Old Tu in Sai Gon
Copyright© 2026 by duhless_90
Chapter 30
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 30 - At seventy-two, Old Tu leaves a forgotten village for Saigon after inheriting a rundown rental block. He comes looking for his lost children, but finds debt, lonely women, gangsters, shame, desire, and a city that will not let an old man stay dead inside.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Hypnosis NonConsensual Rape Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Humor Rags To Riches Restart Tear Jerker Workplace Cheating Wife Watching Incest Father Daughter InLaws Humiliation Rough Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Squirting Voyeurism Public Sex Size Caution Revenge Slow Violence
That night, Mai wore a black dress.
The dress was not too revealing, but it hugged her body just enough, making her shoulders look smaller, her neck higher, and her back softer under the yellow light in the room. Mai stood in front of the mirror longer than usual. She added a little lipstick, redrew her brows, brushed a light layer of powder over a face already used to looking cold and serious. Last, she sprayed on a little perfume, the kind Van had once shown her. Not too sweet, but with something in it that made people remember.
Mai looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly felt strange.
Not strange because she was beautiful. She knew she was not ugly. It was just that it had been a long time since she had dressed herself with this kind of waiting feeling. Shy, but wanting to go. Afraid someone else would see that she was happy. She did not call it a date. But inside her, everything felt like a date with Hoang.
That thought made Mai blush a little.
She picked up her bag and checked her phone. Hoang had texted that he was waiting at the head of the alley. Mai took a breath, about to step out, when she heard Old Tu’s voice from the porch.
“Going on a date, girl?”
Mai jumped.
She turned around. Old Tu was sitting on the plastic chair, both hands on his knees, eyes fixed on her without blinking. If it had been before, maybe he would only have looked and sighed. Or stayed quiet, pretending not to see. Or waited until she left, then sat alone and sulked in the hammock in the yard.
But today he was different.
No longer the beaten-down shape of an old man who only knew how to open his mouth and wait for fruit to fall. There was something more awake in his eyes. Harder. Like a man who had cursed himself long enough and finally wanted to try opening his mouth and interfering in something.
Mai stammered:
“I ... I’m only going out for a little walk.”
Old Tu looked at her.
The black dress. The faint perfume. The hair combed more carefully than usual. All of it said the opposite of her answer. But he did not call it out. He was quiet a little while, then said:
“I know Hoang is a good person.”
Mai lowered her eyes.
“Yes.”
“But you should remember.” Old Tu’s voice slowed. “You are still my daughter-in-law. Hung ain’t dead. He’s only in prison.”
That sentence fell between them, heavy and cold.
Mai stood still.
Old Tu went on, not loud, but every word had thorns.
“Maybe he wasn’t good to you. Maybe he made you suffer. But he is your husband.”
Mai tightened her fingers around the strap of her bag.
She wanted to say something. That a husband was not just a name on paper. That for all these years she had long been living like a woman with no husband. That Hung was in prison, but her prison was right here in this room, in the name of daughter-in-law, in other people’s eyes, in the silence she had endured for too long.
But she could not say it.
Not because she had no words. Because the one saying those words was Old Tu.
An old man who had fooled around, made mistakes, let so much break apart right in front of his eyes. A man Mai herself had once slapped awake from his ugly desires. Yet when Mai had just opened her heart a little, he was the one standing at the door, throwing a bucket of cold water over her.
The two of them were strange that way.
When Old Tu wanted to slide off the edge, Mai pulled him back. When Mai wanted to step out, Old Tu pulled her back in.
Old Tu looked at Mai’s face. Something shook in his eyes for a moment. But he did not take back what he had said. Some things, once spoken, could not be taken back, even when the speaker knew they hurt the listener.
After a while, he stood up.
“Go on, then.”
Mai looked up.
He turned back into his room, leaving only one sentence behind:
“Come home early.”
The door to his room closed.
Mai stood on the porch a few more seconds. The perfume on her body suddenly felt foreign. The black dress that had made her feel soft and alive a moment ago now made her feel as if she were wearing something wrong. The little happiness just lit inside her was put out too fast, leaving a tight empty space behind.
She stepped into the yard.
Night had fallen. At the head of the alley was Hoang’s motorbike headlight. He stood beside the bike, in a simple shirt, his hair still damp as if he had just showered. Seeing Mai come out, Hoang lifted his head.
