The night was as dark as ink.
The apartment was silent, with only the occasional sound of wind outside brushing against the windows, emitting a low, mournful whimper.
The perspective shifts to the second floor.
In the master bedroom of the married couple, the air still seemed to carry the lingering scent of debauchery.
Lin Zhexian did not reveal his true intentions. After briefly saying a few words to confirm his mother was awake, he hung up the phone.
His gaze involuntarily drifted to his side, where his wife Su Yu and his older sister Lin Yue, two stunning beauties of comparable allure, lay on either side of him.
Lin Zhe reached out a hand, still somewhat greedily roaming over Su Yu's warm body.
His palm first slid over her perky buttocks; the feel of the silk panties was incredibly smooth.
Then it traveled up along her waist, coming to a gentle stop on her beautiful back.
Although he hadn't made love with his wife tonight, being able to play with his sister together with her, and having ejaculated inside her once again, Lin Zhe already felt immensely satisfied. He believed his wife had also thoroughly enjoyed herself.
Thinking that he needed to resolve the matter with his mother as soon as possible, Lin Zhe spoke the next second:
"Honey, we'll be back soon. If you can't wait, you can sleep first."
After saying this, his gaze lingered for a moment on his wife's conservative white silk nightgown, his eyes carrying a hint of apology and reassurance.
Su Yu leaned lazily against the headboard, her hair slightly disheveled, her cheeks still flushed with the aftermath of passion, like a white rose blooming alone in the dark night, both pure and seductive.
Hearing her husband's words, she nodded gently, her tone languid:
"Mhm, hurry back."
Lin Yue had already slipped off the bed unnoticed. Without putting on underwear, she casually picked up her pink jacket and draped it over herself.
The jacket hung loosely over her voluptuous figure but couldn't conceal her long, jade-like legs, which shimmered with the delicate luster of ivory under the bright light.
"Let's go, brother-husband. Don't keep Mom waiting."
Lin Yue looked back, casting a seductive glance at her brother, the corner of her mouth curling into a meaningful smile, before pushing the door open and stepping out first.
Lin Zhe took a deep breath, calming the restless heat within him. Finally, he planted a gentle kiss on his wife's forehead, then got out of bed and strode after her.
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Hand in hand, the two walked through the dim corridor and down the stairs. Passing by the study on the first floor, they deliberately glanced sideways. The door was tightly shut, pitch black inside. It seemed their father, Lin Jianguo, had long since sunk into slumber.
Arriving at the door of the master bedroom, Lin Zhe's heartbeat involuntarily quickened a few beats.
Behind this door was not only his mother but also the most secretive, most forbidden aspect of this family.
And tonight, he had already decided to lay all his cards on the table.
Lin Zhe glanced at his sister beside him. Lin Yue returned his look with a firm gaze, her eyes burning with a kind of almost crazed anticipation.
*Knock, knock.*
Lin Zhe raised his hand, producing a moderate knocking sound.
After a moment of silence, the sound of the lock turning was heard.
The door slowly opened, revealing Wang Xiulan's figure before them.
She had clearly been roused from sleep. She wore a lotus-root-colored silk nightgown, its texture light and thin as water, clinging to her full, mature curves.
Her jet-black hair was slightly disheveled, cascading over her shoulders, with a few strands falling over her forehead, partially obscuring her sleepy, phoenix-like eyes.
The neckline of her nightgown was slightly open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and a deep, shadowy cleavage that rose and fell gently with her breathing. She exuded the perfect aura of a beautiful, mature woman.
"Xiao Zhe, Yueyue? What is it that can't wait until tomorrow?"
Wang Xiulan's voice came, carrying the languor of someone just awakened and an unconscious hint of seductiveness.
Then she rubbed her eyes, looking puzzled at the pair of children who had visited so late at night, hoping to get the answer she hadn't received over the phone.
Lin Zhe didn't speak, his gaze freezing for a moment on that dazzling expanse of white.
His mother's utterly defenseless, languidly charming appearance instantly reignited the flame that had not yet been extinguished in his heart.
A complex mix of reverence, transgression, and longing surged over him like a tidal wave, assaulting his nerves.
Lin Zhe didn't answer. Instead, his breathing gradually grew heavier. He stepped forward and, under Wang Xiulan's astonished gaze, wrapped an arm around her plump waist and scooped her up into a horizontal carry.
"Ah!"
Wang Xiulan let out a short gasp of surprise, her body instinctively tensing. Her hands subconsciously grabbed onto her son's shoulders to keep from falling.
Once she realized how strong her son's arms were and that her worry was unnecessary, she relaxed slightly. Then, realizing the door was wide open, she hurriedly covered her mouth with a hand, her eyes panicked as she looked toward the doorway.
