Family Corruption-NTR

Chapter 107 107: Setting the Trap 18+

Earlier.

After Su Yu followed Lin Jianguo and left.

Lin Zhe withdrew his gaze, his hand unconsciously tightening.

In his palm was still his mother Wang Xiulan's hand.

Her fingers were slender, her nails trimmed round and clean, revealing a faint pinkish-white hue. The skin on the back of her hand was delicate, like a freshly peeled lychee, with only the faintest lines at the knuckles recording the traces of over forty years of this woman's life.

At this moment, this delicate hand was trembling slightly.

Wang Xiulan's beautiful eyes were fixed intently in the distance, her gaze seemingly able to penetrate the tightly closed wooden door and see the absurd scene unfolding inside.

Of course, she also knew what was happening there. A profound sense of ethical collapse assaulted her nerves, making it almost impossible for her to sit still.

"Mom, it's okay."

Lin Zhe's voice sounded in her ear at just the right moment, sounding very gentle.

As he spoke, he gently rubbed his thumb over the smooth back of his mother's hand. The exquisite sensation was like touching a fine piece of mutton-fat jade.

Wang Xiulan flinched as if scalded, her eyelids twitching. She turned her head to look at her handsome son before her, thinking of the once harmonious and orderly family, though plain, and then looking at the chaos filling the room now. A wave of bitterness surged from her chest up to her nose.

"Easier said than done, what if..."

Wang Xiulan trailed off, as if countless possibilities flashed through her mind:

What if?

What if she gets pregnant?

What if outsiders find out?

Or what if they actually develop feelings?

Countless "what ifs" swirled in her mind, each one enough to shatter a person's normal values.

Seeing his mother about to sink back into the quagmire of so-called worldly morals, Lin Zhe's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly before quickly smoothing out. He replaced it with a carefree smile and hurriedly cut her off:

"Ah! Sis, let's keep going, keep going!"

As he spoke, he released his mother's hand, grabbed the dice cup on the table, and shook it with a clattering sound.

The crisp clinking shattered the heavy atmosphere that had settled in the room.

Lin Yue had been kneeling on a cushion, lost in thought.

She was wearing a deep purple form-fitting knit dress, the hem barely covering the tops of her thighs.

Because she had made room for her father earlier, the skirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a large portion of her beautiful legs encased in sheer black pantyhose. The semi-transparent black stockings hinted at the fair skin beneath.

At that moment, those lovely legs were restless. Her knees were pressed tightly together, appearing demure, but her calves were unconsciously rubbing against each other at her sides.

Only Lin Yue herself knew the disarray hidden beneath that layer of black silk.

The pantyhose at her crotch had long been soaked through with the trickling flow of her arousal, sticking wetly to her labia. Every slight movement brought a sharp, tingling itch and a wave of numbness.

Su Yu's seductive dance earlier had not only aroused their father but had also left her wet.

Especially the moment their father stood up—the tenting bulge beneath the hem of his bathrobe, though glimpsed only briefly, was so thick, so menacing, even larger than her brother Lin Zhe's equipment by a full size.

In that moment, Lin Yue felt her sensitive points—her nipples—as if electrified, hardening painfully. Two streams of warm milk uncontrollably sprayed out, soaking the padding of her bra until it felt heavy and sodden, even seeping through the knit dress to leave a small, barely noticeable damp patch on her chest.

Hearing her brother's call, Lin Yue lifted her beautiful eyes and glanced at him.

Her gaze held a hint of resentment, a touch of helplessness, but more than anything, it was lit with the fire of desire ignited within her.

At this point, there was truly no turning back.

Since the sordid affair behind that door had already happened, stopping now on her end would only make things more awkward and torturous.

Better to ride this wave of madness and release some of that shameful fire burning in her heart.

With that thought, Lin Yue extended her hand—as slender as her mother's but far more alluring—and, following her brother's lead, picked up the dice cup in front of her.

Seeing this, Wang Xiulan's last bit of resistance deflated like a punctured balloon.

At this moment, any words seemed futile.

So, no matter how uneasy she felt inside, no matter how her stomach still churned from the alcohol earlier, Wang Xiulan sighed and reluctantly picked up her dice cup.

Clatter, clatter—

Three dice cups shook simultaneously.

Then, with a tap, Lin Zhe was the first to set his cup down.

"Mom, since Xiao Yu lost the last round, let's count it as my loss too. Come on, I'll challenge you!"

Lin Zhe smiled as he stared at his mother, his eyes lingering on the collarbone exposed by the neckline of her fitted trench coat.