His eyes stopped on her.
He could not hide the spell she put on him.
Mai saw it. If it had been a few minutes earlier, maybe she would have been shy. Maybe she would have smiled, or lightly scolded him for staring. But now, that look only made her heart hurt more. It reminded her that she could still be looked at as a woman. And it also reminded her that some things she might not have permission to receive.
Hoang started to say:
“So we go-”
Mai cut him off, her voice lower than usual:
“I want to stop by the row of sunflowers.”
Hoang paused.
“The place we sat last time?”
Mai nodded.
“Yeah.”
Hoang looked at her a little longer. He noticed at once that her face was different from when she had stepped out. Her lips still had lipstick. Her dress was still pretty. The perfume was still faint around her. But her eyes had sunk. The shy happiness he had hoped to see in her was gone.
He did not ask.
Only nodded.
“All right.”
Mai got on the bike.
Hoang handed her the helmet. When their hands touched, he felt that her hand was a little cold. Mai put the helmet on, sat behind him, and kept a proper distance. Not too far, but not close the way people sat when their hearts were happy.
The bike ran out of the alley.
Night wind blew across Mai’s face, thinning the perfume on her wrist. Stores on both sides of the road were lit up. People went out to eat, went out to play, talked and laughed, lived as if no one was tied by their own past. Mai watched the streaks of light slide backward, her heart heavy in an unpleasant way.
Mai got on the bike.
Hoang handed her the helmet. When their hands touched, both of them paused very slightly. Neither said anything, but that silence was different from before. Before Mai came out of the rental block, Hoang had still thought tonight would be a real outing. He had planned to take her to the movies. In the dark theater, the two of them sitting side by side, the sound of the film covering the quiet places, their hands maybe brushing by accident on the armrest. He had looked at Mai’s black dress and thought maybe she also knew tonight was not only an ordinary walk.
But now, between them, an invisible distance had suddenly appeared.
As if someone had just stepped in.
Mai sat behind him, both hands resting lightly on the seat, not holding Hoang’s waist the way she did when the road was crowded. Hoang felt the empty space behind his back very clearly. Not large, but enough for wind to slip through. He wanted to ask what had happened, then stopped. There were things that, if the other person did not want to say them yet, asking only made them heavier.
The bike passed through bright streets.
They were silent the whole way. Engine noise, horns, people laughing and talking by the road all slipped past very fast, while the quiet between them kept stretching longer. Hoang rode more slowly than usual. Mai looked sideways at the street, her hair moving lightly under the helmet. Her face, under the careful makeup, was still pretty, but that first brightness had gone out somewhere.
In the end, Hoang did not take her to the movie theater.
He took her to the riverbank.
There was wind there, stone benches, a few small drink stalls, and families taking children out for the evening. The river was black, smeared with lights from the buildings far away. On the wide paved space nearby, children chased one another, clear laughter ringing in the night. A father bent down to tie his daughter’s shoe. A mother sat on a stone bench, drink in hand, half scolding and half laughing when her son ran too far.
Mai sat quietly and watched.
Hoang sat beside her, with enough space between them. He looked at Mai more than at the river. His eyes could not hide his fascination, but there was helplessness in them too. He knew she had dressed up for him tonight. He also knew that, only a little while ago, maybe she had opened a small door. But now that door had been pulled shut by someone.
Mai knew Hoang was looking at her.
But she did not turn.
She was afraid if she turned and looked at him, she would no longer be Mai. No longer the woman who knew how to keep herself, knew how to weigh right and wrong, knew how to stand in the place of this family’s daughter-in-law. She was afraid that if she looked into those eyes a little longer, all the reasons inside her would soften. And she was not ready to let herself soften that much.
They sat for a long time by the river.
They did not talk about the movie. Did not talk about the date that had been turned aside. Did not talk about the black dress, the perfume, or the things that might have happened in the darkness of the theater. There was only the sound of children laughing, the wind passing over the water, and the very soft breathing of two people sitting beside each other as if something stood between them.
When they went back, Mai was still silent.
The bike moved slowly under the roadside trees. Yellow light slid across Hoang’s shoulder, then fell onto Mai’s hands resting on her thighs. She looked at the families still walking their children on the sidewalk, then suddenly said:
“Looking at those kids playing, their parents really look happy.”
