The commotion upstairs had finally subsided.
As they descended, Lin Zhe led the way, looking refreshed and buoyant, though his steps carried a hint of exhaustion—a unique blend of depletion and satisfaction that follows release.
His usually bright and handsome face now bore an indescribable look of satiation, with a certain clarity gleaming in the corners of his eyes and brows.
Following closely was Su Yu.
No matter how many times one saw her, her beauty remained breathtaking.
A fitted beige cashmere coat hugged her graceful figure, its hem revealing a glimpse of her calves encased in sheer black stockings the color of midnight. Her ankles were so slender they seemed fragile, while the curve of her calves was full and rounded, like fine mutton-fat jade meticulously carved and veiled in a mysterious, alluring black gauze.
As Su Yu moved, the hem of her coat swayed gently, subtly outlining the firm, rounded shape of her buttocks. Each step seemed to tread upon one's heartstrings, swaying with an enchanting grace.
Her raven-black hair was casually tied into a bun, a few stray strands framing her ears, lending her a lazy yet freshly nurtured allure. Her eyes shimmered like spring waters, and the faint, elusive smile at her lips spoke not only of her cheerful mood but also of lingering memories from the morning's wanton escapades.
Bringing up the rear was Lin Yue.
As the elder sister, she exuded the plump charm unique to a young matron.
Dressed in a deep purple form-fitting knit dress—a color that demanded confidence—it accentuated her snow-white skin, making it appear even more translucent.
Her proud, full breasts strained against the knit fabric, trembling slightly with each step down the stairs, bearing the weight of ripe peaches.
Though her waist wasn't as slender as Su Yu's willow-like figure, it made up for it with a soft fullness, radiating both maternal warmth and sensual tension.
Her long legs were similarly sheathed in black stockings, but her leg contours were more voluptuous. The firm, powerful curve of her thighs hinted at their ability to entice and ensnare, capable of squeezing a man's waist into submission.
At this moment, she wasn't holding the child in her arms. Her expression was languid, with a soft, lingering tenderness at the corners of her eyes and brows, as if she hadn't fully awakened from the disarray of the bed.
Downstairs in the living room.
Lin Jianguo had risen even earlier and was sitting on the rosewood sofa, holding a newspaper but not turning a page for a long while. His posture was rigid, his back ramrod straight.
Not long ago, the faint sounds of impact and moans from upstairs had drifted into his ears, clawing wildly at his heart.
He had heard it clearly—the joyous symphony of young bodies colliding, a new world beyond the reach of an old man like him.
Wang Xiulan, holding her grandson Li Shiming, sat on the other side at some point.
Her expression was as calm as still water, showing no ripples of emotion.
As her three children descended, her gaze swept over Lin Zhe's satisfied face, Su Yu's flushed lips, and Lin Yue's weak legs.
She had already sensed everything when she went upstairs earlier to fetch the child.
"Breakfast is ready. Let's eat something first."
Wang Xiulan's voice was gentle, carrying the composure of the matriarch of the household, yet two faint blushes rose involuntarily on her cheeks.
This blush was not from shyness but excitement, a bewitching allure nurtured by the immoral and incestuous family dynamics.
Her fingers, holding the child, tightened slightly. Her nails, rounded and pink, stood out beautifully against the child's pale yellow clothing.
Afterward.
The family ate a simple breakfast, the atmosphere both strange and harmonious.
Lin Zhe wiped his mouth, twirling the car keys in his hand with a crisp sound.
"Dad, Mom, I've packed everything."
"Let's head out. The earlier we get to Tang Valley, the more time we'll have to enjoy ourselves."
Hearing this, Lin Jianguo set down his napkin and grunted in agreement, "Mm."
Arriving at the parking lot downstairs.
Lin Jianguo had initially intended to head to his own car but was stopped by a voice.
"Dad, take a break today. Let your son be your chauffeur!"
Lin Zhe's face was plastered with a filial smile, but a shadowy glint flickered in his eyes as he continued,
"Today, just relax and enjoy being the hands-off boss."
Lin Jianguo paused, turning back to look at his son's youthful, vibrant face, feeling somewhat dazed.
Unnoticed, the once somewhat shy child had grown into a man who could stand by his side.
Lin Jianguo retracted his right foot and replied,
"Alright, we'll do as you say."
