Chapter 7: A Twisted Kiss

Suddenly, Wang Xiulan’s mind went blank, jolting her awake from her almost overwhelming desire.

She quickly withdrew her hand and glanced at Lin Zhe in alarm.

She looked again at her still fair and tender hand, which had almost committed a heinous crime. Although she hadn’t actually touched it, she could almost feel the scorching heat emanating from that thick, fleshy penis still lingering on her fingertips.

In an instant, all the color drained from Wang Xiulan’s face, turning her deathly pale. Lin Zhe’s thoughts returned to reality at this moment.

The lust in his eyes faded, replaced by boundless panic and shame.

At that moment, Lin Zhe, regaining his senses, frantically tried to stuff his still-erect penis, which had almost plunged him and his mother into an abyss, back into his pants.

However, because he was in such a hurry when zipping up the zipper, his large, purple glans got caught in it, and he gasped in pain.

“hiss...”

But the physical pain was nothing compared to the turmoil raging in my heart at that moment.

Lin Zhe could only grit his teeth and painstakingly stuff it back into his pants.

In the restroom, neither of them dared to look at the other.

As an elder, Wang Xiulan forced herself to turn around, straightened the collar of her cheongsam with trembling hands, and then haphazardly wiped her face in front of the mirror, trying to hide her distraught appearance.

She then opened the door first and practically fled the scene.

Lin Zhe watched his mother’s retreating figure, took a deep breath, and followed behind her.

The air was filled with the unique scent of his mother, a mixture of perfume and fear. This scent caused Lin Zhe’s erect penis, which had just weathered a storm, to twitch unnaturally.

...

When they returned to the living room one after the other, the atmosphere had become somewhat awkward.

Lin Jianguo was impatiently tapping the table with his fingers. He frowned as he looked at his wife and son’s obviously strange expressions, but the alcohol made him too lazy to investigate further, assuming that the two of them had just had a disagreement. Tonight’s game hadn’t really gotten very satisfying so far.

Su Yu, meanwhile, was leaning against the sofa not far from the dining table.

Two long, snow-white legs were crossed, gleaming like ivory under the light, their posture languid and alluring.

The black silk nightgown she wore barely covered the top of her thighs; although it didn’t reveal her underwear, it only fueled the imagination.

Seeing her mother-in-law’s deathly pale face and her husband’s absent-minded appearance, she smiled faintly.

He thought to himself with smug satisfaction, “Hmph, you like to put on airs? Let’s see how embarrassed you are!”

Just then, Lin Jianguo spoke in a hoarse voice, breaking the silence:

“Why did you take so long? Sit down quickly, let’s continue the game!”

Wang Xiulan sat stiffly in her seat, her body ramrod straight, her hands gripping the hem of her cheongsam tightly, as if only in this way could she draw strength.

Because of what she had just experienced, she dared not look at anyone. Although her eyes were fixed on the cards in front of her, her mind was filled with her son’s thick and grotesque penis.

That would be too much of a shock for someone who had been a full-time housewife for over twenty years.

If it weren’t for the internet being so developed these days, the number of men she would have met after marrying Lin Jianguo would definitely not have exceeded ten. Not to mention seeing something that big.

Lin Zhe also sat down in his original spot. He didn’t dare to look up either, because his parents were right in front of him. He could only turn his gaze to his wife, Su Yu, who was not far away.

At this moment, Su Yu’s body, wrapped in a black nightgown and brimming with desire, was strangely overlapped in Lin Zhe’s eyes with his mother’s figure, dressed in an elegant cheongsam and still possessing a graceful figure.

Lin Zhe’s desires became more distorted and complex than ever before, like a pot of boiling poison churning inside his body.

“Alright! Let’s start a new round!”

As Lin Jianguo spoke, the game continued, and Su Yu returned to the table.

Before long, a triumphant smile appeared on Lin Jianguo’s lips: