Lustful Family – Urban Sex Story – Update Chapter 4

Ling Feng stood in front of the high-rise apartment building, his palms sweating slightly, his heart beating fast with an inexplicable speed. Today was the first day he left his hometown to go to the city to attend university — and also the day he officially moved in with his aunt.

The building in front seemed to swallow the afternoon light, the glass door reflecting the image of a young boy — suitcase in hand, eyes bewildered.

“Aunt Lang Tuyet…” — he muttered, swallowing hard.

Since childhood, he had not been very close to his aunt. It was said that she was his mother’s twin sister, and was once extremely famous for being the most beautiful woman in the suburbs. Later, she married a man from the city and had two daughters – one was 18 this year, the other was 16 – neither of whom she had ever met.

My aunt is a little older than my mother, charming and charming, I heard she is also a famous high school teacher.

“Ding — dong!”

The bell rang.

A moment later, the door opened.

Before he could react, a familiar figure walked over — slightly curly hair, flawless white-pink skin, red lips as if they had just been painted, but what made him dizzy was…

those breasts

Her full, round breasts seemed to burst through her thin ivory silk shirt. She wore a two-strap nightgown, no underwear, and stepped out as if she had just finished bathing—water still lingering on her neck, the light scent of shower gel wafting into his nose.

“Lang Phong!” — she cried out, her voice clear and strangely gentle. “My goodness, our boy has grown so much!”

Before he could react — he was pulled close to the embrace.

“Um—!”

His face was pressed against the woman’s ripe breasts. Two soft, hot peaches pressed against his cheeks, the light scent of skin mixed with the scent of soap made his heart almost stop.

And in the middle of her crotch — his penis suddenly jumped up, hardening in response to instinct, rubbing lightly against the edge of her white thigh in a moment when no one noticed.

“Aunt… aunt Tuyet…” — his face turned red, his whole body felt like it was about to bleed.

She still smiled softly, her hand stroking his head, her soft fingers stroking through his hair as if she was coaxing a child.

“You look so grown up, more worldly than your father when he was young… Hehe, come inside!”

He followed, unable to take his eyes off her butt.

The thin silk dress hugged every curve, the fabric swayed with each step, revealing a round, curvaceous butt that moved with each step, mesmerizing his gaze.

Lang Phong tried to swallow his saliva.

Just met and already being hugged by her chest, then looked at her butt… This is not good, staying here for too long will probably make me crazy…

…

Lang Phong sat in the living room, his hands clasped together, his eyes unconsciously wandering around the luxurious room that still maintained its elegant classical style. His aunt told him to wait a moment to change clothes, but he didn’t expect — her so-called “changing clothes”… would almost make him bleed from the nose.

The sound of light slippers echoed from the wooden hallway. And then, she stepped out — Lang Tuyet.

Just a tight milk-colored T-shirt, short enough to reveal her pretty belly button and soft, white waist. Below was an extremely short pleated skirt, so short that every time she turned or bent over slightly, the edge of the skirt would lift up, revealing her round, smooth buttocks, heaving under a thin lace thong that… only covered half of her cleavage.

No protective pants, no stockings. With each step she took, her perky ass shook slightly, clearly showing off each beat to his eyes.

“Oh my god…” – Lang Phong clenched his hands, his throat dry. He lowered his head, trying not to look, but his eyes still couldn’t help but follow the swaying of her ass in the large room, as if her ass was deliberately provoking his reason.

Aunt Lang Tuyet did not care at all. She smiled and comfortably pulled his hand to stand up:

“Come on, I’ll show you the house.”

Her voice was as light as the wind that brushed past his neck, carrying a light scent mixed with the scent of freshly washed, damp hair. Her long, slender fingers grasped his wrist, so soft that it seemed to penetrate straight into his skin.

He nodded, stood up and followed her, but with each step he took, he had to resist the urge to jump up, lift her skirt, and bury his face between her buttocks.

She led him down the hallway, briefly introducing each area—the study, the kitchenette, the backyard, the laundry room—but every word she said was like the wind. Because his eyes were glued to a certain place below the hem of her skirt, where the white, lacy thong peeked out from between her buttocks, teasing his soul.

Every time her skirt fluttered in the air-conditioned wind, every step up the stairs, every turn to introduce herself here and there… was torture.

“This is your room.” – she stopped in front of a carved mahogany door, smiling.

Lang Phong took a deep breath, trying to regulate his breathing to hide the excitement boiling inside him. He walked in — the room was quite large, with a window facing the garden, a large bed, a separate study desk, a bookshelf, and even a separate bathroom.

“Even though it is a guest room, my aunt takes good care of it.” – she stepped closer, gently stroking the table as an illustration, then suddenly turned around and smiled brightly: “From now on, it is yours.”

“I… thank you so much.” – he was confused, his heart was in turmoil.

Aunt Lang Tuyet stepped closer, gently caressing his cheek, her cool fingers carrying the gentle warmth from the palm of an experienced woman.

“My son is all grown up…” – she said softly, her eyes shining with nostalgia. “Back then, your mother was very protective of me… and even helped me study and review for exams for several years, before I could pass high school…”

She smiled softly, her voice like a breath in his ear.

“Now then… I have to try to take care of my nephew, right?”

Lang Phong blushed, scratched his head, not daring to look into those sparkling eyes.

She laughed, gently pushed his forehead, then turned away — once again, that ass swayed right before his eyes.

“Then clean your room. I’ll go to the kitchen to prepare food.”

Stopping at the door, she turned her head and narrowed her eyes:

“Let’s eat together later.”

Her voice echoed softly and then disappeared with the sound of slippers, but in Lang Phong’s mind at this moment, there was only the image of the short skirt lifted up with each step, and the faint white lace slit appearing and disappearing between the two round, curvaceous, and erotic buttocks.

He stood there, watching her figure disappear down the long hallway. The door was still open, but in his pants… his cock was already burning hot, hard as a young steel rod.

“Living with a woman like that… for a month is enough to drive a man crazy…”

…

Of course, Lang Phong could not help it.

He didn’t have much luggage, he was a man, simple and light, he casually threw it in the corner of the room and sat down on the bed. But in his mind right now, he wasn’t worried about cleaning or exploring his aunt’s luxurious apartment, but the image of Lang Tuyet’s ripe female body – his biological aunt – was imprinted in his mind.

The firm, curvaceous butt peeked out from under her skirt, the elastic breasts pressed against her face, the cool skin mixed with the gentle scent of soap… Every detail seemed to hypnotize his mind, causing a nameless fire to rise in his heart.

His heart pounded. Blood rushed to his lower body. And finally — he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Damn… if this continues, I’ll lose control soon…” – he muttered, locking the door and pulling down his zipper.

The laptop was quickly opened. The headphones were plugged in, a familiar website popped up, and without having to scroll for long, he found what he was looking for — an image of a mature woman, with a curvaceous body, wearing a sheer nightgown, breathtakingly sexy. Almost exactly like Ling Xue just now…

A soft moan echoed in his earpiece, causing his lower body to jerk violently.

He pulled his cock out of his pants—a huge, hot thing, its veins standing out under the light of the screen. His length was nineteen centimeters, but what made him half proud and half self-conscious was its width—more than four centimeters! It was terribly thick, hard as hot iron, glowing red at the tip, looking like a wooden stake, baring its arms in eager anticipation.

“Ha… what a… real monster…” – he laughed bitterly, his hands started to clench and stroke from the base of his head up.

With each stroke, his cock jerked and bounced violently. His cock reacted like a living creature—huge, veiny, and masculine, never touched by a woman, never entered into anyone’s pussy… but full of potential to make anyone who was penetrated moan and beg for it.

His hand got faster and faster, the moans in the earphone mixed with his own panting, creating a lewd melody in the silent room.

In his mind, the image of Aunt Tuyet kept appearing – her short skirt lifted up, her round butt shaking with each step, her white lace slit teasing, her wet eyes absentminded, completely unaware that behind her was a young man going crazy.

“Um… auntie… if you keep walking back and forth in front of me like that… I won’t just sit here and masturbate…” – he hissed softly, his hands clenched, the head of his cock swelling, dripping out the first drop of clear, warm fluid flowing along his shaft.

The feeling of freeing himself with his own hands was both shameful and exciting — as if he was committing a taboo. And that was true, Lang Tuyet was his biological aunt, his mother’s twin sister. But the paradox was… it was her body that was driving him crazy.

His hands kept moving, increasing speed, eyes half-closed, breathing heavily. His abs tightened, back arched with each wave of pleasure.

Once… twice… then suddenly…

“Ugh… Um…!”

His whole body convulsed. A strangled groan escaped his throat.

Hot semen spurted out like a stream, shooting onto his stomach, chest, and even onto the laptop that was displaying lewd images on the screen. The thick, white stream flowed out rhythmically, continuously, as if containing all the pent-up lust that had been suppressed since meeting Aunt Tuyet.

He gasped, leaning back on the bed, his cock still twitching under his belly, wet and red as if he had just gone through a battle.

“Damn… just met you for the first time… and it’s already like this…” – he closed his eyes, feeling both satisfied and guilty.

But somewhere deep inside him… a voice whispered.

“If there is a real chance… then what?”

…

In the middle of his climax, Lang Phong clenched his fists, his hot cock in his hand was swelling up with each thrust as if it wanted to burst out all the pent-up excitement. He was panting, his whole body was covered in sweat, his eyes half-closed, immersed in the fantasy of Aunt Tuyet’s body… then at that moment —

Click!

The door opened.

He jerked and turned around — his whole body stiff as if under a spell.

Before his eyes… was a girl.

There was no mistaking it — she looked a lot like Aunt Tuyet, from her face, her skin, to her slightly curved eyes. If one had to say, she bore eighty-sevenths of Lang Tuyet’s youthful appearance — but more youthful and full of life.

Long slender legs were revealed under the short skirt, black hair fell over her shoulders, a plate of fruit was held in her hand, eyes wide open, mouth slightly open as if in shock.

Of course she was shocked — because in front of her… was Lang Phong with his huge, erect penis, red and wet at the tip.

They looked at each other.

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Lang Phong’s face was red, he hadn’t even pulled up his pants yet, his penis was still standing high, thick and big like a wooden stake wrapped in meat. As for her… that girl… her eyes didn’t look away.

No screaming, no running away, no shame at all.

Instead—she gently placed the fruit plate on the desk, her jet-black eyes still glued to his penis. The corners of her lips curved up slightly, revealing an interested smile… as if the thing before her eyes was the perfect toy.

Then, without saying a word — she stepped closer.

Each step was leisurely and natural, as if this were something familiar.

“Hey… wait…” – Lang Phong stuttered, his whole body tensed, his mind blank, not knowing how to react.

But the girl did not let him finish. She knelt down right in front of him, looked up and smiled softly:

“Are you the new cousin?”

Lang Phong nodded as if hypnotized. “Uh… yeah…”

“So…” – she lowered her head, reached out with both hands, and gently grabbed his erect penis – “…this is what I heard moaning in the hallway earlier.”

Her fingers were soft and cool, but they wrapped around his penis as if they were familiar with the way it was caressed. She touched… then gently rubbed from the base to the tip. Lang Phong stiffened, the sudden feeling of pleasure made his whole body tremble.

“Wait… you are…” – he tried to ask.

“I am Lang Y Nhien… Aunt Tuyet’s eldest daughter. You must be brother Phong.” – she said as she bent down, tying her long hair neatly with a small string.

Lang Phong swallowed.

This is his aunt’s biological daughter… that is, his cousin. But why… why…

Even before the thought was complete, her mouth opened.

And — swallow his hot cockhead whole.

“Ugh… ah…!” – Lang Phong groaned, his back arched, his two hands gripping the edge of the bed tightly.

Her mouth was warm and suffocating. Her lips were soft, her tongue was wet, every movement was gentle, as if she was savoring a rare delicacy. She was not in a hurry, not rough, but rhythmically sucked his cock — from the red tip to the veiny shaft.

“What… what the hell are you doing…?”

“Suck it.” – she pulled out and licked his body, then giggled – “You’re so big… I can tell you’ve never had it in anyone.”

That sentence made Lang Phong stunned.

His penis jerked under her hand, semen rushing to the tip, eager to shoot out. But Y Nhien’s eyes at that moment — not shy at all, but joyful, curious, and interested as if she was discovering a rare treasure.

“Don’t be shy, hehe ~ I have to check if the rumors are true.”

“Rumors?” he gasped, confused, but his cock couldn’t lie — it was getting harder, bigger, and hotter.

“Um…” – she licked and whispered – “…mom said… your penis was very big since you were little, mom said when you were little you were as big as a normal man hi hi ~…”

With that said — she opened her mouth, this time not only swallowing the head, but trying to swallow deeper.

Such a big penis, she still licked it nonstop, saliva wet the base, running down his biceps. Lang Phong trembled, his mind was blurry. What was happening? This was his aunt’s house… the place he had just arrived… and this was…

“Y Nhien… I can’t… take it anymore…”

She looked up, her mouth still holding his penis, her eyes sparkling as she smiled like an angel:

“Then… shoot in my mouth…”

Lang Phong groaned softly, his whole body tensed as his orgasm surged, his penis jerked violently and then spurted out streams of hot semen. The milky white stream shot straight into Y Nhien’s mouth, each strong stroke as if nothing could stop it.

She did not dodge, did not show any fear, on the contrary — her lips remained tightly closed, her throat gently swallowing each wave as if it were a rare delicacy.

Her tongue circled around the trembling head, licking up the last drops of semen that had yet to spill out.

When she looked up, her eyes were sparkling, her pink lips glistened with the white liquid from just now, she smiled slightly, one hand still holding her red, stiff penis:

“As expected… as healthy as the rumors say. My cousin is really… annoying…”

Before Lang Phong could react, she quickly climbed on top of him, her skirt pulled up to her waist. Her initiative made him dizzy, his dry lips trembling:

“This… isn’t it too fast…?”

Y Nhien just giggled, her long hair fell lightly over her shoulders, her eyes flashed with mischievous charm:

“Not so fast… and you did it to me, now I have to do it to you…”

She said then bent down, pulled her skirt over her head and threw it to the ground, revealing her sexy, ripe young woman’s body. Below was a thin thong, loosely tied at both sides of her hips with a thin red silk string.

She raised her slender hand and gently pulled one side of the rope.

“Cup…”

The panties slipped down like falling flower petals, quietly falling between her smooth white thighs. Before Lang Phong’s eyes was a scene that made him feel suffocated.

Her labia opened slightly, rosy and plump, like a flower just blooming. Clear, sparkling vaginal fluid flowed from both sides of her lips, along her soft thighs, filling the air with a sweet fragrance, mixed with a strange but attractive salty taste.

Lang Phong’s eyes widened, his penis in her hand jerked again, as if it had come to life again. He moaned softly when he felt the tip of his penis touch those wet labia.

“Um…” – Y Nhien shivered slightly, her body slightly contracted, but her eyes became even more passionate. “So hot… so big… just a light touch…”

He swallowed hard, his hands gripping the bed tightly, his mind screaming for it to stop, but his body trembling with desire.

The big red glans lightly touched the vagina, and the vaginal fluid immediately flowed like a small stream, wetting the two sides of the vagina — as if that place was inviting him to enter, to take over, to thrust deep into the uterus.

Y Nhien gently lifted her body, one hand still squeezing the hot penis, the other hand slid down below, gently separating the two pink lips of her pussy. The wet pussy lips opened, slippery with lust as if waiting for the huge thing that was throbbing in her hand.

She tilted her head to look at him, her eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling slightly but full of provocation:

“Look closely… this is the first time I let someone go this deep…”

With that, she slowly lowered herself.

Ling Feng’s bright red glans touched the edge of her vagina, and both of them shivered. Just a light touch and he felt his whole body tremble — her pussy was hot, contracting rhythmically as if it wanted to suck her in, and Yi Ran moaned softly, her legs clenching as if by reflex.

“Um…”

Then little by little, she sat down.

The head of his cock slipped through her pink lips, sliding into her tightening vagina, sucking every inch of flesh. His cock was thick, long, and hard as a stone pillar — yet she still slowly swallowed it inch by inch, as if there was a path inside her just right for him to go all the way to the end.

Lang Phong gritted his teeth, his entire body tensed up. His penis was covered by a layer of warm, moist, and insanely smooth flesh. That feeling of being sucked tightly made him feel like he was being seduced by a demon, draining all his life force with its deadly weakness.

But what made him even more dizzy was Y Nhien’s lower abdomen. Every time his penis sank an inch deeper, that place would swell up, clearly showing the penis pushing against her lower abdomen like a hard mass of flesh, thrusting straight inside.

“Oh my… what is this…”

Lang Phong exhaled, his hands unconsciously placed on her waist, feeling every contraction, every tremor from the young girl’s supple body.

As for Y Nhien, sweat was dripping down her forehead, her two hands placed on his chest, her fingers lightly digging into his flesh as if to suppress the pleasure that was drowning her.

“Um… ah… this… is really big…”

Her voice was lost, vague like that of a drunkard. Her body trembled, her lips pursed slightly but her eyes were still wet, sparkling like autumn water.

“Honey… it’s so big… the biggest I’ve ever seen…”

She smiled bitterly, leaned close to his ear, her trembling breath mixed with the chaotic beating of her heart:

“Probably… probably this time… I can only fuck you… um…”

Then suddenly — “slap!” — a loud sound echoed through the humid space. Y Nhien suddenly slipped, her soft body lost balance and fell straight into his arms.

“Oh…!”

Intermittent sounds escaped her throat, her eyes widened, her head tilted back, her lips parted as if she wanted to scream but only her rapid breathing let out each sound “uh… ah…!”

Ling Feng’s entire cock — huge, red, and full of vitality — was thrust deep into that wet pussy in one go, not leaving a single bit behind.

“Ugh!”

She jerked. The fist-sized glans thrust straight into her vaginal wall, penetrating all the way to the bottom of her uterus, causing her lower abdomen to rise visibly like a stimulating bulge.

Her whole body convulsed violently, her back arched, her mouth gaping open, unable to form words. Her eyes rolled back, her gaze lost as if she was about to faint, and foam was forming at the corners of her mouth.

“Ugh… aaaa… honey… I’m… dying…!”

The nectar flowed out like a stream, from the edge of the vagina dripping down to the thighs, mixed with the slippery, slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh, echoing rhythmically, wave by wave… making the scene even more crazy.

Lang Phong gritted his teeth, his sadistic desire exploded.

“Can’t take it anymore…”

He growled softly, then suddenly pushed her back onto the bed, his strong hands holding her small waist. His member, still inside her—not yet withdrawn—now began to move again.

“Slap! Slap! Slap!”

He began to thrust.

Pull out less than halfway, then slam down hard again.

Each time the huge penis penetrated, it made her uterus shake violently. The tip continuously rubbed against the most sensitive spots inside, making her only able to moan like a tormented animal:

“Ah… ah… no… too deep…! um… not too hard… aaaa!”

But even though her mouth begged, her body completely betrayed her.

Her long, white legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her hands dug into his back, her fingernails scratching his skin until it was red, but she didn’t let go.

“Darling… fuck me harder… deeper… deeper…”

Lang Phong pounded frantically, each thrust made her vagina tighten as if wanting to swallow his entire shaft. Each time, the tip of his penis pushed all the way in, causing Y Nhien’s whole body to contract, her mouth moaning as if she were continuously reaching climax.

His cock was still buried deep inside that tight pussy, every vein standing out like a living weapon, red with unrelieved pleasure. Each of her breaths made her vagina contract, as if using all her instincts to swallow him tightly.

Lang Phong growled softly, then suddenly pulled out almost all the way – leaving only the tip touching her pussy – then slammed back in strongly, like a wave breaking a dam.

“Ah… aaaa…!” – Y Nhien screamed, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her body trembling.

Nine times shallow, one time deep.

His thrusts were not hurried, but tortured her nerves with waves of pleasure. Each shallow thrust made her arch her back reflexively, moaning intermittently because she was not satisfied. And then – a sudden deep thrust – pushed her to heaven for a moment.

“Mmm… Phong… deeper… don’t stop…” – she moaned, her head shaking slightly, drops of sweat rolling down her soft, wet breasts. “I… want your semen… my first time… is to receive it all…”

That sentence seemed to ignite the madness in his blood.

Lang Phong gritted his teeth and roared, his whole body squeezing her tightly. His penis jerked violently, then thrust deeply without mercy.

“Slap! Slap! Slap!”

Wet sounds of collision echoed with each beat, nectar flowed out from the edge of her vagina, running down onto the bed sheet. Her lower abdomen rose, her small abdomen clearly showing the shape of a hard object that was thrusting straight into her uterus.

Lang Phong gritted his teeth: “Then… take all of mine…!”

Then, just as the tip of his cock penetrated deep into the bottom of her vagina, her body convulsed, all her semen gathered, exploding into hot streams.

“Uaa… aaaa…!”

Semen shot out like a fountain, wave after wave hitting her womb. With each thrust, he thrust deeper, pushing all the white, male semen into the trembling body of the young woman beneath him.

Y Nhien arched her back, mouth wide open, moaning hesitantly: “It… is so warm… so deep… my uterus… is filled…”

Her eyes were blurred with tears, her body was limp, and her stomach felt as if it was filled with hot fire. Each drop of semen that was released made her shiver, as if it was being blown from the inside out. Her hole kept contracting, automatically squeezing the constantly throbbing penis, as if wanting to squeeze out every last drop.

Both of them were panting. Their breaths overlapped, the strong smell of lust and sweat mixed in the hot, humid air. White semen began to leak from inside her, running down the crack of her ass, dripping onto the wet bed sheet.

Lang Phong looked at her – her face was red with pleasure, her messy hair covered her eyes, her chest heaved as if she was trying to breathe in the aftertaste of ecstasy. That feeling of complete possession made him more arrogant than ever.

Y Nhien lay on Lang Phong, her slender fingers gently caressed his cheek as if caressing a favorite toy, then bent down to give him a deep kiss. Her tongue caressed, wet and sweet as honey, making Lang Phong immersed as if he had just been drugged.

His cock was still buried deep inside her pussy — tight, warm, and filled with milky white semen. Her soft uterus was still contracting, as if it wanted to absorb every drop of his male fluid, not leaving behind even a single grain of semen.

In the middle of the long kiss, he whispered:
“Is this your first time being shot inside…?”

Y Nhien smiled, her eyes sparkling mischievously. Her long, white legs still tightly wrapped around his waist, his penis still buried deep inside, pressed so tightly that it was suffocating.

“Um… that’s right… I always used condoms with my boyfriends before… But…” – she giggled, whispering into his ear – “…it was so big for you, I liked it so much, so I played naked. It was so good…”

That lewd sentence left Lang Phong speechless.

“Aren’t you afraid… of getting pregnant?” – he asked, his voice trembling with anxiety.

Y Nhien lazily raised her hand to gently stroke her long hair, her eyes were dreamy as if she had just recovered from a trance:
“If you have one, then give birth, I’m fine. Mom knows I have many boyfriends… I’ll just take the blame for someone and it’ll be done. It’s easy, hehe…”

Lang Phong was stunned, his eyes wide open. Only one thought appeared in his mind: This little girl… is a devil in disguise as an angel!

“You think I’m evil, don’t you?” she suddenly asked, looking at him defiantly.

He didn’t dare to answer. Before he could close his mouth, her body wriggled, and the two lips of her vagina below tightened around his cock once more. Her wet, slippery pussy was still filled with semen, but it didn’t loosen at all. On the contrary, it seemed to be sucking him deeper into her body.

The feeling of being sucked tightly, stuck to the roots made Lang Phong tremble, her mind was hazy — she lied flirtatiously like that, but her body was clearly embracing him as if she considered him the first real man.

“Give me another kiss…” – she chuckled, her arms around his neck, her lips pursed as if waiting.

He didn’t say anything more, and immediately bent down to kiss those soft lips. While their lips were entwining, tongues were entwining, Y Nhien suddenly arched her body, her butt gently lifted up and then dropped down, causing his penis to jerk. He moaned softly, couldn’t help but give a light thrust, his penis slid out halfway then slid back in, creating a wet “slurp… slurp…” sound between their bodies.

“Mm… ah…” – she moaned softly, her two hands lightly clutching his back. “Honey… let’s go down and eat, or else mom will find out… Hehe…”

Lang Phong breathed heavily and nodded slightly: “Yes…”

But when he tried to pull his penis out of her vagina, her whole body was pulled back.

“You… clamp so tight… how can I get out?” – he hissed softly when he clearly felt her vagina tighten again, as if wanting to cling to him forever.

Y Nhien curled her lips:
“Um ~ I don’t know… leave it to me ~” – she deliberately squeezed one more time, causing his entire glans to tremble, spurting a few more drops of semen that flowed back out, along the edge of her vagina, wetting her thighs.

Lang Phong gritted his teeth, screaming in his heart: This little girl… is truly a semen-sucking monster…

…

After a while of entanglement, clinging to each other as if wanting to suck the other’s life out, the two finally dragged themselves out of that hot intercourse scene.

As soon as his penis withdrew from her vagina, a stream of warm semen immediately flowed out, followed by lewd “slurping” sounds between her legs, then flowed down her white thighs in a white streak.

The two of them wiped their bodies with towels and changed clothes in a hurry. Lang Phong glanced at her as he put on his shirt — Y Nhien was tying her hair back, still giggling as if she had never been shot in the uterus, her expression filled with hateful satisfaction.

Actually, from the time she brought up the fruit plate until now, the two of them had only been doing each other for about half an hour.

But with that big, wooden-pillar-like penis, and his youthful stamina, even half an hour would be enough to make a normal girl faint. Yet this little girl… still had enough energy to run and jump.

Lang Phong shook his head, smiling softly in his heart: “A real goblin.”

Around six o’clock in the evening, the sunset outside the window dyed the entire hallway golden. The two of them walked downstairs together. Lang Phong walked in front, while Y Nhien leisurely followed behind, whistling softly as they walked as if they were playing a child’s game.

Suddenly… he felt a hot breath on the back of his neck.

“UH…”

Before he could react, his hair was gently pulled back. Turning around, he was stunned — Y Nhien was standing right on the stairs one step higher than him, her thin short skirt was lifted up, covering his head like a hood.

“Huh!?”

Lang Phong’s face immediately pressed against the soft triangle between her thighs — a fragrant, moist, hot slit, still filled with the scent of semen and chaotic love. He felt as if his face was pressed against the traces of her previous lewdness, his cheeks pressed against her smooth thighs, and his nose filled with the stimulating sweet, fishy smell from her secret hole.

“Y… Y Nhien… what game are you playing…” – he stuttered, his voice choked in the soft lace fabric.

She giggled like a naughty child, her two hands trying to push his head closer, as if wanting to imprint his yang energy on her pussy lips.

“Let me smell you again ~ you made me cum a lot just now ~” – she chuckled softly, her voice teasing but full of lust.

After a while, he let go and pulled down his skirt. Lang Phong gasped, rubbing his nose as if he had just choked on semen. His face was red, but not from embarrassment — but from the desire she had so vilely aroused.

Y Nhien jumped down first, turning her head and teasing him as she walked:

“Hurry up, cousin! I’m hungry!”

Lang Phong stood frozen on the stairs, his hand still wiping his nose, his eyes glued to the small butt visible under the short skirt swinging in front of him.

“This slutty girl…” – he gritted his teeth, feeling both helpless and amused.

He never expected… to go down to eat and get licked like this again.

…

When Lang Phong and Y Nhien walked down, the dining room was already neatly cleaned. On the table was Aunt Lang Tuyet — still with the same charming beauty that made any man swallow his saliva — and a young girl with her hair tied up, a delicate face, and thin glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Ling Feng recognized him at a glance — Ling Yun, his youngest cousin, a senior in high school. He had a dignified appearance and a docile demeanor, but the way his eyes glanced over and quickly looked away made him feel guilty… it seemed… there was something hidden in that smile.

Y Nhien gently bowed, gently sat down at the table, smiling brightly as if nothing had happened not long ago. Her voice was clear, innocent yet also like she was deliberately showing off:

“I helped Lang Phong clean the room, Mom ~”

Lang Tuyet nodded, her hands scooping rice but her eyes still gently glancing at the two:

“Yeah, great. You two sit down and eat, it’s hot.”

Only then did Lang Van push up his glasses, then bowed slightly, his voice as small as the wind:

“Hello Phong…”

She smiled lightly, her lips slightly curved, a gentle and pure expression that made Lang Phong pause for a moment. Completely different from Y Nhien — Lang Van carried a pure and shy look. But… why did the way she looked at him seem to have something… strangely sparkling?

Before he could think much, a man’s deep voice rang out.

Sitting next to Lang Tuyet was a middle-aged man with a sturdy build, a beard on his chin, bright eyes, and a voice full of elder air. He immediately recognized him — young master Ha Hung.

“For the next few years of college, your mother asked me to entrust you to our family.” – Ha Hung looked straight at Lang Phong, his eyes like a declaration — both sincere and responsible.

“Consider today a welcome meal. Don’t be so polite. The Xia and Ling families have been closely connected for a long time, and are considered one family. Just relax.”

Ling Feng nodded. It was indeed so. The relationship between the two families had lasted for several generations, and the clearest proof was that his biological sister — Ling Yu — had just married someone from the Xia family. It could be said that… as long as one stepped into this family, the so-called “ties and ties” would constantly intertwine.

The dinner table was crowded, the atmosphere was warm but also full of courtesy. The whole family ate together and chatted animatedly. Aunt Tuyet asked about their hometown, Uncle Hung told a few old stories about his mother when she was young. Lang Phong tried to keep his composure, but…

Under the table.

His leg suddenly jerked slightly.

At first he thought it was a mistake. But the second, third time — he shivered. A long, slender, bare foot, soft as silk, was gently rubbing against his calf, then slowly climbing up his inner thigh, groping.

Oh my god…

No need to guess — who else would have this trick other than that demon Y Nhien?

This dining table was big but the bottom was not sealed. Her foot quickly slipped into his thigh, pressing lightly — right at the position of his manhood that had been suppressed for a while.

“Cough…” – Lang Phong choked, his hand clenching his chopsticks.

His penis jerked, starting to swell in his pants. The tingling, tight feeling, combined with the tight pants, made it hard for him to breathe.

Under the table, Y Nhien was still teasing him nonstop — her big toe gently rubbed against his sensitive spot, then slid from the base of his penis to the tip, as if knowing the exact position, force, and rhythm that gave him the most headache.

Lang Phong clenched his teeth. His whole body was covered in cold sweat.

His eyes unconsciously glanced at Y Nhien – she was still smiling while picking fish for her mother, her eyes curved, her small mouth sucking the soup like a docile kitten. But her feet… were like little snakes slithering inside his pants, pressing against his already hardened penis that was about to explode.

“Mr. Phong, have some fish. Mom’s fish is delicious.” – she passed her chopsticks over, picked up a piece of fish, and smiled lightly like an angel.

Angel monkey…

Lang Phong looked at her, his eyes almost wanting to strangle that fake innocence.

Under the table, her feet were still rubbing back and forth, occasionally pressing hard as if wanting to make him ejaculate right there.

Witch! This damn witch…

He clenched his chopsticks, trying to take a deep breath to calm down, but the penis below was as hard as iron, the bright red tip began to leak out the first drops of liquid, flowing warmly into his pants.

This dining table… is truly a dangerous underground battlefield!

…

Only when the meal was over did the family leave the table. Lang Phong stood up to help clean up, gathering the dishes and chopsticks to bring them to the sink, not forgetting to roll up his sleeves, acting like a gentle and well-educated young man. But as soon as he turned around and walked out to the living room — his eyes immediately stopped.

Y Nhien has changed clothes.

She wore a thin black velvet bodycon dress, with a deep slit in the front and thighs. Her hair was loose and wavy, her lipstick was red and wet, and the scent of perfume lingered in the air. Just a moment ago, she was still a girl clinging to him, moaning for semen, but now… she was like a poisonous flower coming out of a nightclub, elegant and full of charm.

“I’m going out for a bit, Mom ~” – she said while fixing her hair in front of the mirror.

Outside, the supercar engine roared softly. The door opened, and a handsome young man stepped out, wearing a tight shirt, his hair neatly combed like a school star. He walked over to open the car door, leaned over and greeted her like a knight.

Lang Phong stood there frozen, still holding the tablecloth in his hand. A feeling of something… stabbing in his chest.

Her boyfriend?

Y Nhien walked closer to him, glanced at him, then winked mischievously. Not hiding anything, not shy at all. On the contrary, she smiled defiantly — as if asking him: “Jealous? You know who I belong to.”

Lang Phong swallowed.

Jealousy? He wasn’t sure. But something was still smoldering in his heart. Even though his mind was screaming: “You’re the third… or fifth, sixth… who knows with this slutty girl.”

But his heart still couldn’t help but feel hot.
They had only been playing together for 30 minutes, and she had already let someone else lick her lips?

“Damn it…” – he muttered, trying to suppress his frustration.

But strangely — no one in the family said anything.

Aunt Lang Tuyet was wiping her hands when she turned to look at him.

“That girl looks like she’s really good. It’s only 7:30, she went out with her boyfriend and came home at 9. She’s never stayed overnight at someone else’s house since she was little.”

Lang Phong twitched the corner of his eyes and forced a smile.

Auntie, you don’t know… fucking with her for 30 minutes is enough to make a man out of breath, let alone a few words! – he hissed in his heart.

He had noticed her earlier as she came down the stairs. The sheer panties, peeking out from under her skirt, a lace thong – he had seen, licked, and cummed into them as she rode him.

Now that slit was sitting on the supercar seat next to the other guy… This feeling made his penis twitch involuntarily.

Okay, stop thinking about it… thinking about it more will probably make me crazy.

He turned around and continued cleaning. But before he could finish washing the dishes, he heard soft footsteps behind him.

A small hand gently tugged on his shirt.

“Mr. Phong…”

He turned back — it was Lang Van.

She still wore glasses, a white dress that reached past her knees, her hair tied neatly at the nape of her neck, but her face was slightly flushed, her eyes hesitant.

“I heard… you were the top student in college, right? I… I’m in my final year of high school… can you help me review for the exam?”

Before Lang Phong could reply, Aunt Tuyet’s voice rang out from the living room, very gentle:

“Well, that’s even better. Family members have to help each other, it’s a responsibility.”

Lang Van smiled softly, looking at him expectantly.

Lang Phong nodded slightly, an indescribable feeling rose in his heart.

“Yeah… let’s go then.”

He didn’t see — just as he turned away — Lang Van’s eyes curved slightly… the corners of her eyes slightly narrowed as if smiling… but within, there was none of the innocence she usually displayed.

…

Ling Yun’s room was at the end of the second floor hallway — well soundproofed, the windows overlooking the garden, evening light poured in through the thin curtains, creating soft streaks of moonlight on the wooden floor.

Lang Phong sat down on the chair in front of the desk, and she gently closed the door, the smile always on her lips like sparkling morning dew.

“Wait a moment, let me get the book.”

She turned around — her knee-length white dress fluttered slightly, but when she knelt down under the bookcase to get the documents, the hem of the dress suddenly slid up her hips, completely revealing one of her snow-white thighs, along with the delicate cream-colored lace panties hugging her plump butt.

Lang Phong swallowed. The feeling of choking suddenly rose in his throat, and his lower body moved slightly — an instinctive reflex of someone being forced between morality and carnal desires.

“I didn’t mean to…” — she turned back, her eyes slightly curved as if smiling, holding a book in her hand, her voice whispering innocently — but it was clear that kneeling next to him was intentional.

Her skirt was pulled down but still didn’t cover much, her slender knees touched the floor, her breasts pressed lightly against his biceps every time she bent down to show him the lesson.

“Brother Phong, how do you solve this? It seems… this formula is different from the previous problems…”

He nodded, trying to focus on the book. But the gentle scent of her hair, the warmth of her soft breasts pressed against his hand, and the image of the hem of her skirt gently swaying, revealing the sharp corner of that silk triangle… all of it made his head spin.

Every time she leaned over, her long hair fell lightly over her shoulder, her fingertips touched his arm—soft, cool, and slightly trembling. As if deliberately probing.

A moment later, when the air was warm enough, she suddenly asked, her voice soft, her eyes glistening with tears:

“Have you ever loved anyone…?”

Lang Phong was stunned.

“I… I mean… before that time…”

She bowed her head, her little fingers lightly tapped on the edge of the table, her mouth biting her lower lip. Her voice became even softer, as if afraid she would hear:

“…Have you…ever…done that?”

Her hand still tapped lightly, a steady rhythm. Her long, slender nails gleamed under the table lamp, her head tilted slightly, her hair covering one eye but the other was glued to his face—waiting, provocative, as if wanting to dig out the answer deep within.

Lang Phong’s heart was pounding. His penis in his pants suddenly jumped.

Heat rose to his face. He didn’t know whether to answer truthfully or avoid it… then her lips slightly curved into a smile with unclear goodwill.

“I guess… not yet, right?”

She propped her chin up in her hands, her mischievous eyes sparkling with something no longer innocent. Her bare thighs were still exposed under her skirt, her lace panties clearly visible, slightly curved from her kneeling position. And the scent of her body — so close that if she leaned in just a little more, her lips would touch his cheek.

…

The two of them finally returned to their desks, the gentle light covering the pages of their books. Lang Van seemed to have stopped playing tricks, obediently sitting there taking notes, reading the lesson, occasionally turning to smile lightly at him whenever he encountered a difficult formula. The strange atmosphere at first gradually dissipated, replaced by concentration… perhaps truly seriousness.

Nine o’clock in the evening, the clock struck a soft tick, the yard outside was quiet, only the sound of cicadas chirping as if reminding people that it was time to rest.

Lang Van suddenly yawned softly, rubbing his eyes with his small hand:

“Um… I’m so sleepy… should I go to bed?”

Lang Phong nodded and stretched. “Okay, I’m going back to my room too. I’ll continue studying tomorrow.”

She stood up and gently walked to the door to see him off. The small room seemed a bit warmer as she stood in the soft yellow light, her white dress swaying around her bare feet.

“Thank you so much…” – she tilted her head, her voice as soft as a breeze. “Can we continue studying tomorrow?”

“Okay.” – He smiled.

It seemed like everything was going to end peacefully — then suddenly she stood on tiptoe, quick as lightning — and placed a light kiss on his cheek.

Kiss.

A very soft sound, but enough to make Lang Phong’s cheeks burn.

Before he could react, the door slammed shut. He stood frozen.

Mind blank.

His hand gently lifted to his cheek — where he could still feel the vague warmth of those lips. Soft… smooth… fragrant like the scent of flowers at night.

In the room, Lang Van leaned against the door, her cheeks red. She held her cheeks and whispered continuously:

“Um… I… I just kissed…”

Then, unable to hold back, she jumped onto the bed, hugged the soft pillow tightly, rolled around, her face buried in the fabric as if to hide her happy smile, her eyes sparkling like a cat that had just stolen a delicious treat.

Outside in the hallway, Lang Phong was still stunned, his hand gently stroking the place where he had just been kissed. His lips slightly curved up, he shook his head and walked away, his heart as light as the wind.

“I thought…” – he muttered – “This girl… is still very innocent.”

Completely opposite to the demon Y Nhien this afternoon — while sucking on his cock, he was already licking it like a drug addict, and twisting his hips as if he wanted to get all the semen out of his body.

As for Lang Van — she was still a flower that had yet to bloom. Pure, fragile, and… sweet enough to make his heart flutter in a different way.

 

Lang Phong pushed the door open and entered the room, gently turning the lock and leaning against the door as if to dispel the anger that was simmering in his chest. The wall clock read 9:30. Late but not too late.

The sound of a car engine stopping outside the gate startled him. He walked to the window and gently pulled the curtain aside, opening it just enough to observe the yard below without being detected.

The gate light just shone down on the shiny sports car parked in front of the house.

Lang Y Nhien stood outside, leaning against the car door, her face still holding a sweet, bright smile, her long hair gently falling over her shoulders, her long, bare legs peeking out from under her sexy short skirt, causing the young man standing opposite to constantly lick his lips.

That guy — probably her boyfriend — bent down and whispered something, then suddenly wrapped his arms around Y Nhien’s waist, his other hand slid down, not at all polite, and squeezed her butt clearly.

“Kiss…”

A long, deep, and sticky kiss on the lips — the kind of kiss you usually only see after fucking.

Lang Phong stood frozen behind the curtain.

Hand gripped the window ledge.

This little girl’s ass… just this afternoon she was riding him, clamping his penis as if sucking every drop of semen, her mouth still moaning, wanting to shoot deep into his uterus… now it was being squeezed and touched by another guy as if it were her own.

The two kissed for a long time before slowly separating. Y Nhien giggled, lightly patted the guy’s chest, then turned around, her short skirt fluttering with each step as if she was deliberately giving the guy one last look.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and let it out. The atmosphere in the room seemed to be oppressed by something unknown.

He felt a little annoyed, even though he found it funny.

Come to think of it… who was the one interfering?

Y Nhien has a lover, has a boyfriend, and probably slept with a few other guys — it has nothing to do with him. If anyone is the “third person”, it should be him.

He chuckled, but his laugh was so hoarse that his voice was hoarse.

“What a slutty girl…” – he muttered, his eyes still not leaving Y Nhien’s figure walking up the steps, her hand brushing her hair, her face radiant as if she had never been fucked dry of semen that afternoon.

It was only this afternoon — she knelt down and sucked him all the way to the base, then sat on the giant penis and bounced like crazy, her uterus still jerking to prepare for when he shot all the way inside. Now what? Go kiss your lover, let him squeeze your ass, maybe even prepare to go to bed again…

“This little girl… is it true that her stomach is not filled with enough semen that she is not satisfied yet?” – Lang Phong hissed softly through his teeth.

His cock in his pants twitched slightly again — not because of jealousy, but because of that image — her plump ass being squeezed right in front of him, while inside her body… there was probably still some of his semen that hadn’t had time to leak out yet.

The feeling was both humiliating and exciting, and made his blood boil strangely.

“Damn… maybe I have to fuck him again, to make him remember who is the one filling his womb…” – he said softly, his eyes still looking through the curtain.

…

Thinking so, he turned off the light and went to sleep.

Lang Phong buried his face in the pillow, his soft breathing gradually fading into the silence of the dark room. He had just experienced a “too eventful” first day, his young body was drained for nearly half an hour by his lustful cousin Y Nhien, his vitality was depleted, his mind was also tired.

Thinking about the scene where the girl had just left his room and got in the car to kiss her boyfriend until his face was wet, he could only shake his head and laugh bitterly, then pull the blanket and coax himself to sleep.

Across the hallway, another room still had a dim yellow light shining through the curtains…

Lang Tuyet lay on her side on the bed, the thin silk nightgown clinging to her milky white skin. The light penetrated through the almost transparent fabric, clearly reflecting every curve of a woman in her prime — her plump breasts clearly showing the two erect nipples, her slim waist, and her soft, curvaceous buttocks peeking out from under her loose dress, making her even more alluring.

However, her eyes at this moment were full of dissatisfaction.

She gently turned to her husband, her voice coquettish, whispering honey into his ear:

“Bro… it’s been a whole month… without doing anything, I can’t stand it anymore. Let’s do something~?”

Her hand slipped inside his shirt, gently caressed his chest, pulled down slightly, her fingertips grazed the waistband of his pants as if exploring. But in response… she only got a lazy sigh and a hoarse grumble:

“I’m really tired at work today… another day, honey…”

As he spoke, he turned to the other side, his back facing her, pulled the blanket over his head, and… just a few seconds later, a steady snoring sound rang out like a drum in her ears.

Lang Tuyet glared.

“Fuck…so fast…” – she hissed softly.

She lay there, her eyes fixed on her husband’s back as if it was burning. His whole body was on fire, yet he slept soundly as if nothing had happened!

I don’t know what work stress he’s been having lately, but it’s been almost a month since he’s fucked her. Every time he suggests it, he uses the excuse of being tired. How could a woman like her — plump, fulfilled, with blood flowing like a river — stand such persistent neglect?

She exhaled, turned over, and tried to sleep, but she couldn’t.

Her entire body felt like it was on fire, every inch of skin burning hot. Her thighs were tightly closed, but down below… her pussy had begun to ooze moisture. She closed her eyes, her hand gently slipped inside her skirt, gently rubbing her lower abdomen, then down… the crack between her legs had softened like water.

Slender fingers gently parted the soft pubic hair, slid to the wet labia, and gently pressed inside. A stream of slippery nectar flowed out.

“Mmm…” – she breathed softly, her throat choking with pleasure.

The other hand was not idle, kneading her breasts, making circles around the nipples that were swelling with stimulation. However… the more she caressed them, the more she felt deprived.

Not enough… not enough…

A finger could not replace that big, hot feeling… that she had accidentally touched this afternoon…

Lang Phong.

The boy she used to bathe and wipe when he was little… was now grown up. No, not just grown up — he had grown up in an extraordinary way.

Today, when she accidentally hugged it to her chest — the moment her chest lightly touched it, she clearly felt a large, long, hard mass of flesh standing upright between his lower body. Just touching it outside of his pants… and she felt her whole body numb. Her vagina spasmed reflexively, her nipples became hot, her heart was beating like a drum in her chest.

But that… isn’t the normal kind.

Even though she had bathed it when it was little, and vaguely remembered that when it was twelve years old it was already bigger than an adult … but now… just touching it made her shiver.

“That… must be more than 5 centimeters in circumference, and long… oh my god… must be more than nineteen centimeters…” – she groaned silently, her legs twisting on the bed, her mind spinning between dream and reality.

That cock… is enough to make her pussy explode… enough to make a woman like her moan and beg to be penetrated deeper…

Thinking of that, her finger hooked deep into her vagina, but after a few strokes, she felt powerless. Not enough, impossible… she needed something bigger, hotter… something that could truly satisfy her!

“His father… that kid… if he crawls into my bed tonight…” – that thought suddenly flashed through her mind, making her blush, but… she couldn’t get rid of it.

That giant cock… was just a few steps away from her in the hallway.

If he groped over, if he pulled her back, if he pressed that hot thing against the edge of her pussy, thrusting it deep to the very end…

“Um… no… no… that’s my nephew…” – she muttered, but her voice trembled with excitement.

However, her body completely betrayed her.

Her pussy spasmed continuously, as if calling for that thing to fill it. Her legs were wrapped around each other, squeezing her hand tightly as if trying to simulate the feeling of being penetrated.

“Mmm… that cock… so big… so big that my uterus would shake if it was really penetrated…” – she closed her eyes, her hand digging harder, but the feeling only made her go crazy with need.

Chest heaving, breathing rapid, plump body lying on side, sweating lightly in the not-so-hot weather.

A woman like her, starved for nearly a month, and then provoked by a young man with a monster-sized penis… how could she sleep peacefully?

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the writhing body in the nightgown drenched in sweat and vaginal fluid.

…

In the quiet of the night, the only sound left was the chirping of insects coming from the backyard.

In the room, the pale yellow light of the night lamp shone through the thin curtains, covering the naked body of Lang Phong who was sleeping on his side, his hand resting loosely on his stomach, his huge penis lying quietly between his thighs like a ferocious beast temporarily hibernating.

“Clack…”

The door opened slightly, he had obviously locked it… and yet — a small figure sneaked in, her movements very light, as if she had been used to it for a long time. Her bare feet lightly touched the wooden floor, making no sound. The girl was wearing a thin lace nightgown, with two off-the-shoulder straps, and below was just a thin pair of panties, her soft, round buttocks swaying slightly with each breath.

Although Lang Phong was still in a daze, his young subconscious still reacted. He felt that something was wrong, but his body was still heavy, unable to move, as if his entire body was being pressed down by something vague.

“Damn… Y Nhien?” — he cursed under his breath, even though his eyes were still closed.

The habit of sleeping naked is really counterproductive.

The figure slightly bent down, kneeling close to the edge of the bed, its eyes sparkling with lust. She slowly reached her hand under the blanket, her soft fingers gliding across her thigh, groping upwards — and then touching…

“Um…”

His Yang root!

The huge, hot object that had been lying still for a while now began to twitch in response. The small finger gently stroked along its length, slowly exploring each vein, each round notch, each hard fold. Her breathing became heavier, her cheeks flushed in the darkness, as if she was admiring a beautiful treasure.

Then she pulled the blanket down.

“Phew…”

His cock sprang up, thick and red, waving in the cold night air like a giant pillar forged with fire and lust. Just looking at it… would make any woman who had ever been penetrated tremble.

And she — bent down again, stuck out her soft, wet tongue, and licked from base to tip.

“Kiss…”

A soft sound rang out, like the sound of kissing a devil’s body. Her tongue was wet and warm, sliding along the thick flesh groove, then wrapping around the slippery head of the penis. The liquid from the tip of the penis had begun to leak out, salty and sweet, driving her even crazier.

Lang Phong clearly felt the shivers spreading from his penis to his spine.

“Y Nhien again…? Is this little demon not full yet…? It’s been less than 5 hours since she finished feeding last night…” – he gritted his teeth in his heart, trying to open his eyes but his eyelids were as heavy as rocks.

But… wait…

This tongue…

“Um… this way of licking… why is it… different from this afternoon?”

It was gentler, slower, a bit clumsy, like someone trying to suck a penis for the first time in his life. Unlike the way Y Nhien had frantically swirled her tongue around this afternoon, sucking deep into his throat.

He frowned.

The little shadow was still licking along the shaft, occasionally sucking lightly on the tip, then using both hands to gently lift the two sides of the shaft as if lifting a glass of fine wine, eyes closed, each breath of hers smelled of shower gel and young girl’s sweat.

Lang Phong was still in a daze, his mind drifting as if he was drowning in a dark dream. His whole body felt like it was being pressed down by an invisible heavy blanket, his eyelids were heavy, unable to open.

The only distinct feeling… is the lower part.

A hot, soft, wet mouth was wrapping around his penis. The tip of the tongue was like a small snake, licking around the head, then slithering along the shaft, making every blood vessel on his penis feel like it was about to explode.

“Um…”

Soft moan. Light as the wind.

Her tongue was not in a hurry, not rushed, but caressed, sucked tightly, then slowly played around the shaft as if enjoying a rare pleasure.

Lang Phong gritted his teeth in his mind. “That damned Y Nhien… is she still groping around…”

But… not the same.

Not at all.

This tongue was lighter, softer, and sucked more shyly… as if it was not used to sucking and licking such a huge penis. There was no familiar flirtatiousness or lewdness of the afternoon goblin.

He felt confused. His body still couldn’t move, his eyelids were only slightly open, but the darkness in the room was too deep, he could only vaguely see a figure crawling up.

She gently moved up, not taking her hands off his erect penis, then… sat on him.

Her soft breasts pressed against his chest. Her breath on his neck, lightly smelling of freshly washed hair, mixed with a refreshing scent, very different from Y Nhien’s sweet fruity perfume.

“Um…”

Her hand gently squeezed his penis, the glistening head pressed against a very moist… very hot… place.

Those soft lips had already parted, embracing the tip of his penis, like young flower petals opening and closing in the middle of the night, trembling at the touch. However… she did not dare to sit down.

Just like that.

She put her hands on his chest, her body trembling slightly, fidgeting as if she wanted to but hesitated, her thighs pressed against his hips, her breathing becoming rapid.

Little by little… the other side of the hole opened up, welcoming the glans as if challenging itself.

Five minutes.

Five tense minutes passed, while his cock was tightly clamped between her trembling, warm, and contracting lips. Then — she let out a soft sigh, like someone who had just made up her mind.

And she… sat down.

“U-um…”

A sweet moan like silk burst from her throat. Her flower lips were split open, each inch of his cock slowly slid in, penetrating deep, as thick as a hot wooden stake, inserted into the softest part of the young girl.

Lang Phong groaned softly unconsciously. Tight. Very tight.

Her pussy was so tight it was frightening, enveloping him like a hot, wet mouth squeezing. With each step he entered, he felt like he was being swallowed, squeezed until he couldn’t breathe.

“Um… um… Phong…”

It was the first time he heard her voice so clearly. Gentle, full of love, trembling… but also… as if it had been so familiar.

Then… in a moment — the moonlight outside was suddenly blown open by the wind.

The light poured in, covering her cheeks — which were sweaty and red with excitement.

Lang Phong was startled.

Eyes wide open, heart stopped beating.

The woman was riding him, her womb buried deep in his cock…

Not Y Nhien.

It’s not Lang Van either.

It’s his aunt – Lang Tuyet!

Lang Tuyet’s eyes trembled slightly when she saw him open his eyes, while his burning hot penis was still being swallowed by her vagina to the root.

The moonlight outside the window quietly spread over the white body pressing against him, making her skin appear even more translucent like mist. She lowered her head, her soft breasts pressed against his chest, then whispered in his ear, her voice melting into the night:

“Fuck… me ~”

Her breath by his ear was wet like boiling water, and her lewd, coquettish voice made Lang Phong’s whole body tense as if it was about to explode.

Without saying a word, he reached out and hugged her waist, his cock still deep inside her pussy, then instinctively turned around — changing from riding to pressing down, her body was pressed down on the soft mattress, her breasts pressed against his chest, shaking from the sudden pressure.

Lang Tuyet gasped, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her eyes sparkling in the darkness as she looked at him tremblingly:

“Your… cock… is so big… take it slow, okay ~?”

He didn’t answer, just nodded slightly, then slowly thrust his hips.

“Um…”

It was just a light push, but the fist-sized glans rubbed against every fold of soft flesh inside, pushing deeper and deeper. The penis was like a red-hot iron rod being pushed deeper into the wet cave—each vaginal ring convulsively wrapped around and sucked tightly into every inch of flesh.

Lang Tuyet gasped, her whole body trembling as she clearly felt the hot tip gently rubbing her innermost flower.

“Mm~ yours… is so big… mmm… it reaches all the way inside…!”

Her voice broke, sobbing, her hands clutching his back as if afraid of being torn in two by that giant thing.

Lang Phong still kept a slow pace, each thrust was steady but decisive — his penis slid out halfway then thrust deep in again, thick, rough, burning hot as if wanting to burn all the flesh inside the secret hole.

Her vagina contracted repeatedly, as if sucking him in bit by bit, nectar flowed out, wetting the base of his penis, sticking her thighs together, emitting wet, seductive sounds.

“Mm… just like that… that’s right… mm ~ mm… so full… so good…”

She arched her back, her head tilted back, her long hair flowing like a willow canopy. Her face was red, her eyes filled with lust, her legs still not leaving his hips, tightly gripping as if afraid of losing the pleasure that was rising wave after wave.

With each deep thrust, her lower abdomen rose, her uterus was touched to the very end, causing her whole body to tremble with pleasure.

Lang Phong took a deep breath, his bloodshot eyes looked down at his aunt’s body — the experienced woman’s full body was now being pressed down by him, his cock was penetrating deep into her flower core, moaning and begging for more.

In his heart there was only one clear echo:

“This… is just the beginning…”

His penis was still slowly entering and exiting the wet vagina when Lang Tuyet suddenly reached out and pulled him down, her lips finding his as if she had waited her whole life.

Lips pressed against lips, tongues entwined, the kiss was deep and suffocating, so wet that vaginal fluid flowed from the corners of their mouths, mixed with sweat and body odor, making both of them seem to be immersed in their own world.

The two bodies stuck together, skin rubbing against skin, sweat mixing together — as if melting into each other, there were no longer any boundaries between aunt and niece, only the primal desire surging in every squeeze, every thrust.

The sound of “slurp… kiss… kiss…” echoed in the middle of the kiss that lasted forever.

“Mm… um… feels so good, Lang Phong…” – she whispered while her lips were still rubbing against his, her eyes half open like sleepwalking, “Give me more… don’t stop… more ~”

Lang Phong did not need to be told twice.

His firm ass began to clench, then move—the speed gradually increasing, beat by beat, like a pounding song leading to climax. His long and thick cock began to thrust faster, deeper, each thrust causing her lower abdomen to heave, her vagina being penetrated to the point of suffocation, tightly squeezing him as if not wanting to let go.

“Mm… mm… ah… ah… faster… deeper…!” – she moaned urgently, her whole body trembling, bile flowing out continuously.

Every time he thrust hard, she gasped, her hands pointing down, her fingertips lightly touching her lower abdomen which was swelling up with each thrust from inside.

She pursed her lips, then suddenly smiled — a smile both charming and lascivious, her eyes sparkling as if drunk.

“Mmm… it’s all the way here… almost to my belly button… baby… it’s so big… so long… it feels so good…”

Her fingertips pressed lightly against her abdomen—there, his cock was penetrating, rising inch by inch like a hard tumor rising under the smooth skin.

He watched — lust burning, his hips thrusting hard, causing the entire thick length to penetrate all the way into her vagina.

“Ah… aaaa…! I’m dying… all the way to my uterus… ah…!”

Her pussy contracted crazily, welcoming each deep thrust as if it was responding with all its might. Her vaginal fluid flowed out with each thrust, soaking both thighs, the sound of flesh slapping flesh resounded as if breaking all limits.

His aunt—the woman who had taken care of him as a child—was now arching her back, moaning, begging him to thrust deeper, to cum more… like a lustful goblin completely undone by his cock.

Lang Tuyet trembled under him, her breathing was ragged, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at him passionately as if she was looking at the only man she wanted in her life.

Her voice was hoarse from moaning, but still lustfully coaxing, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her red lips close to his ear as she whispered:

“I want to have a child with you… shoot… I want a son…”

Those words were like a stab to his veins.

The madness in Lang Phong’s veins immediately exploded. He growled softly, squeezed her waist tighter, and then began to pound.

“Slap! Slap! Slap!”

The huge thing pulled out halfway and then slammed straight in like a sledgehammer. With each thrust, her lower abdomen was visibly lifted, every inch of skin in her lower abdomen stretched as if it was about to crack under the pressure. Nectar splattered everywhere, gushing out with each crazy thrust, wetting the bed sheet, sticking to his thighs and her stomach.

The penis seemed to want to penetrate the vaginal wall, hitting straight into the cervix with each brutal thrust.

“Ah… ah… aaaaa! Lang Phong… I’m dying… so good… so good…!”

Lang Tuyet screamed like crazy. Her whole body could no longer support her, her two hands tightly gripped his back, scratching until blood was drawn without letting go. His two legs were spread wide open, her entire soft body seemed to be hanging on him, struggling nonstop every time the thick, thick thing penetrated as deep as possible.

Lang Phong kept thrusting for ten minutes straight, each stroke seemed to be like releasing all of his youthful strength, all of his instincts compressed into that giant thing. His breathing was rapid, sweat poured out like a shower, his eyes were red like a wild beast.

“You want a son, right? Then… take it all…!”

He gritted his teeth, then tensed up and gave the final push — his cock jerked violently, the tip pressed against the bottom of her cervix, then…

“Ugh… aaaa…!”

The entire semen gushed out like a fountain.

The thick, hot white stream shot deep into her womb, each wave rushing like a dam breaking, as if wanting to pump it to the limit. His penis was still deeply inserted, jerking strongly, each contraction was a new stream of thick semen poured in, making her lower abdomen swell with fullness.

“Ugh… aaahh… so warm… hot… in my stomach… it’s flowing… flowing out…”

Lang Tuyet moaned in insane pleasure, her whole body convulsing as if being electrocuted. Her vagina clenched the giant penis in a sky-high orgasm, the vaginal fluid and the cloudy white semen mixed together into a thick mixture that flowed out of her vagina, running down her butt crack.

The two hugged each other tightly, sticking together as if there was no space between their skin, their breaths mingling.

Lang Phong was still deeply embedded in her, his huge penis jerking gently as if it didn’t want to stop.

But Lang Tuyet, even though her uterus had just been filled with sperm, still refused to let go of him. She laughed in her panting breath, her voice hazy as if drunk:

“Not enough… shoot more… your cum… must fill me up… all night…”

Ling Feng’s strong penis was still deeply embedded in Ling Xue’s soft pussy, not pulling out, nor stopping. He kept the same position, only slowly thrusting, but continuously pumping semen deep into Ling Xue’s uterus.

He also did not expect himself to be so full. He had clearly just ejaculated once, but not only did it not soften, it became even harder, as if it had been strengthened. The thick semen continued to flow, each hot stream seemed to want to flood the beauty’s womb.

Lang Phong was a little stunned. His physique… had become stronger? Or was it the act of fucking the beauty, pumping his sperm into her body without stopping, that made him not tired at all but more and more full?

The thought only flashed and was then dispelled, because before his eyes was a stunning beauty moaning in satisfaction in his arms, her eyes infatuated, her body writhing, her two hands tightly gripping his hips as if afraid he would stop.

“No… don’t pull out…” Lang Tuyet whispered, her voice urgent between her rapid breaths. “If I pull out… all the semen will flow out… it’s a waste… I have to keep it inside, let it flow in deeper… that’s enough…”

Those innocent, longing words were like adding fuel to the fire burning in Lang Phong’s stomach. He looked at her beautiful face that was flushed with pleasure, and heard her inviting words, how could he hold back?

“Do you want to be filled that much?” He leaned down and whispered into her ear, his tongue lightly licking her small earlobe. “Is there still room in your uterus?”

“Mm… still… deeper… please don’t stop…” Lang Tuyet moaned softly, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pressing his thick penis in as deep as possible.

Lang Phong groaned softly, his hips moving, his thrusts gradually becoming faster, stronger, and deeper. His hot cock began to thrust deeply again, as if wanting to stir up the beauty’s womb to the core.

With each thrust, the sound of bodies colliding echoed in the room, Lang Tuyet’s sweet moans mixed with the wet sound of her pussy, creating a captivating symphony of love.

With each pull out and thrust in, another wave of thick semen gushed out, seeping into every fold of her contracting pussy, each hot stream seemed to burn every cell inside her.

Lang Tuyet could only hug him tightly, her soft body shaking with each thrust, her uterus convulsing to absorb every drop of precious semen, longing to be filled to the fullest.

…

The sound of morning birds chirping filtered through the half-open window, dim light shining on two naked bodies entangled with each other under the bed sheets wet with the smell of semen and honey.

Lang Phong was still sleepy, his head lightly buried on Aunt Lang Tuyet’s plump breasts, and his hot penis was still inserted in her vagina, not pulling out even half an inch.

That huge member, after a night of crazy torment, still did not soften. On the contrary — at this moment, like a living creature, it was twitching rhythmically inside her body, as if even though he was asleep, that member was still instinctively continuing to mate.

From outside the room, suddenly a loud call rang out:

“Phong! Are you awake? We’re going to the supermarket together today. Wake up early!”

Lang Phong jumped, his eyes wide open. His heart was pounding like a drum. Ha Hung…!?

His eyes scanned the room, then looked down — his body and Aunt Lang Tuyet’s were still naked and pressed together. His cock… was still buried in her pussy, all the way to the base!

“Damn!” – he hissed, intending to get up and pull out.

But before he could do anything, her long, smooth, white legs tightened around his waist.

“Whist…”

Her voice whispered in his ear, carrying a gentle yet lewd breath:

“I locked the door ~ he won’t know…”

Her eyes opened, sparkling as if covered with a layer of opaque water from satisfaction, her mouth slightly curved, deadly seductive.

Lang Phong stood there dead.

The light of day made everything in the room suddenly a hundred times clearer than last night — and for the first time, he saw clearly…

Aunt Lang Tuyet’s body.

She lay on her side, her sheer lace nightgown hanging down to her hips, revealing her smooth waist and her round, white buttocks that had just been pounded until they were red and swollen. The sunlight shone on her skin—white to the point of glowing, yet carrying a seasoned allure, causing his entire body to tremble.

Her breasts… were not only large, but also fuller and more plump than Y Nhien’s. Her nipples were dark, firm, and erect, as if they still had the aftertaste of last night’s long intercourse. Her skin was smooth and flawless, and when he gently stroked her hips, he could still feel the firmness and softness like silk.

Yesterday it was dark, he could only feel it with his touch. Now he saw it with his own eyes — the lust in his body was raging like oil fire.

But more special than that… is where two bodies connect.

Her pussy—red and swollen, still swallowing his cock. The lips of her pussy were stretched wide open, swollen from the enormous penis still buried deep inside. White fluid overflowed from the place of intercourse, flowing in a wet streak down the crack of her ass, mixed with the strong scent of the man’s semen, filling the air.

Ling Feng only looked for a few seconds — his erection jerked violently.

“Um…!” – Lang Tuyet moaned softly, biting her lower lip.

His penis — after a long night, was now even more terrifying. Still inside her, it had not softened. Instead, it was getting hard again, as if it had been infused with blood and vitality from the full female body that was wrapped around him.

The feeling of the fist-sized glans jerking in her uterus made Lang Tuyet shiver.

She gasped, her arms wrapped around his neck, arching her body as if trying to push her waist closer to his penis:

“Ugh… your dick… is getting bigger again…”

Her voice was as soft as the wind, but carried something that made his lower abdomen burn.

Lang Phong swallowed hard. His cock now… seemed like it wanted to burst open her vagina again.

That red-hot iron pillar—clamped in the soft, wet womb all night—was now as stiff as if it had never ejaculated a drop.

He looked down at her, his eyes no longer restrained.

Seeing him silent, Lang Tuyet suddenly smiled — a smile that made him not know if he was facing an angel or a slut.

She lifted her hips slightly, her red lips slightly opened:

“I haven’t said good morning yet, auntie… or are you planning on… saying good morning with that?”

Lang Phong swallowed hard, his eyes slightly hesitant. The burning sensation in his lower abdomen seemed to want to burn away all reason, but he still felt a bit afraid.

“Auntie… or… we should… split up. If the family finds out… it’ll be bad…”

He tried to whisper, his voice trembling slightly as if he was struggling to escape from a trance. His penis was still being swallowed by her vagina, tight and hot. Just a small movement… and that giant thing would be rubbed, stimulated to the point of madness.

Lang Tuyet did not answer immediately. She smiled gently, her soft hand reached up to gently stroke his cheek like coaxing a naughty child, then suddenly — she shook her hips slightly.

“Ugh…!”

Lang Phong jerked his whole body.

His entire shaft—still buried inside her pussy—was constantly pressed against her as she gently moved her hips, pressing each thrust against his groin, as if she was riding him lightly without pulling out. The feeling… almost made him moan.

The head of his penis was tightly sucked into her womb, each movement of his hips was a rotation in that hot layer of flesh. Her vagina… was like a soft, wet leech, pulling out every inch of flesh, forcing him to surrender.

“Um…!” – Lang Phong hissed softly through his teeth.

Oh no… he’s about to…

Before I could react…

“Slap!”

A deeper thrust caused the large head to be pressed firmly against the bottom of her womb.

“Um… oh no…” – he gasped – “Can’t… hold it in anymore…”

His Yang root jerked violently, then—

“Poof!”

The hot semen shot out in torrents, gushing straight into the contracting vagina. Wave after wave — like an uncontrollable fountain. The thick white stream of semen shot deep into the uterus, filling it to the very core.

Lang Tuyet arched her back, eyes half-closed, her whole body trembling with pleasure from the overflowing semen. She lightly bit her lower lip, her hand still caressing his cheek, then suddenly pulled his head down…

“Kiss me…”

That whisper was like a spell.

Instantly—her lips covered his. A deep, wet, frantic kiss, lips on lips, tongues twisting as if they were not just two people but two flames burning each other’s entire bodies.

“Um… love you… I love you so much…”

Her voice broke in the kiss. Her white legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her hands hugged his neck as if she didn’t want to let go.

“Give me a little more… then I can go down with him…”

Lang Phong has no way back.

His whole body tightened, his two hands reaching behind to support her soft bare back. His ass clenched, his cock still ejaculating inside… suddenly became harder, a little bigger.

“Okay… if you want… then I will give it…”

He whispered, then began — clicking.

The first beat… deep.

“Like…!”

Lang Tuyet moaned in his mouth, her tongue slightly twitching.

The second stroke… was stronger, sliding down the vaginal wall, slamming into the semen-filled uterus.

Third beat… fourth…

His cock began to continuously move in and out, like a snakehead fish swimming in her honey hole—wet, slippery, but suffocatingly tight. Her vagina did not loosen up at all, on the contrary, it seemed to be sucking, sucking tightly, craving the second stream of his semen even before the first had time to be withdrawn.

“Um… Phong… you fuck so well… don’t stop… don’t stop…!”

Lang Tuyet moaned, her legs wrapped around him even tighter, the red edges of her pussy clearly visible from each time the large penis was pulled out and stuffed in, each thrust caused a white liquid to flow back up, forming a stream down her ass crack and onto the bed sheet.

“Slap! Slap! Slap!”

The sound of smacking echoed between the kisses that had not ended. Their breaths seemed to blend together, their hearts were beating erratically, and their manhood was pumping wildly like a snakehead fish in a lake of honey.

And then — Lang Phong bit her lower lip lightly, his hips tightened, his cock jerked.

“Ugh…!”

The second time — he shot again.

Thick semen continued to pour in, filling her convulsing uterus. Her whole body arched, moaning in ecstasy.

He pulled out a little, but the white semen still flowed back along the edge of her pussy, wetting her thighs, dripping onto the wooden floor.

She hugged him tightly, her eyes misty.

“You can pull out later… but for now, leave it in there… let it flow deeper into my belly…”

Lang Phong smiled.

This damn morning… might be even more tiring than last night.

…

It was only after a while, when Lang Tuyet’s whole body was limp in his hands like a gentle stream, that Lang Phong managed to get up and slowly pull his penis out of her vagina.

“Kiss…”

A wet sound echoed in the quiet space.

A thick stream of semen flowed out from her still slightly twitching pussy, leaving a white streak along the crack of her round ass. His cock, having just withdrawn, immediately wriggled in the air like a wild beast that had just escaped its nest, red and tight, each blue vein clearly visible under the thin layer of skin.

He sat up, his breathing still ragged.

Beside him, Lang Tuyet slowly turned over. Her naked body was covered with traces of love, but she was not embarrassed at all. On the contrary — her sparkling eyes glanced at him, her lips curved into an ambiguous smile, then she calmly stepped out of bed, without any hesitation.

The morning light shone through the curtains, casting a soft, dewy glow on her skin, making every curve stand out clearly. Her round butt shook slightly with each step, the back of her thighs still dripping with vaginal fluid, but she acted as if she didn’t notice — as if that body dripping with semen was still a proper, dignified woman.

She stood in front of the dressing table, leisurely gathering her long, messy hair, then slowly tying it up. In Lang Phong’s eyes, that gesture was nothing more than a deliberate seduction ritual — the more he watched, the more he wanted to bury his head in the back of her neck and fuck her from behind, like a hungry wild beast.

Lang Tuyet reached out to grab the white nightgown hanging on the chair and lightly draped it over her shoulders.

The thin silk fabric hugged her curved back, then fell down like a mist, covering half of her body — covering a bit of skin, but not the mature slutty aura that emanated from every curve of her waist, every graceful step.

Lang Phong swallowed.

Blood rushed to my groin.

His cock—which had just shot out a hot glob of semen—was now slowly erecting again. For no reason. Without any stimulation. Just looking at the way she tied her hair, looking at her ass swaying under that thin shirt… made him want to push her down on the dressing table and thrust into her.

The huge penis was already stiff, the head was swollen and red, shiny with a layer of lubricant that had just been “washed” inside her body.

Lang Tuyet turned around slightly, her eyes met his — then her lips curved into a smile, as if she knew clearly what was going on in his pants.

“So cute…”

A gentle sentence not said out loud, but clearly shown in the sparkling smiling eyes.

Lang Phong bit his teeth lightly.

He really wanted to fuck her again, this time from behind, standing right next to the window, letting the light shine directly on the place where his cock was thrust deep between her buttocks…

“Damned…”

He hissed softly, as if scolding himself. Then — he turned around, grabbed his clothes that were thrown on the floor, and dressed quickly with an awkward urgency that was unlike anyone else’s.

Just a few minutes later — he ran out of the room as if running from fire.

Behind him, Lang Tuyet was still standing there, her cloak hanging loosely around her hips, her hand lifting the glass of warm water to her lips, sipping it, her eyes full of meaning as she watched his figure disappear behind the stairs.

A very small smile, but full of satisfaction:

“My son… is so cute…”

…

At this time, downstairs, Lang Phong was already waiting, his face appeared calm but his heart was still filled with the lingering chaos from the terrifying sex this morning.

Even though his penis in his pants had been buried in Aunt Tuyet’s pussy all night, it still hadn’t completely deflated, as if it was still lingering in that womb — soft, wet, tight, sucking every drop of semen as if wanting to squeeze him dry to the last cell.

Ha Hung walked out of the room, his face still calm as usual, not knowing anything.

He thought his wife was waking up early to go to the market or go to the park for morning exercise as usual . Who would have thought that… the woman he still called his “beloved wife” — from last night until dawn — was being held down on the bed by his nephew standing in front of him, tormenting him to the point of madness.

Insert and pull out. Pull out and thrust in again. Each thrust seems to pierce the bottom of the uterus.

Lang Phong unconsciously took a deep breath, trying to swallow the burning memory down to the bottom of his throat, keeping his face calm as if nothing had happened. He even… smiled, lowered his head and asked softly:

“Shall we go, boy?”

Ha Hung nodded, adjusting his collar:

“Wait for Y Nhien to come down.”

Lang Phong was slightly stunned, his eyebrows slightly furrowed:

“Y Nhien… is going too?”

“Yes,” — Hung nodded, his gentle smile not knowing if he was deaf or not afraid of guns — “She said she went along to buy more things for her brother who just came back. She is very thoughtful, like her mother, always worrying about the people in the family.”

Lang Phong smiled wryly. At this moment, only one sentence appeared in his mind: “Thoughtful… well, very thoughtful, especially in… taking care of the penis…”

He squeezed his hand lightly, and his cock in his pants jerked slightly again — a slight contraction in his body as if recalling the feeling of her lips sucking him deeply, her tongue swirling around the head, then riding him and squirming nonstop, her uterus continuously contracting to squeeze every drop of semen from the shaft of flesh that was thrusting to the bottom.

“So thoughtful… one more night and I would have died…”

The second floor door suddenly opened. Lang Phong looked up.

Y Nhien walked down the stairs, her heels clicking lightly on the stairs. She was still wearing her signature short skirt, but today she had added a tight white t-shirt and a thin beige wool cardigan over it, and a round painter’s beret on her head. Her whole body exuded a delicate yet enchanting beauty.

Although the skirt was not too short to reveal what was inside, the way it hugged her buttocks, then flared out slightly below, made every step a visual treat. That butt was carefully wrapped, both provocative and discreet — just the kind that made men want to look at it… and peel it off.

She saw two people waiting, so she walked over, smiling like the morning sun, her eyes curved, her pink lips pursed.

“Let’s go, Dad!”

Having finished speaking, without asking anything, she wrapped her arms around Lang Phong’s arm, her chest gently pressing against his biceps — her full breasts bouncing lightly through his t-shirt as if intentionally rubbing.

Lang Phong was slightly startled, but did not dare to show it. He just swallowed hard and glanced at Ha Hung. He still smiled and nodded, without any doubt.

“Let’s go.”

Lang Phong nodded slightly, but in his mind he was screaming: “If you knew your daughter had just sucked your grandson… then straddled him like a horse, moaning and calling ‘honey, cum inside me’ — would you still dare let her hold your arms like this…?”

Y Nhien still smiled brightly, pressed close to him as if nothing had happened, her breath gently smelling of shampoo still lingering with the scent of semen and vaginal fluid from early morning.

Lang Phong hissed softly in his heart: “This little girl… is truly a demon disguised as an angel…”

…

A moment later, the car arrived. It was a shiny black and silver Rolls-Royce—long body, high chassis, and shiny metallic edges that looked like they were made of jade. The car’s appearance was majestic, its design luxurious—the typical style of the Dragon God Empire’s noble class.

Lang Phong glanced and just nodded slightly in his heart. Not too surprised.

The Ling and Xia families were among the ten great families that ruled the country, with illustrious reputations, boundless wealth, and power that spanned the entire continent. This type of car… was indeed luxurious, but he had a few at home, but his parents lived a modest life and did not favor luxury, so they had never shown off or used it to show off.

Everything is available, just not needed.

Ha Hung quickly walked to the front passenger seat, opened the door, turned and said:

“Get in, the back seat is comfortable for both of you.”

Ling Feng nodded and pulled the door open. Inside was a private business class cabin — soundproof and vision-proof glass, imported leather seats, and a light scent of wood and mint. As soon as the door closed, the car immediately rolled smoothly as if gliding on velvet.

Just as he was about to lean back and relax, a soft force suddenly pushed him from the side. Y Nhien crawled in and sat close, without any courtesy, wrapping her arms around his neck like a long-time lover.

“Um… let me sit inside ~”

Before he could react, she was already sitting on his lap. Her whole body was pressed against his, her chest pressed against his chest, her round butt pressed against his lower body, the scent of her hair wafting past, making his hot blood boil uncontrollably.

“Are you mad at me?” – she pouted, her hands caressing his cheeks as soft as velvet, her mouth as sweet as sugar, her butt gently wriggling, rubbing against his burning middle.

Lang Phong was startled, his eyes quickly darted forward — the windshield was still there, luckily it was really soundproof. Ha Hung sat leisurely in the passenger seat, unaware of anything.

“What are you doing? Get down, don’t joke like this…”

Not only did Y Nhien not get off, she also tightened her hold on his waist, her face rubbing against his shoulder like a kitten:

“No~ Are you mad at me? Is it because I went out last night?”

Lang Phong sighed softly:

“I… wouldn’t dare be angry with you…”

Y Nhien heard that and giggled, her slender waist rubbed lightly against him, then she bent down and whispered:

“Yesterday, that guy and I only went out for dinner and a movie. He touched me a little, and then we kissed each other when we parted. You saw it, right? Hehe~ Are you jealous?”

She whispered the last sentence right next to his ear, her tongue gently licking the rim of his ear, making Lang Phong shiver, his penis in his pants twitching slightly.

“This little girl… really wants to kill someone…”

He tried to stay calm, his hand gently placed on her waist and pushed her gently:

“We should stop, Y Nhien. If your uncle or aunt finds out about this, it won’t be good.”

Y Nhien said nothing, just smiled innocently like an angel, then lowered her head and kissed his neck lightly.

“So what if I know?” – her voice became low, her eyes as deep as a whirlpool. “After all, I still have the surname Lang… not Ha.”

Lang Phong paused.

A lightbulb seemed to flash in his mind.

“Right…!”

Aunt Tuyet is his mother’s younger sister – once a child is born, the daughter will have the surname Lang – and will not follow a husband, because the Ha family has long recognized only sons to be recorded in the family tree.

Y Nhien and Lang Van — both girls, both with their mother’s last name — which means… they won’t inherit anything.

But last night — she kept insisting he shoot her… definitely to have a baby.

Not just because I love the feeling of hot sperm filling my womb… but…

“She wants to find a son! Bring the son into the Ha family bloodline!”

Lang Phong frowned slightly.

“Is it because… of the Ha family’s business?” – he thought to himself. “Aye… this aunt… is not only a little slut, but also has a brain… How scary…”

The Yang root in his pants seemed to have heard his plans at this moment — it immediately raised its head, hot and swollen. And Y Nhien’s butt was still sitting on top of it, gently wriggling as if teasing him.

She whispered:

“Don’t worry… if I get pregnant, I’ll take care of it myself. If not… just keep playing, okay?”

Her hand slid lightly down his stomach, her fingertips lightly stroking the edge of his belt.

Lang Phong gritted his teeth.

“It’s really a goblin…”

Y Nhien slightly sat up, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked at Lang Phong who was still bewildered.

She smiled softly, her red lips curved up seductively:

“I will prove to you… after you fucked me yesterday afternoon, I don’t want anyone else anymore…”

Having said that, she calmly lifted her skirt. The thin silk skirt was lifted high, revealing a pair of beautiful, golden lace panties. But with just one light tug — she lifted the entire layer of fabric to the side, revealing her wet, half-closed secret hole…

Lang Phong was startled. Between that red slit of her pussy — was a hard object being tightly clamped inside.

“Rubber sole?” — ​​he was stunned, his eyes widened slightly. A sex toy!

Y Nhien smiled lewdly, her slender fingers gently reached out to hold the base of the toy, and slowly pulled it out.

“Um… um…”

A wet sound rang out as the object was pulled out of her tight pussy. A large dildo slowly emerged—jet black, glistening with wetness, the tip still twitching slightly as it was squeezed by the contractions inside her.

Even though it was a huge size, Lang Phong only needed one glance to know — it was still far inferior to what was lying between his legs.

As soon as the dildo slid out of the vagina, a stream of clear vaginal fluid flowed out by inertia, followed by a few drops of milky white semen, left over from yesterday’s fucking.

Y Nhien licked her lips, tilted her head back and smiled softly:

“See~ there’s still… your semen… I kept it all night…”

She lifted the toy up, licked it lightly from base to tip as if teasing him, then suddenly threw it aside, her eyes flashing with undisguised addiction:

“Once I swallow your cock inside me… I won’t be interested in anyone else anymore…”

Her voice was as light as the wind brushing past his neck, but it was so hot that it made his blood boil.

“Yours… is really too big… too thick… to the point that my uterus is still shaking… hehe…”

She sat on his lap, pulling his hand to place between her wet thighs.

“If you don’t believe me… try it again now…”

Y Nhien smiled slyly, not letting him react any further, she bent down, quickly pulled down his zipper, the action was so familiar that it made Lang Phong stop for a breath.

“Slap!”

The panties were immediately pulled down, and the huge penis jumped out, wriggling in the air like a ferocious beast that had just been released from its cage. The shaft was thick and long, terrifyingly long, with every rough vein clearly visible under the light, the head of the penis was red and plump – where there was still some slippery vaginal fluid left from the morning when he fucked Aunt Lang Tuyet until it filled her womb.

Y Nhien licked her lips, her eyes lit up as if she had just seen a treasure.

“Still hot huh…” — she whispered, her small hand cupping the base of his penis, her fingers squeezing lightly, causing his penis to jerk threateningly.

Without hesitation, she gently bent her knees and slowly sat up.

“Kiss… kiss…”

The wet and soft pussy parted — the rosy red labia opened like a lewd flower, swallowing the fist-sized cockhead in one smooth thrust without any resistance. The huge penis thrust straight into her, burying it all the way in, the thick fleshy base hitting the soft crack of her ass, causing Y Nhien’s entire body to jerk in pleasure.

“Ugh…!”

She moaned, threw her head back and gasped, then suddenly bent down to hug his neck, lips to lips, giving him a deep, suffocating kiss, her tongue licking passionately as if wanting to pull his soul through her mouth.

“Um… ha… if that lousy boyfriend saw you fucking me like this…” – she moaned softly between kisses – “he would probably cry and bang his head against the wall… hehe ~”

Lang Phong shivered. There was a vague excitement in his heart, the feeling of taking possession of something that others could only dream of.

He was panting, his whole body was burning hot, his penis was still being squeezed tightly by her pussy, hot, contracted, so tight that every blood vessel was squeezed.

“This slutty little girl…” — he laughed bitterly in his heart. She had sucked him, had ridden him, and still dared to moan provocatively while his penis was buried deep inside her womb.

Really… he was helpless.

But at the same time — he wanted to tear her apart even more, fuck her to the point where she could only remember this cock.

The space inside the car was cramped, the back seat was covered in soft leather but still not enough for the two of them to indulge in wild sex like in bed.

So Y Nhien just sat on Lang Phong, her skirt lifted up to her waist, her bare butt tightly clamped around his hips and bounced up and down continuously.

Every time she slammed down, her vagina swallowed his huge, hot penis, his entire thick body was clamped down to the base, each contraction seemed to want to squeeze him dry right in the car.

“Mmm… ah… ah…”

She moaned softly, her lips pursed to hold back the sound.

Not daring to scream out loud. Not daring to let out the lustful moans like usual. Even though the car was soundproofed extremely well… but fucking right in my own car, with someone sitting in the front seat, it was still a feeling of suspense mixed with suffocating pleasure.

Her wet, slippery pussy contracted repeatedly, as if her vagina was made to encompass this iron pole. With each thrust, his glans reached its zenith, causing her lower abdomen to heave, her lower abdomen to bulge with each thrust of his penis.

