“Mom, Jingyan is studying very late tonight. She said she won’t be coming home and will stay in the dorm. Auntie Ouyang is at home, so I’ll go keep her company.”
“Hmm, don’t worry, it’s not the first time.”
“Alright, then I’ll hang up.”
After hanging up the phone, my heart was filled with unease, because today I had told Auntie Ouyang that I was going to her place to keep her company tonight.
Although in the phone call I told my mom it wasn’t the first time, today was truly the first time — the first time between me and Auntie Ouyang.
It wasn’t yet time for Auntie Ouyang to get off work, so I needed to go to her place first to get things ready.
“Mr. Lin, right? Your ordered roses — wishing you and your beloved a happy life together.”
Taking the bouquet from the delivery driver, his words made my face burn with embarrassment.
The roses were real, I was real, and “happy” was also real — but we weren’t lovers.
Or rather… we were lovers…
Excited, I carefully placed the bouquet on the dining table.
The pristine white patterned tablecloth complemented the fiery red flowers.
Crystal wine glasses and a deep red wine bottle were set out, along with exquisite silver candlesticks, each holding a slender candle.
I was going to personally create a romantic candlelit dinner.
A world just for me and Auntie Ouyang — the two of us alone.
A simple cold jellyfish dish, then a grilled steak — easy enough for me to handle — followed by some egg tarts I’d learned from my mom.
Paired with red wine, perfect!
As I mixed the prepared cold dish, I called Auntie Ouyang on the phone.
“Hello… Auntie Ouyang, are you off work?” The phone connected, and I suppressed my excitement.
“Um… yeah… almost… mm-hmm…” Auntie Ouyang’s speech was hesitant and stumbling.
“Where are you now?” I asked, waiting a few seconds.
“Um— just got in the car, already off work, heading home right now— mm.” Auntie Ouyang’s voice was a bit muffled.
“Okay!” I eagerly anticipated Auntie Ouyang’s return, my stirring motions growing faster.
I put the grilled steak into the warming box, and the egg tarts were even simpler — mix eggs, milk, and sugar, pour into the purchased tart shells, and bake for twenty-five minutes.
Twenty-five minutes.
Auntie Ouyang would be home in about half an hour, and by then I’d have the meal ready.
Setting the oven, I picked several roses from the bouquet, removed the stems and leaves, and arranged them on a clean white plate.
I set out knives, forks, and chopsticks, pouring wine into the crystal-clear goblets to breathe beforehand for a better taste.
Preparations complete, now I just had to wait for Auntie Ouyang to come home!
I glanced down at my outfit, then hurried to my room and changed into a shirt.
Although it hadn’t been worn in a long time, there was no strange smell.
Besides, Auntie Ouyang had perfume.
Looking at the crisp white shirt in the mirror, paired with casual slacks below, I looked solemn and formal as if attending a banquet.
There was a strange sense of familiarity — just a few days ago, I had dressed like this to attend an academic conference with Chu Yun, and now…
“Ding!” The oven timer broke my wandering thoughts.
So excited, I even opened the oven door and reached in directly — fortunately pulling back in time and avoiding a burn.
“Creak!” The front door sounded.
“Wow, why does it smell like desserts?” Auntie Ouyang’s voice was familiar and made me nervous.
“Auntie Ouyang~” I walked to the door.
The motion-sensor light illuminated, and I saw Auntie Ouyang taking off her trench coat, revealing a white turtleneck knit sweater and a black plaid long skirt paired with black boots — a pure, restrained style.
“Oh? Dressing up so nicely today? What are you going out for?” Seeing my serious attire, Auntie Ouyang’s bright peach-blossom eyes instantly lit up, staring at me intently.
“Of course it’s to welcome my Ouyang… my Lanlan home.” My heart pounded fiercely.
“Oh?” Auntie Ouyang slipped off her slippers, tilted her head, and brushed aside her wavy long hair.
One eyebrow arched, a gleam of shrewdness flashing in her eyes.
I walked over, wrapping my arms around Auntie Ouyang’s soft body.
In an instant, a clear reaction appeared between my legs.
“Has the sun risen in the west today?” Auntie Ouyang whispered by my ear.
I tilted my head, pouting my chin and searching for Auntie Ouyang’s lips with my mouth.
I thought Auntie Ouyang would kiss me proactively, but to my surprise, she covered my mouth and refused.
“Wait a moment.” Auntie Ouyang’s call also made me loosen my embrace.
She stepped into the living room, saw the roses and candlesticks on the dining table, and her jade-like hand instinctively covered her mouth.
“This…” Auntie Ouyang’s peach-blossom eyes widened in surprise.