Hoang did not turn back.
“Yeah.”
Mai smiled very faintly.
“Sometimes I find myself boring.”
Hoang said:
“Boring can be erased.”
Mai shook her head, though she knew Hoang could not see.
“Not boring.”
She stopped a moment.
“Lonely.”
Hoang slowed down.
After a while, he said:
“Usually, if we miss someone, that’s loneliness. The other times ... that’s being alone.”
Mai looked at his back.
“Right.”
Hoang smiled lightly, but his voice was not happy.
“Before, I was always alone.”
The night wind blew through, breaking that sentence in half.
“Lately I started feeling lonely.”
Mai froze.
That sentence touched her very lightly, but deep enough. She understood what Hoang was saying. She understood when that “lately” might have begun, and from whom. And because she understood, her heart suddenly trembled in an unsettled beat.
But she immediately steadied herself.
No.
Not now.
Not while there was still an old father-in-law at home looking at her with frightened eyes. Not while Hung’s name was still there, not dead, not gone, only locked behind iron bars but still strong enough to hold her back. Not while she herself still did not know where she wanted to go.
Mai sank into silence.
Hoang said nothing more.
The bike stopped in front of the rental block gate.
Mai got down, took off the helmet, and gave it back to him. She did not look straight into Hoang’s eyes.
“I’m going in.”
Hoang nodded.
“Yeah.”
Mai turned and went inside. She did not turn back to say goodbye. Not because she was cold, but because she was afraid that if she turned back, Hoang’s eyes would still be there. And if those eyes were still there, she would slow down. Then maybe stop. Then maybe say a sentence she should not say.
Hoang still stood outside.
Mai crossed the yard and stepped into the small front hall of the rental block. She knew he was still watching her. The feeling was very clear, like a hand resting lightly behind her back. Not pushing. Not pulling. Only waiting.
She stopped for one second.
Only one second.
Then she shut the door.
The sound of the door closing was very light, but to Mai it felt as if she had just closed something inside her heart. She stood inside, her hand still on the latch, breathing hard. Her chest rose and fell under the black dress. The perfume was still on her wrist, but now it made her feel more confused than happy.
In the dark, a voice sounded:
“You’re home.”
Mai startled and turned around.
Old Tu sat in the corner of the living room, with no light on. His shadow stretched long across the floor, the plastic chair under him creaking softly when he shifted.
“Dad...” Mai breathed out. “Why are you sitting here?”
Old Tu did not answer right away.
After a while, he said:
“Good that you’re back.”
Mai stood still, her bag still in her hand. Light from the yard came through the door crack and fell over half of Old Tu’s face. She saw his eyes were red. Not the red of anger. The red of a man who had sat too long in the dark with thoughts he did not know how to tell anyone.
Old Tu lowered his head.
“I was scared you would leave me.”
Mai froze.
“What are you saying?”
“Leave me. Leave Hung.” His voice went hoarse. “Like the others.”
Mai could not speak.
Old Tu lifted a hand to cover his face, but that old hand could not hide all the trembling. The man who had spent his whole life cursing, giving orders, acting like he needed no one, now sat in the dark, his voice breaking into pieces.
“You see it,” he said. “I have three children. But in the end, at this age ... I don’t have a single one.”
That sentence fell very slowly.
Mai looked at Old Tu.
In that moment, all the irritation inside her softened. The man who had just thrown cold water over her, the man who had reminded her of Hung, of her place, of the invisible prison she was trapped in, was now sitting before her like a forgotten child.
He was no longer the overbearing Old Tu.
Only an old man afraid of losing the last person who still stayed beside him.
Mai stepped closer.
Old Tu still lowered his head, his shoulders trembling very slightly. She stood in front of him for a while, then slowly sat down and reached out to hold him.
Old Tu went stiff.
Then he buried his face in Mai’s shoulder.
He did not cry out loud. But Mai felt his tears soak through the thin cloth on her shoulder. She closed her eyes, one hand on his back, patting very lightly. Like soothing a child. Also like soothing the tired part inside herself.
Outside the gate, Hoang’s bike did not leave until a long while later.
Mai heard it.
But she did not let go of Old Tu.