“Um… this dick… is really… too big…”

Y Nhien bit her lips, her cheeks were red as if they were about to cry, her whole body was trembling but her waist was still moving, constantly rising and falling like a drug addict injecting herself.

Lang Phong had been holding back since morning — now being forced to sit like that by her, his penis being sucked so tightly by her pussy that he couldn’t breathe, how could he calm down?

He growled softly in his throat, his two hands slid up to her chest, grabbed her soft breasts through her thin shirt, and squeezed hard.

“Um… ah…!” — Y Nhien jumped, eyes wide open in surprise.

But she didn’t object. On the contrary — she giggled, leaned forward slightly, and hugged his head with both hands, burying his face between her round, full breasts.

The thin, soft silk fabric enveloped two throbbing, hot peaches. The scent of a young girl’s skin and the sweet scent of shower gel wafted around his nose, making his whole head spin in a whirl of lust.

Y Nhien leaned her lips close to his ear, breathing softly like a caressing wind, her voice coquettish and lewd:

“Brother ~ I love you the most ~!”

shrug

“Um… I like your dick so much… I like it so much…”

Shy. Shy.

“Mm… um… ah…!”

Every word she uttered was a technical ass pounding that caused his cock to be sucked, swallowed, and suffocated between the layers of soft, convulsing flesh in her vagina.

Wet slurping sounds rang out in waves, despite both of them trying to restrain themselves.

Only the rapid breathing, the hissing sounds mixed with the sinful sound of flesh slapping against each other “slap… slap…” echoed in the airtight compartment of the car.

A secret sex in broad daylight, in the middle of the car, separated by a wall from the adults .

The more taboo… the more it makes both of them go crazy with pleasure.

Just like that — the whole day, Lang Phong was tortured by Y Nhien in the car without rest.

Every time the car started moving, she would crawl over, unzip his pants, and pull out his hot cock as if it were her own. Even if it was just a short trip between shopping malls, or just waiting in the parking lot for a few minutes—she wouldn’t leave him alone, either sucking or straddling him, pushing him down on the seat and secretly bouncing him.

His cock—that giant pillar of flesh—was hot and stiff for hours, being sucked and squeezed, never having a break.

Sometimes it was swallowed all the way down her throat, stuck in her warm, wet mouth; sometimes it was swallowed whole by her vagina, contracting repeatedly as if wanting to squeeze out all her essence.

Lang Phong just felt like he wasn’t shopping all day, but was being used like a farming tool to “milk his essence”.

Every time she rode him, squeezed his penis tightly, and moaned softly in his ear: “Um… just a little more, it’s okay…” — he had to swallow his saliva, grit his teeth and endure, not daring to ejaculate, not daring to moan.

Because in front was still Mr. Ha Hung, not knowing that right behind him, his daughter was swallowing her nephew’s penis all the way to her cervix.

The feeling of having to fuck in silence, while being tormented by her endlessly like that — was both thrilling and numbing, and made him feel like he was about to… go crazy with suppressed pleasure.

By noon.

Just arrived home, the car stopped right in the front yard, Lang Phong opened the door and rushed out as if running away, his face pale as if he had just been through hell.

His hands were shaking, his collar was disheveled, his hair was messy, his lips were still red, and his cock was stiff in his pants, red from being sucked too much and not having time to ejaculate all of it.

He had just stepped into the house when he ran straight to his room as if he was being chased by a ghost, muttering: “Damn… that slut… wants to drain me dry…”

As for the shopping bag, phone, wallet — well… they were all forgotten in the car.

Behind, Ha Hung had just gotten out of the driver’s seat, still taking the key to turn off the engine, when he saw Lang Phong shoot upstairs.

He raised his eyebrows in confusion.

Turned his head to look at the girl who was leisurely stroking her hair, her mouth still humming softly, her red lips wet, her skirt slightly lifted, her white thighs exposed behind her shirt.

“What did you do that made Phong so scared?” – Ha Hung asked, his eyes filled with suspicion.

Y Nhien blinked, scratching her cheek lightly like an angel who had just been wrongly scolded:

“I don’t know anything, maybe… maybe he’s embarrassed! Hehe ~”

She pursed her lips and curved her eyes, smiling innocently like an angel.

But only she knew clearly — in her underwear at this moment, his semen was still leaking out, wetting her soft slit.

…

Luckily — that demon girl Y Nhien didn’t follow him upstairs. As soon as she entered the house, several beautiful school friends drove over to pick her up. Several slender legs stepped out from the car windows, their short skirts fluttering in the wind, the whole group chirping like baby birds that had just left the nest.

Lang Phong hid in his room upstairs, only opened the curtain and glanced down, thinking to himself: “Thank goodness… I escaped death…”

As for Ha Hung, he looked at his watch and got in his private car, probably going to a company meeting or something — he was the only one left in the house…

Or at least… he thought so.

As soon as he entered the room, Lang Phong immediately locked the door, stripped off his clothes, and threw his sweat-soaked clothes on the floor like he was throwing away his chains. His whole body was exhausted and hot, sweat stuck to his back, his penis was still slightly hard, dangerously tense.

He wore only thin shorts, half naked, then let out a sigh of relief, climbed into bed with the intention of resting for a bit…

But –

The blanket just touched my back.

He paused.

“What the hell…?”

In the blanket… was unusually warm.

And before he could wonder — a hug from behind tightened around him.

“Ah!”

Before he could turn around, a soft body climbed on top of him, arms around his neck, bare legs clamped around his waist.

A precise ride.

He rolled his eyes — “Oh my God!”

Forgot there is a big demoness in this house!

Aunt Lang Tuyet!

She was wearing nothing. Naked. Her flawless white skin caught his eye like moonlight on a hot night. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, her full breasts pressed against his chest, her hard nipples rubbing against his hot bare skin.

But the most dangerous thing — was the round, soft, and plump ass, pressing against his penis that had been abused all morning, now being pressed down by that beautiful ass as if sitting on a magic wand.

“Aunt…”

Before he could react, she moved a little.

Just a slight “pop”.

The giant penis immediately entered that wet vagina.

“UUUU…!”

Her pussy was wet, hot, and convulsed as if it had been waiting for hours just to swallow that giant thing once more.

Lang Phong gasped, out of breath.

His penis was sucked deep to the base, each hard flesh was sucked by the soft wet folds in her body, squeezed tightly as if trying to pull out all the essence as soon as it entered.

Aunt Lang Tuyet leaned over, her hair falling over her shoulders, her mouth curved into a smile like a fox that had just caught its prey:

“Um… that girl Y Nhien drained me dry all morning…”

She bent down, licked his ear lightly, and whispered:

“…so noon is yours…”

Then — she began to bounce.

Lang Phong opened his mouth wide, his whole body paralyzed.

Aunt… know!?

“Auntie… auntie… you know about what happened this morning!?” – he stuttered, cold sweat pouring down his back.

Lang Tuyet did not answer immediately. She just raised her head and smiled softly, her eyes both seductive and evil like a thousand-year-old fox spirit. Her waist continued to sway, each light thrust was a time when his manhood was squeezed in the hot, wet pussy.

“Ha… how could I not know?” – she moaned softly in his ear, her lips brushing against his sweaty earlobe, her breath burning hot.

“The smell of your semen… is very special… very pleasant to smell.”

“I smelled that scent on Y Nhien… while we were having dinner last night.” – she bucked her hips a little harder, causing Lang Phong to arch his back, letting out a choked moan.

“It’s just that at that time… I didn’t know clearly.”

shrug

“But after I fucked you last night…”

Dip deeper.

“After… my uterus was filled with that hot semen…” – she clenched her abdominal muscles, her vagina squeezing his penis – “…with that hot semen… I immediately remembered that smell.”

She giggled, lowered her body, her full breasts rubbed against his chest, her two stiff nipples pressed against him, her hand caressed his cheek gently and sarcastically:

“You two… secretly fucked each other in the car this morning, right?”

Hearing that, Lang Phong just wanted to disappear. His face turned red, his mouth opened to argue, but the pleasure from his penis being continuously sucked on made him choke. He breathed heavily, his hands on the mattress, not knowing whether to argue or surrender.

As for Lang Tuyet — she didn’t bother waiting for an answer.

She kept bouncing, pressing down with each thrust, his penis went deep in to the tip, then pulled out almost all the way just to thrust in once, making his whole body tremble. Lubricant flowed out with each collision, dripping down the crack of his ass and covering the bed sheet.

“It’s true… mother and daughter really look alike…” – Lang Phong gritted his teeth in his mind, bit his lips and growled softly, his hands tightly grasping the round waist that was shaking above — “They’re both semen-sucking demonesses!”

But… what scared him wasn’t being pressed down… but his penis, which was still as hard as hot iron, craving more and more to continue shooting into that wet uterus.

What aunt and niece… at this point, even reason starts to melt like water…

…

Life at the Lang family villa, since the day Lang Phong stepped foot in, was no longer a peaceful place for a university student to focus on studying.

Every day, after leaving the lecture hall and entering the door, he would be entangled — either by the soft naked body of Aunt Lang Tuyet, or by the fiery, lustful figure of his cousin Lang Y Nhien.

Once he sat down on the chair, someone would crawl up his lap; if he stood up, someone would kneel down to unzip his pants; even just entering the room, he would be pulled down on the bed and moan between someone’s legs.

Not a single day of peace.

But strangely… he did not run away.

Aunt Lang Tuyet was originally a mature, fulfilled woman. Every time she pressed him down and rode him, her breasts hitting his chest, her vagina tightening to absorb each thrust—he lost all reason, leaving only moans and strong ass thrusts.

As for Y Nhien… this little demon, needless to say. Every time she saw him, her eyes lit up as if she had just found her favorite toy. His penis was sucked like candy by her, then she rode him and bounced like a horse, her whole body wrapped around him as if just to suck out every drop of hot semen.

What’s even more frightening is that both of them seemed to know about each other’s existence. Not only did they not fight, but they also seemed to secretly take turns.

Whenever Aunt Tuyet fucked him in the morning, Y Nhien would crawl into his bed at night.

On the contrary, if Y Nhien had just breastfed him in the kitchen at noon, then in the afternoon, Aunt Tuyet was already waiting in the bathtub with wet hair and sparkling eyes filled with tears, ready to spread her legs and whisper:

“Come in, child… don’t keep me waiting…”

At first, Lang Phong felt tired, but before he knew it, he was addicted. The more he was sucked, the stronger he became. His penis — a thick, veiny, rough pillar-like mass of flesh — grew fuller every day, as if the more it was squeezed, the harder he became.

And those two slutty women — became more and more dependent on him.

Y Nhien whispered many times when he penetrated her to the core:
“I’m dying… every day without your penis… I’m going crazy…!”

As for Aunt Tuyet… sometimes she looked at him with a mesmerizing gaze as if she was under a spell:
“My husband can’t do what you do… only this thing… can make my uterus contract like that…”

His semen — that hot liquid — seemed to have its own magic. Every time he shot inside, their pussy shuddered and sucked in, their uteruses also contracted greedily as if wanting to hold onto every drop.

…

And so… a month passed.

Not a day goes by that he doesn’t fuck. Not a day goes by that his cock isn’t buried deep inside her wet, hot, squeezing pussy.

A month living between two goblins — he did not fall, but became stronger. His cock was longer, bigger, and he shot out so much sperm that it made their bellies swell up.

At first, they forced him. Later… he took the initiative to pull them down, straddled them, thrusting deep into the bottom of her uterus and asking:

“Can you take it anymore…? Want more…?”

And always, the answer was just a choked moan and a squeeze from the white legs:

“Shoot… I want… more…”

…

One quiet weekend evening, the yellow light sporadically shone through the window curtains, spreading a few faint streaks of light on the floor like sketches of darkness.

Lang Phong pushed the door open and entered, the sound of the lock clicking softly in the quiet space. It was ten o’clock at night. He had just finished class. Tired. Stressed. And especially hungry — not because he hadn’t eaten… but because of something else.

That familiar feeling—of returning to a room with a soft body waiting for me—had become second nature.

He didn’t turn on the light.

The light from the hallway was enough to see a slim figure lying on the bed, body lightly curled up under a thin blanket.

The light scent of shower gel and hair wafted through the air. Familiar. Making him smile tiredly.

“It’s one of those two goblins again…”

It didn’t matter who it was. Aunt Tuyet or Y Nhien. Both of them were too familiar with crawling into his bed at this hour — sometimes waiting, sometimes taking the initiative, sometimes even lying there, butts up, sleeping so he wouldn’t have to bother asking.

Lang Phong gently crawled onto the bed.

The blanket moved slightly.

He reached out to feel… his fingertips touched the smooth, slick skin, cool as early summer water. The body was wearing pajamas. A long-sleeved silk pajama — something he had never seen the other two wear before.

“Strange?” — ​​he tilted his head slightly.

Not the revealing camisole, not the wet lace thong… But proper pajamas, tied in a knot, unusually discreet.

But…

Just a slight tug — the buttons pop open.

He put his hand inside.

Beneath the silk… it was completely bare.

“Oh… not wearing anything underneath?” – Lang Phong chuckled. “I knew it, no goblin would suddenly become docile and discreet.”

His fingers stroked along the smooth waist, then slid down to the dark triangle. The skin there was plump, soft, hairless, as if it had just been carefully groomed. The fragrance from between her thighs was like sweet honey that deceived the mind.

Under his fingers, that pussy was already slightly moist.

He is in no hurry.

Just gently bend down, put your lips between those two soft lips of flesh and lick.

“Kiss… kiss…”

His tongue lightly glided over the labia, along the wet slit, then gently parted the two lips. The vagina today… is very different.

chubby

Crash.

Plump and full like a ripe peach. Unlike Aunt Tuyet’s pussy – which was narrow and tight like an experienced cave. Even more unlike Y Nhien’s – which was looser because he had fucked her countless times over the course of a whole year.

He frowned… his tongue still licking the slowly weeping slit.

“Fuck… this pussy… is so new…”

New — was the first feeling he realized.

A slight contraction each time his tongue swirled around. A subtle reaction from the sphincter, not used to being licked. The lips were rosy, not dark — on the contrary, plump, soft as velvet. The smell… fragrant, sweet, not as strong as usual.

The tip of his tongue slid into the gap between them, rubbing along the canal, causing the girl lying there to softly moan, “Mmm…” — a small sound like a breeze, weak and strangely innocent.

He raised his head and licked his lips.

“Not Y Nhien…”

The tip of his tongue had never heard that demon moan so softly. Every time he licked her, she would scream, making the room vibrate. But this… was clearly a young girl… young… and still very pure.

A name suddenly flashed in Lang Phong’s mind.

He paused slightly, his eyes widening in the darkness.

“…Ling Yun?”

If it’s true… then…

His penis immediately stood erect, hot and trembling.

Not because of fear.

But because of the thought: this virgin vagina… is about to be licked by him until it contracts… then penetrates all the way to the uterus.

Lang Phong breathed lightly, his hands on both sides of her hips, his body pressed down. His giant penis, which had been licked and sucked all day, had not yet deflated. Now it was red and trembling as if it wanted to break through all taboos.

He placed the head of his cock at the edge of that soft hole — a wet, slippery slit, pink as a newly bloomed peach. Without further hesitation, he began to press gently.

“Um…”

The person below moaned softly in his sleep.

The half-closed labia suddenly opened to receive the glans… too easily.

Lang Phong frowned. Not normal.

There was no resistance.

There was no “initial tightness” feeling like when fucking Y Nhien for the first time, or the strong, experienced contractions of Lang Tuyet.

There is just one thing… extremely special.

This vagina… isn’t tight, but it’s snug.

The hole felt like it had thousands of tiny, soft fingertips caressing and stroking his shaft. Every inch he pressed in, an inch of flesh inside would contract and caress slightly — not squeezing tightly enough to suffocate, but caressing and coaxing.

“Oh my god…” — Lang Phong clenched his teeth. It was so comfortable it was driving him crazy.

No pain, no tightness, but unreasonably pleasurable. The body under him trembled slightly, legs slightly bent up, clamping around his waist as if by physiological instinct, while the vagina still throbbed inch by inch, swallowing every inch of that giant shaft.

But…

No hymen.

No rattling feeling throughout.

“Wait…” – he was startled for a moment, his eyes wide open in the darkness – “Not Lang Van?!”

So who?

Not Y Nhien — because she had a way of squeezing crazily and moaning flirtatiously from the moment she entered.

Not Aunt Tuyet — she had the habit of actively scratching his back and moaning, “Go deeper…”

The person under him… so obedient, so quiet, so soft… like a real sleeping beauty, unconsciously accepting his entire giant penis into her body.

Lang Phong swallowed.

This situation… was not within any of his prepared possibilities.

But…

This feeling of a vagina like a saint — even though he had fucked many women — he had never tasted it.

A gentle, close embrace, not urgent, not suffocating, but caressing his walls like thousands of thin silk strips wrapped around his shaft. Every time his penis jerked slightly, his walls trembled, contracting as if to… comfort him.

Soft as water. Smooth as milk. Deep as the bottom of a well.

To the root. He went to the root.

His penis was completely buried in her body, the base of his flesh rubbing against her pubic mound, her silky pubic hair touching his lower abdomen, her vagina swallowing every inch of his large flesh, but still maintaining the feeling of… virginity.

Not because she is still a virgin, but because of that temperament.

An aura that both scared and addicted him.

Underneath him, was a beautiful woman who had never been fucked like he was fucking her.

But she had sex.

His penis was still firmly inserted, her vagina gently squeezed him as she chuckled: “I know how to receive a penis, but no one has ever been this big…”

Lang Phong gritted his teeth, his hands gripping the bed tightly.

“Who is it…?”

He trembled.

And his cock — became even harder.

“Mm… um… ah… so tight… what is… um…”

A gasping moan echoed in the dim space, sweet as honey, yet so familiar it was terrifying. Lang Phong was in the throes of passion, his cock still buried deep inside that soft, hot place — when suddenly his entire body stopped.

Heart beating like a drum.

The whole world seemed to stand still.

He slowly bent down, the dim light shone through the half-open edge of the blanket, gliding across his smooth, white face that was flushed with excitement, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, his phoenix eyes slowly opening…

That look…

That voice…

He stood frozen on the spot.

It’s… mom!

It’s Lang Lan — his biological mother!

Lang Phong’s whole body trembled.

But at that moment — her vagina contracted slightly, as if it was reflexively sucking on his cock, every ripple of flesh inside tightened, gently pulling on the hot head, making him tremble as if his soul was being sucked out.

“No… no way…!”

Cold sweat ran down his spine.

But the reality is right before our eyes.

The woman beneath him—the one who gave birth to him, the one who lulled him to sleep when he was a baby, the one who taught him his first letters… was now lying beneath him, completely naked, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her vagina engulfing his huge penis, trembling and contracting with pleasure.

“Um… who is it… why is it… so deep…”

Ling Lan moaned softly, her cheeks flushed, her breathing rapid, completely unaware of anything — she only knew that inside her body was being penetrated by a giant, burning hot object, deep into her uterus, making her entire body feel like it was on fire.

Lang Phong was speechless.

Mouth opened, but throat was tight.

His cock… was still inside his mother’s womb. Deep inside. The place where they were mating was still sucking, warm and wet, as if welcoming.

And… he just shot once. Just shot… deep inside his mother.

The thought made his head explode.

Then she recognized him!

“Um… Phong nhi… child…!”

That weak call was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Lang Phong was stunned.

His entire body froze as if locked up—his cock was still deeply embedded in her warm, contracting pussy. Below him was a suffocatingly soft, white body, trembling with surging pleasure… and her eyes at this moment—glistening, terrified, but still filled with lust.

“Mom… mom…?”

He whispered, his voice choked as if he couldn’t swallow the sin he had just committed. He bent down reflexively, pressing himself against the plump, sweaty chest, the familiar scent of her skin blowing against his face, making his heart beat wildly.

His cock was still inside her. Deep. All the way to the base.

She moaned softly, her whole body tightening, her legs unconsciously wrapping around his waist, as if instinctively not letting him pull out. Inside her vagina, each soft ring of muscle spasmed, as if trying to hold on to the giant object that had just been inserted.

“No… it’s okay… slowly… pull out… no one will know… nothing happened yet…”

His mother — Ling Lan — spoke as she gently stroked his back as if to comfort him. Her voice was so gentle it was suffocating, but mixed with a trembling, suppressed voice.

Her soft hand stroked his shoulder, her palm trembling slightly, but still trying to remain gentle — as if she were comforting her son… in the midst of the world’s craziest behavior.

“Pull out… gently… um…”

Lang Phong nodded and took a deep breath.

He gathered his strength, tightened his abdomen, and began to slowly pull his penis out of her womb — but… before he could get halfway in, her vagina contracted violently, pulling his penis back like an instinctive reflex.

“UUU…!” – she moaned, her back arching.

Her legs suddenly tightened, as if afraid he would leave. The wet edges of her pussy rubbed against the thick shaft, making her whole body tremble. Her eyes opened wide, her lips bit lightly, tears glistening.

“No… no… mommy… but… you’re so big… pulling it out is… stimulating again…!”

That statement was like pouring oil on the fire.

Lang Phong hissed softly, his whole body was burning, his mind was shaken violently.

