Just as Wang Xiulan became aware of this inner shift—one that could shame her to death—a voice tinged with innocence and wickedness shattered the silence.
"Mom, do you want to try it too?"
Lin Zhe's magnetic voice pierced clearly into everyone's ears.
His face, still handsome and bright, wore a smile, his eyes devoid of any panic at being caught by his mother.
As he spoke, he subtly thrust his hips, causing the purplish-red monstrosity below to slide in and out of Su Yu's mouth, trailing glistening strands of fluid.
Wang Xiulan trembled violently at his words, her gaze instinctively dropping to his groin.
There, the very shaft that had brought her countless moments of forbidden pleasure and kept her tossing and turning through sleepless nights was now mostly buried in her daughter-in-law's red lips. Su Yu had held it for so long that copious saliva dripped along the purplish-red length and the corners of her mouth, splattering onto her black stockings.
The entire scene was utterly debauched.
The visual impact made Wang Xiulan feel the secret slit between her legs grow damp, betraying her composure.
At that moment, the calm on her face finally cracked, flushing with a maiden-like blush. She bit her lower lip lightly, a flicker of reproach in her still-alluring phoenix eyes, and feigned anger as she shot Lin Zhe a sharp glare.
"You foolish child, what nonsense are you spouting!"
Wang Xiulan scolded in a low voice, using the reaction to mask her body's betrayal.
With great difficulty, she tore her gaze away from the still-throbbing member in Su Yu's mouth. Wang Xiulan took a deep breath, straightened her long legs, and walked with soft, rhythmic taps on the wooden floor toward her daughter, who remained collapsed on the ground.
As she passed by Lin Zhe, a faint, delicate fragrance drifted toward him.
This scent, mellow and enchanting as if aged over time, was unlike Su Yu's sweetness or Lin Yue's milky freshness—it was a fragrance uniquely a mother's.
Lin Zhe inhaled the scent, feeling his already hardened cock swell even more, pressing so firmly against Su Yu's cheek that it ached. She had to pull back slightly to ease the discomfort.
Wang Xiulan paid no attention to the commotion behind her. She walked directly to Lin Yue's side and slowly crouched down. The hem of her trench coat spread open with the movement, revealing the taut curve of her hips. Then, she pulled a pack of wet wipes from her pocket, took out a few sheets, and began gently wiping away the mess on her daughter's inner thighs.
Lin Yue's legs were truly beautiful, having inherited Wang Xiulan's fine genes—slender, straight, and with skin as pale as a freshly peeled egg. But at that moment, those lovely legs were stained with dried, sticky fluids: some were Lin Yue's own arousal, while others were the remnants of Lin Zhe's release.
As Wang Xiulan wiped, her fingers inadvertently brushed against the thick, milky-white substance. Her fingertips paused for a moment. This was her own son's semen. In other words, it was the essence of the flesh that had once been part of her body, now released into another who had also come from her. This cyclical merging of bloodlines made Wang Xiulan's heart clench tightly.
Yet, she showed no disgust. Instead, she stared at the milky fluid with a complex expression for a couple of seconds before resuming her task, meticulously cleaning the stains from the floor as well.
"Mom?" Lin Yue finally emerged from the lingering haze of her climax, her gaze dazed as she looked at the woman cleaning her. Her voice still carried a seductive softness.
Hearing this, Wang Xiulan didn't speak but merely nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of helplessness and tenderness. She then stood up and tossed the wad of tissues, now bearing the evidence of the family's indiscretions, into a nearby trash bin.
On the other side, Su Yu watched her mother-in-law's somewhat lonely yet alluring back, feeling a strange sense of irritation. This woman, whose eyes seemed glued to Lin Zhe's cock, still pretended to be a saint. Su Yu silently scoffed: Stop pretending. I bet you're dying to have that big cock. If I weren't here, you'd probably have jumped in for a threesome with your daughter!
But then another thought crossed her mind: she was, after all, Lin Zhe's lawful wife. No matter whom he was with, it still required her consent. This sense of control sent a thrill of excitement through her.
It was only then that Su Yu realized how sore her cheeks were and how numb her tongue felt. Reluctantly, she released her mouth, letting the purplish-red shaft spring free into the air.
Plop.
With a soft sound, the glistening, saliva-slicked cock emerged, shimmering temptingly before her eyes.