Wang Xiulan's mind was no longer on the game at all; she didn't even have the energy to pray for a good roll. Hearing her son's words, she expressionlessly lifted her dice cup.

Peering inside: 2, 3, 2—7 points.

A very low roll.

The corner of Lin Zhe's mouth lifted. He casually flipped open his own dice cup: 4, 5, 4—13 points.

A crushing victory.

Wang Xiulan looked at the few bright red dice, her heart devoid of much turmoil—only a numb sense of inevitability. She turned her head and glanced at her daughter.

"Yueyue."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yue bit her lower lip and lifted the dice cup: 3, 3, 3—nine points.

Though it was technically a triple, under the rules of comparing totals, nine points still lost to thirteen.

But that wasn't important. What mattered was that Wang Xiulan had the smallest score.

Wang Xiulan had lost.

Since Lin Zhe was the eldest, he leaned forward with his hands on his knees and spoke first:

"Mom, truth or dare?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiulan instinctively wanted to avoid risks.

Su Yu had chosen dare earlier, and the result was dancing that shameless dance. She absolutely couldn't follow in her footsteps, so she said:

"Truth."

But just then, Lin Yue suddenly chimed in:

"Mom, you should choose dare too. Truth is so boring."

Perhaps she felt her mother's lifeless state was too much of a buzzkill, or perhaps her soaked underwear made her desperate for an outlet—even if it meant watching her mother make a fool of herself.

Lin Yue's voice was sweet and coquettish, tinged with a hint of pleading, but her eyes flickered with a strange light.

Seeing this, Lin Zhe's eyes shifted, immediately grasping his sister's intention.

The siblings seemed to have a natural tacit understanding in setting their mother up.

"Yeah, Mom, don't worry. I definitely won't make you do anything weird."

Lin Zhe looked utterly sincere, his eyes full of innocence, as if he hadn't just tacitly allowed his wife to follow his father.

Wang Xiulan stared at their expressions, her heart pounding with unease.

Why did she find it so hard to believe them?

But at that moment, faint, suppressed moans drifted from the bathroom—like Su Yu's voice, or perhaps the sound of water.

The sound struck Wang Xiulan's heart like a hammer.

The shock of her daughter-in-law walking into the same bathroom as her nominal husband right in front of her was still too overwhelming, leaving her mind in chaos and unable to spare any extra thought to detect the traps in her children's words.

In the next moment, Wang Xiulan closed her eyes wearily and gave a slight nod, agreeing.

As long as it wasn't too excessive, she'd just go along with it.

And once this mindset of "letting things fall apart" took hold, it was hard to rein in.

Seeing this, Lin Zhe's face lit up with joy, but fearing his mother might change her mind, he quickly feigned calmness, cleared his throat, and pretended to think for a moment before saying:

"Ahem, Mom, since it's a dare, it's only fair to move your body a little. So, just lie down with your legs apart for thirty seconds."

At first glance, the request seemed simple enough.

Just lying down—no need to undress or do anything embarrassing.

But a nagging suspicion that she was being set up still surfaced, making Wang Xiulan glance at her son doubtfully:

"Oh, is that all?"

"Just that simple?"

Lin Zhe nodded, smiling innocently:

"Yeah, just that simple. The tatami here is comfortable to lie on."

Wang Xiulan hesitated but eventually shifted her body slowly.

That evening, she was wearing a fitted trench coat over a light white knee-length pencil skirt.

The skirt looked elegant and dignified when she was standing, but as soon as she lay down, it accentuated the curves of her full hips.

Unaware of the trap she was stepping into, Wang Xiulan first turned sideways, propped herself up with one hand, and carefully lay down.

As she moved, the hem of her trench coat spread open like a blooming flower, while the pencil skirt inevitably rode up a few inches, revealing her knees and the plump, firm thighs above them.

Wang Xiulan preferred to wear nude stockings. These sheer, skin-toned fabrics, thin as cicada wings, could conceal the imperfections of her legs to the greatest extent, making her skin appear as smooth and delicate as if it had been airbrushed.

Lin Zhe looked down from above.

The light fell on his mother's beautiful legs, and the nude stockings reflected a soft, lustrous sheen, as if coated with a layer of raw glaze.

Her ankles were slender, yet her calves possessed the plumpness unique to mature women, with smooth and full curves. Her toes were pointed, and at the tips of the stockings, her curled toes were faintly visible, exuding an indescribable sense of restraint.

As he watched this scene, Lin Zhe's mind instantly drifted to his wife.

Was Su Yu in the bathroom right now, being stared at by his father in the same way? Were her legs spread even wider?

This thought caused Lin Zhe's inner desires to surge wildly, and his underwear tightened instantly.

A few seconds passed.