His already huge shaft was now stimulated to the limit, erect by a half inch more than usual. The head was bright red, swollen as if about to explode, its veins bulging, and as soon as it was pulled out a little, it was sucked back in by the vaginal lips like a piece of iron being sucked tightly by a live magnet.

“I… can’t pull out… mom… your vagina… is squeezing too hard…”

Sweat was pouring down his forehead, his hands trembling as he pressed against the bedsheets. His foster mother blushed, pursed her lips and said nothing — but her legs were still tightly wrapped around his waist, inside her vagina… still convulsing repeatedly, each spasm seemed to hypnotize his erection to stay.

“It’s okay… I won’t say anything…” – she moaned softly, her voice as gentle as the wind but like a knife cutting into every fragile thread of reason left in his head.

“Just… just take it slow… I don’t blame you… I know it’s too late…”

She smiled softly, her lips trembling with excitement.

As for Lang Phong — he could only feel his manhood at this moment… as if it was being sucked by a living creature. That feeling of being filled with hot, moist, soft, and strangely constricting — as if it wanted to swallow him completely and not let go.

“Mom… if… I can’t take it… will you forgive me…?”

She did not answer.

Just reach out and pull his head close to your chest.

And between gasps, she whispered…

“Just this once…”

Lang Phong gently squeezed his mother’s slender waist, his eyes meeting hers — warm, gentle, without any resistance. That look was no different from a silent request.

He gently withdrew his hips, then pushed in slowly.

“Um… ah… Phong nhi…”

His mother arched her back slightly, her lips softly letting out a moan full of ecstasy. Her vagina contracted gently like a hot embrace embracing his penis, each layer of soft, smooth, wet flesh seemed to melt away to receive each thrust. Each time he pulled out, his penis was reluctantly held back, each time he pushed in, a wave of wet “slurp… slurp…” sounds echoed in the dim, warm space.

“Um… Phong… gently… aunt… ah no… mom can’t take it anymore…”

She hugged his back tightly, her body trembling slightly, her whole body melting under his slow but firm thrusts. Her skin was wet with sweat, smooth as silk, and her breath was rapid and close to his ear, both passionate and excited.

Lang Phong said nothing. He looked at her — the woman who had given birth to him, now lying naked under him, being thrust into by him with each thrust, but her face showed satisfaction, love, and no regrets.

She raised her hand to gently stroke his hair, her eyes glistening with tears as if covered by a layer of mist. Her voice was soft, she exhaled softly:

“Um… very good… my good boy…”

Lang Phong froze when he heard her moaning in his ear.

His heart skipped a beat – not from fear, but from the indescribable feeling of hearing her sobbing, passionate voice. However, down below… his cock became even harder, as if it was being energized by her lewd moans.

“Um… Phong… don’t stop… don’t…” – her voice was lost, urgent as if begging, but her two legs wrapped around his waist tighter, as if wanting to stick her uterus to the base of his burning penis.

He growled softly, his strong arms wrapped around her soft waist, squeezing her like holding a precious prey, not letting it escape. Then he began — he thrust.

Each thrust was deep, slow, and somewhat tentative at first—but as he heard her moan louder, her vagina contracting and tightening, Ling Feng went crazy. He sped up.

“Slap! Slap! Slap!”

Wet sounds echoed in the room, skin and flesh slapped together, his cock continuously pulled out almost all the way then slammed straight in, each stroke penetrating the bottom of her soaked pussy.

“Ugh… Phong nhi… die… deep… so deep…!” – she moaned, her whole body limp in his arms, her two hands clutching his shoulders, her fingernails imprinted on his skin as if pouring all her pleasure into each scratch.

Lang Phong gritted his teeth, his penis jerked, almost reaching its limit. Looking at the body under his hand trembling, back arched, abdomen heaving up and down from being held from inside — he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Take it all from me…”

One powerful thrust — the huge cock penetrated all the way to the uterus.

“Ugh… aaaaa!”

Her whole body convulsed violently, and a strangled moan escaped her mouth. At that moment — his cock also jerked violently, and then he ejaculated.

The first stream of semen was hot, spurting out like a firecracker in her belly, then the second, third… each wave rushed into the deepest part of her vagina.

She gasped, her body arched as if electrocuted, her uterus contracted in response, sucking in every drop of that thick white liquid like a thirsty person just getting her fill.

“Um… hot… mom’s belly… so tight… baby… baby shot all inside…?” – she whispered, eyes blurred with tears.

Lang Phong did not reply, just thrust his still twitching penis deep inside her, his fingers gently caressed her cheeks, his mouth close to her ear:

“Not shoot… but fill. Mother’s womb… from now on will be the place to store your semen.”

Ling Lan gently leaned forward, her white jade hand gently caressing Ling Feng’s cheek. Her eyes were no longer as gentle as her gentle mother’s, but hidden within them was a layer of pulsating desire, like jade fire hidden in snow, half-seducing, half-devouring.

Her legs tightened around his waist, like silk threads wrapped around the roots of an ancient tree, not allowing him to escape. The secret hole in the dark valley of the immortal palace was tightly holding onto the giant dragon root, one side contracting, the other side jerking violently — they were inseparable, like two dragons entering the sea.

“Um…!”

With just a slight movement like ripples on the surface of a lake, Ling Feng’s entire body felt like it was being electrocuted, and the essence once again surged up like a broken underground stream, shooting straight into his mother’s womb that was opening to receive it. Her fair skin was flushed red from the stimulation of the heat, her eyes were half-asleep, half-awake.

Her slim waist was as soft as a water snake, writhing rhythmically, causing her penis inside her body to be swept deep into by each wave of her ass.

Slender fingers gently stroked his chest, like willows swaying in the morning breeze, red lips curved into an evil smile:

“Phong Nhi… sooner or later… this uterus will have to be filled by you ~”

Lang Phong shivered.

“What…? Mother… why are you…”

Lang Lan giggled, her finger lightly tapped his forehead as if reproaching him, then whispered like a saint explaining:

“For the past year… you have been fucking Lang Tuyet and Lang Y Nhien every day, do you think I don’t know?”

Lang Phong’s face turned red as if he had been doused with boiling water. Before he could argue, her body was squeezed tightly, her pussy contracted and sucked on his penis, causing him to almost let out a moan.

Compared to the women before, this place was completely different. It wasn’t just cramped, nor was it just hot. It was a very maternal feeling – as if his bloodline instinct was sucking him in, squeezing out every ounce of his yang energy that he had pent up over the years.

Of course she knew that, she clamped him even tighter, her vagina like a hot spring vortex wrapped around his body, her voice soft as silk:

“Do you know… our Lang family… are not mortals?”

Lang Phong was shocked.

“Huh?”

Lang Lan closed her eyes as if remembering the past, then slowly said:

“The Ling family… is a family of supernatural beings that has been secretly protected by the Divine Dragon Empire for hundreds of years. Each generation has a bloodline that can activate the supernatural nucleus. And…”

She opened her eyes, her eyes sparkling like they contained a million stars:

“You are a special existence.”

“Are you a mutant?”

“No.” – she slightly arched her hips, causing his manhood to jerk. “It’s the perfect bloodline . Since birth, you’ve possessed a giant dragon root, a supreme spiritual root that no one in a million cultivators can possess. Your semen…”

She licked her lips, her eyes as if she saw a panacea:

“… can strengthen a woman’s physique, awaken supernatural powers, increase cultivation, and even… help break through bottlenecks!”

Lang Phong opened his mouth, speechless. His semen… was really that powerful?

“You… you… what about… dual cultivation?”

Lang Lan smiled like a fallen angel, then suddenly leaned close, her lips brushed his ear, her breath fragrant like orchids:

“Dual cultivation with you… will fill my womb with vitality. Your genes will evolve day by day, from a mutant… to a demigod.”

“So…” – she smiled wickedly – ​​“Don’t worry about mother-child relations. With your bloodline, there are no taboos. On the contrary…”

She bit his ear lightly, breathing heavily:

“The closer the bloodline… the stronger the dual cultivation effect ~”

Boom!

A loud explosion rang out in Lang Phong’s heart. His entire body felt like it was struck by lightning, his chest heaved, his yang root once again expanded, burying itself deeper into his mother’s immortal hole.

“Mother… then you… you are…”

Lang Lan leaned forward, placing both hands on his chest, her long hair falling over his face like night clouds:

“I am an S-class ability user of the Divine Dragon Empire. Once I receive enough of your semen, I can even enter the Divine level.”

She giggled.

“As for me, I will become a Hetero-Blood Physique. I am born with murderous intent, with an overwhelming yang root and limitless vitality. In the future… I can fuck ten thousand women alone, and still not be able to quench my lust.”

Lang Phong opened his eyes wide.

In his heart at this moment there were only two words left—

“So cool!”

At this moment, Ling Lan’s mother was completely sitting on top of him, her long hair flowing down her snow-white bare shoulders. Her body was drenched in sweat, each drop running down her soft back, down to the valley of her gently writhing buttocks.

Lang Phong’s giant penis was still being swallowed by her pussy to the root, every time she moved her hips, it made wet “slurping” sounds that echoed throughout the room.

“Um… Phong nhi… so deep… so good…”

Each moan of satisfaction that flowed through her lustful pink lips made Lang Phong tremble with pleasure, but at the same time, his chest tightened with guilt – the woman pressing down on him, being fucked deep into his womb… was his biological mother.

But his reason had long been extinguished.

While he was squeezing his mother’s waist, his penis in her contracting vagina jerking violently, then — “click” — the door outside the room suddenly opened.

A figure walked in.

Snow Tomb.

Her eyes fell on the scene on the bed and immediately stopped — her entire body stiffened, her eyes wide open in shock. On the bed, her older sister, Ling Lan, was squatting naked on top of Ling Feng, her two arms wrapped around his neck, her body constantly rocking up and down as if she was riding her son’s penis crazy.

Her uterus heaved, her breasts swayed with each gentle thrust, and at the place of intercourse… milky white semen flowed from her vaginal slit, forming long strands on her erect, bright red penis.

Lang Tuyet knelt down at the edge of the bed, her head bowed low but her eyes were trembling as if there was fire burning in her heart.

“Sister… really… just absorbing Ling Feng’s semen… will help me return to being an ability user?”

Ling Lan turned her head, her long, slightly wet hair stuck to her cheeks, the corners of her lips were covered with white liquid that was still dripping from the tip of her tongue, her eyes were filled with infatuation but still exuded an immeasurable, profound majesty.

She did not answer immediately, only moaned softly:
“Mmm… deeper… Phong nhi… so hard…”

She thrust her hips once more — the large manhood was swallowed whole, sliding deep into the bottom of her womb, making her whole body shudder.

Then she turned back to look at her sister, a lewd smile curved slightly at the corner of her lips:
“That’s right, Tuyet… just need to diligently fuck Phong Nhi, be filled every day, his semen will awaken the supernatural power in our blood…”

Lang Tuyet gripped the edge of the bed tightly, her heart was in turmoil.

The strong smell of semen in the air, the obscene sound of skin colliding, her sister’s intermittent moans, and the image of that red penis so big that it made her crotch protrude… all made it hard for her to breathe, and her body also started to leak between her thighs.

“Sister…” – she whispered, her voice hoarse – “Then… what about the two children… Y Nhien… and… Lang Van?”

Lang Lan arched her eyebrows and moaned in pleasure again when Lang Phong suddenly squeezed her waist and thrust hard:

“Ouch! That’s right… don’t stop…”

Then she turned back, her eyes glistening with pleasure and a strong maternal majesty radiating from them:

“They also carry the blood of the Lang family… they all have blood abilities in their bodies, as long as they are filled with Lang Phong’s blood… day after day… their abilities will awaken.”

She licked her lips, leaned down and whispered into Lang Phong’s ear, her voice hoarse with lust:

“Phong Nhi… remember… from now on… don’t leave anyone out… aunt, cousin… or even this biological mother… all must be awakened by your semen… understand?”

Lang Phong at this time no longer cared about morality or blood relations.

In him, there was only his mother’s lustful moans, and the feeling of his penis being sucked tightly by her vagina as if it wanted to swallow it all the way to the roots.

“Mmm… thrust it baby… thrust it deeper… mommy wants to fill her womb…” – Lang Lan moaned in his ear, her two hands tightly holding his back, her plump breasts pressed against the young man’s chest, her nipples rubbing against his bare skin as if they were on fire.

He roared like a caged animal, grabbed her waist tightly, and began to thrust.

“Slap! Slap! Slap!”

The giant penis repeatedly thrust into the mother’s womb, each thrust brought forth waves of boiling semen, each time it seemed to want to blow open the vaginal walls, causing her lower abdomen to swell up in waves, clearly showing the shape of the nearly twenty-centimeter long object stirring deep inside.

“AHHH! Phong Nhi! Your… you’re driving me crazy!”

She screamed softly, her eyes glistening with tears, her legs tightly gripping his hips, her uterus contracting as if sucking in each wave of precious semen.

Just then — outside the room, Lang Tuyet quietly closed the door.

Her figure disappeared behind the wooden corridor, but her eyes were shining with extreme joy. Underneath her thin silk nightgown, her vagina was also wet, nectar seeping down her thighs as a natural reaction after witnessing the crazy fucking between her elder sister and nephew.

She walked slowly back to her room, her eyes sparkling. Her lips curved slightly:

“So that’s it… it really is… Ling Feng’s semen will turn me into an ability user again…”

She squeezed his hand gently, her breasts bouncing under her nightgown, her heart pounding with excitement.

No wonder — after nearly a month of being fucked almost every day, not only was she not exhausted, but on the contrary… her body became lighter and lighter, her muscles and bones became more flexible, her blood circulated, and she felt like she was ten years younger. Every morning when she woke up, her body felt hot and full of vitality, as if she was entering a breakthrough phase.

“No mistake… this is a sign that my ability is about to be unlocked…”

She gently stroked her lower abdomen — the place that just last night was filled to the womb by Lang Phong. At that time, she thought it was just because of being fucked too much… but now she understood: it was not just sensuality, but a true awakening!

If what her sister said was true, Ling Lan was an S-class ability user, then Ling Feng’s semen — her son’s bloodline — was the elixir that activated the ability that was dormant in the blood of those with the Ling family name.

Thinking of this, Lang Tuyet couldn’t help but laugh out loud, her eyes filled with ambition.

If she could really return to being a mutant…

Then there is no reason to stay with a small family like the Ha family.

Ha Hung – her husband – is just an ordinary man, has a little money from his family, does business, and is smart, but in this life… he is just a mortal.

As for her, since birth, she was a member of the Lang family – a family with a special bloodline, where from female to male, those with supernatural powers were considered the overlords. But when she was young, she tested negative for supernatural powers, so she had to marry out – becoming a political bargaining chip, giving up her position in the family to her other sisters.

That’s why the Lang family rarely marries women out.

Women in the Ling clan — if they have supernatural abilities — will never be allowed to leave the clan. On the contrary, they will be trained as warriors and worshiped as goddesses in the eyes of the entire clan.

A woman with supernatural powers in the Lang family… is stronger than a hundred normal men.

As long as she awakens her supernatural powers… she won’t need the Ha family anymore.

And — she will return to the Lang family, carrying a supreme secret: the semen of Lang Phong — the one with mutant bloodline — is the key to everything.

She pursed her lips, her legs clamped together — her mind constantly recalling the feeling of that giant penis thrusting deep into her womb, shooting streams of hot semen flooding inside.

If she’s already this strong in just one month… then if she hugs him every night… continuously being filled… then maybe she’ll reach A-level ability, maybe even S-level ability like her sister.

Lang Tuyet’s eyes suddenly lit up with coldness and lust.

“Sister…” — she whispered in the darkness — “Don’t think that you’re the only one worthy of having him…”

“That yang root… of Lang Phong… must be divided equally… among all the women of this Lang family…”

…

In the dimly lit bedroom, Ling Feng tightly hugged his mother’s soft waist — her hot body pressed against the wall, her sweat-drenched chest pressed against his.

His hand grabbed her ass, lifting her up with just one hand, while the other hand supported her smooth thigh, one of her legs was wrapped behind his back as if locking her, the other leg was on tiptoe, her knee was trembling from the feeling of his cock pressing against the edge of her pussy.

“Mmm…” – she moaned softly, her eyes half-closed with lust. “Hurry up… Phong nhi… mother has been waiting…”

Lang Phong clenched his teeth, the head of his cock as big as a fist rubbed between the two wet pink lips of her pussy, each drop of vaginal fluid flowing around the red shaft as if on fire. Then — without any more hesitation — he pressed his hips hard, his cock thrusting in, penetrating straight through the hot vagina, stretching the entire tight pussy open to the point where the lips of her pussy swelled and spasmed repeatedly.

“UUUAAAH ~~~!” – Lang Lan moaned ecstatically, her head tilted back, her hair flowing with each thrust. “I love you the most… I love your cock the most… fuck me, make me happy until I die…!”

Her vagina contracted crazily, her uterus expanded as if ready to swallow the long, thrusting penis, making each thrust produce a slobbering, ecstatic sound.

Lang Phong couldn’t help but bend down and tightly hold her lips, his tongue entwined, his two hands tightly holding her plump ass and thrusting each time as hard as the sky. Every time he pulled out, the lips of her pussy contracted and clung as if not wanting to let go. With each thrust, his penis touched her cervix, making her shiver, sweat soaked her lower abdomen.

“Mother… I… love you… but… what about father…?” – he hissed softly between gasps, his voice hoarse from suppressed desire.

Lang Lan opened her eyes, a smile containing contempt and arrogance appeared at the corner of her red lips.

“Your father? He has no supernatural powers. A mortal cannot compare to a male with the bloodline of a Divine Dragon… You were born… to fill me. To fuck the strongest women in this family!”

She squeezed his waist tightly with her long, smooth legs, her pussy convulsing violently as if it was craving to be crushed by that giant cock.

“Fuck me, my baby… fill this slutty mother up… um… deeper… all the way to mother’s womb…!”

Lang Phong groaned softly, his mind broken. He hugged her tightly, then started to really pound — each powerful thrust reverberated into her vaginal walls, his manhood jerking with each thrust, as if he wanted to bury the entire Dragon God bloodline deep into the most forbidden holy place.

After shooting hot semen into his mother’s womb, Lang Phong still didn’t stop.

A deep instinctual desire urged him to possess the woman who gave birth to him completely — not just for lust, but also for the feeling of dominating, controlling, and swallowing the entire bloodline of his family.

He carried Lang Lan away from the wall, placed her on her back on the bed, spread her smooth white legs wide apart, lifted them up to shoulder level, then held her hips tightly with both hands.

His penis was still hard, bright red, and shiny with white fluid. He immediately thrust it straight into the middle of her pussy, which was still contracting and jerking after the first shower of semen.

“Uuuuuuuuuuu ~~~!”

Ling Lan arched her back, her two arms tightly hugging his shoulders, her breasts shaking with each powerful thrust that felt like heaven. Her pussy — wet, swollen, contracting continuously like a flower being crushed in a storm of lust.

Ling Feng began to thrust—sometimes frantically, pounding so hard that her body bounced off the mattress; sometimes slowly, pulling out deeply and then slowly pushing back in all the way to the bottom.

Each thrust made her pussy make a lewd smacking… smacking… smacking… sound. Not only did her vagina spasm and tighten, but it also actively sucked on his shaft as if it was hungry, as if her womb was urgently inviting him — shoot more, shoot deeper, fill him up even more.

“Mm… ah… that’s right… don’t stop… mother… wants to be filled up again…” – Lang Lan moaned in his ear, her two hands continuously pulling him closer, as if she wanted to bury herself under that sweaty, firm body.

Lang Phong let out a low growl, his erection was now like a living iron pillar, burning hot, jerking violently inside that soft hole. And then, after a series of thrusts, his whole body tightened, then —

“POOF!”

The hot semen shot out again, each white stream like a waterfall pouring straight into her womb. He jerked up with each thrust, each time a strong, powerful, intense spurt as if he wanted to fill her womb until there was no more space left.

Lang Lan arched her back, moaning in pleasure.

“Umm… so much… my uterus… is full… but I still want more… just… just shoot… pour it in Phong nhi…!”

Wave after wave of semen was sucked deep inside by the crazy contractions of her vagina. Her uterus seemed to want to swallow every drop, every stream, not letting even a single drop of semen spill out.

Her body under the soft light of the night lamp seemed to be gilded with gold — her smooth skin flushed pink, drenched in sweat, her messy hair lightly framing her ecstatic face, her eyes glistening with tears from being filled to the brim. Her entire being at this moment — truly a fairy who had been fucked to the point of unconsciousness.

Lang Phong looked at her, his eyes hypnotized by that beautiful scene.

Her pussy… feels so good. Plump, spongy, wet, and contracts so sweetly it takes my breath away.

In his heart he could not help but exclaim:

“Damn… this is an S-class ability user…? This vagina… is truly a weapon of mass destruction…”

Lustful Family (Chapter 4)

Dinner tonight was different from any other.

On the dining table, the yellow light gently shone on Auntie Lang Tuyet’s face — she was wearing an ash-gray satin nightgown, with a slightly low neckline, revealing her pale skin around her collarbone and her seductive half-covered cleavage. Below, the long dress barely covered her thighs, but as soon as she turned around, the curve of her soft butt was immediately visible through the thin fabric.

