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Chapter 20 Part 1: Invitation and Surrender
Autumn sunlight, lazy and warm, poured through the spotless floor-to-ceiling windows of Chen Fang's home, spreading a golden carpet across the floor.
Dust motes drifted in the air along with a peculiar hush unique to this home a blend of bookish air and some ineffable stillness settled after descent.
Xiaoyu, in loose black loungewear, sank into the single chair by the window, one long leg tossed onto the footstool.
He held a heavy Introduction to Quantum Mechanics, eyes calmly sweeping the difficult symbols; his profile in the light looked particularly stark and cold.
Outside, the neighborhood was quiet; sometimes a leaf spun down.
It was senior academic seminar day; as a physics-olympiad seed, he had stolen a rare half-day of ease.
The quiet broke under a string of deliberately softened clicks mature heels with their particular cadence.
The sound stopped outside the door, then the soft turn of a key Wang Li had a key to Chen Fang's home, another footnote to "intimacy without bounds."
The door swung; Wang Li entered at the foyer with a gust of perfume.
She was clearly dressed to the nines: a burgundy silk blouse, collar slightly open just enough to show delicate clavicles and a pale cleft; below, a matching knee-length pencil skirt tracing round hips and waist.
Her makeup was meticulous; but in the roll of her eyes, she couldn't hide a suppressed, thirsty undertow.
In her hand a delicate paper bag the sweet smell of fresh-baked almond croissants wafted out.
"Xiaoyu? Home?" Her voice carried just-right surprise and a faint husk; she stepped in, her gaze like a hook, instantly anchoring the boy sunk in books by the window.
At the sight of him, the little flame called "hunger" she had pressed down for days leapt high, scorching her nerves.
He lifted his eyes from the page, calm gaze skimming over her.
Her careful dress, the desire almost spilling but forcibly tamped none of it hid under his sharp survey.
He shut the book and set it on the walnut table, leaning back a hair settling as if a spectator awaiting the curtain.
He didn't rise just answered, light: "Mm. Aunt Wang."
She set the bag on the foyer console and swept in like a scented breeze; the crisp tick of her heels stirred the room's stillness.
"What a coincidence! I just picked up fresh croissants thought I'd bring Sister Fang some to try." She spoke as she naturally drifted kitchen-ward, but her eyes stuck to Xiaoyu. "Where's Sister Fang? Out?"
"Supermarket." He kept it spare; his gaze returned to her serene and penetrating.
He knew the croissants were a fig leaf.
Wang Li's aim had always been crystal.
Her steps stopped at the kitchen door; she turned with a more sultry smile threading in just the right "letdown" and "light-at-the-end" delight: "Oh… what a shame. But…" She swayed back, step by step toward him; the heels' crisp notes struck a taut string in the room each step landing squarely on their unstated accord. "…to find you home, Xiaoyu that's fate. Auntie's been… empty inside the last few days feels like a piece missing stuffy; I wanted someone to talk to, to breathe with." She reached the sofa didn't sit; she leaned, hands graceful on the arm, and brought that sultry face close; the silk collar slipped lower, spilling more spring into view.
Iris perfume, baking sweetness, and her own mature heat expanded in the air.
"Stuffy?" His mouth curled faintly, amused; his eyes stayed bottomless. "Xiaokai's away at a closed robot-camp shouldn't Aunt Wang be… nicely quiet?" He pinned it cleanly; his gaze like a probe to her thirsty core.
Her smile stalled but unknotted a moment later cheeks tinged with having been seen through; and deeper reckless abandon.
She stopped skirting it lowered herself closer almost near enough to feel the young heat from him lips parted, breath sweet her voice thick and scratching at the heart: "Quiet it is… but in here… it's like a little bird won't behave fluttering, never still… especially…" Her gaze, bold and hooked, slid over the coiled outline under his loungewear; her tongue wet her lip without thought; her voice dropped, intimate with secret-sharing: "…especially at night when I think of… camp then… and last time here… that… shiver you give a heart… Auntie's body lights up… numb and buzzing… hollow, badly…" The words weren't crass but full of sensual hints "heart-shiver," "numb buzzing," "hollow badly" painting hunger more bone-deep than the blunt.
His eyes finally rippled deep water stirred by her provocative confession and sacrificial pose.
He didn't push her aside; instead his hand shot out unyielding clamped her wrist on the arm yanking her to him.
"Hollow?" His voice dropped dangerous magnetism handling fragile porcelain. "Then how does Aunt Wang… want to be filled?" His other hand slid down her smooth forearm and through silk landed on the soft curve of her waist fingers warm and grinding slow into the tempting arc.
