Liu Min was a widow. After her husband died, she took her twenty-one-year-old son Xiao Liang and her twenty-one-year-old daughter Xiao Hui and left the village for the city. That year she was not yet forty. Her looks still remained what the villagers generally considered beautiful: fine skin, a soft waist, but with a bit more maturity in her eyes and brows from the trials of life.
For a woman without any particular skills, trying to make it in the city with two grown children is indeed not easy. Renting, eating, finding a job—everything is difficult. Just when she was almost unable to hold on, she met Lü Lin.
Lü Lin was about forty years old and the general manager of a company. She had a melon-seed face, a cherry mouth, and between her brows and eyes there was the unique charm of a mature married woman; her silver-bell-like voice made people’s hearts go soft just from hearing it. The company was founded by her and her husband together; her husband was listed as the legal representative in name, but she was the one who truly ran things. The male coworkers in the company privately treated her as a fantasy object, but in person no one dared show even a hint of it. Lü Lin managed very strictly; if subordinates made even the slightest mistake, they would be scolded until they couldn’t hold their heads up. At best their salary would be deducted; at worst they would be fired on the spot.
But when I got home, it was different. My husband often went on business trips to handle contacts, and the two of us could hardly see each other more than a few times a month. Every time I pushed open the front door and faced the empty living room, Lv Lin would feel a deep loneliness. The house was several hundred square meters, and if it got messy I couldn’t be bothered to clean it. My husband suggested several times hiring someone to tidy up, but whenever I got busy I forgot about it.
The company’s business entered the off-season, and the weather gradually grew hotter too. So Lü Lin went alone to the labor market, wanting to find a live-in nanny. Before she even entered the gate, she saw Liu Min looking for work with her whole family. After a few words of conversation, Lü Lin felt sympathy and also thought she was suitable. Learning that Liu Min still had no place to live and that her husband had died young, she directly suggested: “My house has several empty rooms. Bring the children and come live here. That way there’s someone to talk to, and the house can be kept tidy too—a win-win.”
And so it was settled. Liu Min became the live-in nanny at Lü Lin's home, eating and living there. Over a few months, the house was kept spotless, and the two became close sisters who shared everything. Lü Lin's husband also breathed a sigh of relief—with such an honest and reliable person keeping his wife company, he could feel more at ease when on business trips. As for the occasional fleeting inappropriate thoughts, he just considered them normal fantasies for a man.
During the off-season, the husband didn't need to travel far and stayed home every day watching TV and DVDs. The family was already well-off, and with nothing to do, flirtatious banter was inevitable. Liu Min turned a blind eye, pretending not to see. But Xiao Liang and Xiao Hui were already twenty-one, having grown up in the countryside, and still blushed at such scenes. The Lü Lin couple, however, didn't mind at all, acting as if no one was home.
The weather was getting hotter and hotter. Lü Lin didn't even wear a jacket at home, just walked around the house in thin, sexy lingerie. Her ample breasts almost spilled out of her bra, and her bright red nipples and black pubic hair were faintly visible through the fabric. Even Liu Min blushed and her heart raced seeing it, let alone her two children. Xiao Liang hid in his room all day, rarely coming out. Although Xiao Hui was a girl, her eyes would occasionally drift towards Lü Lin.
Lü Lin’s husband had started out dressed neatly, but as the weather got hotter, he wore fewer and fewer clothes, until in the end he was left with only a tank top and a pair of briefs. Liu Min accidentally discovered that his thing was not big, and could even be said to be small. It was noon, and the whole family was taking a nap. Liu Min got thirsty and went to pour some water, only to find that the living room TV was still on, with only Lü Lin’s husband sitting there alone. The screen was showing explicit scenes, and his penis was already erect; it looked to be only about two-thirds the size of her dead husband’s.
Liu Min had gone nearly a year without touching a man. Suddenly a wave of heat surged in her lower abdomen. The TV suddenly gave a close-up—an иностранный man’s dick was terrifyingly thick, the image so clear it looked real. It was the first time Liu Min had seen another man’s genitals besides her husband’s, and even more so the first time she realized her panties were already completely soaked. She clenched her legs together and carefully retreated to her room. The two children were sleeping soundly. She lay in bed but couldn’t fall asleep at all, her mind full of the scene just now, imagining what it would feel like to be filled by something that thick.
