The night had deepened into a heavy, velvet silence. All the lights throughout the sprawling family estate had long been extinguished, leaving only one window beside the garden glowing faintly like a solitary star against the dark sky.
Inside the bedroom, a soft purple bedside lamp cast a misty, seductive haze. It bathed the two naked adults on the silk sheets in a dreamlike glow of intimacy and satisfaction.
Lili, a stunning 24-year-old woman with lush curves and porcelain skin, lay spent and languid in Ziwen’s arms. Her full, heaving breasts with their rosy, hardened nipples and her plump, snow-white ass were utterly at his mercy as his hands roamed possessively over her.
Suddenly his fingers plunged between her smooth, toned thighs, cupping her soaked sex with rough hunger. Lili’s brows knitted, her hips bucked helplessly, and throaty little whimpers spilled from her lips. “Mmm… ah…”
A smug, predatory smile curved Ziwen’s handsome face. He was a master at this game—teasing, edging, driving her wild. Even though she was a passionate adult woman now fully awakened to her own desires, she could never withstand his skilled fingers for long. Soon her blood ran molten, her entire body twisting and shivering under his touch.
“My heart… it aches so badly,” she gasped, her eyes glassy with desperate need as she stared up at him.
He fought back a grin, pretending indifference. “If your body hurts, I can rub it for you. But if it’s your heart, what can I do? Just bear it a little longer.”
Lili was trembling violently now, feverish with lust. Hot, slick juices poured from her swollen pussy, coating her thighs and the sheets. It felt like a thousand ants were crawling inside her, driving her insane. She ground her dripping ass desperately against the mattress, then lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him.
“Wen, please… you know I can’t take your teasing. Don’t torture me anymore, big brother. Save me… I’m dying for you.” Her voice broke into a needy whine.
Ziwen studied her flushed, exquisite face—the way her lips parted, the sheen of sweat on her neck, the raw hunger in her eyes. She looked exactly like his mother in this state of desperate arousal, and the similarity sent a dark thrill racing through him. The thought of someday bringing the two voluptuous women together in one bed made his cock throb painfully.
He flipped her onto her back. His fingers dove straight into her dripping slit, scooping up thick strands of her cream. He smeared it liberally over his rigid shaft, then parted her slick, puffy lips and rubbed the fat head of his cock in slow, teasing circles around her entrance.
Lili’s face burned crimson. Her teeth clenched, her round ass lifted frantically off the bed, and broken, urgent moans escaped her throat.
Ziwen was gentle at first, knowing how tightly she still gripped him. Inch by slow, delicious inch he sank into her scorching heat. Her velvety walls fluttered and clenched around every ridge of his thick cock until he was buried to the hilt, the head kissing her deepest spot. Lili exhaled a long, shuddering sigh of relief and wrapped her arms and legs around him, sucking his tongue into her mouth.
She planted her feet on the mattress and began to roll her hips in eager circles, her pussy sucking greedily at his cock like a hungry little mouth. The obscene wet sounds of their joining filled the room.
“Lily, you’re incredible,” he groaned against her lips.
She only moaned in response, lost in the feeling of being so perfectly filled.
“You fuck better than any experienced woman I’ve ever had. You were made for this.”
Suddenly her eyes flew wide. She shoved him off with surprising strength, sat up, and stared at him, panting, her breasts jiggling with each ragged breath.
“Lily? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“You… you bastard!” she hissed.
“Baby, talk to me. What happened?”
Ziwen was completely bewildered. He reached for her, only to have his hand slapped away.
The argument exploded. Years of bottled-up jealousy and insecurity poured out of her. “How many ‘darlings’ do you have, exactly? You’ve been so cold to me for months. I gave you everything—my body, my heart—and you’ve been out there fucking other women!”
Tears streamed down her face as she curled into a ball by the door, looking heartbreakingly vulnerable in her nakedness.
Ziwen’s anger melted. He knelt beside her, voice softening. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just tell me.”
Her next words cut straight to the heart of it. “You said even the most experienced woman couldn’t compare to me. How would you know that unless you’ve been sleeping with someone else? Unless… unless you’ve been sleeping with your own mother.”
The silence that followed was electric.
Ziwen’s heart hammered. He could have lied. Instead, after a long pause, he admitted it. “Yes. It’s true. Mother and I… we’ve been together. But I swear it changes nothing between us. I love you just as much.”
Lily’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth opening and closing without sound. The revelation hit her like a physical blow—yet beneath the horror was an undeniable, shameful spark of arousal at the sheer depravity of it. She pictured her own aunt, the elegant, voluptuous woman in her early forties, writhing beneath her son, and a fresh gush of wetness slipped down her thigh.
They talked for hours in hushed, heated voices, jealousy and forbidden curiosity tangling together until the sky began to lighten with the distant crow of a rooster. Only then did they fall into an exhausted, tangled sleep.
When Ziwen finally saw Lily off later that afternoon, the house was quiet. He collapsed onto the long sofa in the living room, mind swirling with memories of the past months. Every woman in this household had become part of his secret world of pleasure.
His mother’s ripe, voluptuous body and insatiable hunger. The way his aunt’s elegant composure shattered when she rode him. The sweet, eager young maids who trembled and begged so prettily. And Lily herself—her perfect mix of spoiled princess and shameless slut in bed, the way she matched his every thrust with greedy rolls of her hips, the adorable pout when she came so hard she nearly passed out.
His cock stiffened again at the memories.
Then he remembered the thick, realistic dildo he had left on the floor of his second aunt’s bedroom. If she discovered it missing, his future chances with her would vanish. He hurried upstairs.
He pushed open the door and froze.
There was Amy, the curvaceous 24-year-old housemaid, squatting on the floor in nothing but a thin dress hiked around her waist. One hand gripped the fat dildo, the other held a stack of explicit photographs. Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged.
“Young Master!” she yelped, eyes wide with mortification.
She tried to bolt, but her legs were too weak with arousal. The scent of her dripping pussy hung thick in the air. Ziwen locked the door with a soft click and stalked forward, drinking in the sight of her ripe, trembling body.
He pulled her hands from behind her back. She was still clutching the dildo. A laugh escaped him.
Amy flushed scarlet and buried her face in his chest, embarrassed but clearly aching for more.
“You bad girl,” he murmured, tilting her chin up. “Shall I help you with that?”
What followed was pure, filthy indulgence. He stripped her slowly, savoring every inch of her smooth, flushed skin. He teased her swollen clit until she was sobbing with need, then pressed the thick dildo against her dripping entrance.
“Be gentle… it’s so big,” she whimpered, even as her hips tilted up greedily.
He wasn’t gentle. He drove the fat toy deep in one smooth thrust. Amy cried out, back arching, tears spilling down her cheeks as her tight walls stretched around the invasion. The wet, obscene sounds of the dildo pumping in and out filled the room—her creamy juices squirting out around it with every stroke. Soon her cries of pain melted into guttural moans of pleasure. Her hips began to buck to meet every thrust, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly.
When she finally shattered in a screaming orgasm, her entire body convulsed, pussy gushing clear fluid around the toy and onto the floor.
Panting, she rolled over, ass raised invitingly. Ziwen laughed again at the sticky mess smeared across her perfect cheeks. Before he could say anything, Amy turned, eyes dark with lust and gratitude. She fished his throbbing cock out of his pants, wrapped her soft lips around the swollen purple head, and began to suck with eager, sloppy devotion.
Her tongue swirled, her throat relaxed, and she took him deeper with every bob of her head. Ziwen groaned, fingers tangled in her hair, lost in the wet heat of her mouth as the last of the afternoon light faded around them.