Mai held Old Tu like a daughter-in-law holding her father-in-law, like a young woman holding an old man coming apart. Her hand patted his back, her voice gentle as she whispered:
“I won’t leave you ... Don’t think too much.”
Old Tu did not answer. He only trembled softly, then slowly buried his face deeper into Mai’s shoulder. The soundless sobs shook in his throat. Mai tightened her arms and kept patting his back, trying to pass him a little warmth.
But the longer they held each other, the heavier Old Tu’s breathing became.
From the first muffled sobbing, it slowly changed into long, hot breaths. His body was no longer shaking from crying, but from something else. Mai felt the change clearly. Her body stiffened slightly, but she did not push him away yet.
She did not understand why she did not push him away at once.
Old Tu tightened his arms around Mai’s waist. He drew in the smell of her hair, the smell of her skin. Then he gently kissed Mai’s shoulder, a very light kiss, almost only breath.
Mai froze.
Her heart beat hard. But before she could react, Old Tu kissed her neck. This time clearer, slower, wet.
“...”
Mai shook hard once. Not entirely from fear, not quite from resistance. It was a strange kind of shiver, as if her body were betraying her reason in the weakest moment.
Old Tu lifted his head. In the dark, his eyes were no longer the commanding eyes of a father-in-law. They were the eyes of a lonely man, begging, hungry, and desperate all mixed together.
He called softly, his voice shaking:
“Mai...”
Then he lowered his head and kissed her on the mouth.
A wrong kiss.
Mai sat frozen for several long seconds. Her lips went stiff. She did not answer, but she also did not push him away. She only sat there and let Old Tu kiss her. The kiss was trembling at first, hesitant, but gradually it became deeper, more desperate.
Old Tu held Mai’s waist tight and pulled her close into his lap. Mai still had not pushed him away, but her whole body was shaking slightly. Inside her head everything was chaos.
The first embrace had only been pity. Now it had crossed a line that could not be crossed back.
Mai stayed frozen for several seconds when Old Tu’s lips touched hers. That kiss carried the despair and longing stored up for too long. She did not respond, but she did not push him away at once either. Her body was rigid, her heart beating wildly.
Then Mai slowly lifted both hands, put them on Old Tu’s chest, and pushed him away lightly. Her voice trembled, almost a whisper:
“Dad ... don’t ... This is wrong...”
But Old Tu did not let go. He tightened his arms around Mai’s waist and pulled her closer. He kissed her harder, deeper, his tongue trying to slip into her mouth. Mai tried to turn her face away, but Old Tu followed, kissing down her neck, kissing her shoulder, then kissing harder still.
“Dad ... don’t...”
Mai’s voice weakened. She tried to push him, but she did not have much strength left. Her body started to betray her. Her breathing also grew hurried under the rhythm of Old Tu’s kisses.
Old Tu said nothing more. He only acted on instinct. His hands pulled the two dress straps down, then grasped her full breast. He rubbed hard, squeezed lightly, his fingers circling the nipple that was growing stiff.
Mai moaned softly, both hands gripping his shoulders, not knowing if she was pushing or clutching.
Old Tu lowered his head, pulled Mai’s dress higher, and took one breast into his mouth. He sucked hard, drawing on the nipple, his tongue licking around it greedily. At the same time, his other hand slipped straight down and touched the hot cunt between her legs.
His finger stroked lightly along her slit, then pushed gently into the middle.
Old Tu stopped for one second.
Mai’s cunt was soaked. Slick wetness covered his finger.
In that moment, Mai felt as if she had been shocked by electricity. Her whole body shook hard. She bit down on her lip and squeezed her eyes shut. The fact that her body was reacting this strongly left her with no strength to resist.
Mai let her hands fall. She no longer pushed Old Tu away. She only clutched his shoulders, panting, her voice trembling almost like a cry:
“Dad ... Dad, don’t ... Uh...”
But those words no longer had force. Her body went soft in Old Tu’s arms. Old Tu felt that change. He sucked harder at Mai’s breast, his middle finger slowly pushing deep into her wet, burning cunt.
Mai threw her head back, a long moan escaping her throat. She no longer resisted.
Mai trembled violently in Old Tu’s arms. It had been too long since a man had touched her, and her body was frighteningly sensitive. As soon as Old Tu’s rough finger slid inside her cunt and hooked lightly a few times, she could not hold back.
“Uh ... uhhh ... Dad ... ah...”