"Husband, I'm feeling a bit tired now. It was a bit too intense earlier… I'll go rest in the room. Come find me when you're done here," Su Yu said, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She blinked her enchanting eyes at Lin Zhe, sending a signal only the two of them understood.
Lin Zhe knew exactly what she meant. She was deliberately making space, giving him an opportunity to be alone with his mother and sister. Even if nothing happened today, it was a gesture of her acceptance.
"Go ahead, rest well," he replied.
Lin Zhe gave Su Yu a grateful smile, his eyes filled with adoration.
Su Yu pushed herself up from her knees, smoothing out the crumpled black mini dress and adjusting her slightly slipped stockings. Before leaving, her slender, pale finger inexplicably traced over the head of Lin Zhe's penis, her nail grazing the slit and sending a faint shiver through him.
With a mischievous grin of triumph, Su Yu swayed her slender waist, strutting out of the room in a catwalk-like gait.
As the door closed softly, the atmosphere in the room instantly turned delicate. Su Yu's departure seemed to strip away the only buffer, leaving the remaining mother and two children in a vacuum of awkwardness and ambiguity.
Wang Xiulan turned around after tossing the tissue, her gaze inadvertently meeting her son's still-erect member. It stood stiffly, bobbing slightly with Lin Zhe's breaths as if greeting her. Instantly, the itch in her heart grew more intense, as if countless ants were crawling over it.
But her maternal dignity forced her to stiffen her expression as she scolded sharply, "Aren't you going to pull up your pants? How old are you now, still running around bare-bottomed like a child? So disgraceful!"
Hearing this, Lin Yue, still sprawled on the floor, burst into laughter. "Haha…" The sound was abrupt, breaking the tense atmosphere.
Under his mother's natural authority, Lin Zhe hurriedly pulled up his pants while glancing at his sister in confusion. "What's so funny, sis?"
Lin Yue had sat up by then, casually smoothing her disheveled long hair. Her purple knit dress remained bunched around her waist, her black-stockinged legs crossed lazily, exuding a sensual indolence. Gesturing as she spoke, she said, "Nothing… I just remembered when you were little, so tiny, not even as big as my pinky. Mom had to pinch it to wash you back then… And now you've actually made Mom…"
She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes, deliberately lowering her voice. "Now you've actually made Mom cry from being fucked. My little brother has really grown up, so impressive!"
Her words were shockingly crude yet precisely hit the hidden excitement of everyone present.
Lin Zhe froze for a moment upon hearing this, then a smug expression spread across his face. He even deliberately thrust his hips forward, making the prominent outline beneath his pants even more obvious. "You bet!"
Wang Xiulan, however, flushed crimson with shame and anger at her daughter's brazen remarks. She wanted to scold her but found herself unable to muster any anger. The most shameful part was that her body was honest—Wang Xiulan's body indeed yearned for that feeling of being filled, stretched open, and utterly conquered.
In other words, the little slit between her legs had long been molded into the shape of her son under Lin Zhe's recent "training," remembering the taste of that very flesh.
The next moment, to ease the suffocating awkwardness and mask her overflowing desire, Wang Xiulan quickly thought of her original purpose for coming.
"Xiaozhe, actually... Mom came over to discuss something with you."
She avoided his gaze like a flustered young girl, unable to meet her son's intense stare, her hands twisting together nervously.
Seeing his mother display this rare, girlish awkwardness, Lin Zhe's heart tightened. Worried something serious had happened, he quickly stepped forward, naturally resting his hands on her rounded shoulders as he asked with concern:
"What's wrong, Mom? Did something happen?"
Feeling the warmth of those large hands on her shoulders, Wang Xiulan's body stiffened slightly before relaxing again. She turned her head away from her son's breath and whispered:
"I want to change rooms... That is, the room your father and I are sharing isn't very convenient. I'd like... to swap with you two, or maybe have my own separate room."
Hearing this, Lin Zhe felt immediate relief, followed by a wave of helplessness.
It was about avoiding his father again.
Of course, he didn't know that hidden in the dressing table drawer in his mother's room was a handwritten divorce agreement - her final act of defiance against this marriage that existed in name only.
To Lin Zhe, it was just another case of an old married couple having a disagreement. Combined with the recent series of absurd events, it made sense that his mother might be having trouble adjusting.
