this atmosphere, even just looking at Harry was enough to make Hazel wet and burning with lust.
But what Hazel didn't know was that her daughter was also secretly fooling around with Harry under the covers.
All three people in the bed were scheming against each other, hiding their true intentions while engaging in a deeply perverse game of illicit affairs.
While exchanging flirtatious glances with Hazel, Harry had already slipped his hand onto Wanda's chest, kneading her full, voluptuous breasts with gentle squeezes.
"Mom, there's still us! If you feel too lonely sleeping alone in the future, just come up and sleep with us! Or go sleep with Clara and Elena."
Wanda was being touched all over by Harry, making her whole body tense and her face shy. Although she was replying to her mother's words, her mind had already wandered under the covers.
The feeling of secretly flirting with her husband right in front of her mother made the reserved Wanda both nervous and excited.
Her nipples, teased by Harry's fingers, were so sensitive they stood erect, sending waves of thrilling numbness, even more stimulating than during their earlier passionate foreplay!
"Good, good! Then in the future, if Mom can't sleep alone, she'll come up and let you two sweethearts keep her company!~~" Hazel had been waiting for her daughter to say exactly this. Hearing Wanda bring it up herself, she immediately agreed, even winking sneakily at Harry, her face full of excitement.
Harry's lips curled into a wicked, lustful smile as he licked his lips at Hazel. Under the covers, however, he pressed his naked body tightly against Wanda's bare skin from behind, secretly pulling down her panties. His bare penis pressed firmly against Wanda's crotch, sliding back and forth between her legs, relentlessly rubbing against her tightly closed thighs, his cock grinding against her.
"Mmm!~~" Wanda couldn't help but moan softly. She immediately forced a nervous laugh and said to Hazel, "That's great! Then I can hug Mom and stroke her hair while sleeping again!~~"
At the same time, Wanda's delicate hand suddenly pinched Harry's thigh hard, twisting it lightly as she said, "It's just that this Harry is so annoying. Having him sleep next to me actually makes me uncomfortable!~~"
"Ah!~~ Cough cough!" The sudden pain made Harry cry out. Realizing his slip, he awkwardly coughed.
The thrill of playing between the two beautiful women—mother and daughter—made Harry both excited and exhilarated. But if he wasn't careful, he really might get hit…
"Harry, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Hazel smiled seductively at the flushed Harry, sticking out her sexy pink tongue and licking her plump lips in a lewd, enticing manner.
"No! It's nothing!~~ Wanda said she hates me, and it breaks my heart!~~ Mom, you have to stand up for me!~~ What did I do to make her hate me?!~~"
While Harry exchanged flirtatious glances with Hazel, under the covers, he grew even bolder. His hand, which had been caressing Wanda's tender breasts, now slid down to her crotch, coordinating with his cock pressing against her from behind to launch a fierce assault on her pussy.
He kept trying to slip his fingers or his shaft into Wanda's tightly closed thighs, teasing her enchanting slit.
Wanda, meanwhile, was already blushing furiously, flustered and helpless as she tried to block Harry's groping hands and the dangerously tempting big cock behind her.
But with her mother right beside her, Wanda couldn't show too much of a reaction, and her attempts to stop Harry were timid and cautious.
This made her no match for Harry. As he pushed further, his fingers easily slipped into Wanda's wet slit, parting her slippery labia as his index finger pressed against her moist clitoris, gently rubbing it.
"Mmm!~~ Mmmph!~~ Uhh!!~~" The shameful yet thrilling pleasure immediately made Wanda moan and pant.
Realizing she was about to lose control, Wanda quickly covered her mouth, pretending as if she were about to cry, barely managing to keep her voice from trembling as she said, "Mom, don't listen to him. This bad guy is really naughty. At night, he always likes to pin me down and grope me all over! I'm really worried he might hurt the baby in my belly!"
"Is that so? Harry, you really shouldn't touch her randomly when Wanda is pregnant. If you must, Mom can sleep in the middle to block you!~~" Hazel gazed at Harry with increasingly desperate lust, her dazed eyes already overflowing with desire.
As an experienced woman, Hazel knew exactly what Harry was doing to Wanda under the covers.
So while saying this, her delicate foot under the covers had already snaked past Wanda, secretly pressing against Harry's calf, sliding up and down to tease his desires.
"Ah?!~~ That… that won't do… If… if Harry… he… he accidentally touches Mom in his sleep… what… what would we do then… No, no… That just won't work!"
By now, Wanda's mind was in complete disarray from Harry's teasing, her body burning hot. Hearing Hazel's suggestion, she blurted out her response without even thinking.
"That's true… Haha, Mom was just joking!"
Hazel saw that Wanda didn't seem too resistant to her probing, so she continued with a smile, "Wanda, you really don't know how lucky you are. Having a husband to hold and touch you while you sleep is so wonderful, isn't it? Do you really prefer to sleep alone like Mom, cold and curled up under the blankets?"
"Mom wishes she had someone to hold and touch her, but there's no one!~~" Hazel said, casting a resentful look at Harry, her charming eyes brimming with desire.