With that, he strode to the trunk, stowed the luggage, and then pulled open the rear door, sliding in first.
The seating arrangement was as follows: Lin Zhe in the driver's seat,
Wang Xiulan, holding the sleepy Li Shiming, in the passenger seat.
Once inside, she adjusted the seat to sink more comfortably into it. Her long legs were pressed together and tilted slightly, the flesh-toned stockings shimmering with a soft pearl-like sheen in the sunlight. Her knees were rounded, and the curve of her calves was elegant, like tender lotus roots freshly emerged from water.
The back seat, however, presented a different scene.
Su Yu opened the door from the other side and slipped in, taking the left seat.
She kept her legs pressed tightly together, the black stockings encasing her knees. The hem of her skirt barely covered half of her thighs, revealing that tantalizing absolute territory.
On Lin Jianguo's left was his daughter-in-law Su Yu, and on his right, his daughter Lin Yue. Two young, voluptuous, and freshly satisfied female bodies flanked him on either side.
Although the back seat of the Audi A6 was spacious, it still felt slightly cramped with three adults seated.
Lin Jianguo could clearly feel the warmth emanating from both sides.
On the left, the faint scent of perfume from Su Yu, mingled with the unique fragrance of a young woman, slithered like an invisible serpent up his nostrils and straight into his mind.
It was a scent he had tasted before, one he had once savored wildly by the park lake, in the study, and on the sofa.
His peripheral vision couldn't help but drift to the left, where the black stockings appeared even more alluring against the backdrop of the high-quality leather seats. The plumpness of his daughter-in-law's thighs, slightly squeezed by her seated posture, formed a soft, fleshy ridge.
On the right, although his daughter Lin Yue had not yet crossed any tangible boundaries with him, the forbidden allure of their blood ties, combined with her mature womanly charm, left him equally restless.
Lin Yue's legs were just as long, and the muscle contours beneath her black stockings were firmer than Su Yu's, exuding a different kind of allure—like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked.
Lin Jianguo felt his throat go dry. The dormant beast below, like a shark catching the scent of blood, began to stir restlessly. Having gone without release for some time, the oversized member, incongruous with his age, slowly swelled within his trousers, gradually propping up an awkward tent.
As a result, Lin Jianguo had to sit ramrod straight, placing his hands rigidly on his knees, attempting to conceal the embarrassing state of his lower body with this stiff posture.
The car soon started, gliding smoothly into the traffic.
Through the rearview mirror, Lin Zhe saw his father's rigid posture, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and the unmistakable outline of his crotch, squeezed tightly together by his clenched legs.
A twisted sense of pleasure surged within Lin Zhe.
This was exactly what he wanted.
His perverse cuckolding fantasy made him yearn for something intimate to happen between his two "wives" and his father in such an environment.
"Dad, is the temperature okay?" Lin Zhe suddenly asked, feigning concern, as the car merged onto the highway.
Lin Jianguo's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice strained.
"Yeah, it's fine."
Fine?
Su Yu sneered inwardly at his reply.
Her fox-like, cunning eyes then subtly glanced at the old man beside her.
His body was as taut as a fully drawn bow, and the prominent tent in his trousers, despite the fabric's concealment, stood out imposingly.
"What a lecherous old man," Su Yu thought.
But this lecherousness was because of her, and it thrilled her immensely.
Like many women, Su Yu relished this feeling—the sight of a man utterly captivated by her.
"Dad, sitting like that must be so uncomfortable," Su Yu suddenly spoke, her voice soft and sweet.
"Just relax and enjoy yourself today. No need to be so formal—we're all family."
As she spoke, she leaned slightly toward the center.
The movement caused her left thigh, clad in black stockings, to inevitably brush against Lin Jianguo's right thigh.
Hiss— The faint sound of silk rubbing against trousers, though subtle, exploded like thunder in Lin Jianguo's ears.
That smooth, delicate, and elastic sensation, transmitted through two layers of fabric, shot straight to his nerve endings.
Lin Jianguo's body jolted violently, his erect cock twitching and swelling even larger, the head pressing hard against his underwear.
Hearing his wife's words, Lin Zhe, who was driving in front, immediately chimed in:
"Yeah, Dad, just relax and do whatever feels comfortable today. Don't hold back."
Lin Jianguo couldn't resist the couple's coordinated persuasion. More importantly, his back had always been a bit weak, and maintaining such a posture for too long was genuinely taxing.