“Um… Lanlan…” I tugged at my shirt, my eyes fixed firmly on Auntie Ouyang.
Auntie Ouyang’s head swiveled back and forth between the dining table and me, like a rattle drum.
Then she seemed to understand something, and hastily ran toward her room.
Huh?
What was Auntie Ouyang doing?
Anxious, I followed, chasing after her figure until I reached the door of her bedroom.
“Bang!” The loud door-slamming sound was like a guard’s order, blocking me at the doorway.
“Um… Lan— Auntie Ouyang!” I cried loudly, pounding on the door.
“Don’t come in!” Auntie Ouyang’s voice was loud too, and carried a tremor of excitement and panic.
“Are you okay? I…”
“I’m fine. Go prepare the dinner, I’m hungry.” Auntie Ouyang’s tone recovered a bit of calmness.
I went downstairs and returned to the living room, took out the egg tarts, cut the steak into small pieces, and arranged them on the plate.
More than ten minutes passed.
In November, it was already dark outside.
I had lit the candles, the flames dancing, much like my restless heart.
Auntie Ouyang still hadn’t come downstairs…
Just as I was hesitating whether to go up and check again.
“Tap, tap, tap…” The sound of slippers approached from afar.
I looked up toward the staircase.
With a swaying hem, two jade-like feet in golden slippers descended the wooden steps slowly.
With every step, the motion-sensor light on the corresponding stair illuminated, like a playful spirit guiding the way.
Then Auntie Ouyang appeared before my eyes, wearing a light golden slip nightgown.
Under the dim light, her fragrant shoulders were bare, her steps graceful and light.
With a light touch of makeup and elegant smile gracing her rosy lips, she gazed at me intently.
“Baby…” Auntie Ouyang’s red lips parted gently, calling me sweetly.
“Ou— Lanlan…” I instinctively stood up, slowly shuffling toward Auntie Ouyang.
“Baby… Xiao Yu…”
“Mmm! Mwah—”
Auntie Ouyang’s delicate figure threw herself eagerly into my chest.
Her fragrant, smooth arms wrapped around my neck, offering me her passionate kiss.
“Mwah! Mmm!”
“Mmmwah! Mwah— mwah—!” I also let go of all restraint.
What mother-in-law and son-in-law?
What elder and junior?
I’d learn from Yue Feng — now there were only a man and a woman who wanted to be together!
“Mmm! Mwah!” After the kiss ended, I opened my eyes again.
What came into view was Auntie Ouyang’s eyes filled with amorous desire.
“Baby… are we the only two tonight?” Auntie Ouyang’s fragrance brushed against my face.
“Yes, just the two of us.” I nodded.
“So… what does my little Xiao Yu want to do? Eat?” Auntie Ouyang asked ambiguously.
“Um… Lanlan said you could whenever, right?” I remembered what Auntie Ouyang had said to me before.
“You bad boy!” Auntie Ouyang poked my nose with her index finger, then hugged my neck and said, “Carry me to eat.”
I grasped the back of Auntie Ouyang’s waist with both hands.
Her jade legs instantly sprang up, wrapping around my waist.
Carrying her, I slowly walked toward the dining table.
“You prepared quite thoroughly.” Sitting on my lap, Auntie Ouyang brought her tableware and wine glass to the front.
She picked up a rose, first sniffing it with her nose, then pressing a petal with her lips, and finally bringing the petal to my mouth.
Our four lips met again, and the petal melted in our mouths.
“Mwah!”
The candlelight flickered, everything bathed in a dreamy filter, yet the delicate figure in my arms was so real, so warm.
Auntie Ouyang sat sideways, piercing a piece of steak with her fork.
She bit one end, then brought the other end to my lips.
Was Auntie Ouyang going to eat with me?
I closed my eyes, swallowing the meat bite by bite, until I touched that familiar yet untouchable softness again.
Such things repeated once, twice, and again.
But we reveled in it, never growing tired…
“Mmm, the cold dish is also excellent, baby Xiao Yu.” Auntie Ouyang kept feeding me, just as she had when I was a child.
Full of patience, full of compassion, now adding a touch of passionate desire.
This was my first time eating with Auntie Ouyang like this, yet now we were doing something so familiar and natural.
The candles had burned more than halfway.
New wax along the tracks of already solidified wax slowly slid down, dripping onto the clean tablecloth, staining it with an alluring red.
As if foreshadowing what I was about to do — using my white, viscous substance to trespass upon Auntie Ouyang’s pink forbidden territory…
“Did you make the egg tarts yourself, baby?” Auntie Ouyang asked softly.
“I mixed the tart liquid myself, and the rest used what was available at home.” I answered, chatting with Auntie Ouyang as if it were ordinary conversation.
