The room was quiet, filled only with the faint hiss of the humidifier spraying mist and the alternating breaths of several adults.
Outside the window, the courtyard lights had gone out. Only the open-air hot spring still steamed, its underwater waterproof spotlight refracting a few faint, distorted beams of light through the rippling water into the room.
Lin Zhe slept deeply, lost in a dream of absurd scenes—his sister’s face and his mother’s face overlapping repeatedly, finally morphing into the flushed face of his wife, Su Yu.
"Mm... ah..."
"Dad... go easy... don’t wake them..."
"Ah... it feels so good..."
In that half-asleep, half-awake state, the muffled moans of a woman vaguely reached his ears. Lin Zhe frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
Wife?
He instinctively called out in his mind, thinking his wife might be dreaming or that he had misheard.
By the faint, rippling light filtering in, Lin Zhe turned to look beside him.
At that sight, his previously dazed eyes instantly widened, pupils contracting.
Lying beside him was not his wife at all.
Instead, it was a more mature and voluptuous body, uncovered by the blanket.
Wang Xiulan’s white shirt, loosened from sleep, had its buttons undone, the collar wide open, revealing a vast expanse of snow-white, creamy chest. The edge of her lace bra pressed into her full breasts, rising and falling slightly with each breath, glowing with a warm, ivory-like luster.
His gaze drifted downward to the pair of legs encased in flesh-toned stockings beneath her pencil skirt. Her knees were pressed together, calves slightly curled. The texture of the stockings, under the faint light, looked as if coated with a layer of beeswax, exuding the rich, mature charm unique to a woman of her age.
Mom?
Why is Mom sleeping next to me?
Before Lin Zhe’s brain could fully process this chaotic information, the voice from his dream echoed again, clearer this time, accompanied by a wet, sloshing sound.
"Mmm... you’re hitting it..."
Hearing this, Lin Zhe’s Adam’s apple bobbed dryly. His gaze drifted past his sleeping mother, settling on the far right side of the bed.
There, the blanket formed a large, bulging mound.
In the dim shadows, Lin Zhe couldn’t see clearly, but he could vaguely make out a cascade of disheveled hair spread across the pillow, trembling slightly with the movements of the mound.
Beside that hair, a broad back lay on its side—his father, Lin Jianguo.
At that moment, Lin Zhe felt the blood in his entire body boil. An indescribable thrill shot from the base of his spine straight to the top of his head.
Is my wife... with Dad... right next to me? With only my sleeping mother in between?
The thought made Lin Zhe feel as if his breath had been stolen. The previously dormant cock in his lower half, stirred by this extreme, taboo excitement, uncontrollably twitched violently beneath his loose bathrobe, rapidly engorging and straining against his underwear.
Desire told him that if he woke up now, the situation would spiral out of control.
Lin Zhe had to pretend to be asleep.
He had to continue providing the soil for their incestuous act!
With this thought, Lin Zhe hurriedly closed his eyes, forcefully suppressing the storm raging in his heart. Mimicking the sound of sleep-talking, he mumbled incoherently:
"Nian... mu... niamu..."
Then, seizing the moment, he feigned turning over in his sleep. His arm swung out seemingly unintentionally, pulling a corner of the blanket over his mother’s exposed body.
As his palm inadvertently brushed against his mother’s thigh, the slippery texture of the stocking made his fingertips tremble slightly. But he didn’t dare linger. He let his hand rest naturally on her waist, shifting his entire body closer to Wang Xiulan.
This series of actions flowed seamlessly. Yet, the moment the blanket covered his ears, he strained every auditory nerve, capturing every faint sound from the other side.
In the darkness, time seemed to stretch.
The movements on the other side seemed to pause for a moment after his turn, followed by even subtler, more suppressed sounds of fabric rubbing together.
Lin Zhe tightly pursed his lips in the dark, his mind involuntarily conjuring vivid images of what might have happened not long ago.