She moaned softly, her voice full of shame and embarrassment. Her legs pressed together, but weakly, her body shaking in waves. In less than a minute, Mai came. A hot gush spilled out, soaking Old Tu’s fingers and dripping down onto the sofa.
Old Tu felt the strong contractions of Mai’s cunt. He pulled his finger out and looked at the clear sticky wetness on his hand.
He whispered hoarsely:
“Let me...”
Without waiting for Mai to react, Old Tu gently pushed her onto her back on the sofa. He knelt between her legs and spread Mai’s thighs wide. Her pink, watery cunt, just after orgasm, was open slightly, wetness still seeping from it.
Old Tu bent down at once, pushed his face between her legs, and licked hard.
“Ah...!!!”
Mai jerked hard, both hands rushing to cover her mouth tight. Old Tu’s tongue lapped greedily at the wet lips of her cunt, from bottom to top, then closed around her swollen clit and sucked hard.
A woman who had just come and was immediately sucked like that would feel numb with pleasure. Mai felt as if a line of electricity was running up her spine. She arched up, both legs twitching, both hands clamped over her mouth so she would not moan loudly. But the sounds still slipped through her fingers:
“Uh ... uhhh ... ah ... aaaa...!!!”
Old Tu’s tongue pushed deep into her hole, licking hard, sucking the wetness flowing out. He sucked and lightly bit the lips of her cunt, then moved up to suck hard at her clit. Each time he sucked, Mai jerked hard, and more wetness spilled out.
She shook her head wildly, tears spilling because the pleasure was too much. Her hands still covered her mouth tight, her body trembling without stopping. She was ashamed to death, and yet she could not stop her body from reacting hard to Old Tu’s mouth and tongue.
Old Tu sucked harder and harder. His two hands squeezed Mai’s thighs, holding her fixed, his mouth sealed around the watery cunt and sucking without stopping. Wet sucking sounds rang clearly in the pitch-dark room.
Mai bit hard into the back of her own hand, eyes squeezed shut, tears running down her cheeks. Her body was shaking under a kind of pleasure she had never had before.
While Old Tu was bent down sucking Mai’s contracting cunt hard, her hand unconsciously slipped down and touched something hot and stiff through his pants.
Mai stopped for one second.
Her fingers stroked lightly along the thick cock twitching in Old Tu’s pants. She stroked it, squeezed lightly, as if she could not believe its size. The more she stroked, the more clearly Mai felt the cock swelling as blood rushed into it.
Old Tu groaned in his throat, unable to hold back any longer. He hurriedly sat up and yanked his pants and underwear down to his knees. His huge cock sprang out, striking the air, standing in front of Mai’s face.
Mai looked at the thick, veined cock, the purple head twitching in front of her. She did not say a word. Reason seemed to have melted completely. All that remained was instinct and desire burning after too long held down.
She took the cock in both hands, bent her head, and took the head into her mouth.
“Mmm...”
Mai sucked it greedily, no longer timid as she had been at first. She sucked hard, her tongue circling the head, licking along the ridge, then taking it deeper, trying to swallow half the cock into her mouth. Saliva ran from both corners of her mouth down the shaft.
She sucked hard and diligently, one hand stroking along the shaft, the other gently kneading the heavy balls. Wet, lewd sucking sounds filled the dark room.
Old Tu sat on the sofa, both hands gripping Mai’s hair, his hips pushing slightly forward, breathing hard:
“Uh ... Mai ... good ... suck harder, girl...”
Mai did not answer. She only raised her eyes and looked at Old Tu in a bewitching way, then lowered her head and sucked harder. She took him so deep the head touched her throat, tears spilling out, but she still did not pull back. She sucked as if it were something she had been craving for a very long time.
Her saliva ran down to his balls, making Old Tu’s cock completely slick and wet.
Mai sucked with more and more hunger, her mouth tight, tongue wrapping around him, her hand stroking hard along the shaft. It was as if she had completely given in, no longer thinking about right and wrong, no longer thinking about her place.
Only desire was left, burning both of them.
Old Tu stroked Mai’s hair and looked down at her with eyes both hungry and pleading. He whispered, his voice thick and hoarse:
“I want you ... Is that all right?”