Though there was tension and romance, it was not exactly what I had imagined.
Although my hand was held by Auntie Ouyang and placed on her full breast, gently kneaded.
Perhaps because Auntie Ouyang and I were already very familiar… As she had said, where had I not seen?
And where had she not seen?
This time, not only to see, but to enter, to explore, to possess!
To make her and it belong to me!
Thinking this, my hand unconsciously increased its pressure.
“Ah—” Auntie Ouyang let out a pleasurable moan.
Fengfeng I…
“It’s okay, have a bite of egg tart!” Auntie Ouyang held the half-bitten egg tart to my lips.
I swallowed it without hesitation.
“Haha, look at you, crumbs all over your mouth.” Auntie Ouyang smiled, then extended her tongue, gently licking the corner of my mouth, rolling the tart crumbs into her own mouth.
The obscene scene and her intoxicating, enchanting face under the candlelight immersed me completely…
“Baby…” Auntie Ouyang called by my ear.
“Lanlan…” I also softly called Auntie Ouyang’s name.
Auntie Ouyang gently kissed my cheek, then took the wine glass filled with red wine, handing me one.
I removed my hand from Auntie Ouyang’s breast, took the glass.
The purplish-red liquid looked even more enchanting under the flame’s glow.
“Darling, shall we finish this glass and then go to the bedroom?” Auntie Ouyang whispered tenderly by my ear.
“Okay.” I was about to raise my hand, but Auntie Ouyang’s arm gently intercepted it.
“How about crossing arms?” Auntie Ouyang’s arm and mine intertwined, like lovers embracing.
“After finishing this glass, you’ll be my husband.” Before I could react, the purplish-red liquid disappeared past Auntie Ouyang’s vivid red lips, as if swallowing a secret.
Husband, huh… I gazed blankly at Auntie Ouyang’s crystal-clear eyes, an inexplicable emotion surging in my heart.
I decisively raised the hand holding my wine glass.
“Let’s go~ my dear Xiao Yu! Carry me!” Auntie Ouyang threw herself warmly onto me.
This time, I held Auntie Ouyang’s perky buttocks and gently blew out the flickering candlelight.
Darkness enveloped us, but this darkness seemed to transform into countless gentle hands, embracing us tightly from all directions, as if declaring that from now on, there would no longer be any distance between us.
One step… one step… one step…
My pace was steady and resolute, following the guidance of my heart, until reaching Auntie Ouyang’s bedroom door.
I squeezed Auntie Ouyang’s perky buttocks and turned the doorknob.
A faint fragrance instantly perfumed my nostrils, like her very essence embodied.
Auntie Ouyang’s large bed had already been changed with a rare crimson three-piece set.
The vivid color, set against the soft warm yellow glow of the bedside lamp, was like a touch of temptation under the sunset — both passionate and ambiguous.
This small space was illuminated by warm lighting, as if cutting off the world’s disturbances, leaving only our own world.
A little paradise belonging only to me and Auntie Ouyang…
“Put me down, husband!” Auntie Ouyang’s voice was extraordinarily sweet.
Although this title Auntie Ouyang had called more than just me, such an affectionate tone was, since my memory, a first.
Zhao Chenyu, he would never have this!
I gently set Auntie Ouyang down.
She slowly retreated, swaying with each step, until reaching the bedside.
She twisted her fragrant shoulder, and the light golden slip nightgown slipped off like water.
Instantly, the fiery red little nightgown hidden beneath came into view.
The triangle-shaped fabric struggled to wrap around Auntie Ouyang’s breasts.
Below her slender waist, the black lace skirt was short, barely covering to the roots of her thighs — this was more like seductive lingerie than sleepwear.
Auntie Ouyang swept her skirt, elegantly sitting on the edge of the bed.
But the lace trim playfully bounced back to her waist, completely exposing her alluring side buttocks.
I saw Auntie Ouyang raise both hands, begging for an embrace, her eyes shimmering, her voice extremely charming: “Husband, come claim Lanlan now.”
At this moment, her voice seemed to drill directly into my veins, and my passion ignited instantly, like wildfire sweeping across the plains!
I lunged at her and pinned Aunt Ouyang onto the bed in one motion.
“Ahh—hahaha!” Aunt Ouyang’s piercing moan was filled with wanton laughter.
Muah!
Muah!
Muah!
“Ahaha! Haha!”
My mouth wildly kissed Aunt Ouyang’s face as her hands tore open the buttons on my shirt in the chaos.
Each button popped off, and together with the white shirt, Aunt Ouyang tossed them under the bed, where they landed amid the light golden pajamas, much like our positions.