Lin Yue stood at the door, watching this scene quietly.
Watching her tall, strong brother carry their relatively petite, voluptuous mother, striding purposefully toward the large double bed, a strange light flashed in Lin Yue's eyes.
The next second, she shook her head, brushing aside so-called reasonable worldly thoughts. She turned and gently closed the bedroom door, isolating the room's sensuality from the outside world.
With a soft *click*, the world seemed to shrink to just the three people in this room.
As she walked toward the bed, Lin Yue slowly slipped off her pink jacket.
The soft fabric slid down her snow-white, fragrant shoulders, pooling on the carpet. Lin Yue stood naked. A bedside lamp, not too harsh, cast a soft glow. Under this light, her body resembled exquisite porcelain, every curve exuding a fatal temptation for men.
Lin Zhe gently placed his mother on the soft bed. The mattress sank slightly under the added weight. Before Wang Xiulan could sit up, her son's tall frame was already covering her, pressing her down beneath him.
"Mmm..."
Just as Wang Xiulan was about to speak, her lips were sealed by her son's. Unsurprisingly, a fiery tongue slipped inside.
First blocked by a barrier of porcelain-white teeth, Lin Zhe patiently swept his tongue tip over every part of them. Wang Xiulan struggled symbolically a few times before her son's tongue breached her defenses.
Lin Zhe's tongue touched his mother's, sucking the saliva from her mouth.
Lin Yue had by now arrived at the other side of the bed. Like an elegant feline, she silently climbed onto the bed.
Looking at her mother's face, gradually flushing with arousal, and those full breasts faintly visible beneath her nightgown, the scene from not long ago—entangled with her sister-in-law Su Yu and her brother Lin Zhe—involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
That forbidden pleasure, like a poison that erodes the bones and consumes the soul, was something unforgettable once tasted.
Desire rising, Lin Yue actively extended a slender finger and gently slipped the strap of her mother's nightgown off her shoulder.
The silky fabric slid down Wang Xiulan's rounded shoulder. The breasts that had once nursed this brother and sister were instantly exposed to the air.
Though past forty, those two mounds of snow-white flesh remained firm and full. The two rosy tips at their peaks had not been darkened by time. They trembled slightly before Lin Yue's eyes, as if awaiting caresses.
Lin Yue lowered her head and took one of the buds into her mouth.
"Mmph!"
Wang Xiulan's eyes flew open wide, her body shuddering violently.
The dual assault from above and below left her mind blank. Shame and pleasure shot through her entire body like an electric current.
Lin Zhe sensed his sister's action. From the corner of his eye, he saw that mound of snow-white flesh deforming in his sister's mouth. The desire in his heart also reached a new peak.
In the next instant, he released his mother's red lips. One large hand unceremoniously claimed the other breast, his rough palm forcefully kneading his mother's tit, reveling in the astonishing sensation.
"Mom, you're so beautiful..." Lin Zhe panted, his tone filled with naked desire.
Wang Xiulan had been awakened from sleep by her son's phone call, her mind already somewhat adrift. Now, under such caresses from her beloved children, her eyes were already hazy, her cheeks flushed like rosy clouds.
The line named 'reason' was crumbling bit by bit. From deep within her lower abdomen came an unbearable, restless heat.
Unconsciously, she began writhing her waist on the bed, her legs rubbing restlessly against the sheets. Seductive moans spilled from her mouth:
"Ah... Xiao Zhe... Yueyue... you two..."
Lin Zhe paid no heed. He reached out a hand, sliding down his mother's flat abdomen, delving into that secretive thicket.
His fingertips touched a hint of wetness. Joy surged in his heart. He lifted his head, his eyes sparkling with excitement:
"Mom, you're so wet."
Hearing this, Wang Xiulan closed her eyes in shame, panting heavily. Her chest heaved violently, those two mounds of snow-white trembling and swaying, appearing exceptionally wanton at this moment.
With the experience from last time, Wang Xiulan had become more forthright, no longer the woman who said one thing but meant another.
"Xiao Zhe... hurry... Mom wants..."
This shameful utterance seemed to drain all her strength, yet it also completely tore away the final fig leaf.
Hearing this, Lin Yue looked up in surprise, a glistening thread of saliva still at the corner of her lips.
She glanced at her mother's flushed face, then at her brother, poised and ready. The corner of her mouth curled into a charming smile:
"Husband, aren't you going to hurry? Mom has spoken."
Lin Zhe beamed with joy, his smile carrying a hint of childish pride and a touch of masculine conquest.