Mai looked up, her eyes shining. She gently let the cock slip from her mouth, a string of saliva stretching from her lips to the head. Without saying a word, she stood, turned around, knelt on the sofa, braced both hands on the cushion, and raised her ass high behind her.
Her pink, soaked cunt was now open clearly in front of Old Tu.
Old Tu did not wait any longer. He knelt behind Mai, took his thick cock in one hand, pressed the head to the mouth of her cunt, and slowly pushed in.
“Ah ... ah ah ah...!!!”
Mai cried out, pain mixed with pleasure. The cock was too big and stretched her cunt open. Old Tu stopped at once, asking anxiously:
“It hurts?”
But in that exact moment, Mai came again. Her cunt squeezed fiercely around the head of Old Tu’s cock. Her whole body shook in waves, wetness spraying and soaking his cock. Mai bit down on her lip, her voice trembling, almost begging:
“Dad ... keep going in ... don’t stop...”
Old Tu swallowed and kept pressing his hips forward. The huge cock slowly slid all the way into Mai’s cunt. Once he was buried to the base, Old Tu began to thrust lightly, slowly but deep.
Both of them breathed hard. Their panting mixed in the dark. Mai covered her own mouth with both hands, trying to hold back the moans that wanted to burst out. Her cunt squeezed his cock each time Old Tu thrust into her.
Right then, in the farthest dark corner of the room, Old Tu accidentally saw a figure.
It was Vy.
She stood in the corner, completely naked. The dim night-light fell over her pale body. One of Vy’s hands was down between her legs, her fingers rubbing hard at her own cunt. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips slightly open, panting in time with Old Tu’s thrusts into Mai.
Vy did not know Old Tu had seen her.
She stood there in the dark, frightened and unbearably excited, her fingers rubbing her cunt faster and faster, her eyes still shut, following every movement of her grandfather and Aunt Mai.
Old Tu looked at Vy for a moment, his eyes darkening with desire. But he did not stop. He gripped Mai’s hips and thrust harder and deeper, his eyes still not leaving Vy masturbating in the dark corner.
After thrusting for a while, Old Tu began to tire. He panted, then patted Mai’s firm ass twice. Mai understood at once. She began to bounce her hips by herself, driving backward, swallowing Old Tu’s huge cock into her cunt in a fast rhythm.
“Uh ... uhh...”
Mai moaned softly, her voice sweeter and more lewd than at the start.
Old Tu set both hands on her round ass, patting lightly, squeezing hard. Suddenly, when Mai bounced hard once, Old Tu’s thumb accidentally slipped through the crack of her ass and touched the small pink asshole.
Mai let out a strange, pleasured moan:
“Ah...!!”
That sound startled Old Tu. He stopped for a moment, then realized right away that it was a strong sensitive spot for Mai. He smeared some of the wetness spilling from her cunt over the contracting little hole, then gently pressed in with his thumb.
“Uhhh...!!”
Mai jerked hard. Her whole body shook as if shocked. Now she was being excited in two places at once: the huge cock thrusting hard inside her cunt, and Old Tu’s thumb slowly entering her asshole.
That feeling was completely new and fierce to Mai. No one had ever played with both holes at the same time like that. Her body seemed to wake to a desire it had never known before. Her eyes rolled white, her mouth open, her hands clutching the sofa until her knuckles went pale.
“Dad ... aaaa ... both places ... uhhh...!!”
Mai moaned without words. Her cunt clenched around the cock, and her asshole squeezed around Old Tu’s thumb. She began bouncing her ass harder, crazier, as if she could no longer control herself. Wetness ran so much it dripped steadily onto the sofa.
Old Tu panted, thrusting his cock hard into her cunt while slowly pushing his thumb deeper into Mai’s asshole. He was startled and wildly excited by her reaction.
Mai had now completely lost control. She arched, shook her ass again and again, both delighted and scared, both in pain and pleasure so intense that tears spilled out.
She could only moan in her throat, her voice broken:
“Uh ... deep ... Dad ... good ... too good ... uhhh!!!”
Mai became far more lewd. She bounced her ass hard and fast, as if she could not control the desire erupting inside her. Her cunt gripped Old Tu’s cock, slick wetness soaking both their thighs.
Old Tu was strongly aroused. He tried pressing his thumb deeper into Mai’s asshole.
“Ah ... hurts ... Dad ... it hurts...”