Having made up her mind, Wang Xiulan trembled as she called out to her daughter:
"Yueyue... start the timer!"
Hearing this, Lin Yue, afraid her mother might change her mind, immediately straightened up:
"Okay, Mom. Thirty seconds will pass really quickly. Just hang in there."
Would it really be that quick?
Before Wang Xiulan could think further, she felt a chill between her legs, followed by a burning pressure.
Lin Zhe braced his hands on either side of her body and thrust his hips forward.
The massive glans, slick with the arousal she had just secreted, rubbed slickly against her entrance before he pushed in forcefully.
Squelch—
A wet sound echoed.
The thick glans forcefully parted the layers of soft flesh, stretching open the tight passage.
"Mmm!"
Wang Xiulan arched her neck, her slender throat forming a graceful curve.
There was no resistance as she had imagined—only smooth, seamless entry.
The cock drove in relentlessly, inch by inch, filling the long-empty flower cavern completely.
The sensation of being stretched open was so vivid, every inch of her inner walls pressed and rubbed by the scorching shaft.
That feeling of fullness instantly filled the emptiness in Wang Xiulan's soul.
Lin Zhe also let out a sigh of pleasure.
"Mom, you're so tight inside... so good... so hot and soft..."
Though she had given birth to two children, Wang Xiulan had taken good care of herself. Coupled with years of infrequent intimacy, her secret place was like a locked treasure vault, as tight as a young girl's.
Moreover, their bodies fit together perfectly by nature. Inside, countless folds acted like greedy little mouths, eagerly clinging to the invading object, as if trying to squeeze it off or melt it away.
Wang Xiulan was completely filled by her son's cock. The aching sensation of being stretched to the limit instantly transformed into a tingling pleasure—even... even an urge to sway her hips and meet her son's movements.
She wanted him to move, wanted that thing inside her to thrust fiercely, to ease the maddening itch.
But she couldn't.
Not far away, her husband and daughter-in-law could emerge at any moment.
So, Wang Xiulan bit her lower lip tightly, forcing herself to endure the waves of pleasure surging from between her legs, and stammered:
"Yueyue... how much... longer?"
Lin Yue watched the scene, her desire burning as she saw her brother's purplish-red dragon fully buried inside their mother, leaving only two heavy sacs slapping against her mother's pale buttocks. Jealousy churned violently within her.
"Mom, why are you in such a hurry?"
A mischievous smile curled at the corner of Lin Yue's lips as she traced circles in the air with her finger. "If it were me, I'd make sure my brother felt good. I wouldn't rush like you."
Seeing her mother's restless expression, she added, helping her brother tease her further:
"Almost there, just twenty seconds left."
Hearing this, a flicker of understanding flashed in Lin Zhe's eyes.
Twenty seconds? That was enough.
In the next moment, Lin Zhe gripped his mother's plump hips and pulled his waist back sharply.
With a wet pop, the cock slid out almost entirely, leaving only the glans still lodged at her entrance.
That moment of emptiness sent a jolt of panic through Wang Xiulan, her vaginal walls instinctively tightening.
Just then, Lin Zhe thrust his hips forward with explosive force, like a heavy cannon firing.
Smack!
The powerful thrust landed solidly, the head of his cock slamming deep into the tender core, as if trying to penetrate her very origin.
"Ah—!"
Wang Xiulan couldn't control herself, letting out a sharp cry. Her entire body trembled violently as if electrocuted, her waist arching uncontrollably, her silk-clad legs kicking wildly in the air.
Lin Zhe smirked and paused, leaning close to her ear to whisper:
"Mom, you moved again. We have to restart the timer."
Humiliated by her son, Wang Xiulan's face flushed crimson, tears finally spilling over.
"You... you..."
Overwhelmed with shame and anger, yet unable to lash out, she could only turn her head aside, burying her face in her disheveled hair. Her fists clenched tightly, hoping to counteract the nearly drowning pleasure surging from her depths.
Lin Zhe showed no further mercy, thrusting with unrestrained force.
Smack, smack, smack, smack!
The sound of flesh colliding echoed through the room, dense and loud, each impact seeming to lash at Wang Xiulan's crumbling resolve.
He thrust with all his might, burying himself to the hilt before pulling out completely, each withdrawal bringing forth streams of froth and clear fluid.