“XuanYu! XuanYu! Hmmph!” Aunt Ouyang breathlessly whispered my name as the two feet coiled around my waist kicked down my pants along my lower back.
“Swish!” Without hesitation, while kissing Aunt Ouyang’s lips, I flung my pants and underwear onto the floor.
I had never been so swift.
Already hard, my cock was like a monkey breaking free from its constraining spell, or like one pole of a magnet, instinctively drawn to the center of Aunt Ouyang’s wide-open legs.
My already sensitive scrotum felt as though it had been kissed by soft lips—a wave of moisture, warmth, and a fuzzy sensation traveled straight to my brain.
“Hmm?” I opened my eyes in query and propped myself up to look below.
I was completely naked, kneeling on the bed, with Aunt Ouyang’s thighs resting between my thighs and my ribs.
Our intimate groins pressed against each other flesh to flesh.
The black lace hem of her flirty little slip dress was already bunched above her navel, and from the waist down she was completely bare—there wasn’t a trace of underwear anywhere.
My stiff cock was resting squarely on top of Aunt Ouyang’s thick pubic hair, pointing straight at her navel.
No wonder my scrotum felt so strange—Aunt Ouyang wasn’t wearing any underwear at all!
To verify my thoughts, I raised my gaze.
The little red sleep dress had been yanked crooked and twisted by me earlier.
The triangular fabric that had wrapped around her breasts was now bunched together in her cleavage with one piece pulled to Aunt Ouyang’s side, completely failing to cover where it should have been.
Her snow-white breast flesh and pink nipples were like a shy girl whose handkerchief had been torn away, trembling slightly with each breath she took, as though resigned, the soft weight of her breasts on either side pressed against my forearms, as if seeking support.
Higher up, Aunt Ouyang’s captivating neck was covered in light red kiss marks, even extending onto her smooth jawline.
Her pristine white teeth gently bit into her bright red lower lip, while her mature, strikingly handsome face flushed with an enchanting blush.
Her eyes gazed steadily at me.
Whether it was my imagination or not, within Aunt Ouyang’s pupils, cherry pink encroached upon the black, purple clouds swallowed the pink, rose red overpowered the purple, and finally melted back into black, making her eyes all the more bright and intoxicating.
“XuanYu husband…” Aunt Ouyang softly whimpered.
Her wide-open thighs suddenly closed tight,夹ing my cock between her fleshy, plush upper legs.
“Hiss— Lanlan…” Familiar warmth enveloped me.
I leaned down again and kissed Aunt Ouyang’s red lips, my tongue sliding past her teeth, the tip of my nose grazing her tender cheek as I savored the fragrant, soft breath she exhaled.
My hands grasped her full, lush breasts.
“Pop! Pop! Pop!” My lips followed the graceful line of Aunt Ouyang’s profile downward, and what came into view shifted from her long eyelashes and captivating eyes to her two plump, snow-white breasts.
I looked up again at Aunt Ouyang, who was looking down at me in return.
Her moist red lips were slightly parted, her water-glistening eyes seemed to silently tell me:
“It’s yours.”
I could no longer hold back.
I seized both breasts with my hands, opened my mouth, and took one of Aunt Ouyang’s nipples into my mouth.
The instincts buried deep within my body surged forward in an instant, and without a second thought, I began to suck.
“Slurp, slurp, slurp…” The fire of desire in my heart was blazing.
I was truly giving it my all—the very best I had, as the phrase goes.
The sticky saliva sounds were even louder than during kissing.
“Mmm… Ah! XuanYu! Husband! Ah! It feels so good!” Aunt Ouyang’s moans were wild and unrestrained, utterly enchanting.
They drilled into my ears like bursts of electric current, making every inch of my body tingle.
Especially those repeated calls of “husband…”
I was Aunt Ouyang’s husband…
Aunt Ouyang was my woman!!
“Oh— suck—” I recalled how Zhao Chenyu had kissed Aunt Ouyang’s breasts.
My two hands pinched at the sides of her breasts, and although I couldn’t fully control them, I still gripped hard, piling her breast flesh toward the cleavage.
My mouth went back and forth between her two nipples, sucking and pulling with force, until the breasts naturally rebounded and trembled, rippling in ways that made my heart flutter.
“Ahh— ngh! Ahhh— you little rascal! Ah!” The intense stimulation from my sucking and pulling on Aunt Ouyang’s breasts sent her into incoherent ramblings as she groaned and shook her head.
“Mmph, slurp, slurp…” The fragrant, soft breasts were in my mouth, and that familiar warmth returned once more.
But this time, instead of the comforting drowsiness I usually felt, it transformed into a torrent of scalding blood that surged wildly into the cock wedged between Aunt Ouyang’s thigh roots.
