Feng Xian didn’t have a sweet tooth, but his mother and sister adored sweets. After a day of work, he was ready to head home and unwind with some gaming.

  When he arrived, the house was dimly lit, and he turned on the lights, expecting no one to be home. Instead, he found his mother lying on the couch, wearing a tight gray ce dress that accentuated her prominent breasts and deep cleavage. Her bck leather miniskirt had ridden up, exposing her small panties.

  Feng Xian gazed at his mother’s stunning beauty and sensual pose for a long time, taking in every detail. On the coffee table were two empty wine bottles and a small bottle of 45-degree liquor, with some spilled wine pooling on the table and floor.

  He approached her quietly and gently tapped her smooth shoulder. “Mom… you’ll catch a chill sleeping here. Let me take you to your room,” he said softly.

  Yang Yang slowly opened her eyes, still in a daze, and mistook Feng Xian for Tan Yue. “Yue… you’re back. Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me,” she said, her voice filled with sadness and clinging to Feng Xian’s hand.

  “Mom… I’m Feng Xian, not Uncle Tan. What’s wrong?” Feng Xian hurriedly expined.

  “Don’t… leave me,” Yang Yang murmured before falling back asleep.

  Since she couldn’t be roused, Feng Xian carefully lifted her and carried her to her room. She was surprisingly light, much like her daughter. Both mother and daughter maintained their figures and weight well. Fortunately, her room didn’t have a smart lock, so he easily opened the door. The room smelled of rose fragrance, possibly the same perfume her sister used.

  The bedroom was sleek and modern, with white walls, wooden furniture, and decorative pnts. A soft double bed with elegant bedding gave the space a fresh and cozy feel. Every item reflected her taste and personality.

  After pcing her on the bed, Feng Xian couldn’t resist the temptation of her enticing breasts. He reached out to touch them, gently caressing and squeezing through her clothes. “Wow… Mom’s breasts are as soft and estic as Auntie’s. The more I touch them, the more addictive they are,” he thought to himself.

  Suddenly, Yang Yang sat up, grabbed Feng Xian, and pressed him onto the bed. She y on his p, facing his stomach, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist. “Tan Yue… why can’t we just be together like this? Why did you leave me? Waaahhh…” she began to cry, still in her drunken haze.

  (So, Mom and Uncle Tan must have broken up, which is why she’s so heartbroken and drinking.) Feng Xian thought.

  “We’ve been like this for almost ten years, but you chose someone else. Why? Just because I couldn’t marry you? Waaahhh… you’re so cruel… so cruel!” Yang Yang sobbed, her small fists lightly pounding his chest.

  Feng Xian endured her emotional outburst, comforting her as if she were a child. “It’s okay, Mom. Just cry it out.”

  “Tan Yue… your body still feels so comfortable,” Yang Yang said, pulling up Feng Xian’s shirt and kissing his abs and navel.

  (Oh… Mom is treating me like Tan Yue. Her kisses are making my cock react. Ohhh… it’s getting hard.) Feng Xian thought.

  Yang Yang continued, her hands stripping off Feng Xian’s pants. His erect cock was now in front of her face, and she closed her eyes, extending her tongue to lick every inch of it.

  (Ohhh… Mom’s tongue skills are as amazing as Auntie’s. No wonder they’re sisters. This feels incredible!) Feng Xian thought.

  After wetting his cock thoroughly, Yang Yang moved her long hair aside and opened her mouth, taking the head of his penis. Her tongue swirled around the tip, causing Feng Xian’s hands to move involuntarily.

  He slid his fingers into her panties and began fingering her, drawing out her fluids. “Ohhh… this feels so good! Keep going deeper!” Yang Yang moaned.

  “You’re just like Auntie… so sexy. But Mom’s pussy is even softer and more tender. Your breasts are perfect too,” Feng Xian said, one hand fondling her breasts and the other continuing to pleasure her.

  “Ohhh… your fingers are so fast! It’s making my pussy clench so hard!” Yang Yang cried out, still licking his cock.

  After five minutes of oral sex, Yang Yang’s pussy was dripping with fluids, soaking a small area of the bedsheets. Feng Xian finally ejacuted, and Yang Yang held his cock tightly, ensuring no semen spilled out.

  The intense orgasm left Feng Xian leaning back at a 45-degree angle, savoring the pleasure.