She thought of Lü Lin again. With Lü Lin's looks, couldn't she satisfy her husband? Actually, she didn't know. How could Lü Lin's husband not want to enjoy his wife properly? It was just that his spirit was willing, but his flesh was weak. His thing was short and small; he had tried many medicines to no effect. Every time they made love, he could only barely satisfy Lü Lin with his mouth and hands, which was a humiliation to him. He could sense his wife's dissatisfaction but was powerless. Having two mature, beautiful women at home yet being able only to look but not truly enjoy them—this torment went on day after day.
When Lü Lin woke up, her lower body was wet and sticky. Another sex dream. She sighed, feeling that perhaps in this lifetime she would never again experience the fullness of being completely filled by a thick, long cock. After washing her face, she saw Liu Min busy in the kitchen and felt lucky to have found such a good nanny. She walked into the kitchen and just happened to see Xiao Liang and Xiao Hui both helping to pick vegetables. Lü Lin also squatted down to help. Perhaps because she had just woken up and was still groggy, she forgot she wasn’t wearing underwear. Her short skirt could barely cover her snow-white thighs and butt, and her pink labia and black pubic hair were all facing Xiao Liang’s direction.
At twenty-one, Xiaoliang was at the age when desire was at its strongest. After arriving at Lü Lin’s home, where he ate well and was well nourished, Liu Min, who could hardly read, treated the virility supplements that Lü Lin’s husband had bought back but could not use as ordinary tonics, and often gave them to the two children to eat. Xiaoliang was already sturdy to begin with, and with those things added, his desire became so strong that it was hard to control. He could only relieve himself by masturbation. As time went on, that thing became both thicker and longer, and even in hot weather he dared not wear shorts.
At this moment, seeing Lü Lin's completely exposed private parts up close, Xiao Liang only felt his lower body instantly harden painfully, pushing his pants up high. Lü Lin was startled, thinking he had something hidden in his pants. Xiao Liang's face turned as red as pig liver, and he lowered his head, not daring to move. Following his expression and the constantly jumping outline in his pants, Lü Lin immediately understood. Looking down at her own lower body, which was wearing nothing, she was shocked. Fortunately, Liu Min and Xiao Hui were facing away from them at the stove. Lü Lin quickly stood up, pulled her skirt down, and walked out of the kitchen with a red face.
Xiao Liang was so scared that his member went soft, thinking it was over—Auntie Lü was definitely going to kick them out.
“Dinner’s ready!” As Liu Min called out, all five people gathered by the table. After Lu Lin and her husband sat down, Xiao Liang clearly felt something odd in the way Lu Lin looked at him. His mind was in a jumble, and he hurriedly finished eating and went back to his room. Lying on the bed, his head was filled with that afternoon’s scene—Lu Lin’s pink private parts, her snow-white butt. Before he knew it, he was hard again, and hard badly; no matter how he covered himself with the towel blanket, he couldn’t hide it, and it kept throbbing.
At that moment, footsteps sounded at the door. Xiao Liang quickly turned sideways, facing away from the door. It was Liu Min who entered. She felt her son had been acting strange these past two days and wanted to check on him. As soon as she pushed the door open a crack, she saw a large bulge on her son's bed. Liu Min was startled but didn't make a sound, gently closing the door and stepping back out.
She leaned against the corridor wall, her breathing somewhat ragged. Her son was already twenty-one; it was normal for him to have a reaction. But the shape just now... was much larger than she remembered her husband's being. Liu Min suddenly felt a wetness between her legs again. She forced herself to calm down and returned to the kitchen to continue cleaning up.
In the evening, after bathing, Lü Lin came out wrapped only in a towel. Her husband was already in the bedroom watching a DVD, with the door closed. Liu Min was folding clothes in the living room, and Xiao Hui had returned to her own room. Xiao Liang, however, came out again to get water because he was thirsty. The two of them bumped into each other at the kitchen entrance.
Lü Lin’s bath towel barely covered the important parts, leaving her full cleavage and long legs fully exposed. Xiao Liang’s gaze couldn’t help drifting downward. Lü Lin didn’t dodge right away; instead, she gave a soft smile and lowered her voice: “What happened this afternoon... don’t take it to heart. Auntie doesn’t blame you.”
Xiao Liang flushed red, wanting to escape. But Lü Lin suddenly reached out and gently touched the already bulging area through his pants. Xiao Liang trembled all over, almost crying out. Lü Lin's fingers lingered for two seconds before withdrawing, her expression complex: 'So big... much bigger than your Uncle Lü's.'
After saying that, she went into the bedroom. Xiao Liang stood rooted to the spot, his pants painfully tight, with fluid already seeping from the tip.
