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Chapter 17: Part 1: Awakened Hunger
Afternoon sunlight slanted through the blinds of Wang Li's living room, casting alternating bars of light and shade across the gleaming floor.
Dust motes drifted in the air, along with a lingering heat the scent of a young male's hormones that wouldn't dissipate.
Wang Li sank into her soft fabric sofa, fingertips unconsciously twisting the hem of her silk nightdress, while deep in her body it felt as if countless tiny ants crawled an itch to the core. The fire of desire that hadn't truly settled since returning from camp burned fiercely now.
That seaside suite steeped in thick musk, those chaotic-to-the-extreme scenes like red-hot brands scorched her nerves.
Xiaoyu's cold, controlling gaze; Xiaokai's reckless, powerful pounding; Chen Fang's deathly keening and convulsive peaks when taken front and back… And herself when both boys filled her front and rear at once the soul-splitting, annihilating surge and fullness.
Shards of memory came hot enough to burn every inch of skin.
She could even recall the rasp of Xiaoyu's rough fingertips scraping her tailbone, the pulsing heat of Xiaokai's semen deep in her rectum.
That extreme indulgence, beyond every taboo, worked like the strongest poison once tasted, impossible to stop.
Today, the wicked flame raged leaving her unable to sit still.
"Mom?" Xiaokai's voice husky with post-game heat came from the entryway.
He'd just finished basketball wearing only sweat-darkened shorts bare chest corded oiled bronze in the slanting light.
A few drops rolled down his firm abs into the low waistband tracing the coiled, potent outline below.
He cracked a cold cola pssst tilted it back in gulps; his Adam's apple worked breath and chest moving with primal vitality. The scene poured flame down Wang Li's fuse detonating her already boiling hunger.
Her gaze stuck to his sweat-slick chest, rolling throat, and that telling waistband.
Heat and hollow hunger flared low warm wetness spread unbidden soaking her thin panties.
She licked dry lips throat on fire her voice trembled under a husky purr: "Son, come with Mom to Auntie Fang's? Mom… feels stuffy and wants to… talk." She bit "talk" light and sweet with a rising hook at the end.
He set the can down metal clinked on glass.
Turning, those eyes hers in him now wild flamed as they landed on her flushed cheeks and heaving chest under silk nipples peaked and trembling with her breath.
He grinned boyish rogue, hunter's thrill: "Stuffy? Looks like Mom's… fire is back. Want to 'chat' about camp with Auntie?" He leaned on "chat," eyes devouring her; his crotch swelled visibly.
She rolled her eyes in playful scold sweet as honey then stood; the nightdress traced lush waist and hips.
"Talker. Are we going or not?" The tone urged; the eyes invited.
"Go. Of course." He laughed low voice already rough with impatience.
He yanked on a clean tee didn't hide the bulge.
Mother and son shared a knowing glance the air taut with lust and stepped out.
Target clear next door Chen Fang's home.
The door was ajar not unusual here.
Wang Li pushed in; the living room was empty and quiet.
A faint melancholy perfume lingered Chen Fang's scent.
"Sister Fang?" Wang Li called her voice jarring in the quiet. No answer.
"Not home," Xiaokai murmured an edge of excitement. His gaze swept the room and settled on the hall to the bedrooms.
The study door creaked.
Xiaoyu came out loose lounge pants, black tank strong arms clear collarbones.
His hair was damp fresh from a shower strands glinting at his clean brow.
Seeing them his steps paused no surprise on his face only deep eyes like an icy pool locking on Wang Li sharp enough to pierce her silk and reach her burning core.
No welcome only the oppressive survey of a hunter.
"Xiaoyu, home? Where's your mom?" Wang Li smothered the shiver his gaze raised half fear, more excitement and smiled warm but edged with a tease, swaying a step closer.
Her scent body wash blended with mature female musk drifted as she neared.
His eyes slid from her sultry face to full breasts to the neat sway of waist and round hip and only then did he speak flat: "Out. Something you need?" His glance passed over her to Xiaokai whose eyes burned and whose shorts tented; the boys' eyes met silent, aggressive accord.
Wang Li felt Xiaoyu's bare, marauding appraisal and her son's barely contained want behind her. The supermarket's phantom fear was long washed away by the flood.
She stared at Xiaoyu's handsome, cold face; the memory of his command and use at camp detonated with craving.
She didn't hide stepped in almost against him tilting her face up lips parted breath scented naked invitation with a thread of plea: "No 'business'… just… Auntie's heart… so empty… missed you two…" Her trembling hand bold pressed to his chest through the tank feeling the strong, steady beat.
His pupils tightened black fire lit deep.
He didn't push her away. He dipped cold breath on her ear voice low and dangerous undeniable: "Missed us? Then… prove it." His big hand clamped her waist pulling her close so she felt the hard line already raging under his waistband.
"Mmm…" Wang Li moaned sated tremor body melting clinging like a vine to his young power.
She turned her head eyes glazed to her son, already ravenous "Son… what are you waiting for…"
With a growl, he leapt a beast cut loose.
He seized her from behind mouth punishing the bared neck teeth marking her hands ramming under the nightdress over her soaked panties kneading the mound and hard pearl through the damp fabric.
"Ah ! Xiaokai… gentle… ah… killing me…" Her body jolted between front and back moans spiking.
She felt Xiaoyu's hand under the silk rough fingers pinching one peaked nipple rolling and tugging while behind, Xiaokai's fingers scraped and pressed her most sensitive bud.
Watching a mother-aged woman moan wantonly in his arms while her son toyed with her lit a rotten fire incest thrill and absolute control.
He tore the straps down white, full C-cups sprang free trembling.
He ducked beastlike mouth on the hard peak sucking and biting.
"Ah ! Xiaoyu… bite… bite Auntie Auntie's tits… are yours to eat… ah…" She writhed like a snake between them.
Xiaokai couldn't wait; he yanked the nightdress and soaked panties to her ankles baring her lower half muddy, fluttering petals and the dainty, summer-camp-opened ring above deadly lure.
He gripped his engorged, veined shaft no prelude lined the slippery mouth and rammed to the hilt from behind.
"Urr ah !!! Xiaokai ! So deep! You're splitting Auntie !" she screamed filled to bursting her core hammered.
He drove wildly root-deep harsh friction churned wet sounds flesh clapped on her cheeks in crisp slaps.
Xiaoyu released the reddened nipple watching her ripple under his brother's strokes eyes darkening.
He shoved her onto the big sofa on her back legs thrown over Xiaokai's shoulders.
Then he spread her legs and knelt his own raging shaft aimed at the slick, twitching back gate tight and hot the forbidden place they'd opened at camp.
"Slut itching in back too?" His voice was cold his hands sure.
He grabbed lube off the table (whether she'd placed it or habit stocked) smeared a mound and, greased, pressed the head to the ring hips drove lube easing the way forcing the ring to gape pushing, inexorable into the hot, tight heat of her rectum.
"Ah !!!! It hurts… so full… Xiaoyu… slow… you'll tear me… ah…" she screamed half pain, half bliss as both holes took thick rods front and back.
Fullness beyond words ripping total possession by both brothers engulfed her like a tsunami.
She felt split soul pushed out.
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