He immediately knelt between his mother's beautiful legs. Gripping his already raging, erect cock, he pressed it against the moist entrance.
"Ah—"
The next moment, the long spear entered the cave. Both of them simultaneously let out sounds of satisfaction.
Offering the best opening act for this forbidden fusion of shared blood and the狂欢 of shattered ethics.
Lin Zhe held his mother's long, voluptuous, beautiful legs in his arms and began a steady, unhurried rhythm. His big cock thrust in and out, producing lewd sounds of coupling.
"Mom, does it feel good?"
Lin Zhe asked as he fucked, looking down at the mother who had given birth to him, now blossoming in her most womanly form beneath him.
"Mmm... good... Xiao Zhe... you can use a little more force... Mom feels so good... ah..."
Once again filled by her son's big meat rod, relieving the emptiness and itch in her little hole, Wang Xiulan could no longer care about shame. Her hands tightly gripped the sheets as she actively arched her waist, meeting her son's movements.
Lin Yue lay quietly to the side, one hand propping up her head, the other resting on her mother's breast, gently squeezing and playing with it, admiring this absurd yet exquisitely beautiful scene.
Every time she gave her mother's nipple a gentle pinch, it would cause the latter's moans to become sharper. Lin Yue didn't increase the stimulation too much, appropriately withdrawing, then appropriately launching another sneak attack. Coordinating with Lin Zhe's fucking, she truly stirred Wang Xiulan to the heights of ecstasy.
For a time, the room was filled with the ambiguous sounds of wetness and enticing panting.
Thus, an unknown amount of time passed.
Just as her son's big cock once again hit the extremely sensitive core, Wang Xiulan's body suddenly tensed. A high-pitched scream spilled from deep in her throat:
"Ah! Xiao Zhe... Mom can't take it anymore... ah! Hurry... Xiao Zhe! Ah!"
At this moment, feeling his mother's little hole clenching tightly, knowing she was about to climax, Lin Zhe held back his urge to ejaculate, gritted his teeth, and increased his speed.
Sweat from his strenuous efforts dripped from his forehead, falling onto his mother's constantly quivering snow-white chest, instantly merging with it.
"Okay, Mom, I'll make you climax right away!"
The next second, Lin Zhe thrust with wide, powerful strokes. The violent pounding made the large bed groan under the strain.
"Ah! Xiao Zhe! Ah!!—"
Finally, with Wang Xiulan's long sigh, her entire body went limp as if her bones had been removed. Her gaze grew unfocused, and she murmured unconsciously.
From deep within her core, scalding streams of lewd fluid continuously gushed forth, bathing the glans. Fortunately, Lin Zhe forcefully suppressed his urge to shoot, preventing himself from disarming on the spot.
Knowing his mother had already climaxed, Lin Zhe gradually slowed his movements. First, he gently lowered the pair of beautiful legs he held against his chest. His hands then moved to embrace her plump waist. His movements became gentle and slow, savoring the calm after the storm.
Not long after, sensing the contractions in his mother's vagina gradually calming, Lin Zhe took a deep breath and turned to exchange a look with his sister.
Lin Yue gave a slight nod. The lust in her eyes faded somewhat, replaced by a solemn expression.
If all of this had merely been the prelude, then now, the moment had arrived.
"Mom." Lin Zhe called softly.
Hearing this, Wang Xiulan slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was still somewhat dazed, her face wearing a languid satisfaction:
"What is it, Xiao Zhe? You haven't... Should we let Yueyue help you?"
Lin Yue immediately shook her head. She reached out and thoughtfully smoothed her mother's disheveled hair, saying gently:
"No need, Mom. Upstairs earlier, my husband and I already had our fun."
Hearing the term "husband" so naturally uttered from her daughter's mouth again, Wang Xiulan, as if still unaccustomed to it, was momentarily stunned.
But then, seeing the serious expressions on both their faces, Wang Xiulan's gaze shifted back and forth between her children, faintly sensing something.
"You two... do you have something to say?"
As she spoke, Wang Xiulan mustered her strength, sat up straight, pulled the blanket over her chest to cover herself, and her expression gradually turned serious.
Lin Zhe nodded, the lewd expression on his face also fading somewhat. He took his mother's delicate hand and said:
"Mom, we do have something to tell you. When you hear it... you must promise not to get angry."
Lin Yue quickly moved closer too, resting her head on her mother's shoulder and softly adding:
"Mom, this is a very important matter, concerning us, concerning this family..."
The lingering sensuality in the air gradually dissipated, replaced by a heaviness akin to the calm before a storm.
The wind outside the window seemed to have stopped, as if it too was waiting for this secret to be revealed.
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