Lang Phong sat opposite, his eyes never leaving his aunt’s long bare legs, then glanced to the side – where Y Nhien was giggling with chopsticks in her mouth, wearing a short two-strap dress, no underwear, her breasts rising and falling with each breath.

“Damn… you’re clearly provoking me…” — he silently gritted his teeth, picking up a piece of meat while trying not to let his penis in his pants betray him.

Y Nhien saw that and smiled, suddenly leaned over and whispered in his ear, her fragrant breath like spraying perfume into his ear:

“This afternoon when I took a bath… I think there was some of your semen left, it stuck to the towel… Aunt Tuyet used it to wipe her face…”

“Cough!” — Lang Phong almost choked.

Aunt Tuyet sitting opposite slightly raised her eyebrows and looked over, her red lips slightly curled: “Phong, eat slowly, no one is rushing you.”

Her voice was not loud, but full of hidden meaning. Those sharp eyes no longer looked at him with the gentleness of a mature aunt, but rather like the eyes of a secretly jealous lover — she just didn’t want to say it out loud at the dinner table.

His mother — Ling Lan — had left early. She had only visited for one day, carrying the air of an S-class ability user from the empire, coming in a hurry and leaving in a hurry. That single night… had become an unforgettable mark.

His Yang root… was buried deep in his mother’s womb.

And now — only a few days have passed — and life in this villa… has begun to return to chaos.

The aunt was becoming more and more unrestrained, every time her eyes touched him it was as if she wanted to strip him naked in the middle of the dining table. Cousin Y Nhien was openly undisguised — even under the dining table, her knee would occasionally lightly touch his thigh, as if testing to see if he was “hard” yet.

Only Lang Van — the youngest cousin — was still as innocent as a drop of dew. She sat beside him, her hair tied to her shoulder, her eyes bright and clear, occasionally turning to smile lightly:

“Mr. Phong, eat more fish. I removed the bones.”

Lang Phong looked at her, smiled awkwardly, and suddenly remembered the evening tutoring sessions over the past month — the way she bowed her head to study, the white neck exposed when she brushed her hair back, the light scent wafting from her shirt collar…

Every night like this, he had to suppress his desires. However — she was not as innocent as she appeared.

A couple of times… she stole a kiss from him.

Not a sloppy kiss. But a deep one—tongues gently, teeth biting lip, breathing quick.

Even one day — she whispered softly as she sat close to him on the chair:

“Brother Phong… if I wasn’t your cousin… would you like me…?”

He just smiled wryly, but under the table — his cock had already hardened.

It’s been a month.

The girl who used to wear tight pajamas now started wearing thin nightgowns. Every gesture, every look at him, was filled with a vague, yet to be revealed desire.

Lang Phong knew — if he really pressed her down today, she wouldn’t resist. She would even… moan like a little cat, then hug him and beg him to thrust a little deeper.

He turned, his eyes glancing over Lang Van’s small chest which was gently rising and falling with her breathing.

“This lust… really runs in the Lang family’s blood…” — he thought to himself, slightly curling his lips.

…

Ha Hung sat in front of the giant TV screen, his eyes glued to an exciting football match. The commentator’s voice echoed throughout the room, drowning out all the small noises in the kitchen behind him.

Unknown to anyone, just a few steps away — a sizzling orgy was slowly beginning.

Aunt Lang Tuyet stood in front of the sink, her smooth white hands gently rubbing each dish, and her figure made others even more crazy.

A milky gray nightgown—the sheer satin material clung to her every curve. The back of the dress… barely covered her soft, round buttocks, which were so white they glowed under the kitchen light. The fabric only covered the top, and from the middle down… her buttocks were round and bulging, shaking slightly with each movement.

The way she washed the dishes made the scene even more provocative — her legs were slightly apart, her bare feet were slightly spread apart to maintain balance, and her hips were unconsciously arched backwards, causing her entire plump, round breasts to stick up high, straining as if to pierce through her thin nightgown.

Lang Phong had been standing behind observing — his eyes were red like a hungry wolf seeing raw meat.

“This woman… wants to seduce me to the point of madness…?”

His erection, which had been hard since the meal, was now aroused to the extreme by the scene before him. On the outside, his aunt remained calm, her shoulders swaying slightly to the music playing on her phone by the sink, her mouth still humming softly.

But he knew.

She is doing it on purpose.

Because every time she leaned forward, her round butt would rise higher, her butt crack clearly visible under the thin, spider-like white lace panties. The lace had been soaked with dishwashing liquid, sticking to her cleavage, drawing out each seductive fold.

Lang Phong could not stand it anymore.

He walked silently behind her, the sound of his footsteps completely drowned out by the sound of the TV in the living room. He knelt down.

Right behind her.

His face almost touched that ass — white, fragrant, smelling of shower gel and… a slight hint of lewdness. His hand reached up, gently caressing each soft mound of flesh.

“Um…” — Aunt Lang Tuyet shivered slightly, but still did not turn around. She just continued washing the dishes, as if completely unaware that behind her was a burning hot penis about to tear apart this thin layer of sleeping cloth.

He lowered his head — his mouth took a long sip along the crack of her ass, which was covered with silk lace, exposing every inch. The scent of her pussy was strong, sweet like melted syrup, making his heart feel like it was about to explode.

The layer of underwear was gently pulled to the side by him — with just a slight tug, the lace border was deformed, sliding completely to the side, revealing a soft, pink, wet slit, hidden between two white mounds of flesh.

Lang Phong stuck out his tongue.

“Kiss… smack…”

The soft slurping sound echoed in the brightly lit kitchen, the smell of soap mixed with the scent of a woman’s body stimulated his sense of smell to the point of madness.

Aunt Lang Tuyet… still did not return.

But her shoulders were shaking slightly. The hand that was washing the dishes stopped for a few seconds.

His mouth continued to suck, his tongue swirling around the vaginal groove that was wet with nectar, his other hand squeezed both sides of her buttocks, stretching her pussy open to clearly see each layer of red flesh inside.

“Um…” — she moaned very softly, still in that gentle voice, but full of patience.

Only the man behind could see clearly — from inside the secret hole, streams of clear liquid were leaking out with each lick, small spasms transmitted to the tip of his tongue as if saying:

“Hurry… put it in… I can’t take it anymore…”

Lang Phong raised his head, his penis in his pants jerked violently, like a wild beast that had been restrained for too long.

He whispered:

“Auntie… if we don’t fuck now, the show will be wasted…”

Aunt Lang Tuyet turned her head slightly, her eyes were wet, her mouth smiled slightly:

“So… go fuck me… but remember… don’t let him hear…”

Lang Phong could not bear it any longer.

He pulled his cock out of his pants — a bright red, veiny, oversized thing that had just been sucked until stiff — and immediately pressed it against Aunt Lang Tuyet’s plump ass.

I know.

She didn’t turn back, just slightly raised her lips in an evil smile, then… slightly swayed her hips back.

The soft white buttocks immediately arched up, the charming curves exposed under the wet nightgown, the thighs parted slightly to reveal the pink honey hole hidden behind the thin silk lace. The lips of that hole were wet, ready for a long time, like a fully bloomed flower waiting to be filled.

Lang Phong growled softly, one hand lifted her skirt, one hand squeezed her waist — then pressed his hips forward.

His hot cock poked straight into the crack between her round ass cheeks, the head slid past the wet lips of her pussy, then inch by inch, he pushed deeper.

“Um…”

Aunt Lang Tuyet bit her lips, her whole body shivered slightly, her eyes closed slightly, her two hands continued washing the dishes as if nothing had happened — but under her skirt, her vagina was being penetrated deeply by her nephew’s penis, expanding, filling, each fold squeezing that giant shaft without letting go.

“Slap…”

A soft — but clear — echo.

The tip of the notch touches the bottom. All the way to the uterus.

She let out a soft “Ah…” sound.

Right then.

“What is it?” Ha Hung’s voice echoed from the living room, mixed with the sound of the sports TV.

Aunt Lang Tuyet paused for a second, then smiled gently, turned her head to her husband:

“Ah… I dropped the bowl… luckily it didn’t break.”

“Yes, be careful.” – Ha Hung turned his head to look.

Just then — he saw Ling Feng standing close behind his wife, bent over as if helping to stack the dishes. Under the kitchen light, it looked like his nephew was bending over to reach for a plate from the shelf beside him.

A very ordinary scene.

Only thing — Ha Hung didn’t know.

Right before his eyes, less than two meters away, his nephew’s huge penis was being swallowed by his wife’s vagina all the way to the base. Her pussy was red and wet, squeezing tightly around each arm-sized piece of flesh, and with each breath she took, the remaining semen from the previous time gently flowed out from the edges of her pussy.

Under the thin skirt — Lang Phong was slowly thrusting his hips.

Each thrust was light, each pull out and push in deep, without making a sound — but with each thrust, her uterus trembled with pleasure, as if going crazy from being filled smolderingly in the middle of the brightly lit kitchen, before the eyes of her husband who was completely unaware.

Ha Hung glanced over and didn’t have the slightest doubt. He turned his head back and continued to stare at the TV screen, where the football match was getting more intense by the minute.

Opportunity.

Lang Phong gently squeezed the waist of the woman in front of him, slightly lowered his head, his eyes blazing like a ferocious beast that had just touched a sweet honeycomb without fear of being discovered.

He started clicking.

Slow at first. Very slow.

His long shaft withdrew inch by inch, sliding through each fold of her wet vagina like pulling bone from flesh. Then, just as the lips began to tighten, he thrust straight in.

“Uuu…!”

Aunt Lang Tuyet’s whole body trembled.

She had to bite her lip, both hands gripping the edge of the sink, her knuckles turning white from squeezing so hard. One side of her vagina was being thrust rapidly, a large penis as big as an arm pounding into her bottom. On the other side was the loud sound of her husband’s TV, less than three meters away.

With each thrust, the tip of the penis reached all the way to the cervix.

With each pull, the shaft dragged along streams of vaginal fluid, filling the crack of her ass.

“Slap… Slap…”

The sound of skin colliding was suppressed by her efforts to the point of being almost inaudible — but to Lang Phong, each “slap” was like an explosion in his head. He pounded his hips steadily, his thrusts becoming stronger, deeper, and more brutal as if he wanted to bury his cock deep enough to erase every trace of the man who had once possessed this woman.

“Um… ah…”

Aunt Tuyet groaned in her throat, her whole body trembling.

Tears involuntarily flowed from the corners of her eyes—not from pain, but from uncontrollable pleasure. Her pussy was contracting continuously, her vagina like a hot spring squeezing that giant penis, trembling as if it wanted to suck out every drop of semen that was about to spurt out.

“Ouch…! Baby… slow down… my husband is still… here…”

She whispered, her voice trembling, but her hips actively pushed back slightly, pressing closer to the throbbing penis inside her body.

“Auntie…” – Lang Phong growled softly, his breath blowing on the back of her neck – “This vagina… won’t let me stop anymore…”

“Slap! Slap! Slap!”

The sound of her hips pounding became more intense, each deep thrust causing her body to rise up from the sink, her chest pressed tightly against the marble wall, her full breasts squeezed until they were distorted.

Behind — he mercilessly thrust straight in, each deep thrust like punishment, as if wanting to force her uterus to contract to swallow his whole penis.

Outside the living room — Ha Hung was still engrossed in watching the football match.

Inside the brightly lit kitchen — his wife was being fucked by her own nephew, her semen was about to shoot deep into her womb, but she couldn’t even let out a single moan.

She burst into tears.

It was a choking pleasure, welling up in silence.

Being fucked right in front of her husband, without being allowed to make a sound — the feeling both scared her… and made her numb with addiction.

Ling Xue was now completely limp, her silky soft body was being penetrated deep into her uterus by Ling Feng’s penis, her consciousness gradually becoming numb with each spasm of her pussy. Her eyes were sparkling with infatuation, her breathing was ragged, and moans continuously escaped from her dry throat:
“Mmm… so deep… your penis… makes my uterus contract repeatedly…!”

But Lang Phong — he was like an awakened wild beast, his eyes shining with the arrogant light of someone holding power. Ability user! The country personally certified it! He alone was the overlord!

No need to hide! No need to bow!
Just want — he can press any woman under his crotch without fear of consequences.

Thinking of that, his hips tightened, and his penis buried in his aunt’s vagina jerked again. He didn’t pull out! He still thrust deep all the way to the bottom!
“Auntie…” — he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust — “From now on… you are my woman!”

Not waiting for her to react, Lang Phong suddenly squeezed her soft waist, using force to lift her up.

“Um… Phong… what… what are you doing…!?”

Lang Tuyet was startled, her body was suddenly lifted off the bed — but his penis was still intact inside her body, still buried deep inside her wet pussy.

Her legs reflexively contracted, clamping around his waist. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hardening from the friction, and her plump buttocks… were already being embraced by his arms, each soft muscle squeezed as if kneading a ripe fruit in his hands.

That position… extremely lewd.

“Ugh… don’t… I can’t… I can’t take it anymore…”

“If you can’t stand it, just moan loudly…”

Lang Phong chuckled, kissed her earlobe, then turned around… step by step — carrying her, with his penis still deeply embedded in her hole, heading straight towards the sofa.

On the other side… Ha Hung was sitting on the sofa, eyes glued to the big screen, watching a dramatic football match. The sound of the match echoed throughout the space, drowning out the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the dark hallway.

But Lang Tuyet was stunned.

“No… no way… I… I mean…”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

Lang Phong curled his lips, lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his deep, hoarse voice seemed to resonate into her spine:

“Let him see… see his wife being pinned down and fucked by her nephew… and moaning and begging to be filled…”

Her eyes widened in shock, but the constant contractions from her uterus reduced any resistance to trembling in his hands.

Lang Phong walked heavily step by step, his huge penis still buried deep in Lang Tuyet’s hot, moist pussy, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her trembling hands clung to his shoulders as if afraid that if she let go she would fall into the bottomless abyss of desire.

Ha Hung sat on the sofa just over a meter away, still intently watching the big screen with the dramatic football match. The light from the TV shone on his face, causing his expressions to change with the ups and downs of the rolling ball.

But behind him — a forbidden incest scene was taking place in creepy silence.

Lang Phong leaned his aunt closer to the chair, lowered his hips, and then began to… thrust.

“Um… Ummm…!”

Lang Tuyet almost cried out. That thick, thick shaft, after being clamped in the uterus the entire way, was now pulled out halfway and thrust back in — hard, deep, all the way.

She quickly covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide open, her whole body trembling. If she let out a single groan, the man just a meter away would turn around.

“Mm… um…!”

Lang Phong was like crazy, his penis was hot and hard, continuously going in and out of the body of the woman who had swallowed his semen all night. At this moment, the pressure of being discovered right behind her husband made his blood boil even more.

“Um… no… no… Phong… I will…!”

She moaned softly in her throat, but the moans only sounded like small cat sounds, suppressed by the hand covering her mouth. However, her body completely betrayed her. With each thrust, her pussy contracted more strongly, as if sucking, sucking tightly, squeezing all the semen from that manhood that was going in and out crazily.

The ball rolled, the commentator shouted from the screen.
The match was reaching its climax.

And so does Lang Phong.

The more he fucked, the closer he felt to his limit. His hot penis continuously thrust straight into Lang Tuyet’s uterus, pressing deep without stopping. The edges of her pussy were red, and her vaginal fluid flowed out, soaking her soft ass that he was squeezing as if kneading.

He bent down, bit her smooth white shoulder lightly, and whispered hoarsely:
“Take it… take all my semen into… fill my uterus…”

“Mm…! M… oooh…!”

Lang Tuyet trembled uncontrollably, her hands still trying to cover her mouth but tears welled up in the corners of her eyes because the pleasure was so intense.

“Umm… aa…!”

At that very moment —

“Slap!”

One extremely strong thrust, the penis buried to the root, the tip pressed against the violently convulsing uterus — and then, Lang Phong growled softly through gritted teeth:

“Shoot here…”

“Puff! Puff! Puff!”

Streams of hot semen gushed out like a volcanic eruption, shooting straight inside, filling every inch of Lang Tuyet’s womb. The amount of semen was so abundant that it caused her lower abdomen to swell up with each beat, and vaginal fluid flowed out from the edges of her hole, dripping onto the cool tiled floor.

But just a few steps away — Ha Hung was still engrossed in the soccer match, muttering:
“Go on… shoot again…!”

Little did he know that right behind him — his nephew was shooting his semen into his wife’s stomach.

Lang Tuyet buried her face in Lang Phong’s shoulder, her hands still covering her mouth, her body trembling. Her pussy contracted repeatedly, as if afraid of missing even a single drop of essence.

Lang Phong also did not expect that he had played so recklessly without Ha Hung knowing anything. The football match on the screen was still intense, the commentator’s shouts drowned out all the suppressed groans behind him.

He felt even more elated. The feeling of pinning another man’s woman down and fucking her right behind him, especially a hot mature woman like Aunt Tuyet — really made his blood boil.

Aunt Tuyet was now completely limp, her eyes were cloudy, her head was leaning on his shoulder, her lips were trembling silently. Lang Phong groaned softly in his throat, then slowly lifted his hips back to their original position — his penis was still deeply inserted, pulling out inch by inch… inch by inch… covered in hot vaginal fluid.

Just as he let go of her waist and placed her on the chair…

A soft gasp came from behind.

Lang Phong was stunned. He turned his head.

Y Nhien’s eyes were wide open, her mouth agape, her entire face red from shock — or… from something else that was even harder to say.

She stood there, in the hallway behind, half of her body hidden behind the wall, the light from the TV making every expression on her face even clearer.

Y Nhien swallowed.

She had just seen with her own eyes Big Brother Lang Phong — using that giant penis — thrust deep into her mother, right behind her father, less than a meter away!

That scene… seemed to hit straight into the bottom of her mind.

“Oh my god…”

Her legs unconsciously closed. In her head, only one voice echoed:

“Too tempting…”

Lang Phong had just pulled out of Aunt Tuyet’s body, carrying her back to the room in a state of sweat, semen still leaking with each step.

The football game in the living room is not over yet.

Ha Hung was still sitting on the sofa, his eyes glued to the screen, completely unaware that just a few steps behind him, his wife had just been fucked until her semen was oozing out of her uterus.

But when Lang Phong just stepped out of the room, before closing the door — his eyes met a familiar figure hiding in the corner of the hallway.

Y Nhien.

The little goblin was hiding behind the wall, her arms tightly hugging her chest, her face red, her eyes glued to the scene of him “taking her back to her room”, and clearly had seen everything that happened behind her father’s back.

Lang Phong stopped, narrowed his eyes, then… smiled softly.

The smile made Y Nhien’s whole body tremble.

He walked towards her, not fast, not slow — but each step was like a drum beating on the chest of that lustful young woman.

Y Nhien stepped back a bit, her back leaning against the wooden wall, her voice low, her eyes still filled with tears from excitement:

“You… you… what do you want to do…?”

Lang Phong looked at her for a long time, then whispered, his voice hoarse with desire that had not yet dissipated:

“Make me…”

Before he finished speaking, he reached out and hugged her waist tightly, pulling her slender body into his arms like lifting a toy.

“Um…!” – Y Nhien softly exclaimed, her whole body limp as noodles, her full breasts immediately pressed against his chest, her nipples lightly rubbing against the thin layer of shirt and standing upright.

Lang Phong’s hand was not polite, slid down to her butt, and squeezed hard.

“Ugh… you…” – she moaned softly, her waist convulsed, her entire soft pussy trembling like jelly.

“My sister is normally very horny, she even likes to climb on top and ride you like a horse. Why do I see you so shy today?”

His low voice echoed in her ears, each word like a spell hitting her nerves.

Y Nhien squeezed his shoulder tightly, her eyes sparkling, her voice whispering as if begging:

“It’s not… I… it’s just… I saw you fucking my mother like that…”

“Yeah, and then what?” – Lang Phong raised his eyebrows, his hand continuously squeezing her butt, then moved up to her waist, gently slipped into the edge of her lace panties, and gradually slid down.

“Are you jealous?”

Y Nhien bit her lip and shook her head.

“No… I don’t dare… it’s just… I saw your penis inserted deep into my mother’s uterus… too much…”

Her voice gradually became smaller, her face red.

“Does it feel good?” – Lang Phong breathed softly close to her ear.

Y Nhien nodded slightly.

“Um… so good…”

At that moment, Lang Phong’s finger had already slipped all the way in, touching the wet slit.

“Mmm…!” – she moaned softly, her head tilted back, her legs unable to stand anymore, having to hold tightly onto his shoulders.

“When I saw your dick penetrate your mother… your vagina started to leak, right?” – Lang Phong whispered, his fingers started to slide along the wet slit, gently parting the two lips to feel inside.

“Uu… ah… you… don’t say anymore…”

“Do you still want to suck me?” – he chuckled softly, his hand already deep, one finger poking straight into the gently contracting hole.

Y Nhien clutched his back tightly, trembling.

“Want… um… I want… stop teasing me…”

Lang Phong looked at her, his eyes were red like a wolf at night seeing blood, his fingers began to dig hard into her soft hole. Each time he dug, the edges of her hole twitched, her pussy juices oozed out, wetting her panties, flowing all the way to her thighs.

And out there — a few steps away — Ha Hung was still shouting and cheering for his favorite team, completely unaware that… his daughter was being pressed down and fingered right behind him.