The lewd juices flowed down from where they were joined, dripping onto the tatami and soaking a large patch.
"So good... Mom... your pussy feels amazing... even tighter than Xiao Yu's..."
Lin Zhe continued thrusting while spewing vulgarities, trying to completely shatter his mother's psychological defenses.
After thrusting for a while and seeing that his mother still stubbornly clenched her teeth without making a sound, a glint flashed in his eyes.
He then boldly reached through her shirt, grabbing the trembling softness of her chest.
What a pair of perfect, large breasts.
A full D-cup, soft and yielding, with an astonishingly pleasant feel.
Even through the fabric, he could sense their incredible elasticity and weight.
As Lin Zhe's fingers unceremoniously pinched and twisted the two protruding points—
"Mmmph!"
Wang Xiulan's body shuddered.
From the beginning of their relationship, when she had firmly forbidden him from touching there, to now... her body seemed to have grown accustomed to his caresses. The moment his palm covered her breast, her nipples shamefully hardened.
Seeing that even groping her breasts hadn't broken her resolve, Lin Zhe gave up on tricks and focused solely on the primal act of thrusting.
His large cock worked like a tireless pile driver, continuously plunging in and out, the lewd sounds of smack, smack, smack filling the air.
"Sis, how much longer?"
Lost in the intensity, Lin Zhe's voice was heavy with panting.
Lin Yue watched the juices splattering from where they were joined, swallowing hard as she reported in a trembling voice:
"10 seconds... just 10 seconds left!"
Hearing this, Lin Zhe's eyes sharpened.
In these last ten seconds, he had to make his mother break.
With that thought, he suddenly withdrew his hands, sliding them under her armpits from below and lifting her upper body, forcing her to sit up while keeping her trapped in his grasp.
This position allowed his cock to penetrate even deeper, reaching places previously untouched.
Wang Xiulan was forced to arch her back as Lin Zhe's hips pistoned with frantic, dog-like intensity, drilling into her with such speed that only blurred afterimages remained.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!
The lewd sounds merged into a continuous rhythm.
Under her son's relentless assault, Wang Xiulan could no longer hold back. She threw her head back and let out a loud, wanton moan:
"Ahh… oh… g-gently… gently… ah… Xiao Zhe… ah… too deep… it's going to break… oh…"
In that moment, Wang Xiulan's mouth hung open, her eyes glazed over, drool trickling from the corner of her lips. The dignified image of a proper housewife vanished completely, replaced by a woman utterly conquered by lust.
But such intensity came at a cost. Before long, Lin Zhe felt the pleasure building at the tip of his cock, an overwhelming urge to erupt surging through him.
In his ear, his sister's voice urged him on like a countdown to ejaculation.
"5… 4… 3… 2…"
Just before the "1" could be uttered—
Wang Xiulan's body convulsed violently, her vaginal walls clamping down like powerful little mouths, gripping the sinful shaft with desperate force.
"Aaaah—!"
A distorted, drawn-out cry escaped her lips. Her toes curled against the floor, her inner thighs trembling as a scalding flood of arousal gushed forth like a breached dam, washing over her son's glans in wave after wave.
His mother had finally been fucked to climax.
Drenched by that torrent of heat, Lin Zhe felt his scalp tingle, his restraint crumbling in an instant.
But he remembered their earlier agreement: no internal release.
On the brink of orgasm, Lin Zhe shouted urgently:
"Sis! Hurry over!"
Lin Yue, who had been secretly comforting herself, quickly withdrew her hand, gathered the child in her arms, and scrambled on her knees to his side.
Seeing her approach, Lin Zhe jerked his hips back.
Pop!
His cock, slick with thick fluids, pulled free from his mother's still-quivering pussy.
The monstrous member was now swollen to its limit, purplish-red and glistening, coated in his mother's juices and froth, even tangled with a few stray pubic hairs.
Lin Zhe hastily cupped the back of his sister's head with one hand while gripping his shaft with the other. Without a second thought, he thrust it toward her.
Lin Yue had already parted her red lips.
Mmph!
The massive glans instantly filled her mouth, the mingled scents of her mother's fluids and her brother's precum overwhelmingly vulgar—yet it thrilled her to the core, sending shivers through her body.
