Family Corruption-NTR

In the restroom, the bright light illuminated everything, leaving nothing hidden.

Wang Xiulan stood there blankly at the door, her mind going from blank to a jumble of chaotic thoughts colliding within it.

She first thought of Lin Zhe when he was a child.

In the courtyard of my old home, there was that little boy running around naked, with his tiny, adorable penis.

Wang Xiulan had personally cleaned it countless times, watching it sway in the warm water.

At that time, it was just an organ, a part of her son’s body.

But now, the thing in front of me is no longer the same as I remember it.

It can no longer be called a "little chicken," but a real "meat stick" full of power and desire.

It was a terrifying purplish-red color due to extreme congestion, with bulging blue veins coiled on it, like a lurking, angry dragon.

Its enormous head stood proudly upright, and a single, glistening drop of liquid clung to the tip of its head, just before it could fall.

Its size, its shape, its overwhelming masculine aura—it carried an extremely savage and primal sense of aggression.

An absurd thought, uncontrollably emerging from the conservative education she had received since childhood, surfaced in Wang Xiulan’s mind:

"This penis... seems even thicker and bigger than Jianguo’s?"

She was very familiar with Lin Jianguo’s penis; although it was quite impressive, it exuded a more mature and steady quality characteristic of middle-aged men.

But the one in front of me is full of youthful, unrestrained energy, with a kind of wild tension that wants to pierce through everything.

"If... if something like that were inserted into me, could I... bear it?"

The moment the thought appeared, it gripped her heart like a vine.

Wang Xiulan suddenly felt her cheeks burn, and a familiar, shameful heat surged from deep within her lower abdomen, quickly spreading between her legs.

That private area, which had been dry for many years, shamefully... became wet.

At that moment, she should have screamed, turned and run, and slapped her shameless son hard.

However, Wang Xiulan’s feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, and she could not move an inch.

Ultimately, she did something that even she couldn’t understand.

In the next instant, Wang Xiulan slowly, almost sleepwalking, reached out and gently closed the bathroom door.

"Click".

A soft sound completely separated the normal world outside from this small space filled with taboos and desires.

This shared, unspoken secret bound the mother and son together like an invisible chain.

After closing the door, Wang Xiulan seemed to regain a sliver of her rationality.

She forced herself to look away, unable to bear looking at that thing that made her heart race.

She turned around stiffly, walked to the sink, and turned on the tap.

The sound of rushing water temporarily masked their heavy breathing and pounding heartbeats.

Wang Xiulan pretended to wash her hands, the icy water washing over her burning fingers.

She wanted to use this gesture to tell her son that she hadn’t seen anything and that it was just an accident.

I hope my son will be sensible and quickly put that thing away and leave, so that no one will feel awkward.

Her current appearance was reflected in the mirror.

The neckline of the cheongsam was slightly disheveled, revealing her long, slender, snow-white neck.

Her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, her eyes darted around, and her lips trembled slightly.

In this state, there was no trace of the haughty demeanor of Mrs. Lin that she usually possessed; she was clearly just an ordinary woman tormented by desire and shame.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds...

There was no sound behind him.

Wang Xiulan could clearly feel her son’s gaze, like a warm searchlight, slowly sweeping over her back.

That gaze was no longer the respect a son gives to his mother, but a masculine gaze she had only ever felt from her husband—aggressive and possessive.

This caused her body, wrapped in the cheongsam, to tense up uncontrollably.

She finally couldn’t hold back any longer, turned off the tap, looked at her son in the mirror, and her voice trembled slightly:

"Why...why aren’t you leaving yet?"

Lin Zhe did not avoid her gaze; his eyes were frighteningly intense.

He glanced at his still-erect penis in his hand and replied in a hoarse voice:

"I can’t urinate."

These three words, simple and blunt, instantly shattered the psychological defenses that Wang Xiulan had just built up.

It forced her to confront once again the root of her anxiety.

Her gaze, as if guided by some strange force, fell once again on that enormous penis.

This time, she looked at it more carefully.

She saw it tremble slightly with her son’s breathing, and the drop of liquid at the top seemed as if it might fall at any moment.

The scene was so erotic that she almost fainted.

She felt the wet, hot sensation in her lower body growing stronger, as if something was about to burst out from her body.

As a mature woman, she certainly knew what it was. But that feeling should only be shown to her husband.

What’s more, the man in front of her is the child she carried for ten months and gave birth to!

Wang Xiulan was in a state of extreme confusion.

Looking at his mother’s distraught and flushed face, and her dazed eyes fixed on his penis, Lin Zhe knew that his mother’s defenses were crumbling.

The extreme sense of shame fermented into an extreme, morbid desire at this moment.

The taboo scene of his mother witnessing his erect penis for his daughter-in-law completely broke free of the beast within him.

He took a small step forward, lowering his voice even further, with a bewitching allure:

"Mom...you know, it has to soften before you can take it back."

These words were like a switch, completely opening Pandora’s box of "desire" in Wang Xiulan’s heart.

Yes, of course she knows.

She’s a woman who’s been married for decades, and she knows what a man’s penis is all about.

Her son’s words pulled her from the role of "mother" to that of a "woman"—a woman who understands and desires sex.

She felt as if she were bewitched, and that another strange, dissolute soul had taken up residence in her body.

The soul controlled her lips, asking a question she would never have dared to imagine in her waking life:

"Then... how can I make it soft?"

She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.

She wanted to bite off her own tongue.

Upon hearing these words, the last shred of reason in Lin Zhe’s eyes was completely extinguished.

He looked at his mother, the woman who gave birth to him, the woman who wore an elegant cheongsam, yet whose figure was still alluring.

At this moment, her eyes no longer held sternness or preaching, but only the confusion and curiosity that belong to women.

Thus, the respect in Lin Zhe’s eyes completely disappeared, replaced by pure, undisguised desire.

He licked his dry lips and, word by word, hurled those words—words that could overturn all moral principles—into his mother’s ears:

"It went soft as soon as it came out."

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

Wang Xiulan stared at her son’s thick penis, as if she were bewitched.

She could hear her heart pounding wildly and feel her legs trembling slightly.

She even started imagining what it would look like when that thing shot out...

Then, slowly and uncontrollably, she raised her hand.

It was a very well-maintained, snow-white and delicate hand.

Her fingertips trembled slightly as she slowly reached out towards the hot, throbbing penis that was so close, a symbol of taboo and desire...

Just as her fingertips were about to touch that burning skin—

"Honey! Hurry up! It’s your turn!"

Su Yu’s clear yet slightly impatient shout suddenly came from the direction of the living room, piercing through the door like a sharp icicle, fiercely breaking through the ambiguous and dangerous membrane in the bathroom.

"Buzz—"

Wang Xiulan felt as if she had been struck by a heavy hammer, and instantly became clear-headed.

She pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, looked at her son in horror, then at her hand that had almost committed a heinous crime, her face drained of color and turned deathly pale.

Lin Zhe was also pulled back to reality by the shout.

The flames of desire in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by boundless panic and shame.

The two stood frozen in place, one holding his exposed penis, the other with his hand outstretched in mid-air, staring at each other, their breaths catching in their throats.

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