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🕑 Added 2025-09-13 19:15:14 +0000 UTCChapter 40: Mother Peeps at Us and Masturbates at the Door
When we finally collapsed onto the bed, all three of us were thoroughly exhausted.
Semen trickled slowly from Aunt Liu’s slightly open slit; Siyu’s beautiful legs in white stockings were smeared with mixed fluids; and Sister Xueqing’s anus still contracted unconsciously from time to time, squeezing out a few drops of milky-white liquid.
Once we recovered, we started another round of combat.
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The sound of a door handle turning echoed clearly through the silent villa late at night.
The crisp clack of high heels on marble suddenly stopped the living room was filled with a familiar yet strange scent, making Lin Xin inhale unconsciously.
“Strange, where is everyone?”
She muttered to herself, placing her briefcase on the entryway console.
There was an urgent document at the company, which she thought she might have left at her son’s place the day before, so she came to look for it. Her gaze swept over the faint warm glow from the second floor floor.
A faint, intermittent moan drifted from the end of the corridor.
That sound seemed deliberately suppressed, but suddenly spiked in volume, its tremulous final note making her cheeks flush.
Lin Xin’s fingertips unconsciously touched her collarbone, still dry from the plane’s air conditioning.
“Yaowen’s room?” She frowned, her carefully shaped brows arching as her legs, clad in a Gucci dress, moved automatically toward the source of the sound. Crinkling silk rubbed the inside of her thighs, bringing a faint itch.
As she drew nearer, the noises grew increasingly clear.
There was the clingy, sweet cooing of a young girl, the choked panting of a mature woman, and the lewd slap of flesh moving against flesh.
The sound that sent her pulse racing was her son’s distinctive, low laughter carrying a hint of wickedness and dominance she had never heard before.
“…No… not there… Ah~♡!” Siyu’s voice suddenly spiked, like a nightingale’s choked cry.
Lin Xin’s fingers dug into her palms.
She should turn away. She should pretend she heard nothing and go straight back to the master bedroom.
But a dangerous impulse drove her forward, until she reached the half-open door.
Through the three-finger-wide gap, moonlight and bedroom lamp glow interwove into a breathtaking scene.
Fragments of ivory wedding dress lay scattered on the carpet; Siyu’s snow-white nude body bent back at an impossibly flexible angle, her 36D breasts swaying violently with the man’s thrusts from behind.
Her peach-colored toenails curled inside her garter belt, the lace edge already deeply embedded in her trembling thigh flesh.
“Husband~ Deeper…♡” Siyu pleaded with her head thrown back, the little tongue between her red lips flickering like a snake’s.
Lin Xin’s breath caught.
She saw her son’s muscled back glistening with sweat in the light, his waist pistoning forward with an almost cruel rhythm.
Every deep thrust made Siyu’s body arch as if electrified, her carefully styled blonde hair long disheveled, some strands stuck to her flushed cheeks.
“Mommy… save me…” Siyu suddenly reached toward the other side of the bed, her voice choked with tears.
Liu Mengli came into view.
This usually dignified, elegant wife now knelt beside her daughter, mermaid-tail gown hiked above her waist to reveal full, snow-white buttocks.
Her fingers stroked her dripping labia, smearing glistening love juice onto her daughter’s erect nipples.
“Good girl…” Liu Mengli’s voice was hoarse and unrecognizable. “Isn’t husband’s cock… so much bigger than Daddy’s? ♡”
Lin Xin’s legs suddenly weakened, forcing her to grip the doorframe.
By now, her silk panties were thoroughly soaked, clinging to her burning skin.
She watched Liu Mengli bend to take a nipple into her mouth, watched Sister Xueqing embrace her son from behind and lick his back muscles, watched her own son pleasure three women at once.
“Ah~!”
“I’m… I’m gonna come…♡” Siyu’s scream suddenly pitched higher, her mascara-caked lashes fluttering wildly.
Her vagina sprayed juice like a pressure washer, some droplets even landing near the doorframe.
Lin Xin’s fingertips brushed the inside of her thigh without thinking.
The rustle of her silk skirt lifting drowned in the sounds from the bedroom.
Her nails dug into her skin, unable to suppress a deep, hot surge from within her belly.
“My turn…” Sister Xueqing’s voice dripped with poisoned honey.
The crystal hairpin in her black hair glittered with movement as she straddled her “little brother’s” waist, her wet slit poised over that viscous, glistening shaft covered with her sister’s fluids.
Lin Xin watched as her son gripped Sister Xueqing’s waist and pressed her down, watched that veiny, savage weapon disappear inch by inch into his adopted sister’s body.
When Sister Xueqing threw back her head, the elegant curve of her neck reminded Lin Xin of her own youthful days in the ballet company that feeling of being mastered, yet reveling in it.
“Hah~♡… Little brother’s… so big…” Sister Xueqing’s fingers dug into Yaowen’s shoulders, her manicured nails leaving crescent red marks on his tan skin.
Her vagina writhed like something alive, its folds constantly scraping the invader.
Lin Xin’s breath came faster and faster.
Her fingers were already inside her panties, finding surprising wetness.