“Ahh! Ahh— Xiao Yu! Xiao Yu!” Aunt Ouyang’s hands stroked the back of my head, her touch tender yet eagerly calling out my name.
“Pop—” I opened my eyes and gazed at the two breasts that had only moments before been snow-white and flawless.
Now they were covered in red marks, everywhere slick with wet saliva.
A strange sense of accomplishment rose within me, as though this was what instinct had always intended, what ought to be.
“Bad Xiao Yu! Ah! Ah! Husband!” Aunt Ouyang panted heavily, her body gone weak and limp.
Her eyes swirled with both maternal affection and raging desire.
I followed the line of Aunt Ouyang’s cleavage downward with my kisses, even extending my tongue to lick, leaving my saliva across her lovely body.
As my frame twisted and turned, my head had already reached the space between Aunt Ouyang’s legs.
Though my cock had lost that warm embrace, I spread her voluptuous, beautiful thighs, and a long-forgotten sight appeared before my eyes.
A thick, carefully trimmed patch of pubic hair covered the mound above her sex.
The full mound rose slightly, and her tender, pink pussy was already flowing with slick, wet arousal fluid.
Her tightly closed inner lips quivered nervously, opening and closing as if on the verge of confessing something.
Confessing what?
Confessing why she was dripping so much wetness?
I let my imagination run wild.
“Xiao Yu… you…” Aunt Ouyang called out softly.
She extended her hands between her thighs, as though wanting to cover herself, yet hesitating and ultimately not doing so.
The last time I had seen it was during the October holiday.
Back then, I had hesitated.
But this time, I would hesitate no more.
“Lanlan, let me taste.” I’m not even sure why those words left my mouth in a low whisper.
“Mmm…” Aunt Ouyang was overcome with shyness.
Overcome with excitement, I hugged her thigh roots and buried my face in her ripe, tender pussy.
“Ahh—!” My mouth pressed against Aunt Ouyang’s wet honeycomb, and her entire body visibly shuddered.
Her athletic thighs tensed and springy, her feet hooked onto my back, and her intoxicating, exquisite little gasps rang in my ears.
So this was Aunt Ouyang’s honeycomb?
So this was the place where Jingyan was born?
It was so tender!
My lips greedily licked and sucked, my tongue forcefully spreading the tightly closed little petals and diving deep inside the narrow passage to lap and stir.
My mouth opened wide again and again, savoring this delicious private place.
With my hands prying them apart and my tongue tip flicking gently, I pressed against the clit hidden at the peak of the little petals—already hard and protruding.
“Ahh ngh— Husband! Ah! Stop!” Aunt Ouyang’s feet rubbed against my back.
I could clearly feel her delicate toes stretching out as far as they could, then curling tightly together, clawing at my back.
Aunt Ouyang writhed her voluptuous body, panting and moaning.
Her inner passage contracted, and layer after layer of translucent, crystal-clear fluid flowed from her pussy—all of it greedily swallowed by me.
Although I really disliked Zhao Chenyu, I had to admit—when it came to handling women, this approach truly worked.
“Rascal! Little rascal! Ah! It feels so good! Xiao Yu! Husband! Husband’s licking makes Lanlan feel so good!” Aunt Ouyang’s coquettish, provocative words drew me in.
As I continued to lick her pussy, I lifted my gaze.
Aunt Ouyang’s face was flushed with intoxication.
Her two arms clamped tightly around her breasts, and one index finger had slipped into her mouth, being sucked on by her crimson lips like a greedy little girl.
Greedy?
What did Aunt Ouyang want to eat?
Could it be…
There was no could about it!
“Pop!” I gave Aunt Ouyang’s honeycomb a heavy, firm suck, then lifted my body and pressed down onto her once more.
My cock was rock hard now, aimed at Aunt Ouyang’s glistening entrance, expressing my utter impatience.
“Xiao Yu…” Aunt Ouyang’s call made me lift my head to gaze at her face.
Her lips were pressed tightly together, her eyes were closed, and then she opened them—a surge of determination welled up within.
Aunt Ouyang’s hands glided over her perky, tender breasts, down across her flat little belly, down over her plump thigh roots.
She spread her legs wide, ran her fingers along her inner thighs, and
“Xiao Yu… come on… take me!” Aunt Ouyang’s voice carried an obedient charm laced with coquetry, wrapped in shyness, like a flower bud about to bloom.
And this blooming required me to use my own hands.
“Lanlan, you are my woman.” I spoke the words that had been buried deep in my heart.
“Mmm, Lanlan is your woman.” Aunt Ouyang nodded firmly, her voice tinged with a note of crying.
My cock twitched once more.
I knew there was nothing left to wait for.