He even contemplated whether he should find an opportunity to reconcile his parents, believing that keeping the family together was what mattered most - even if that unity was built upon severely twisted relationships.
"Mom, changing rooms now would be such a hassle. The front desk already said they're fully booked."
Lin Zhe began employing delaying tactics, gently rubbing his mother's shoulders to comfort her.
"Just bear with it for now. If it's really unbearable, you can come stay in my room tonight?"
The suggestion to "stay in my room" carried subtle implications.
Just as the three of them were caught in this awkward standoff, the little ancestor who had been sleeping peacefully in the corner - Lin Yue's son - suddenly burst into loud wails.
The piercing cries instantly shattered the room's ambiguous atmosphere.
"Oh dear, he must have soiled himself!"
Hearing the sound, Lin Yue's maternal instincts immediately overpowered her physical exhaustion and desires.
Not bothering with her disheveled clothing, she scrambled up and rushed to the side.
Wang Xiulan seemed to have found a lifeline, quickly freeing herself from her son's grasp and hurrying over to help.
"Is his diaper wet? Quick, get a new one!"
"That bag, hand it to me fast!"
Watching his mother and sister's busy figures hovering over the child, their full, enticing forms swaying under the light, Lin Zhe remained standing where he was, smacking his lips with unsatisfied desire.
The current situation was no longer suitable for continuing their previous conversation, much less their previous actions.
"I'll head back to my room then. Sis, Mom, I'll leave you to it."
Lin Zhe tactfully bid farewell and, without waiting for the women's response, turned and exited the room.
Walking through the corridor back to the room he shared with his wife, he pushed open the door and was greeted by a faint, delicate fragrance.
Rounding the same wooden screen, Lin Zhe immediately saw a sight that made his blood race.
The Japanese tatami mats on the floor were somewhat messy, and beside them lay a large pink suitcase splayed open, filled with a colorful assortment of various styles of silk stockings.
Black, flesh-toned, white, lace-trimmed, strappy—it was practically a mini exhibition of stockings.
And Su Yu, with her back to him, was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Her short black dress had already been pulled up to her waist, revealing a stretch of pale, delicate skin and the curve of her full, perky buttocks.
At that moment, she was looking down, holding a pair of black lace panties she had just taken off, about to stuff them into the nearby laundry bag.
Clearly, these were the ones she had been wearing just moments before.
As Lin Zhe watched the scene, his mind instantly flashed back to earlier in the neighboring room—how those panties had tightly hugged her dripping honeypot as Su Yu knelt on the floor, taking his shaft into her mouth, and how they had gradually soaked through under the surge of desire.
A perverse thrill shot straight to his head.
Lin Zhe closed the distance in a few quick strides, snatching the panties from Su Yu's hand.
"Ah! Who's there?"
Su Yu jumped in surprise, turning her head. When she saw it was Lin Zhe, she shot him an annoyed glare and pouted, "Honey! Are you a ghost or something? You walk without making a sound—you scared me to death just now!"
Lin Zhe didn't respond. Instead, he held the small piece of fabric as if it were some rare treasure, bringing it up to his nose.
He took a deep breath.
Huu—
An intense aroma rushed straight to his senses.
A faint hint of urine, mingled with the pungent scent of her arousal, fermented from the abundant fluids secreted in the heat of passion.
It truly lived up to the saying: The taste of the sea, I know!
For most people, such a smell might be a bit hard to take, but for someone with complex desires like Lin Zhe, it was nothing short of the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Involuntarily, Lin Zhe clutched his wife's panties, closed his eyes, and greedily inhaled, as if through that scent alone he could imagine how her pink, enticing labia had swollen with arousal under the friction of the fabric, and envision how the trickling honey had saturated every fiber.
"Pervert..."
Watching her husband's entranced expression, Su Yu's cheeks flushed red. She muttered the insult, but a hint of smug allure gleamed in her eyes.
Then, she stretched out her foot, still clad in sheer black stockings, and gently nudged Lin Zhe's calf. In a queenly tone, she commanded, "Had enough? If you're done sniffing, hurry up and wash them for me!"
"As you wish, my dear wife."
Lin Zhe opened his eyes, a wicked grin playing on his lips.
He took one last, deep inhale, his expression as blissful as an addict's, before finally turning with satisfaction to dig out the special lingerie soap he had prepared in advance from his suitcase. Holding the damp panties, he headed into the bathroom.
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