That night, Xiao Liang couldn't sleep at all. He heard faint, suppressed moans from Lü Lin's room next door, along with a man's low voice. He couldn't help but press his ear against the wall. He could tell Lü Lin wasn't truly satisfied; in the end, her husband finished her off with his mouth. Xiao Liang's hand involuntarily reached into his pants, grasping his own thick, hard member, imagining if it were him instead...
At the same time, Liu Min also couldn’t sleep. She heard faint sounds from her son’s room and knew what he was doing. Her own fingers had somehow slipped into her panties. A body that hadn’t been touched for more than a year had become extremely sensitive; just a few gentle rubs made her completely wet. Biting her lip, she imagined the scenes she had seen that afternoon, and soon reached climax once.
Starting the next day, the atmosphere at home became subtle.
Lü Lin began deliberately and unconsciously walking back and forth in front of Xiao Liang, sometimes intentionally bending over so that the view beneath her short skirt flashed by. Xiao Liang did his best to avoid her, but his bodily reaction couldn’t lie. Liu Min saw it all and felt both worried and some hard-to-describe restlessness.
Finally, one afternoon, the husband went out on business, Xiao Hui went to a classmate's house, leaving only Lü Lin, Liu Min, and Xiao Liang at home.
Lü Lin called Xiao Liang into her room and closed the door. She was wearing only a translucent nightgown, with nothing underneath. Xiao Liang stood at the doorway, too afraid to go in. Lü Lin walked up to him and directly pulled down the zipper of his pants. That thick, long dick sprang out and nearly hit her hand. Lü Lin’s breathing was obviously disordered: “It’s really this big... Auntie wants to try it.”
She didn't give Xiao Liang a chance to refuse, directly kneeling down and taking him into her mouth. Xiao Liang had never experienced anything like this; within a few strokes, he groaned and came in her mouth. Lü Lin, however, wasn't angry. Instead, she swallowed and her eyes grew even hotter, 'Can you still get hard?'
Xiao Liang nodded. Lü Lin took off her nightgown and lay completely naked on the bed, spreading her legs. Xiao Liang climbed on top, aimed at the moist entrance, and slowly squeezed inside. Lü Lin let out a long, satisfied sigh, wrapping her arms tightly around his back: "Yes... just like that... all the way in..."
Xiao Liang was completely driven by instinct, starting to thrust vigorously. Lü Lin's moans grew louder, her ample breasts shaking intensely. She quickly climaxed once, her inner walls spasming and sucking. But Xiao Liang was still hard and kept going. When he ejaculated inside her for the second time, Lü Lin's legs were already too weak to lift.
Liu Min had actually been standing outside the door the whole time. She heard everything, and her panties were soaked through. When Xiao Liang came out of Lu Lin’s room, the two met each other’s eyes in the hallway. Liu Min didn’t scold him; she just said softly, “Go back to your room.”
Xiao Liang followed his mother into his room. As soon as the door closed, Liu Min reached out and grasped her son's member, still warm from Lü Lin's touch. She knelt down herself, clumsily but earnestly taking it into her mouth. Xiao Liang held his mother's head and quickly hardened again. Liu Min took off her clothes, straddled him, and slowly sank all the way down. Mother and son began making love right there in the room. Liu Min's body, suppressed for too long, was frighteningly sensitive; she climaxed after just a few thrusts. Xiao Liang held her waist and thrust hard, finally releasing deep inside her.
From that day on, the family completely changed.
During the day, Lü Lin would find opportunities to call Xiao Liang into her room, having him enter from behind, or doing it in front of the dressing table mirror. At night, Liu Min would sneak into her son's room or call him to her own bed. Xiao Hui gradually sensed something unusual, but when she one day caught her mother being pressed onto the bed by her brother, she didn't immediately react; instead, she stood at the door and watched for a long time.
Later Xiaohui also joined in. First, Lu Lin seduced her, letting Xiaoliang take care of two women at once. Later on, Liu Min also accepted her daughter’s participation. The relationships among the group became completely entangled.
Lü Lin’s husband was kept in the dark the whole time. He only felt that his wife had been in a better mood lately, and her body had become softer and softer, but he didn’t know that what was really filling her was the twenty-one-year-old young man in the family.
Summer thus passed bit by bit in desire. In the house, suppressed moans and the sounds of flesh colliding could be heard day or night. Liu Min, Lü Lin, Xiao Liang, Xiao Hui—four adults under the same roof turned the most taboo relationships into daily life.
And all of this was just the beginning.
During the hottest days of summer, the entire house almost became a breeding ground for desire.