Lang Phong picked up Y Nhien’s soft body as if she weighed nothing more than a feather, then walked straight to the sofa in the living room — where Ha Hung was sitting watching football, his eyes glued to the big screen, completely unaware of the wave of debauchery approaching right behind him.

“Put your hands on the armrest.” He leaned close to her ear and whispered, his hot breath burning every cell of her skin. “Then massage your father’s shoulders… he’ll probably love it.”

Y Nhien’s whole body shivered, her face red as if she had a fever. “Phong… don’t joke… like that… if he finds out then…”

“So what?” — He grinned, his hot cock still pressed against her ass, stiff and wriggling like a ferocious beast about to burst into her fragrant cave. “Don’t you really like the feeling of being secretly fucked in front of others? You even dared to sit on top of me and thrust back and forth in the car… now it’s just massaging my shoulders — can’t you do that?”

Y Nhien shivered. But then… she still slowly turned around, placing her two white hands on the sofa. Her knees bent slightly, her butt arched up high, the thin nightgown clung tightly to her butt, revealing every curve, the pink slit in the middle as if beckoning.

She bent down, her small hand lightly touched Ha Hung’s broad shoulder, pressed lightly, her voice soft as honey:

“Dad~ let me give you a massage~ I want to take care of you sometimes~”

Ha Hung startled and turned his head, saw his daughter standing behind him and massaging his shoulders, her head slightly bowed, long hair falling over her shoulders, her face gentle, her eyes curved in a gentle smile.

“What? Why are you so filial today? Are you out of money?” He raised his eyebrows and asked.

“Nooo~ I just want to love you a little~ There’s still money left this month…” — Y Nhien blushed and shook her head, her mouth pouted, her eyes quickly glanced behind.

Ha Hung smiled and nodded, then returned to the game. “Yeah, it feels good to have a girl massage me. It’s been a long time since anyone has been this attentive…”

As soon as he turned away, Lang Phong crawled up from under the sofa like a ghost, standing behind Y Nhien. He gently lifted her skirt, revealing her round, white buttocks. The thin, seemingly non-existent panties had slipped to the side at some point, revealing the edge of her pink, wet pussy, trembling non-stop.

“What a slutty goblin…” — He growled inwardly, then pressed his huge, burning cock against that place, starting to rub along the soft lips of the hole that was trembling with fear… and pleasure.

The shiny red head gently rubbed through each fold, sliding along the wet slit, making her jerk slightly, her lips biting tightly, her hands gripping her father’s shoulders and pushing deeper.

“Um…” — She couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, trying to hold her breath, but her whole body had already started to tremble because his penis was wagging provocatively at her most sensitive entrance.

Lang Phong gently leaned his lips close to her ear:

“Get ready… this cock… is about to fill my womb again… right in front of him.”

The red root, like a raging pillar of fire, slowly pressed into the trembling edge of the vagina, as if opening its door to welcome. The round, shiny tip rubbed and pressed, separating each pink fold like a flower petal being peeled layer by layer.

“Um…um…” — Y Nhien’s whole body convulsed, her lips trembling violently.

That penis… so big… so hot… and it was thrusting in slowly as if it wanted to torture every single sensitive nerve in her body. Every inch of flesh that slid in sent an electric shock down her spine, making her legs almost give out from the unbearable pain.

Her vagina—which had been leaking for a long time—was now stretched to its limit by the thick, thick shaft of flesh. Her entire lower abdomen was tense, bulging out under her skirt as the manhood advanced inch by inch, forcing her uterus to expand to accommodate that giant object.

“Ugh… ah… can’t stand it… no…!”

Y Nhien screamed in her throat, tears welling up in her eyes because of the intense pleasure.

Just then — her hand groped for a handkerchief lying on the back of a chair. Without thinking, she grabbed it, stuffed it into her mouth, and bit it!

“Mmmm!!!”

Her moans were stopped, but tears were welling up in her eyes. Her hands were still massaging her father’s strong shoulders, her body was shaking from the madness of the penis rubbing against her lower body.

“Umm…!” – the muffled moan came out in a soft vibrating sound, like a kitten drowning in pleasure.

Lang Phong curled his lips.

“You’re still not all the way in, baby, even though you’re moaning like that…” — He whispered behind her, his hands holding her slim waist, then slowly pressed harder.

“Slap…”

Another deep thrust caused the hot shaft to slide all the way in, the tip of the penis pressing against the wildly contracting cervix. Y Nhien’s whole body arched as if electrocuted, the hand that was massaging Ha Hung’s shoulder tightened slightly — but he only frowned, then continued watching football, unaware that… his own daughter was being fucked straight into the uterus right behind her.

Inside her vagina, that huge penis was still jerking rhythmically like a wild beast occupying its nest. With each contraction, a stream of vaginal fluid flowed out, wetting the edges of her pussy, sticking to her white thighs.

Y Nhien bit the towel tightly, her eyes blurred with tears, her two hands still had to continue to squeeze her father’s shoulders, while below she was being stabbed to the core, each thrust like a fireworks display of desire shooting into the depths of her heart.

The white semen was still oozing out in hot streams from Y Nhien’s wet pussy, flowing down the crack of her buttocks, down to her smooth white thighs. The last drops of that semen rain seemed not to want to stop, continuing to form streaks from her vagina, dripping onto the shiny tiled floor.

Y Nhien propped herself up on the edge of the cupboard with both hands, her body as limp as noodles. Her legs were still trembling, her pussy still twitching reflexively after each deep shot into her uterus. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed with pleasure, her body arched like a kitten that had just been fucked to the core.

Lang Phong was still standing behind, his bright red penis had just pulled out of her body, his shaft still dripping with her warm liquid mixed with thick semen.

“Um… Phong… you are really… a monster…” – Y Nhien gasped and moaned softly into Lang Phong’s ear, her hand gently stroking her lower belly which was a bit swollen from being too full, her voice hoarse as if she was about to cry but still sweet.

“It’s done, go to sleep. Tonight… belongs to someone else.” – Lang Phong chuckled softly, patting her butt.

Y Nhien was startled by the sudden pat, but then she giggled like a little demon, quickly pulled down her nightgown to cover her white body covered in semen, and whispered:

“I know… tomorrow night is your main course…”

With that, she secretly turned her head to kiss him on the cheek, then ran barefoot up the stairs, lifting the edge of her sticky skirt as she ran, afraid that the semen would spill out and fall onto the floor, leaving behind an indescribable, erotic scent.

At this moment, Ha Hung was still glued to the TV screen, completely unaware that his wife and daughter had just been raped in the kitchen a few steps away. He also did not see his beloved daughter walk by with her thighs trembling, her underwear soaked with semen, hurriedly walking back to her room as if running away.

Lang Phong was still standing there, his tall body leaning lightly against the sink, wiping the sweat from his forehead and then laughing to himself.

The feeling of fucking another man’s woman… was truly something he was addicted to.

The more it belonged to someone else, the more forbidden it was, the more it drove him crazy. Every thrust, every spill of semen inside—it wasn’t just dominance, it was a declaration of exclusivity.

He looked down at his cock—huge, red, veiny, and still oozing the last of its cum. This precious thing… wasn’t something to be used once and then given up.

“Tonight… is the real feast.”

He smiled softly, his eyes flashing with a familiar evil light.

Tonight, the next one — was the woman he had desired since the first day he entered this house.

Aunt Lang Tuyet.

…

Midnight

Lang Tuyet lay on her side, the thin silk nightgown hugging her soft body, making every curve stand out under the pale yellow light of the night lamp. After being pressed down by Lang Phong and fucked until her womb was filled with semen, she was exhausted, her body seemed to have no strength left, she could only go back to her room to lie down and rest.

Her husband – Ha Hung – also entered the room not long after, following his old habit: taking off his shirt, lying down on the bed next to her and pulling the blanket over him, sleeping soundly. Regardless of the fact that next to her was a woman who had just been fucked by her nephew until her uterus trembled. This man… was truly useless.

Lang Tuyet breathed evenly and glanced over, seeing Ha Hung already letting out his familiar soft snores. That guy just needed to lie down and fall asleep, in the past few years he had never fucked her properly, he could only say “so tired today”, then turned around and… fell asleep.

But just as she was cursing silently…

“Clack…”

The doorbell rang softly.

The dim light from the hallway shone in, clearly showing the shadow of a person furtively pushing the door open and entering.

Lang Tuyet widened her eyes.

It’s him!

Ling Feng!

Her nephew, who had just shot his load into her womb less than two hours ago… now walked naked into her and her husband’s room, his huge member still glistening wetly, raised high like a ferocious beast about to pounce on its prey.

“Oh my god…” – she screamed in her heart, her whole body trembling.

Lang Phong said nothing, just gently closed the door, then like a nocturnal predator, he quietly crept to the bed. Luckily, she and her husband slept on their own blanket – a habit since Ha Hung had “sexual weakness” and no longer wanted to be close to her.

He crawled under her blanket, his hot breath on her neck.

Lang Tuyet bit her lips, her hand quickly raised to cover her mouth, trying not to let a single moan escape.

Under the blanket, a sinewy hand had slipped in from behind, down to her waist, then slid to her round, soft as flour buttocks. He squeezed gently, then squeezed lightly — Lang Tuyet was startled, but still did not dare to make a sound. Beside her, her husband was still sleeping soundly, his breathing steady as if nothing unusual had happened.

“Um…”

Under the silk nightgown, his nephew’s hand slid across the soft skin, slid up the stomach, then gently touched the full breasts. A light rub, then pinched the nipples that were hard from overstimulation.

Lang Tuyet slightly curled up, her hands gripping the edge of the blanket tightly, her eyes wide open like a cat cornered in a corner. But she… did not resist.

The feeling was so familiar. That hand, that scent of skin, that hot breath… had just made her cry this afternoon. Now it was happening again… right in her husband’s room.

Then suddenly — Lang Phong flipped her over, unbelievably gently.

Her body was turned sideways, her butt pressed against the mattress, her legs instinctively contracted.

But then — his muscular naked body pressed down on her, his hot cock like a burning iron bar pressed between her thighs.

The tip of the penis rubbed against the lips of her pussy, still wet with old semen. Even though it had not penetrated yet… the feeling made her uterus contract again and again, as if waiting to be filled again.

Lang Tuyet trembled under him.

On one side was her husband sleeping soundly beside her — just a few inches away.

On one side was a giant penis, which had just filled her uterus, now it was stiff again, pressed against the entrance of her vagina as if it wanted to stab again.

She looked up at him, her eyes trembling as she shook her head slightly… but her hand couldn’t help but reach down, grasp that thick shaft, then gently guided it downwards…

The large, round head touches the edge of the hole.

The lips trembled.

Her uterus… began to contract in anticipation again.

The hot shaft was like a furnace just pulled out from a bronze forging, the shiny red head pressed against the soft edge of the pussy that was still twitching from being penetrated not long ago.

Just by touching it, her uterus contracted slightly — like a familiar reflex, welcoming, craving, trembling, waiting to be filled.

Lang Phong said nothing, just lowered his head and lightly licked her earlobe, then thrust his hips.

“Um…!”

Just a few inches of the tip of the cock slid in, causing Ling Xue’s entire body to tremble. Her vagina — after being filled with cum this afternoon — still hadn’t closed, but it was still so tight that every inch he pushed in, their skins stuck together with wet sounds.

Lang Tuyet squeezed her hand on his back, shook her head slightly, and made a choked sound like a bullied kitten.

“Um… slow… slow down… I’m dying… there’s someone else beside me…”

But — Lang Phong did not stop.

His cock – the thick shaft of flesh larger than a wrist – continued to penetrate bit by bit. The plump head spread the labia wide, then slid in as if through a layer of soft honey that was unbearably wet.

Her body convulsed, her legs trembling. The edges of her pussy seemed to open up, each pink fold engulfing every inch of that burning flesh, pressing against every inch of skin, squeezing so tightly that it was suffocating.

“Umm…!”

Lang Tuyet gritted her teeth, eyes closed, hands covering her mouth tightly, knees raised and pressed against his waist as if to stop him… but clearly — her uterus was pushed up, her lower abdomen also rose with each of his deep thrusts.

Then — “pop”

The entire penis is submerged to the base.

Lang Tuyet bit her lip until it bled.

Her whole body was shaking violently, her hand covering her mouth could not stop the moans from coming from her throat.

His cock was so big, so long, it stretched her entire pussy to its maximum, causing her lower abdomen to swell from being penetrated so deeply.

Beside him — Ha Hung was still sleeping soundly, not knowing that just a few inches away from his back, his wife was being pressed down by her nephew, who was thrusting deep into her uterus. Her vagina was contracting crazily, forcing her to strain herself not to let out a moan.

Lang Phong leaned forward, his lips touched her ear, and whispered softly like the wind:

“Too tight…my uterus is squeezing your penis again…”

Lang Tuyet could only moan chokedly, her soft body wrapped around him like tangled silk, her legs tightly clamped around his hips, her uterus trembling as if it was crying silently because it was being filled up again…

His burning hot cock was still buried deep inside, his body pressed against hers, their breaths mingling in the stuffy air between the two layers of blankets. Their sweat mixed together, flowing down her waist to the edge of her hole, creating a natural yet sinful lubricant.

Lang Phong gently squeezed her waist, then slowly — pulled out half of his body.

Just like that, her uterus contracted as if its soul had been sucked out. The thick head of his cock slid out from each fold, pulling waves of thick, sticky fluid out along the edges of her flesh. Her vagina seemed to be trying to hold onto him, each ring of muscle sucking tightly as if wanting to keep him there forever.

Then — he thrust his hips back.

“Umm…!”

Her whole body trembled, the tip of the penis thrust in deeply, hitting the flower center, causing her uterus to ache with a wave of numbing pleasure. Her hand covered her mouth tightly, her head shook slightly, her eyes wide open with worry as she looked towards the other side of the bed — where Ha Hung was still sleeping soundly, completely unaware.

“Um… gently… Phong… do it gently… please…” – she moaned in her throat, her lips trembling, tears starting to well up in the corners of her eyes.

But — Ling Feng continued.

He began to thrust gently, each thrust slow, deep, but decisive. His penis entered and exited her vagina like an iron rod poking into a soft silk cave — making small “slurp… slurp…” sounds, enough to drive Lang Tuyet crazy.

Each pull out is a notch of flesh rubbing each fold inside, then when inserted, push deeper, stronger — making the vaginal wall feel like it’s being stabbed to the very root.

Lang Tuyet covered her mouth so much that her hands trembled. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly like a water snake. Her tongue was bitten until it bled, but she still couldn’t stop her choked moans:

“U… uuu… Phong… no… no… I’m dying…”

Her uterus was contracting continuously.

The vaginal fluid flowed out and soaked the bed sheets.

Each gentle but powerful thrust made her lower abdomen tense up, her lower abdomen heaved like a drum, her uterus was suffocated by the hot penis.

Beside — Ha Hung turned over.

Lang Tuyet stiffened, her lips pressed together, her eyes wide open. But the man just pulled the blanket up and turned his back, completely unaware that his wife was being fucked to the core by her nephew.

That feeling — dangerous, forbidden, crazy — made Lang Tuyet orgasm instantly.

“Umm…!”

Her vagina contracted crazily, each contraction uncontrollable as if wanting to pull the semen out of the deeply buried penis.

Her uterus shook as if it were about to burst.

The hand covering her mouth couldn’t stop a stream of tears from flowing — not from guilt, but from unbearable joy.

Lang Phong felt it clearly.

The vagina was contracting like a snake’s mouth, sucking him in until he was suffocated. He growled softly, hugged her tightly, then gave one last strong thrust.

“Ugh… here it is… take it, auntie…!”

He jerked his cock, then ejaculated.

“Puff… Puff… Puff…!”

Hot semen shot straight into the contracting uterus, wave after wave like a tightening faucet, shooting deep, shooting strong, making her belly visibly tense.

Lang Tuyet’s uterus was filled mercilessly, each drop overflowed from the edge of her hole, flowing down her thighs, wetting the bed sheet.

His cock was still buried deep inside her hot hole—full, suffocating, pressing against every fold, as if he wanted to take her very life with that thick shaft of flesh.

Right next to him, Ha Hung was still sleeping soundly, completely unaware. Under the thin blanket, Lang Tuyet’s naked body was wrapped around Lang Phong like a vine strangling a tree, soft, trembling, but terrifyingly affectionate.

She hugged him tightly, her body trembling with pleasure from deep within her womb. His burning hot member followed her every slight bend and curved inside her pussy, pressing against her vaginal walls, as if tearing apart every inch of her intestines.

“Mm… feels good… so good… Phong… no…” – she whispered, her mouth moaning softly as the head inside her body jerked slightly like a provocative wink.

Lang Phong smiled, bent down to kiss her earlobe, his voice low and full of evil intent like a proud conqueror:

“Mine… deep?”

“Um…” – she shivered, her hands tightened around his neck, her legs also wrapped around his hips as if locking him out – “Yes… very deep… touching all the way to the uterus… Phong nhi…”

Hearing her call, he suddenly pushed his hips forward slightly — a seemingly simple push, but caused his entire large shaft to slide a bit deeper, pressing hard against the limp bottom of her vagina.

“Ugh…” – she threw her head back and moaned softly, her whole body trembling.

Lang Phong leaned close and whispered in her ear:

“Don’t call me that anymore… call me husband.”

Lang Tuyet opened her eyes wide to look at him, her eyes were hazy from sex and still had a hint of confusion. But just a few seconds later, when the penis inside her body jerked slightly as if hitting the bottom of her uterus — her whole body went limp again.

Her cheeks flushed, her lips trembling, she moaned softly:

“Old… husband… um ~ my husband… don’t… don’t move anymore… I can’t take it anymore…”

Lang Phong smiled wickedly, bent down and kissed her lips passionately. Their two bodies were tightly wrapped around each other in the suffocating darkness, his penis still lying deep inside her secret hole, constantly contracting, as if wanting to keep him in his arms forever.

…

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, shining obliquely on the large double bed.

Ha Hung woke up with a start, his hand reached out… touching the cold empty space.

The bed… is empty.

“Strange…” — he struggled to sit up, his head still a little dizzy. His hazy eyes glanced around, confirming once again — his wife, Lang Tuyet, was not beside him. The pillow still had a dent, a familiar scent lingered on the bedsheets… but there was no one there.

Ha Hung frowned. In his chest, there was an indescribable kind of restlessness that was slowly spreading.

Hurriedly put on his shirt, he hurried downstairs.

The sound of the pan of grease sizzling came from the stove.

Lang Tuyet was standing with her back turned, wearing a thin satin nightgown that hugged her figure tightly, her hair tied loosely, her body curves peeking out through the thin fabric, making even Ha Hung swallow his saliva.

She was frying eggs, her face calm, her movements soft, her bare feet walking silently on the white tile floor.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Still normal.

Nothing happened.

Everything… remains the same.

Lang Tuyet turned her head and saw her husband. Her lips curved into a soft smile:

“Are you awake? Come down and have breakfast.”

“Um… um…” – Ha Hung nodded, trying to force a smile, but his heart was still in chaos.

Because last night… he had a dream.

A bizarre nightmare—or rather, a lewd dream.

In his dream, he saw his nephew — Lang Phong — quietly push open the door and enter the couple’s bedroom, then without hesitation climb straight on top of his wife, thrusting his giant, bright red penis between her legs.

Right in front of him.

Right on the same bed.

He could only lie there, helpless like a cripple, unable to move — and Lang Tuyet… hugged Lang Phong.

No resistance.

On the contrary — moaning, arching her back, receiving each of those crazy thrusts with her tight vagina, even moaning the name: “Phong nhi… um… husband…”

“Honey…”

The word was like a knife cutting through his mind.

In the dream, he was not the one being called that — but a shadowy figure on the edge, only able to see his wife being penetrated deep into her uterus by another man’s penis, sucking semen until her legs were weak, but unable to do anything.

Ha Hung gritted his teeth, his back shivering.

He sat down on the chair, holding a glass of milk, his eyes still fixed on his wife’s figure bending over the pan.

That curvy ass.

Those smooth white legs.

That flowing hair.

And the image of Lang Phong pulling up her skirt from behind, then pounding her pussy that was dripping with vaginal fluid… kept appearing in his mind, clearly.

“Damn…” – Ha Hung muttered in his throat.

It’s a dream.

just a dream

But… in his pants — that small penis was slightly erect.

Ha Hung was shocked.

Why? Why the feeling of excitement?

Was it because of humiliation? Or was it because the image was too… lewd?

In his mind, a vision suddenly appeared — what if that dream was real?

If last night, after he fell asleep… that nephew really sneaked in… and pressed his wife down right next to him… inserted that arm-sized shaft of flesh into Lang Tuyet’s vagina, pounded her to the point where her uterus contracted, and then shot streams of thick semen all the way inside…

So what?

Lang Tuyet… how will she moan?

How much will she like it?

Did she close her legs, say “don’t”, or did she hug Lang Phong’s neck, call him “husband”, and arch her body to accommodate each thrust all the way to her cervix?

Ha Hung felt… his lower body suddenly jerk.

His heart was pounding.

Part of me wanted to curse that dream.

But another part… secretly wishes… if only…

Is that true?