bookandnovel Chapter 108: Trapped 18+
Chapter 108: Trapped 18+
Hearing that only ten seconds remained, Wang Xiulan felt a wave of relief.
Just as she was preparing to grit her teeth and endure the final torment, thinking the suffering was about to end, Lin Zhe suddenly accelerated.
His hands abruptly slipped under the hem of her skirt!
His large palms grabbed the edge of her underwear.
Then, he pulled it down.
Ssshh—
The sound of stockings rubbing against skin echoed.
"Ah! Xiao Zhe, what... what are you doing?!"
A sudden chill between her legs sent a wave of panic through Wang Xiulan. She jerked her head up, looking at her son in horror.
The sight before her made her eyelids twitch uncontrollably.
Her son had already pulled her underwear down to the middle of her thighs.
A flesh-colored lace panty, though conservative in style, still exuded the charm of a mature woman.
Since Lin Zhe was kneeling between her legs, blocking her retreat with his body, he couldn’t fully remove the underwear, but it also made it impossible for Wang Xiulan to close her legs.
A chilly sensation spread directly to the entrance of her lower abdomen, as if even the air there had grown thin.
Although the three of them had once shared a wild threesome experience, the current situation was far from the same as back then.
Back then, it had been in her own room, with the doors and windows tightly shut—completely safe.
But now?
This was a room in a bathhouse!
There were people staying next door!
Even more terrifying, her daughter-in-law and husband were in the bathroom not too far away!
What could that thin bathroom door possibly block?
What if they suddenly came out...
The fear of being caught at any moment, mixed with the shame of incest, made Wang Xiulan feel utterly humiliated and embarrassed to the extreme.
In the next instant, she stretched out her delicate hands, desperately grabbing Lin Zhe’s wrist, trying to snatch back her panties:
"Let... let go! I... I don’t want to play anymore! I don’t want to play anymore!"
For a moment, Wang Xiulan’s voice carried a sob, and her eyes reddened slightly.
Hearing this, Lin Zhe’s grip didn’t loosen in the slightest. Instead, he took advantage of the moment to seize his mother’s wrist as well, smirking mischievously:
"Alright, if you don’t accept the punishment, Mom, that’s a violation. Violations mean three cups of penalty drinks. Do you choose to down three cups of alcohol in one go, or continue with these few seconds of punishment?"
Three cups of alcohol?
Wang Xiulan glanced at the unopened cans of beer on the table and fell into brief contemplation.
She had never been much of a drinker, and the few cups she’d already had were her limit. If she had to drink three more cups in a row, she’d likely pass out drunk.
On this chaotic night, if she were to completely lose consciousness, who knew what these crazy children might do to her?
Should she choose brief shame or complete loss of control?
Wang Xiulan weighed her options.
After a few seconds of silence, she gritted her teeth, a flash of determination and helplessness in her eyes:
"Yueyue, restart the timer!"
Seeing her mother agree to continue, Lin Yue laughed so hard her body shook, her ample breasts swaying along:
"Alright, Mom, then lie back down."
As she spoke, Lin Yue winked at her brother, her eyes clearly saying: Well done.
Seeing his sister also helping him, Lin Zhe smiled imperceptibly:
"Mom, thirty seconds will pass really quickly. Just don’t move around."
Hearing this, Wang Xiulan took a deep breath, lay back down, and closed her eyes, not daring to look at her son’s face again. All she wanted now was to end this nightmare as quickly as possible:
"Don’t... don’t say anymore, Yueyue, start the timer!"
Lin Yue immediately called out:
"Twenty-nine seconds left."
This time, she wasn’t lying.
Seeing this, Lin Zhe didn’t dare to delay.
This hard-won opportunity couldn’t afford to waste a single second.
Gripping his mother’s half-removed panties, he hesitated no longer, smoothly pulling them down from her thighs.
They slid past her knees, over her calves, and finally off her ankles.
Now, Wang Xiulan was truly exposed.
Lin Zhe then lifted her one-step skirt up to her waist, leaving her trench coat open.
Under the light, his mother’s most private area was fully exposed before her son’s eyes.
A typical butterfly-shaped pussy, with larger labia minora resembling two plump petals, darkened by the natural passage of time.
Her pubic hair was thick, dark, and glossy, untrimmed, exuding a primitive wildness.
With Wang Xiulan’s nervous breathing, the two petals quivered slightly, as if anticipating something.
Witnessing this scene, Lin Zhe felt his throat parched and dry, but not wanting to waste any time, he hurriedly lifted his mother’s beautiful legs again, positioning them into an even more exaggerated "M" shape, with her knees nearly pressed against her chest.
Immediately after, Lin Zhe leaned down, wrapping his arms around the plump roots of his mother’s thighs, pressing her lovely legs tightly against his head as he brought his entire face close to her pussy.
The distance was mere millimeters.
Instantly, a rich, pungent fragrance filled his nostrils.
Perhaps it was a mix of the faint musk of urine, the sweet stickiness of arousal, and the scent of a mature woman.