Lü Lin’s husband still went on business trips every few days, leaving for four or five days at a time. Every time he had barely left, the atmosphere at home changed completely. The curtains were drawn tight, the air conditioner was turned very low, yet several people were often drenched in sweat.
Xiao Liang had completely adapted to this kind of life. He no longer avoided it and even started taking initiative. In the morning, when Liu Min was making breakfast in the kitchen, he would press up against her from behind, pushing against the seam of her mother's buttocks through her thin house pants, his hands reaching under her arms to knead her still-perky breasts. Liu Min would initially scold him softly, saying, 'Stop it, Hui Hui is still here,' but her body would honestly lean back. After grinding against him a few times, she would pull her pants down to her knees herself, letting her son enter directly from behind.
Often, while stir-frying, she would be thrust into so hard her hands shook. The sound of the spatula hitting the wok covered up the suppressed wet sounds. After Xiao Liang came inside, Liu Min would clamp her legs together to keep the semen in, continuing to cook as if nothing had happened. By the time Xiao Hui and Lü Lin came out, a hot breakfast was already on the table, with only the occasional dampness between Liu Min's legs reminding them of what had just happened.
Lü Lin, on the other hand, was more direct.
She would call Xiao Liang into the master bedroom during the day and lock the door. Sometimes she would have him lie on the bed and straddle him, moving up and down slowly; sometimes she would have him enter from behind, while she supported herself with both hands against the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the empty neighborhood road below, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She especially liked being creampied at the moment of climax, then going downstairs in her original clothes, chatting with Liu Min as if nothing was wrong, still carrying the young man's essence inside her.
Xiaohui's joining made the situation even more chaotic.
At first she only peeked. One night she pretended to be asleep, but heard the familiar sound of bed slats and muffled moans from her mother’s room next door. She quietly pushed open the crack of the door and saw Liu Min pinned beneath her brother, her legs spread wide, the area between them a mess. Xiao Liang’s every thrust was deep and heavy, Liu Min’s breasts swayed constantly with each impact, and she intermittently called out her son’s name.
Xiaohui watched for a long time, her panties already soaked through.
The next day at noon, she deliberately walked into the bathroom while Lü Lin was showering. In the steamy mist, she saw Lü Lin's voluptuous body, and the not fully wiped off white residue at the root of her thighs. Lü Lin didn't cover up, instead smiled and asked her, 'Want some too?'
Xiaohui nodded, her face flushed.
Lü Lin pulled her into her own room, locked the door behind her, and then called Xiao Liang over. When Xiao Liang came in, he saw his younger sister sitting naked by the bed and froze for a moment before understanding. Lü Lin told Xiao Hui to lie down, spread her legs apart herself, and lowered her head to use her lips and tongue to warm her up. Xiao Hui had never been treated like this before, and in just a few minutes she trembled and climaxed once. Then Xiao Liang supported his already hard and swollen cock, aimed it at the tight entrance of his younger sister, and slowly pushed in.
Xiaohui gasped in pain, but stubbornly bit her lower lip, not crying out. Lü Lin held her hand nearby, whispering, 'Endure it, it'll feel good in a moment.'
It was indeed as she said. After Xiao Liang fully entered and began thrusting, the pain gradually gave way to an unfamiliar sense of fullness. Xiao Hui's inner walls tightly clenched her brother's member, yet tears unconsciously streamed down—not from pain, but from a shameful and pleasurable sense of complete surrender.
From that day on, Xiaohui also became a regular participant.
Sometimes it was Lü Lin and Xiao Hui serving Xiao Liang together, one with the mouth, one with below; sometimes it was Liu Min and her daughter being used by their son simultaneously, mother and daughter lying face to face, legs intertwined, letting Xiao Liang take turns entering. More often, it was the four of them squeezed on the big bed in the master bedroom, limbs entwined, indistinguishable whose hand was caressing whom, whose lips were pressed against whose skin.
At first Liu Min had felt intense unease and guilt about her daughter’s participation, but when she personally saw Xiao Hui’s toes tense up and her cheeks flush during orgasm, that unease was gradually replaced by a more complicated emotion. She even reached out to knead Xiao Hui’s breasts while Xiao Liang was entering her daughter, or lowered her head to lick the liquid overflowing from where the two were joined.
Once a taboo is broken, it can never return to its original state.
The few days when Lü Lin’s husband occasionally came home became the most agonizing and most exciting period.
On the surface, everything was normal. Liu Min continued with housework, Xiao Liang and Xiao Hui would deliberately avoid each other, and Lü Lin also restrained herself considerably. But as soon as her husband fell asleep or went into the study to handle documents, the others would quickly find opportunities.