Everything happened too fast. Before Lin Yue could even use her tongue to please him, Lin Zhe could hold back no longer. A thick, scalding stream of semen shot from his slit.
Splurt—!
The first burst hit the back of Lin Yue's throat, so hot it brought tears to her eyes.
Then came the second, the third…
Over a dozen powerful spurts, combined with what he had stored up that afternoon, flooded into Lin Yue's mouth as if costless. There was so much that she couldn't swallow fast enough; some overflowed from the corners of her lips, dripping onto the chest of her deep purple knit dress.
Gulp, gulp.
Having gained some experience, Lin Yue worked her throat, fighting back the urge to gag as she forced herself to swallow.
Before long, she had consumed every last drop of the pungent liquid, leaving her thoroughly filled—and sated.
Beside them, Wang Xiulan lay limp on the tatami, her eyes vacant as they stared at the ceiling. Her body still twitched unconsciously, utterly unresponsive to the even more depraved scene unfolding before her.
Hah—
Lin Zhe tilted his head back and let out a long, satisfied sigh. His youthful face now wore the lazy contentment of satiation, his eyes half-lidded as his large hand idly stroked the head of the woman between his legs.
The hair beneath his palm was smooth, dark, and glossy, carrying the pleasant scent of shampoo as it swayed gently with the rhythmic bobbing of her head.
"So good! Sis, did you get it all?"
Kneeling on the floor, Lin Yue looked up at him through seductive, upturned eyes, the corners still glistening with tears of exertion. Her cherry-like mouth was stretched wide, cheeks slightly puffed. Hearing her brother's question, she didn't pull away immediately but instead buried her head deeper, her nose pressing into the thick pubic hair as her agile tongue gave a final, forceful suck at the slit.
Sluurp.
A faint, wet sound, as if she had drawn out the last lingering essence of that wicked, spent cock.
Only then did Lin Yue release her mouth. The recently ejaculated penis, though somewhat softened, remained a deep, angry purple, glistening with saliva as it slapped against her cheek.
She extended her tongue again, like a greedy kitten, lapping up a stray drop of white fluid from the corner of her mouth and swallowing it before panting softly:
"Mmm… it's all clean. How come you shot so much? You almost stretched my mouth to bursting."
Lin Zhe chuckled wickedly, using a finger to lift Lin Yue's delicate chin. His thumb stroked her lips, still slick with semen, finding her usually dignified sisterly face now irresistibly wanton.
"Heh, I was planning to save it all for tonight, to shoot it inside you. But Mom felt so damn good—I just couldn't hold back. A little squeeze and I was done."
Hearing this, a flash of playful reproach crossed Lin Yue's captivating eyes. Pretending to be angry, she grabbed the hefty cock before her, giving it a few firm strokes with her soft hand, her tone tinged with jealousy:
"So my insides aren't as good, is that it? That's why you could hold back and not come for me this afternoon?"
Recognizing the trap in her question, Lin Zhe quickly deflected with a laugh, his other hand sliding up to cup the heavy, full breasts beneath his sister's deep purple form-fitting knit dress, giving the erect nipple a firm pinch.
"No, no, you and Mom are both amazing—just different kinds of tight, different kinds of wonderful."
Lin Yue shuddered at the pinch, letting out a soft, coquettish moan from her nose. Satisfied with his answer, she gave a light hum, letting him off the hook:
"Hmph, that's more like it…"
Before she could finish, an extremely faint, weak whisper reached her ears.
"Yueyue… is it… time yet?"
Lin Yue stiffened, turning her head to look.
Beside her on the tatami, her mother Wang Xiulan lay utterly spent, her cheeks still flushed with the afterglow of desire.
Her expensive tailored trench coat hung wide open, the pencil skirt beneath pushed up to her waist in messy folds.
Her shapely legs, sheathed in flesh-toned stockings, lay splayed weakly apart. The stockings were of exquisite quality, sheer as cicada wings, clinging tightly to the plump muscles of her thighs and accentuating the full, mature curves of a woman in her prime.
Yet at this moment, the area between her thighs that should have remained mysterious was now a complete mess. Crystal-clear arousal fluid, mixed with the milky white essence formed by her son's thrusting, was slowly trickling down the root of her thighs, staining the flesh-toned stockings with lewd, wet streaks.
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