One hand steadied my cock as I leaned down and kissed Aunt Ouyang’s lips.
Thrusting my hips forward, the head of my cock pressed against her wet honeycomb, and with a powerful thrust—
“Ahh—” Aunt Ouyang’s lips broke free from mine, her head tilting back in a cry.
So tight!
So hot!
Those were my very first impressions as the glans entered her passage.
It was as though
I bit down hard on my teeth, carefully adjusted my position, and slowly pulled the shaft out.
With every slight retreat, the glans could clearly feel the squeezing of the flesh folds and the suction from deep within the opening—push and pull, reluctant yet welcoming—the extreme contrast sending tingles all over my body.
“Slap!”
Halfway out, I felt it was enough, exerted all my strength, and again parted her tight vaginal flesh, thrusting back in hard.
“Ahh—” Aunt Ouyang’s red lips parted slightly, a delicate moan overflowing with happy pleasure.
“Slap!”
“Ahhh!”
“Slap slap slap!”
“Ahhh! Ahh-err!”
Aunt Ouyang’s wet, stimulated pussy and the taboo nature of what we were doing left me unable to think—I could only move my hips instinctively, the shaft thrusting in and out, slowly penetrating her sweet hole again and again.
My future mother-in-law’s sweet pussy…
“Slap slap slap…” Gradually, I adjusted to the inside of Aunt Ouyang’s body, and the thrusts became smoother.
“Ahhh—mmmm! Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu! So comfortable! Hubby! So good! I love it!” Aunt Ouyang’s sweet panting was so intoxicating that it almost gave me the illusion that I was having sex with Jingyan.
“Slap slap! Slap slap! Slap slap!”
I also changed my rhythm, laying on Aunt Ouyang’s delicate body and thrusting powerfully.
She actively wrapped her arms around my neck, her jade hands stroking my back, and her legs obediently arranged in an M-shape, cooperating with me to the fullest.
“Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu! Xuanyu! Aah! Darling! Fuck me to death! Fuck me to death! Fuck me to death!” Aunt Ouyang’s dirty talk mixed with her moans echoed in my ears, making me thrust even more fiercely.
I finally understood why people cheer during competitions.
“Fucking you to death! Fucking you to death!” I chanted along, looking up to gaze at Aunt Ouyang’s intoxicating face—her springy eyes glistening with water, her enchanting cheeks flushed red, her fragrant sweet breath blowing onto my face.
I couldn’t wait to kiss her.
“Mmph! Hmm!” Aunt Ouyang’s fragrant tongue excitedly wrapped around mine, inviting my tongue to play in her mouth.
Meanwhile, the tender flesh deep within her sweet pussy seemed to receive the command, trembling faster and tighter around my shaft, gripping my hard rod.
Is this really Aunt Ouyang’s sweet pussy?
Is this where Jingyan was born?
Is this everything about my future mother-in-law?
Everything…
I want it all!
“Slap slap slap slap slap!” I tightly embraced Aunt Ouyang’s fragrant, soft, flawless body, our two bodies tightly intertwined, flesh merging with no gap whatsoever.
As for that red sexy sleepwear—well, in my eyes, it was just a prop to speed things up.
“Hmm… hmm… mmmph… hmm,” heavy fragrant wind blew across my face.
My hands roamed freely over Aunt Ouyang’s tender breasts and shoulders, kneading her smooth, silky skin, molding her breasts into all sorts of shapes.
This feeling of completely controlling Aunt Ouyang from top to bottom caused a major transformation not just in my body, but in my state of mind.
“Slap! Slap! Slap!” I lifted my hips and heavily pounded into Aunt Ouyang’s sweet pussy.
Unfortunately, it seemed like I could never reach the deepest part of her vagina.
That means…
I can’t completely possess Aunt Ouyang?
No!
How can something as simple as a cock make such a claim?
As long as Aunt Ouyang is mine, then I completely possess her—as long as she only has me in her heart!
As long as she only has me in her heart!
I roared in my heart, and at the same time, made a decision.
I lifted my body and pushed the shaft to the very deepest point, savoring the pleasure.
“Ahhh-err—” Aunt Ouyang’s lewd moans immediately poured out.
“Hubby… what’s wrong? Are you about to cum, Lanlan?” Aunt Ouyang’s hands restlessly stroked my back.
“Lanlan, from now on, only fuck me, okay?” I stared into Aunt Ouyang’s eyes and asked seriously.
“Mmm, only fucking you!” Aunt Ouyang gazed at me without blinking, not avoiding the question at all.
“I mean it!”
“Really! Only you! Not even Uncle Qin!” Aunt Ouyang said that name I always wanted to avoid—the name that made me feel guilty.