  Yang Yang, however, felt a wave of nausea from swallowing so much semen. She pulled away and staggered to the bathroom, vomiting up the semen along with the wine in her stomach. “Uggghhh… uggghhh…”

  Feng Xian quickly pulled up his pants and followed her, gently patting her back as she vomited. After a while, she rinsed her face, sobering up slightly. She looked at Feng Xian with a mix of shock and shame, realizing what had just happened.

  “Feng Xian… did I just… give you oral sex?” Yang Yang asked, her hand covering her mouth.

  “Yes… Mom. It felt amazing,” Feng Xian replied with a shy smile, deserving an Oscar for his performance.

  “Son… I’m so embarrassed. This was all because of the alcohol… I didn’t mean to…” Yang Yang said, her face red with shame, and she quickly hid under the covers.

  “Mom, are you okay?” Feng Xian asked, walking to the bed.

  After repeated calls, she slowly emerged from under the covers, looking at him with a shy expression.

  “Son… can we pretend this never happened? I’m really embarrassed to face you now,” Yang Yang said, avoiding eye contact.

  “Okay, Mom. But you have to promise me one thing,” Feng Xian said, squatting down to face her.

  “What is it? Tell me,” Yang Yang replied, her heart racing at the thought of what he might say.

  “You’re such a good woman. Don’t be heartbroken over Tan Yue, who doesn’t love you. There are plenty of good men out there for someone as beautiful as you,” Feng Xian said with a smile, trying to comfort her.

  “How did you know he was the one who upset me? Was it because I called his name while drunk?” Yang Yang asked shyly, hiding her face under the covers.

  “Yeah… you were calling out for him earlier,” Feng Xian said, steering the conversation back.

  “Heehee… this is so embarrassing. Mom promises not to be sad over him anymore, and you mustn’t mention this again, okay?” Yang Yang said, still hiding under the covers, looking adorable.

  “Alright, Mom. Let’s call it a deal. Goodnight,” Feng Xian said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

  After the door closed, Yang Yang emerged from under the covers, her mouth still tasting the remnants of her son’s semen. (Son has really grown up. His cock is so thick and big. I shouldn’t think about what just happened, but… he’s my son. How could I even consider such thoughts?) she thought to herself.

  Feeling wet and guilty, she y back down, the alcohol making her drowsy once more.

  The next morning began with the familiar knock on the door and calls to wake up.

  “Bang, bang! Get up, little brother! Time to rise and shine!”

  Feng Xian slowly got ready and went downstairs for breakfast. His mother’s face, though still marked by st night’s sorrow, had a healthy glow. She seemed to be recovering well.

  However, she couldn’t meet her son’s eyes, clearly embarrassed by the previous night’s events. Though she tried to act normal, Feng Xian could sense her evasion.

  “Mom, are you okay? You haven’t said a word,” Hui Hui asked, noticing her mother’s silence.

  “Yeah… I’m fine. Just thinking about work. Eat up, Feng Xian,” Yang Yang replied, her voice trembling slightly when mentioning her son.

  “Okay, Mom,” Feng Xian said, maintaining a natural expression.

  “By the way, little brother, can you pick me up from work at 11 p.m.? We have a te meeting, and with that pervert still on the loose, I’m scared to walk home alone,” Hui Hui asked.

  “Sure, sis. Here’s some money I earned from my part-time job yesterday,” Feng Xian said, handing her half of his earnings.

  “Thanks, little brother. At this rate, you’ll pay off your debt in no time. Only you would tolerate your sister’s teasing, haha,” Hui Hui said, pocketing the money and teasing him.

  “Hmph… I’m still a student. I only work on weekends. At least I’m reliable and make good on my promises,” Feng Xian replied, starting to argue.

  The siblings bickered back and forth, eventually making their mother ugh.

  After a while, Auntie Yang Hong arrived to take Feng Xian to school. Her behavior toward him was more affectionate than usual, pyfully brushing his hair and pinching his cheeks.

  “Ohhh… Auntie, that hurts! Lighter, please!” Feng Xian said, his cheeks reddening.

  “Hahahaha… fine, fine. Off to school we go!” Yang Hong said with a smile.

  To Feng Xian and his mother, everything seemed normal. But unbeknownst to them, Yang Hong had already been conquered by Feng Xian, surrendering every part of herself to him.