...
Let’s rewind a bit.
After Lin Yue returned to her room, everyone else settled down, and the lights went out.
Su Yu lay beside Lin Zhe but didn’t fall asleep immediately.
Her body was still feverishly warm, the lingering heat from the alcohol and the earlier arousal still smoldering within her.
Although the game had ended when the child started crying, the emptiness inside her felt like a black hole, desperately needing to be filled.
After some thought, Su Yu turned slightly and looked at her husband lying beside her, whose breathing had already steadied into a deep rhythm.
Lin Zhe was exhausted today—driving and dealing with various situations had left him so tired that he fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Seeing this, a flicker of frustration flashed in Su Yu’s beautiful eyes.
Unable to resist, she finally reached out a delicate hand and slipped it under Lin Zhe’s blanket.
Her fingertips brushed along the inside of his thigh before slipping into his underwear, where she found him soft and flaccid.
"Honey?"
Then, Su Yu leaned close to Lin Zhe’s ear and whispered softly, her breath as gentle as an orchid. At the same time, her hand stroked the limp flesh a few times, even mischievously squeezing the heavy sac.
But in response to his wife’s teasing, Lin Zhe merely frowned, turned over, and gave her his back, letting out a heavy snore.
How could he fall asleep so quickly!
Su Yu inwardly grumbled, withdrawing her hand and lying back flat on the bed, a little sulky.
Yet the restless heat continued to churn in her lower abdomen, leaving her mouth dry and throat parched.
She stared at the ceiling for a long time. Beside her, her husband slept like a log, while on the other side, her in-laws seemed to have long drifted into dreams.
Several hours passed.
Su Yu tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Finally, she couldn’t hold back any longer and quietly sat up, lifting the blanket.
She was wearing a champagne-colored silk nightgown with a long hem. As she sat up, the fabric slid up her smooth thighs and gathered at her waist, revealing a pair of long, slender legs clad in black stockings, exuding a deadly allure in the darkness.
Then, Su Yu groped her way to the corner tea table, picked up a half-finished bottle of mineral water, and took a big gulp.
The cool liquid slid down her throat, but it still couldn’t extinguish the fire of desire burning inside her.
Just as she put down the bottle and turned to go back, she suddenly saw a dark figure sit up from the makeshift bed on the floor.
"Ah!"
Su Yu almost gasped aloud and quickly covered her mouth.
Looking closer, she realized it was her father-in-law, Lin Jianguo.
Having drunk quite a bit of beer earlier, the old man had been woken by the urge to urinate and was now rubbing his eyes groggily.
In the faint light from the window, she could vaguely see that under his open bathrobe, a pair of loose gray boxer shorts hung low, and in the middle, a rather noticeable tent had formed.
Su Yu’s gaze lingered on the bulge for a second, her heart skipping a beat.
"Dad, can’t sleep either?"
As she spoke, to cover her embarrassment, Su Yu instinctively raised a hand to pull her collar together.
But the moment her hand touched the skin on her chest, she suddenly remembered that the nightgown had a deep V-neck design, and the black lace bra inside was now loosely hanging over her two snow-white breasts, with the pink nipples almost fully exposed to the air.
After all, they weren’t just an ordinary father-in-law and daughter-in-law. Trying to cover up now would only seem pretentious.
Thinking this, Su Yu’s hand changed direction mid-air, casually brushing back the stray hair by her ear. The entire movement was full of charm, and her snowy breasts trembled slightly with the motion, like two startled white rabbits.
"No... nothing... I’m just going to the bathroom."
Noticing his daughter-in-law standing not far away, Lin Jianguo’s gaze lingered for a moment on her strikingly pale chest.
The erection that had been stiffened by the urge to urinate swelled even larger at the sight before him, straining against his underwear so tightly that the outline of the glans was almost visible.
But the need to relieve himself was too urgent. After speaking, Lin Jianguo awkwardly clamped his legs together, hunched his back, and hurriedly brushed past Su Yu, heading toward the bathroom.