Her thirty-eight-year-old body awoke like a sleeping volcano, every inch of skin burning.
She watched Sister Xueqing roll her hips, watched Liu Mengli lick Yaowen’s earlobe from behind, watched three women fight for his shaft like beasts in heat.
“Husband… wreck sister’s cunt…♡” Siyu lay over Sister Xueqing’s back, her pink tongue licking her sister’s spine down to her cleft.
Lin Xin’s fingers sped up suddenly.
She had gone too long without sex. Long enough to forget the feeling of being filled.
But now, the sight of her son’s thick shaft moving inside Sister Xueqing made her womb ache with longing.
“Mommy joins too…” Liu Mengli suddenly pushed Yaowen onto his back and mounted him. Her carefully maintained mons was swollen high, her pink labia like blossoming petals swallowing the huge glans.
Lin Xin’s knee hit the doorframe with a soft thud.
But everyone in the room was too distracted to notice.
She watched Liu Mengli ride up and down like a noblewoman on horseback, watched that pair of breasts that had nursed two daughters draw lewd arcs in the air, watched her son grip the wife’s waist with brutal hands.
“Ah~!”
“Womb… womb is being pierced through…♡” Liu Mengli’s wanton cries were choked with tears, her red hair, carefully styled, now matted to her flushed skin.
Her cervical opening opened and closed like a baby’s mouth, greedily swallowing every impact of the young rod.
Lin Xin’s panties were soaked through.
Her fingertip circled that long-dormant clitoris, sending electric pleasure up her spine.
This isn’t right, she told herself.
But her body betrayed her mind, trembling to the rhythm from the bedroom.
“Together… let’s do it together…” Siyu suddenly crawled behind her mother, her finger sliding into Liu Mengli’s slightly open anus.
This image was the last straw for Lin Xin.
She pressed hard on her clitoris, a rush of warmth suddenly flooding her hand.
Her vision flashed white, her ears filled only with her own stifled gasps and the passionate cries from the room.
When her vision recovered, she saw her son flip Liu Mengli over and rip open her dress.
Those dark-nippled breasts sprang free, tips hard as rubies.
The sight of him biting a nipple made Lin Xin’s womb contract again, another gush flowing out.
“Take it, you slutty wife!” Her son roared, thick semen spurting into Liu Mengli’s womb.
Lin Xin could endure no longer, sliding down the doorframe to the floor.
Her silk skirt was bunched at the tops of her thighs, her carefully styled wavy hair clinging to her forehead with sweat.
Her fingers still lingered at her dripping slit, which parted slightly with every breath, as if silently inviting something.
Sighs of satisfaction and lazy laughter came from the room.
Lin Xin suddenly became aware of her situation dignified vice president of Lin Conglomerate, now collapsed outside her son’s door like a voyeur, chaos between her legs.
She tried to get up, but found her legs too weak. Just then, footsteps approached from inside the room. Lin Xin’s heart pounded as she looked fearfully at the half-open door
As the door opened, time seemed to freeze.
Lin Xin looked up, her eyes at the level of her son’s raging shaft that glistening, plum-colored glans, still dripping Liu Mengli’s love juices, was now less than three inches from her nose.
A drop of semen oozed slowly from the tip.
“Mother…?” My voice caught in my throat. Was this woman collapsed on the floor, skirt disheveled, really the ferocious businesswoman, VP Lin?
Lin Xin’s pupils shrank violently, her carefully painted lips trembling slightly. She instinctively licked her dry lips, this action making my cock twitch uncontrollably.
The next moment, something happened that stunned me.
Lin Xin suddenly leaned forward, her pink tongue flicking quickly over my glans.
Her tongue rolled away that drop of semen, her Adam’s apple bobbing lightly.
The entire motion was done fluidly, as if practiced a thousand times.
“…So strong.” She whispered, lashes fluttering wildly. Her henna-stained fingers were still inside her soaked silk underwear, fingertips glistening.
I bent and scooped her up.
Lin Xin was much lighter than imagined, her body trembling faintly under the Gucci dress.
Her perfume, mixed with arousal, flooded my senses, reminding me of childhood days buried in her bosom only now, far more dangerous and alluring.
“Yaowen! What are you ” Liu Mengli’s cry stopped abruptly when she saw the woman in my arms. She hastily covered her chest with the torn wedding dress, dark areolas faintly visible beneath the fabric.
The bathroom door crashed open under my foot.
Warm tile reflected the glow of the lights, projecting our entwined figures onto the frosted glass.
Lin Xin’s curled hair hung over my arm, the ends brushing my skin and making me shiver.
“Mom.” I bit her earlobe, feeling her body tense in my arms. “How much did you see?”
Lin Xin’s ears turned crimson instantly. She turned her face away, but that only exposed the graceful curve of her neck, her pulse beating visibly against my lips. I kissed that throbbing artery, tasting faint salt and expensive perfume.
“I… I just came for the documents…” Her excuse was cut off as the shower turned on.
Warm water poured instantly over our heads, making the thin dress cling transparently to her body.
My palm slid over her soaked back, finding the bra strap easily. With a little click, the breasts that had nursed me broke free, their contours showing sharply under the wet fabric.
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The End