To an outsider, this smell might have been overwhelming, but for Lin Zhe, whose mind was already clouded with lust, it was the most beautiful scent in the world.
"So fragrant..."
Unable to resist, Lin Zhe took a deep breath, letting out an intoxicated sigh.
"Ah..."
A wave of hot breath sprayed onto her sensitive mound, causing Wang Xiulan to let out an involuntary whimper. Her legs suddenly tensed, instinctively trying to squeeze together and push her son’s head away.
"Xiao Zhe, don’t... don’t do this!"
The shame of having such warm, damp breath against her most private area made her entire body tremble.
But Lin Zhe didn’t retreat. Instead, he lifted his head, his eyes glazed over as he called out:
"Sis, Mom’s legs are tightening! She moved!"
Lin Yue sat nearby, watching her brother’s infatuated expression and her mother’s widely spread private parts. She felt a surge of wetness between her own legs, swallowing hard before chiming in:
"Oh, Mom! You were only ten seconds away just now! Hold on a little longer, it’ll be over soon! You don’t want to drink, do you?"
The combined pressure from her two children pushed Wang Xiulan to the brink of collapse.
Even if she had ten thousand reasons to refuse, even if shame had already drowned her, under the threat of alcohol and the oppressive "rules of the game," she had no choice but to yield.
In the end, Wang Xiulan slumped in defeat, relaxing the strength in her legs and letting them hang limply over her son’s shoulders. Like a defeated prisoner, she completely opened the gates of her city to her son.
Lin Zhe gazed at the defenseless flesh before him and seized the opportunity to extend his tongue. The wet tip of his tongue pressed against his mother’s pussy.
Gush, gush. Lin Zhe buried his head between her legs, his slick tongue licking and lapping at her honeyed entrance as lewd, wet sounds filled the air.
Wang Xiulan didn’t dare look down, her hands gripping the bedsheets beneath her tightly.
Her beautiful legs, clad in flesh-toned stockings, were slender and shapely, carrying the plump softness unique to a mature woman. Now, stiffened with shame and pleasure, her feet arched, toes curling in a mix of agony and ecstasy within the confines of her stockings.
The flesh on the inside of her thighs was as soft and tender as freshly made tofu. With each of her son’s movements, tiny tremors crawled upward through the thin silk.
Squelch, squelch.
Saliva mingled with arousal, Lin Zhe’s tongue wildly sweeping across the muddy entrance of his mother’s paradise.
Wang Xiulan’s mound was full and prominent, astonishingly plump. Her pubic hair was thick and unruly, dampened by arousal and clinging to the plump outer lips, glistening darkly.
Her slit now opened and closed uncontrollably, the tender pink flesh inside curling and releasing streams of glistening honey.
"Mmm... ah..."
Waves of pleasure crashed over Wang Xiulan one after another. She bit down hard on her lower lip, but soft, enticing moans still escaped from her throat.
Before long, Lin Zhe’s clever, rough tongue found the hidden pearl nestled within the folds of her petals.
It was already swollen and engorged, like a ripe little red bean, trembling as it stood exposed to the air.
Lin Zhe’s tongue tip circled around that little red bean, alternating between light and heavy pressure, occasionally teasing it with a gentle nip from his teeth.
"...Ah!" The sensitive little bead under attack made Wang Xiulan’s body jolt violently. Her beautiful legs instinctively clamped together, instantly trapping her son’s head between them.
The inner thighs, sheathed in flesh-toned stockings, pressed tightly against Lin Zhe’s cheeks and ears with the unique friction of the silk. The sensation in that moment was utterly intoxicating, melting her bones.
Lin Yue knelt to the side, holding little Shi Ming, staring straight at this scene.
Her long, slender legs, encased in black stockings, were crossed. The dark, damp patch at her crotch seemed to have already spread to the tops of her thighs.
Lin Yue watched her mother’s face, usually so dignified and gentle, now flushed with arousal. She watched her mother’s legs, always modestly covered in trousers or long skirts, now spread open without reservation beside her brother’s face.
The sight was incredibly stimulating.
"Mom, you just moved."
Wang Xiulan snapped back to reality as if a drowning person had grabbed a lifeline, only to find it was another heavy stone pulling her down.
She frantically loosened her legs, her gaze dazed as she looked at her daughter. Her chest heaved violently, her fitted trench coat hanging open. Inside, two large, full breasts surged with each breath.
"Yueyue... Mom, Mom didn’t mean to... it’s just that..."
Wang Xiulan wanted to explain, but the words died on her lips, too ashamed to speak.
What could she say? That her son’s licking felt too good? That her son was about to make her lose control?
A playful smile curled at the corner of Lin Yue’s lips as her fingers quietly slipped beneath her deep purple skirt.
Her fingertips touched the soaked, sticky crotch of her black stockings, the thick fluid coating her hand. Through the silk, she couldn’t help but press against her own clit, already hard and aching.
Watching her mother being played with by her brother was somehow even more exciting than being fucked herself.
"Since you moved, we have to restart the timer."
As she spoke, Lin Yue’s other hand beneath her skirt quickened its rubbing rhythm.