I really am sorry to Uncle Qin by doing this…
and also Jingyan—although it’s with her mother, it’s still infidelity.
“It’s okay, baby, don’t overthink it. Lanlan is prepared.” Aunt Ouyang seemed to know what I was thinking and comforted me.
“It’s okay…” I leaned over and rested my head on her shoulder.
“Hubby, has anyone said anything to you lately?” Aunt Ouyang suddenly asked a nonsensical question.
“Huh? No.” I immediately realized she was talking about Zhao Chenyu.
“Mmm! Fuck me!”
“Fuck you!”
“Slap slap slap!”
The thrusting resumed, and I began my final sprint.
“Ahhh-err! Hubby! Hubby! Xiaoyu hubby! Aah! Fuck me to death! Harder!” The sounds of flesh colliding and Aunt Ouyang’s moans intertwined, making this bedroom belonging to Aunt Ouyang and Uncle Qin bloom with taboo spring vitality.
My hands braced on either side of Aunt Ouyang’s body as I watched her breasts trembling with waves; admired her fiery, moving figure twisting beneath me; enjoyed the sight of Aunt Ouyang’s delicate flushed face covered in spring desire—her peach-like eyes glazed, her sweet breath unceasing, her fragrant sweat coating her body.
Most importantly, Aunt Ouyang’s warm sweet pussy tightly enveloped my shaft, with plenty of sweet juices lubricating my thrusts, allowing me to ride smoothly through this warm passage.
This warmth reminded me of Aunt Ouyang’s long-lost embrace.
Not just now, but the one that had been hidden inside my body since birth—a warm embrace I had felt all along.
Love and familial affection flowed through my body, desire circulating alongside it, from me to her and from her to me—two becoming one, inseparable…
Until it surged through countless, tireless thrusts, transforming into an electric impulse that made my entire body tremble.
“Aunt Ouyang! I’m gonna cum!” I squeezed these words out between my teeth, even forgetting to call her Lanlan.
“Ahh! I’m coming too! Coming! Baby! Cum inside me! Cum inside me!” Aunt Ouyang cried out loudly.
“Inside?” I asked in surprise.
“Yes! Inside! Cum inside! Aah! Hubby! Cum for Lanlan! Aah—” Aunt Ouyang suddenly shivered all over.
And I could clearly feel the tightness of her vagina during her orgasm—countless tender flesh seemed to receive a charge command, all squeezing my shaft at once.
In an instant, I could no longer hold back.
“Ahhh—cummed!” After a loud roar, I threw myself onto Aunt Ouyang’s body, my waist tingling with pleasant numbness, a hot stream gushing out, scalding semen gushing from my shaft into her inside, venting my desires—and other emotions as well.
“Ahh, so good!” My eyes closed, my whole body trembling, enjoying this heaven-sent ecstasy, this transgressive bliss.
“Ahh ha… ahh ha… ahh ha…”
“Ahh ha… ahh ha… ahh ha… so good”
Both Aunt Ouyang and I were panting heavily.
“Lanlan… is it okay to cum inside?” I lifted my head and asked with some concern.
“It’s fine.” A happy smile lingered on Aunt Ouyang’s drunkenly flushed face.
“It’s fine. If we get pregnant, we’ll raise the baby.” Aunt Ouyang said this explosive sentence so calmly.
“Huh?” I exclaimed in surprise.
“You thought who the father of the second child would be?” Aunt Ouyang reached out and pinched my nose.
“I…” I pointed at myself with my finger, my eyes wide with shock.
“Don’t worry, Hubby.” Aunt Ouyang hugged me.
I suddenly felt that although I was the one who had designed this scheme to win over Aunt Ouyang, I somehow felt like I’d been tricked.
“Now it’s settled—my daughter and I are both yours now, Xuanyu.” Aunt Ouyang whispered softly into my ear.
I didn’t know what to reply for a moment.
“However, I want to be the main wife.” Aunt Ouyang joked.
“Mmm, whatever Lanlan says goes.” I replied.
“You little rascal, take it out already!” Aunt Ouyang pushed me.
“Oh, oh!” I rolled over, and my softening shaft slipped out.
I glanced down and saw it was covered with thick viscous fluid mixed with white and transparent colors.
And when I turned over, I happened to lie exactly where Uncle Qin usually slept.
“You little rascal! You bullied me like that earlier, let me see how I’ll deal with you.” Aunt Ouyang also rolled over, resting on top of my spread legs, lightly brushing her hair aside, her flushed face hovering above my naked crotch.
“Ahh—” I shouted loudly.
“Buzz buzz!” The phone vibration sound came from Aunt Ouyang’s phone on the bedside table.
I picked it up and looked.