Just as Wang Xiulan shifted her body, finally settling into a proper supine position, her son's voice drifted over faintly.

"Mom, you have to lie still for thirty seconds. You can't move during that time, or we'll have to start the timer over. Sis, you keep time."

Lin Yue was also curious about what her brother was up to this time, but the feeling of doing something mischievous together inexplicably excited her. She nodded in agreement.

"No problem."

Then, before Wang Xiulan could react, she saw Lin Zhe slowly crawl beneath her, on all fours, inching closer.

Wang Xiulan watched as her son's face enlarged between her legs, and a sense of foreboding instantly rose in her heart.

"What are you doing?"

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Zhe suddenly reached out with both hands, grabbing one of her ankles each, and forcefully pulled them apart.

Swish—

The stockings made a soft sound as they rubbed against the floor. Wang Xiulan's originally closed legs were forced wide open, forming a shameful "M" shape.

The sudden attack startled Wang Xiulan. She instinctively gasped and tried to pull her legs back, her upper body rising as well.

"Ah! Xiao Zhe, what are you doing?"

But Lin Zhe made no further move, only pointing at her with a mischievous grin.

"Mom, you moved."

Wang Xiulan froze for a moment. Seeing the teasing expression on her son's face, she finally understood—this kid had been waiting for her to slip up.

He was deliberately messing with her!

A wave of embarrassment and annoyance surged in her heart, but it also ignited her innate competitive spirit.

Biting her lip, Wang Xiulan took a deep breath, lay back down, and tried to keep her voice calm.

"Fine, that one didn't count. Yueyue, start the timer again."

"It's just staying still, right? Let's see what tricks you can pull."

Lin Yue, watching from the side, had already guessed about seventy to eighty percent of her brother's intentions.

This wasn't a game at all—he was clearly taking advantage of the situation to cop a feel. But instead of stopping him, she found it amusing and even felt a sense of anticipation.

So she went along with her mother's words.

"Alright, Mom. Hold on—thirty seconds will pass quickly."

With that, Lin Zhe began his next move.

His palms slowly slid upward from Wang Xiulan's slender ankles.

The friction between his palms and the nude stockings produced an extremely faint rustling sound, transmitting an incredibly smooth sensation.

The surface of the stockings was cool and slippery, but the body heat radiating from beneath them was warm.

Lin Zhe's fingers felt the firmness and elasticity of his mother's calf muscles, a plump texture unique to mature women, far beyond what young girls could compare to.

No wonder some people just preferred older women.

At the same time, her son's large hands sent a tingling sensation, like an electric current rushing straight to her brain along her nerve endings.

Wang Xiulan bit her lower lip, her hands tightly gripping the tatami beneath her. Having experienced this before, she forced herself not to move, not to make a sound, even as those hands were already making her lower abdomen heat up...

Seeing that her mother was still holding on, even closing her eyes as if pretending to be dead, the smile on Lin Zhe's lips grew wider. He intensified his efforts, placing his palm over her knee.

The back of the knee is one of the sensitive spots on the human body. Lin Zhe deliberately traced his fingers there.

Instantly, Wang Xiulan's leg trembled violently, but she managed to hold back from pulling it away through sheer willpower.

Lin Yue, watching from the side, observed her mother's trembling eyelashes and the flush that now covered her usually dignified and stern face. The thrill of doing something mischievous grew stronger within her, but she kindly reminded her:

"Mom, hang in there, the time is almost up."

Hearing this, Lin Zhe's large hands no longer lingered, moving upward.

Before long, they reached the boundary between the stockings and her thigh—the edge of the absolute territory.

Any further up would be under her skirt.

Lin Zhe's fingers touched the thin edge of the flesh-colored stockings, adorned with lace, which felt slightly rougher compared to before.

Then, his fingertips continued upward, touching his mother's truly bare skin.

In that moment, a sensation even more delicate and warm than the stockings washed over him.

This was the softest, most tender flesh on the inner side of Wang Xiulan's thigh, untouched by sunlight for years, so pale it was almost blinding, and as soft as cotton.

"Mmm..."

Wang Xiulan finally couldn't hold back, a suppressed moan escaping her throat.

Her son's touch had completely crossed the boundaries that should exist between a mother and son.

His rough fingertips lingered at the delicate root of her thigh, tracing circles with an unmistakably sensual intent.

Instantly, her cheeks flushed like ripe red apples, her breathing grew rapid, and her chest rose and fell with each breath.

"Yueyue, how... how much longer?"

Lin Yue, upon hearing this, was almost done counting, but she narrowed her eyes and smiled:

"Ten seconds left, just ten more seconds."

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