"Mom, ah... just hold on a little longer, ah..."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiulan had no choice but to close her eyes helplessly.
Thirty seconds?
Normally, it would pass in the blink of an eye. But now, under the assault of her son’s tongue, every second felt as long as a century.
Buried between his mother’s legs, Lin Zhe seemed encouraged by his sister’s voice and redoubled his efforts.
In the next instant, he opened his mouth and enveloped the two plump labia, sucking hard.
Sluurp—
"Ah!"
Wang Xiulan’s body convulsed violently. The sensation, as if her very soul were being sucked out, made her scalp tingle.
The sensitive flesh deep inside her pussy writhed madly. A wave of warm liquid gushed forth, spurting directly into Lin Zhe’s mouth.
"Mmm... Mom, you taste so good here. The fluid is delicious."
Lin Zhe lifted his head, strands of slick fluid still clinging to the corner of his mouth. He extended his tongue, licking the liquid from his lips, the sight utterly depraved.
Wang Xiulan was mortified, her face flushed beyond redness.
"Xiao Zhe... don’t say anymore... please..."
As she spoke, she tried to close her legs, wanting to cover that source of shame, but her entire body felt as limp as a pile of mud, utterly devoid of strength.
The direction of the bathroom behind her was eerily quiet, but she knew that her husband—in name only—was undoubtedly engaged in the same shameless act with their young and beautiful daughter-in-law at that very moment.
"Sis, did Mom just move again, right?" Lin Zhe smirked mischievously as he looked at Lin Yue.
Lin Yue nodded in agreement, feigning a look of pity as she said:
"Ah, yes, it was just a little bit more. She was almost there. Mom, your self-control really isn’t up to par."
Wang Xiulan looked at her son and daughter, who were playing off each other, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over her.
Struggling to sit up, she braced her hands on the tatami mat. The hem of her trench coat slipped down, covering part of her upper thighs but unable to conceal the lewd scene of her legs spread wide open.
"No... we can’t keep doing this... Xiaozhe, can we not do it here... tonight... tonight, Mom will give you..."
As long as it wasn’t in this living room where someone could walk in at any moment, she... she was willing to satisfy all his desires.
"Tonight?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhe let out a mischievous chuckle and pressed down on his mother’s delicate shoulder, preventing her from escaping:
"Mom, what are you doing? The punishment isn’t over yet!"
Wang Xiulan was forced back down by her son’s strength, letting out a startled gasp.
"Ah!"
Lin Zhe looked down at his mother from above, his possessiveness reaching its peak:
"Tonight? It’s already nighttime. Look, it’s already dark outside."
As he spoke, Lin Zhe suddenly straightened up. The loose bathrobe slid off, revealing his toned chest and abs. Then, he reached for his waist, untied the robe’s belt, and pushed his underwear aside.
In the next moment, a menacing, throbbing cock sprang out, swaying twice in the air before pointing directly at Wang Xiulan’s face.
The thing was truly exaggerated.
It was a good 17 to 18 centimeters long, deep purple-red all over, with bulging veins like an enraged coiled dragon.
The massive, purplish-red glans had a drop of clear pre-cum hanging from the slit. The entire shaft pulsed slightly with Lin Zhe’s breathing, exuding a strong, primal masculine scent.
Wang Xiulan’s pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively held her breath.
Even though it wasn’t her first time seeing it—or even "tasting" it—the sheer visual impact still made her heart race every time she faced it.
Lin Yue, standing nearby, also stared wide-eyed.
The moment Lin Zhe pulled out his cock, she felt a sudden heat between her legs, and a warm trickle slid down her inner thigh.
Her own younger brother’s dick—so thick, so long—if it were to thrust into her pussy right now, she’d surely be driven to ecstasy.
She wanted... she wanted so badly to pounce on it right now, take it into her mouth, swallow it whole.
But as much as she fantasized, Lin Yue knew that in this scene, her mother was the main character.
Wang Xiulan, terrified by the massive cock, instinctively shrank back, her hands flailing helplessly.
"Xiaozhe, don’t... not here... please! I’m begging you!"
Lin Zhe had no intention of letting her escape.
With another wicked grin, he leaned forward, pressing his entire body down like a mountain onto his mother’s soft, plump form. Their scorching bodies pressed tightly together.
That burning, iron-hard cock pressed directly against Wang Xiulan’s damp, exposed core without any barrier.
"Mom, if you keep struggling, you’ll have to drink three penalty shots right away."
As Lin Zhe spoke, his hot breath brushed against his mother’s most sensitive earlobe. Seizing the moment of her distraction, one hand deftly slipped under her shirt and grasped her soft breast.
Wang Xiulan stiffened, tears welling in her eyes.
Three shots? In her current state, if she drank three more, she’d likely lose all composure completely—maybe even... beg her own son to fuck her.
Wang Xiulan didn’t dare.
She could only turn her head away in despair, not daring to look into her son’s eyes, which were filled with desire. With one last glance toward the bathroom, she saw there was still no movement.
Since she couldn’t resist... she might as well get it over with quickly.
That was what Wang Xiulan thought.