The screen showed an incoming voice call.
From:
My dearest
Jingyan baby.
It’s Jingyan?!
Before I could figure out how to react, Aunt Ouyang had already groped my stomach and snatched the phone away.
“Huh?” I was about to say something, but Aunt Ouyang’s lips moved, and the warm stimulation of my shaft made me swallow back whatever I was going to say.
“Hello? Baby?” Aunt Ouyang answered the call while I gritted my teeth, not daring to breathe loudly.
“Mom, you’re home?” Jingyan’s gentle, sweet voice came through, and my face burned red.
“Yes, lying comfortably in the bedroom~” Aunt Ouyang’s jade hand gently stroked my shaft while answering Jingyan.
“What’s Xuanyu doing? I called him but he didn’t pick up.” Jingyan pouted.
“Guess~” Aunt Ouyang placed the phone on my lower abdomen and extended her tongue, gently licking the frenulum of my glans.
“Hiss–” The pleasure made my whole body tingle, but I dared not make a sound.
“Aiyah, Mom~ tell me~ Xuanyu really~ what did you go do~” Jingyan’s words made my face even hotter.
“Mmmm” Aunt Ouyang opened her red lips wide, engulfing my glans, her little tongue teasing.
Waves of warm tingling made my shaft become engorged and hard again, my hands tightly gripping the bedsheet, enduring the pleasure.
“Your little boyfriend is keeping Mom company in bed~” Aunt Ouyang’s words almost made me hold back.
“Huh? What?” Jingyan exclaimed in surprise.
“What? Is that not allowed? I don’t know who, when they were little, wanted Mom to tuck them in, but also wanted their Xuanyu gege to tuck them in, so they insisted on holding one hand of each and the three of them squeezing into one small bed?” As Aunt Ouyang spoke, I also remembered—this must have been when I was seven or eight years old, right?
“Aiyah—Mom~!” Jingyan called out in embarrassed annoyance.
“Oh my, our fairy Jingyan has such dark history too, hehehe!” Another girl’s laughter came through the phone.
“Mom! Stop teasing me! Xianing is laughing at me! Aiyah, stop laughing! Mmh~!” Finally, the sound of girls playfully fighting could be heard.
“Then come home now, and the three of us can sleep together again. This time, how about letting your little boyfriend sleep in the middle?” I realized Aunt Ouyang was deliberately saying these things.
“I’m ignoring you!” Jingyan called out.
“Haha—umm! Umm! Are you coming? Mmm hmm? Xianing hasn’t been to the house in a while, has she?” Aunt Ouyang was bobbing my newly hardened shaft in and out of her mouth, making muffled humming sounds from her nose.
“Mom, what are you doing? Eating something? You’re speaking so indistinctly.” Jingyan complained.
Indistinctly?
I remembered when I called Aunt Ouyang while cooking, she also sounded like that—could it be that…
I furrowed my eyebrows, but it was immediately distracted by the pleasure of my shaft.
“Mmm… eating something, something delicious, your little boyfriend is giving me a massage. Mmm hmm!” Aunt Ouyang sucked and spoke.
“Then why isn’t he talking! Xuanyu! Xuanyu!” Jingyan shouted loudly, followed by Mu Xianing deliberately pitched voice also calling my name, as if looking for a lost child.
This Mu Xianing!
“Alright, I told him not to talk! He left his phone on the dining table.” Aunt Ouyang pulled out my shaft, her jade hand caressing my scrotum—the first time anyone had touched my scrotum, and I shuddered again.
“Alright then, let your son-in-law give you a massage. I’m going to take a bath and rest. Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight, silly Xuanyu! I’ll deal with you tomorrow!”
“Ohoho, I’ll deal with you tomorrow~ hehehe~” Mu Xianing was still teasing.
“You brat!”
With a click, the call ended.
“Your big cock is hard again… Hubby~” Aunt Ouyang switched to an extremely seductive tone.
“Bad Lanlan! Let me see how I’ll deal with you!” I threw the phone on the bedside table, got up, and grabbed Aunt Ouyang’s arm.
“Ahhaha!” Aunt Ouyang shook her hand free, gracefully knelt and lay on the bed, presenting her sexy perky buttocks toward me.
Her full, snow-white mature peach was bouncing before my eyes, and between the peach halves was her moist sweet pussy, still dripping with thick white fluid.
“Hubby~ come quickly~ come fuck me, Lanlan’s little slutty hole is so itchy~” Aunt Ouyang was completely in heat.
“Fuck!” I roared, mounted her like a warrior on horseback, aimed at Aunt Ouyang’s sweet pussy, and thrust back in.
“Ahh—”
I had no choice but to wake up with my eyes still wet.
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