"Mm…" She gave a short, satisfied moan her frame melted, boneless, into him.
She tilted up eyes drunk taking in his near, handsome, cold lines lips parted speaking with sacrificial urgency: "Xiaoyu… help Auntie… please? Auntie… misses you… down to the bones… wants… to be kneaded to pieces… melted in your arms…"
At that surging brink came another key turning at the door.
Chen Fang came in with grocery bags.
At a glance she saw them their bodies almost one Wang Li twined like a vine on him cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling and his hand, possessive, at her waist.
Chen Fang halted.
No shock, no anger not even a ripple.
Her drawn face held a near-limpid calm as if this were the most natural tableau of this twisted world.
She set the bags down silently, light as a shadow slipping into the background.
Wang Li, seeing her, didn't flush she brightened like finding a confidante eyes ablaze with an invitation.
She wriggled a bit up (still pressed close) and beckoned, voice husky from lust and deliberately intimate: "Sister Fang! Perfect timing! Come Xiaoyu has rare free time… we two sisters… together… let's 'keep him company'?" She drew "keep company" long loaded with the unsaid.
A barely visible tremor ran through Chen Fang.
She looked first to Wang Li's spring-soft face, then to Xiaoyu.
He, too, watched her calm, deep wordless inquiry and… waiting.
A complex swell rose in Chen Fang not old heaviness and resigned despair but a waking tremor with secret want braided with long-trained obedience to his will.
She had molted in the abyss learning to snatch a twisted pleasure amid descent.
She lowered her lashes casting a small shade to hide the ember quietly catching below then stepped, one step after another calmly but with a strangely docile resolve toward the sofa of desire and belonging.
Wang Li's smile bloomed brighter as Chen Fang neared.
She slid aside to open a space on his other side took Chen Fang's cool hand and drew her down beside her.
In a breath, Xiaoyu sat flanked Wang Li on one side, Chen Fang on the other like two night orchids blooming for him one blazing, one demure.
"Sister Fang, look at Xiaoyu…" Wang Li breathed at her ear her gaze dropping to the rising under cloth, obvious even so. "…isn't he… pent up too? We… must make him… comfortable…" As she spoke, a hand boldly, teasingly pressed and circled over the hot, hard shape through the fabric.
His breath roughened a shade; he stayed back against the sofa eyes deep on the two women like a king awaiting devoted offerings.
Chen Fang felt Wang Li's touch and his silent, magnetic stare.
She drew a breath like settling a resolve unlike past numbness this one held agency.
She did not hesitate; copying Wang Li, her cool hand slid onto his other thigh then, slowly, with exploring piety, toward the same burning swell.
No longer stiff her motion held a shy tenderness a feather-light touch with a quivering, inward invitation.
Two mothers' hands one fiery, rhythmic; one gentle, bashful with first bloom both set upon the boy's source of absolute power and forbidden joy.
His throat bobbed he sighed, low and satisfied.
He shut his eyes sinking into their dual, different service.
Wang Li's fingers writhed like a serpent kneading, pressing, circling through cloth bringing bold surges.
Chen Fang's hand was soft and fine her touch lighter, slower slightly trembling worshipping a relic her tentative care delivered another, deeper thrill of conquest and hidden satisfaction.
"Xiaoyu… is it good?" Wang Li panted syrupy sweet glancing to guide Chen Fang. "Sister Fang… lower… yes… like that… gently… Xiaoyu likes this…" Sharing, coaching.
Chen Fang flushed eyes shy and flitting yet she obeyed fingers encountering frightening hardness and heat shame and secret excitement boiling through her.
She forced focus to feel, to answer, to try to please.
Seeing the enjoyment on his face, Wang Li's fire flared.
Not content to stroke through cloth
She raised her eyes hazy, starry fixed on him lips parting with near-sacred plea: "Xiaoyu… let Auntie… see it… please? Auntie… misses it… so much it burns…" As she spoke, her other hand bravely, with sacrificial grace, undid the top buttons of her blouse letting that white fullness in black lace strain closer to view deep cleft killingly seductive.
She arched her chest for him ripeness on display.
That subtle yet deadly invitation was the final catalyst.
His eyes snapped open the undertow turned to flame.
He didn't wait he seized the hand on his crotch voice rough, brooking nothing: "Open it."
She drank the command like gospel face lit with joy.
She sat up hands swift and devout undid the rest slid silk from shoulders
In a flash, a mature body in black lace bra and pencil skirt snow skin, thunderous curves stood bared in light.
Her proud fullness trembled in lace buds clear under sheer.
Below the flat belly, the skirt hugged the sumptuous line.
Without coyness rather a collector's pride she angled to show her best side.