As her father-in-law passed by, the scent of tobacco mixed with the faint odor of sweat—typical of a middle-aged man—drifted into Su Yu’s nostrils.
Su Yu stood still, watching her father-in-law’s slightly flustered retreating figure, a playful smile curling at the corner of her lips. She then glanced back at the large makeshift bed on the floor.
Wang Xiulan was sleeping soundly, occupying the spot next to Lin Jianguo.
A wild and daring idea began to sprout like weeds in Su Yu’s mind.
"Since my husband can’t... then..."
Holding onto this lewd thought, Su Yu tiptoed over to Wang Xiulan’s side.
Her mother-in-law was in a deep sleep, breathing steadily.
Su Yu crouched down, slipping her hands under Wang Xiulan’s armpits and behind her knees.
Although Wang Xiulan was plump, Su Yu was young and had enough strength for this.
Holding her breath, she carefully exerted force, gradually shifting her sleeping mother-in-law to the right—toward Lin Zhe’s side.
Just as she had moved her halfway, Wang Xiulan suddenly frowned in her sleep, let out a soft groan, and turned over.
Su Yu froze in fear, not daring to move a muscle.
Fortunately, Wang Xiulan merely adjusted her position and fell back into a deep slumber.
Su Yu let out a long sigh of relief and finally pushed her mother-in-law into her own original spot.
After completing this task, Su Yu looked at the now-vacant space—the spot that originally belonged to her father-in-law, Lin Jianguo, on the far left side of the large bed, next to the courtyard. Without hesitation, she lay down there.
Pulling the blanket over her head, she left only her beautiful eyes exposed.
A few minutes later, the sound of flushing came from the bathroom.
Lin Jianguo walked back, shaking the water off his hands, feeling much more at ease.
With his bladder no longer swollen, the erection that had been lingering in his mind—filled with thoughts of his daughter-in-law’s ample breasts—now hung semi-soft between his legs.
As he groped his way to the bed in the dark, ready to lie back in his original spot, he suddenly paused.
The space that should have been his was now occupied by a slender, delicate figure.
Though covered by the blanket, the striking curve of her hips as she lay on her side was still clearly visible.
"Dad, you’re back?"
Su Yu’s voice came from under the blanket, soft and carrying a slight tremor.
Before Lin Jianguo could respond, the figure suddenly moved.
But instead of making room, she lifted a corner of the blanket behind her.
What could this be if not a blatant invitation?
Lin Jianguo’s mind buzzed with desire, his last shred of reason making him glance to the side. He saw that his wife, Wang Xiulan, had somehow moved to sleep next to their son, with a gap between them, and was now sound asleep.
No one was awake.
No one could see.
A greedy light instantly flashed in Lin Jianguo’s murky eyes. Without hesitation, he tugged off his bothersome underwear, revealing a thick, dark-purple erection.
Though perhaps not as rigid as his younger son’s, it made up for it with astonishing size. At this moment, the black dragon was slightly raised, yearning for the warmth of its nest.
In the next instant, Lin Jianguo approached, slipped inside, pulled the quilt over, and covered the two of them completely.
Their bodies pressed tightly together under the covers, a subtle, intoxicating fragrance wafting toward him.
"Xiao Yu... Xiao Yu... you smell so good..."
Like an old dog in heat, Lin Jianguo wrapped his arms around Su Yu from behind.
In an instant, an indescribable softness and fragrance filled his entire chest.
Su Yu was lying on her side, her back facing him.
Lin Jianguo’s chest pressed tightly against Su Yu’s smooth, jade-like back, and for a moment, both of them couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
One of Lin Jianguo’s large hands eagerly reached around from behind, grabbing Su Yu’s full breasts.
Due to her side-lying position, the two soft mounds were squeezed toward the middle, forming a deep, enticing valley.