Once when her husband was watching TV in the living room, Lü Lin excused herself to go to the kitchen for water, but in the kitchen, Xiao Liang entered her directly from behind. She had to bite down hard on the back of her hand to keep her moans from escaping. Xiao Liang thrust fast and deep, hitting the deepest spot every time, and deliberately whispered in her ear, 'Auntie Lü, it's so wet and hot inside... Can Uncle's little thing make you feel this good?'
Lü Lin was so ashamed and furious she was almost crying, yet her body betrayed her and kept contracting. In the end, when Xiao Liang ejaculated inside her, her legs went weak and she nearly couldn’t stand. When she tidied up her clothes and walked out, her face was still flushed with an unnatural red. Her husband glanced up at her and merely assumed it was because the weather was too hot.
Once again, while her husband was napping, Liu Min called Xiaoliang and Xiaohui into her room. The three of them squeezed onto the single bed, but their movements did not dare be too big. Xiaoliang entered their mother from behind first, then pulled out and entered his younger sister, alternating back and forth. Liu Min and her daughter faced each other, foreheads pressed together, breaths entwined. When Xiaoliang finally ejaculated inside Xiaohui, Liu Min reached down, smeared the semen that overflowed out, and then put it into her own mouth.
This secretive thrill, the constant risk of being discovered, has become an addiction for several people.
One night in mid-August, my husband went on a business trip again.
Lv Lin called the four of them into the master bedroom via intercom. She was especially proactive today, first making Xiaoliang lie down and herself sitting on top of him, slowly and deeply penetrating. Then she called Liu Min over, letting her sit on Xiaoliang's face, being licked. Xiao Hui knelt by the side, kissing Lv Lin and gently squeezing her breasts.
Only a dim wall lamp was lit in the room. Bodies intertwined, the sounds of wetness and suppressed moans rose and fell. Xiao Liang's tongue skillfully worked on his mother's already somewhat loose yet exceptionally sensitive opening, while his lower body was enveloped by Lü Lin's hot and tight inner walls. He let out a low, guttural sound of pleasure, his hands gripping the fleshy buttocks of Liu Min and Lü Lin respectively, pressing them down forcefully.
I don’t know how much time had passed when Lulin went first, her body convulsing violently and squeezing Xiaoliang painfully. She collapsed limply, and Xiaohui took her place. Xiaohui was no longer as nervous as at the beginning; she adjusted the angle herself so that that thick, long thing would grind over the most comfortable spot every time. Liu Min then turned around, lowered her head, and kissed her son, feeding all the liquid that had just been licked out into his mouth.
That night they hardly stopped.
Xiao Liang ejaculated four times in total, cumming inside three different women. Semen overflowed from different bodies, making a mess of the bedsheet. In the end, everyone collapsed together, their sweaty skin pressed against each other, and no one spoke.
The air was filled with the sweet, fishy scent of spent desire.
Liu Min breathed lightly, reaching out to touch her son’s firm lower abdomen, then touched her own slightly bulging lower abdomen—inside it was still carrying what had just been shot in. She suddenly let out a very soft laugh, her voice hoarse:
“If this goes on... something bad is going to happen.”
Lü Lin turned her head, her eyes still a little dazed: “What happened?”
“What if I get pregnant?”
The room fell silent for a few seconds.
But Xiao Liang suddenly spoke up, his voice carrying a post-coital laziness and an undeniable tone: 'If you get pregnant, then have the baby. Anyway, this family is already such a mess.'
Xiaohui didn't speak, just buried her face in her brother's chest, as if acquiescing.
Lü Lin looked at the ceiling and, after a long while, slowly said: “I haven’t used any birth control measures for a long time... What about you?”
Liu Min was silent. Xiao Hui was silent too.
The answer is self-evident.
The cicadas' chirping outside the window had unknowingly weakened, the summer night deep.
The four people in the room were intertwined, none getting up to clean up. Semen slowly seeped out from where they were joined, drawing lewd traces on their inner thighs. They all knew that once certain lines were crossed, there was no going back.
And they seemed to have no intention of turning back.
The next morning, when sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, Xiaoliang woke up between Lü Lin and his mother's bodies. Xiaohui's hand was still resting on his waist. His lower body hardened again, and naturally someone reached out to hold it, naturally someone parted their legs, letting him enter from the side.
No one spoke.
Only the faint sound of water and the gradually quickening breathing could be heard clearly in the quiet of dawn.
A new day begins again, in the most forbidden way.
And this summer is clearly going to be a long one.
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