Then, obedient and intent, she knelt on the soft carpet before him gazing up eyes filled with yearning and submission: "Xiaoyu… Auntie is… yours…" Short words endless offering.
His gaze swept her body then turned to Chen Fang cheeks aflame, eyes damp, yet not looking away. His look deepened silent order: "You too."
A tremor crossed Chen Fang.
Baring herself before her son before Wang Li shame still surged but this time it was capped by a newborn urge to be seen, to be possessed.
She didn't stiffen or resist she began, shyly, to undo the buttons of her cream cotton-linen housewear.
Still a shade hesitant fingertips cool but no longer clumsy.
One, two… The last button slipped soft fabric fell revealing a simple cotton undergarment drawing a slim waist and pert line.
Not as lush as Wang Li she held a lean, fragile beauty skin fine under the light like fine white porcelain.
Wang Li's eyes flickered with appreciation and thicker want.
She whispered: "Sister Fang, beautiful…" No urging only a woman's praise of beauty.
Chen Fang flushed deeper; she raised arms to hide then, meeting his deep eyes, slowly lowered them.
She turned a little showing her slim, balanced side neck and clavicle drawn into a clean line like a peacock finally mustering to spread reserved allure.
His eyes took in the two different, equally blooming bodies a flood massive conquest and taboo thrill slammed through him.
He stood looming over them the kneeling, sacrificed Wang Li; the seated, budded mother.
He yanked down his loungewear and briefs; his shaft engorged to the limit, veined, reeking male rose like a waking dragon towering stealing breath.
"Ah…" Wang Li sighed sated and greedy eyes drunk as a pilgrim seeing a miracle.
Hands eager, cupped the burning column feeling the iron heat and pulse.
She tilted up adoration and want: "Xiaoyu… it's… magnificent… Auntie… loves it…" She set her tongue to work starting with the full sack then up the thick base greedy and meticulous licking every inch tracing veins with devotion ending at the purple crown beaded with dew teasing the slit with loving skill.
"Mm…" He grunted her practiced, love-drenched mouth brought heights that hit the soul.
His deep gaze shifted to Chen Fang cheeks aflame, eyes misted, breath quick.
He reached gentle but unarguable lifted her chin so she couldn't escape the sight of his shaft wet and gleaming from Wang Li's mouth.
"Mom," he said low, magnetic coaxing command, "together with Aunt Wang."
She jolted.
Together… to serve… her son's… That knowledge smashed her heart pounding.
She would have turned away but that gentle, firm hand sealed every retreat.
She was led inch by inch toward the symbol of taboo and absolute submission.
The heavy male scent mixed with Wang Li's saliva assaulted her senses and lit the ember deep within.
On hearing his order, Wang Li thrilled more.
She lifted gleam at her lip eyes bright with sharing joy and encouragement: "Sister Fang! Come! Together… let's dote on him…" She slid aside and then took the crown deep again loud, indecent sounds.
Watching Wang Li's absorbed service feeling his firm, gentle pressure on her chin and the growing urge within Chen Fang's shame was finally overrun by a newborn impulse to join the forbidden joy.
She shut her eyes lashes trembling hard gathering nerve then, with a cocoon-breaking resolve, opened her mouth, trembling, to the lower half mimicking Wang Li her soft tongue awkward, earnest licking the wet, scorching shaft.
The instant her tongue touched the hot, pulsing column a current shot through her.
A strange, completely conquered thrill and a secret craving to be filled.
Stifling a whimper, she focused, exploring carefully still clumsy but caldron-warm.
He felt the dual, opposite mouths.
Wang Li wet, hot, tight fiery skill her suction brought crashing waves.
His mother cooler, shy her tongue clumsy but devout each lick tentative smoldering with inward longing lips sometimes accidentally cupping softly sending a deeper, incest-stamped satisfaction through him.
Seeing his thick shaft licked by two women of his mothers' age one fiery, one shy the visual and psychic shock was unprecedented perfect.
"Ugh… yes… like that…" He panted one hand stroking each neck and hair his hips moving he looked down on the obscene, oddly beautiful scene Wang Li's rapture Chen Fang's closed-lid, trembling-lash devotion and a tsunami of kingly conquest surged.
Feeling his motion, Wang Li worked harder relaxing throat taking deeper humming in satisfaction.
She even licked where Chen Fang's tongue worked twice their tips brushed and tangled on the shaft sparking a forbidden intimacy tacit and silent.
Touched by Wang Li's tongue, Chen Fang jolted but didn't retreat shame and excitement woven she redoubled her careful licks.
Her mouth filled with his aggressive musk and Wang Li's sweet saliva a cocooning, sinking calm replaced the old nausea.
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