He slowly let out a breath, surrendering his last shred of resistance in the cramped space, caught between the two women.
With that release, the bulge at his crotch, which had been barely concealed before, instantly swelled into a prominent mound.
That substantial mass of flesh formed an unmistakable, massive protrusion against the zipper of his trousers.
At that moment, Lin Yue had been gazing out the window.
The trees along the highway sped past, blurring into streaks of green.
Her mind was in turmoil—one moment recalling the earlier debauchery between the three of them upstairs, the next... that promise.
A few days ago in the bathtub, as if possessed, Lin Yue had agreed to her brother's request to satisfy his cuckolding fetish by offering herself to their father.
Once planted, the idea had grown like wildfire.
When she heard a sound and instinctively turned her head, her gaze landed squarely on her father's crotch.
In that instant, her pupils contracted sharply.
So... so big!
Although she had inadvertently witnessed her father and Su Yu's intimacy in the living room that evening, the dim lighting had obscured the details.
But now, in broad daylight, the massive outline was stark and shocking.
Was that her father's... thing?
Was that what would soon be inside her?
As these thoughts raced through her mind, Lin Yue felt her throat go dry. Her body, which had just calmed down, began reacting again.
Between her legs, the delicate, hairless mound and plump labia seemed to secrete a transparent slickness, quietly dampening her underwear.
In less than a second, her pretty face flushed crimson, like a ripe tomato. She hurriedly turned her head away, not daring to look again, her heart pounding as if a wild deer were trapped in her chest.
Though Lin Jianguo kept his eyes fixed ahead, he could feel his daughter's burning gaze.
His old face flushed instantly, shame and guilt intertwining, making him wish he could vanish into the ground. He instinctively tried to clamp his legs tighter, to hide that embarrassing part of himself.
But a hunter never lets a wounded prey escape.
The smile on Su Yu's lips deepened.
In the next moment, her jade-like hands slowly reached behind her.
She deftly retrieved a dark gray woolen blanket from the backseat—one Lin Zhe always kept in the car, soft and luxurious to the touch.
With a rustle, Su Yu expertly shook out the blanket, releasing a faint scent of lavender.
"Dad, the air conditioning in the back is strong. Don't catch a cold."
Su Yu's voice was dripping with tenderness, filled with a daughter-in-law's "concern" for her father-in-law.
As she spoke, she leaned forward and draped the large blanket over her own and Lin Jianguo's laps.
The gray woolen blanket acted like a veil of modesty, instantly concealing the embarrassing sight at Lin Jianguo's crotch and blocking Lin Yue's unsettling gaze.
Lin Jianguo let out a long sigh of relief, his tense muscles relaxing slightly.
He cast a grateful glance at his daughter-in-law, thinking how considerate she was to know how to preserve his dignity.
"It's alright, I'm not cold..."
But before he could finish speaking, his voice caught in his throat.
Under the cover of the blanket, a pair of delicate, boneless hands, like nimble fish, silently glided over.
That jade-like hand was cool and smooth. It didn't directly touch the scorching hot shaft but gently took Lin Jianguo's rough, large hand and placed it on her thigh, clad in black stockings.
When Lin Jianguo's palm made contact with the black stockings and the youthful flesh of the thigh beneath, his mind exploded. The sensation was utterly intoxicating.
The silkiness of the stockings blended perfectly with the delicate texture of the thigh's skin. His fingers sank slightly, able to feel the firm texture beneath the flesh.
This youthful touch, this vitality of life, was enough to rejuvenate him, a man in the twilight of his years.
In that moment, the shaft that had shrunk slightly in his pants suddenly throbbed violently, swelling to its maximum state, hard and aching.
In the front seat, Lin Zhe, though unable to see the movements beneath the blanket through the rearview mirror, caught his father's instantly stiffened expression, the flicker of panic in his eyes, and the sudden peak rising beneath the center of the blanket.
Lin Zhe's grip on the steering wheel tightened abruptly, a perverse thrill surging straight to the top of his head.
Meanwhile, Lin Yue, though gazing out the window, sensed the changes in the breathing of the two beside her, the faint rustling friction under the blanket, and the sudden spike in hormonal tension in the air, all whispering in her ear:
A depraved, immoral revelry was quietly beginning under that gray blanket.
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