Lin Jianguo’s palm kneaded clumsily over the lace bra, feeling the shifting shape of the soft flesh beneath.
"Ah... Dad... that tickles..."
Su Yu felt her father-in-law’s scorching breath against the nape of her neck, his hands groping her breasts haphazardly. Waves of tingling pleasure washed over her, and she couldn’t help but shrink her neck, letting out a suppressed moan.
Her body arched backward instinctively, like a female cat in heat.
And with that arch, her round, perky buttocks collided firmly against Lin Jianguo’s crotch.
"Oh..."
Lin Jianguo gasped in pleasure, his scalp tingling.
Thanks to his daughter-in-law’s movement, his cock was now wedged between her two firm buttocks, right in the crease.
Su Yu was wearing a skirt, and the smooth fabric rubbed against the head of his cock, sending waves of maddening pleasure.
The large, sensitive mushroom head of his cock, now squeezed between the two warm mounds of her buttocks, instantly hardened further, like a fiery iron rod pressing firmly near Su Yu’s tailbone.
"Xiao Yu... move a little more... Dad feels so good..."
Lin Jianguo panted heavily, growling into Su Yu’s ear, his hot breath washing over her face and stirring her excitement.
Before long, Lin Jianguo’s hand, which had been kneading her breasts, began to wander downward, tracing along her flat, taut abdomen.
But upon hearing her father-in-law’s request, Su Yu didn’t obediently sway her hips.
Instead, in the next moment, a mischievous smile curled at the corner of her lips, her eyes so seductive they seemed to drip with allure. Slowly, she reached out a delicate hand, grasping Lin Jianguo’s large hand as it roamed over her abdomen.
Then, she guided his hand downward, leading it slowly beneath her skirt.
Lin Jianguo felt the smooth fabric of the skirt brush against the back of his hand, and then his fingertips touched a patch of scorching skin.
The inner thigh of his daughter-in-law.
But Su Yu didn’t let him linger there.
She guided his hand further, toward the most secretive valley between her legs.
Here, the heat was overwhelming.
Lin Jianguo’s fingers moved past her inner thighs, expecting to feel the lace panties he had seen earlier.
But to his surprise, there was nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
What met his touch was a maddeningly slick wetness.
Lin Jianguo’s eyes widened in disbelief. Even in the darkness where he couldn’t see, he could almost imagine the scene unfolding there.
His fingertips brushed against a pair of soft, plump, and tender labia, already slick with glistening, slippery arousal.
The delicate pink folds parted slightly, releasing their fragrant nectar.
"Xiao Yu... you..."
Lin Jianguo’s voice trembled with excitement. The erection pressed against Su Yu’s buttocks throbbed painfully, veins bulging.
His daughter-in-law wasn’t wearing any underwear!
What a thrilling hint!
What a wanton invitation!
Only then did Su Yu give a slight wiggle of her hips, letting the damp entrance brush faintly against her father-in-law’s fingers. Her voice dripped with seduction:
"Dad... it’s all your fault... that pair of panties was covered in your... I threw them away before bed and haven’t had time to put on another pair yet..."
Hearing such provocative words from his daughter-in-law, Lin Jianguo could hold back no longer. His middle finger thrust forward, sliding along the slick crevice of her labia and plunging straight inside.
Squelch...
The sound of wetness echoed under the covers.
The tight, warm walls of his daughter-in-law’s passage instantly enveloped his rough finger, as if countless tiny mouths were sucking on his knuckle.
The delicate, layered folds of her inner walls pressed against him, the intoxicating sensation almost making Lin Jianguo cry out in pleasure.
He pushed deeper, his finger digging inside fiercely, while his thumb, guided by memory, rubbed and pressed against her already swollen and engorged clitoris.
With both sensitive areas under attack, Su Yu threw her head back, her snow-white neck arching gracefully. Her body convulsed violently.
"Ah...!"
A moan broke free, escaping her throat and spreading through the silent night.
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