The Invincible Son-in-law

Homegrown flowers can never match the wild ones' scent!

Peng Yunyan definitely looked more beautiful than Peng Meizhu, but Meizhu was way more seductive and flirtatious—and men always had this thing for the thrill of something new.

So it was totally natural for Su Dingfang to want to explore his wife's younger sister too.

At the dinner table, Peng Meizhu kept raising her glass to toast Su Dingfang, even telling dirty jokes, making him laugh nonstop.

Lin Hao, on the other hand, seemed a bit uptight—he wolfed down his food and escaped straight to his own room as soon as he could.

There was just no way around it; he could see exactly what his father-in-law was after. Sticking around any longer would really have been out of place.

Peng Yunyan was the worst drinker, and the first to collapse. Right away, Su Dingfang called Lin Hao over to help carry his mother-in-law upstairs.

The moment Lin Hao got the call, he came downstairs from the second floor.

"I… I'm not drunk! I… I can… I can still drink…" Peng Yunyan was obviously wasted.

Su Dingfang and Peng Meizhu tried holding her up, obviously wanting to take her upstairs, but she was dead weight. That's why they got Lin Hao to pitch in.

"Lin Hao, what the hell are you standing there for? Come get your Aunt Yun up to the bedroom," Su Dingfang barked out loud.

"Okay." Lin Hao stepped forward, sliding his arm around Peng Yunyan's waist and lifting her hand to drape across his shoulder as he hefted her.

Su Dingfang watched Lin Hao help his wife up the stairs, and then he grabbed Meizhu's hand and grinned, "Meizhu, come on, let's have a couple more drinks."

"Brother-in-law, I'm already getting tipsy!" Peng Meizhu pretended to struggle a little, but in the end, let him hold onto her soft hand.

Su Dingfang really was feeling his liquor now—staring at this sexy little sister-in-law, the heat in his chest just kept climbing.

Lin Hao hoisted Peng Yunyan upstairs. She was heavier than he expected; he was panting by the time he half-threw her onto the bed.

Bang!

Peng Yunyan flopped down limp and boneless—and somehow managed to pull Lin Hao down on top of her.

Lin Hao twisted instinctively, but his face landed smack between two pillowy snow-white mounds. He jolted in shock and scrambled back up.

He stared: Peng Yunyan's little slip dress had come undone, and those soft, creamy hills inside couldn't be contained, spilling pale, tender flesh out into the open.

You had to admit, this mature woman was at her absolute prime—her full, perky breasts were basically every man's dream. Even Lin Hao's body started to heat up just looking at them.

But thinking about how this "stepmom" was still his mother-in-law, Lin Hao had to force down his urge, focusing on pulling off her shoes and getting her properly tucked in.

He knelt, slipped off her slippers, and when he looked up, he realized Peng Yunyan had rolled her skirt up, showing off two slender, perfect, lily-white legs.

But the real killer—right where those gorgeous thighs met, a skimpy pair of white panties, and right at the edge, a little wild patch peeking out. Lin Hao's cock stiffened instantly.

Gulp.

Lin Hao swallowed hard, body burning, barely able to control himself.

"This slut, always making things hard for me—today I'm going to fuck you till you can't get up!" Lin Hao muttered, slipping a finger under her panties.

What he saw was two plump, rosy lips—inside, two even tenderer little petals, with just a few stray hairs above. Lin Hao was completely mesmerized.

Just then, his cellphone buzzed again—it was his father-in-law calling.

"Lin Hao, how's your Aunt Yun?"

"She's fine, just out cold. Looks like she'll be sleeping the whole afternoon!"

"Let her rest then. Meizhu is drunk too, I'll take her home."

"Okay." Lin Hao cheered silently to himself.

But he knew exactly what that "take her home" really meant—chances were, they were off to get a hotel room somewhere.

Actually, Peng Meizhu's husband worked far away, leaving her home alone and lonely—a perfect target for Su Dingfang's wandering hands.

Lin Hao stood at the window until he saw Su Dingfang's car drive away, then finally closed the curtains and walked to the bed.

"Peng Yunyan, you slut—now it's you falling into my hands. Let's see how wild you get for me today!"

Lin Hao grinned coldly, reaching out to slowly start rubbing her soft lips between her legs with his fingers.

The touch made Peng Yunyan moan softly in her throat, her curvy body starting to twist and writhe. My Virtual Library Empire (M|V|LE1MPYR) thanks you for reading at the source.

Watching her face lost in pleasure, Lin Hao took out his phone, snapping photos to capture her sluttiness in all its glory.

Snap, snap, snap…

After a few shots, Lin Hao put the phone away, then drove a finger deep inside her with sudden force.

Ah—

Peng Yunyan shrieked, startled by the abrupt intrusion.

The shock sent this stunning, wanton Aunt Yun into a spasm—her brows knit tight, legs clamping hard as if trying to trap and squeeze the invading finger in two.

Who could've thought, Aunt Yun at thirty-eight could still be this tight—her inner muscles gripped Lin Hao's finger so hard he could barely move it.

If it couldn't move, then he'd just dig around—like fishing for eels. As soon as he started, Aunt Yun's thighs started to relax and part, practically begging for him to use a second finger, deeper, rougher.

Peng Yunyan's pretty lips parted, her breathing ragged. In the dim room, she still thought it was her own husband on top of her.

Lin Hao leaned in to kiss her soft, red lips, while his finger kept plunging in and out below.

"Mmm… mmm… eager little moans poured from Peng Yunyan's throat and nose.

The wildest thing—she fumbled clumsily to help Lin Hao strip, clearly craving a full-on fuck right now.

Lin Hao didn't wait—he stripped himself, leaving on only his tight briefs.

Still digging into her with one hand, he tugged down her slip's straps with the other, revealing her lacy bra, and peeled that off too in a swift move.

Two snowy, perky mounds jumped up, so big, so white, they practically glowed!

Lin Hao sucked in a shaky breath, hands climbing to knead her heaving peaks, squeezing and fondling hungrily.

"Mmm… aahhh…" Peng Yunyan writhed under his hands, flooding the room with her happy, wanton moans.

Lin Hao covered her soft lips again, sucking hungrily. Peng Yunyan responded, matching his kiss with her own feverish need.

At the same time, Lin Hao pulled her skirt all the way off, nudging it off her legs with his toes, leaving just her little white panties.

He wanted to feel every inch of her—the heat and slickness of skin against skin—so he climbed on top of Aunt Yun, pinning her down.

His chest pressed against her great, supple breasts, their flesh squishing and sliding together—every inch of him buzzed with pleasure.

"Husband… husband… I want it…"

Half-conscious, Peng Yunyan threw her arms around Lin Hao, kissing him hard.

Lin Hao answered her urgent kiss, pressing his lips down her face—her eyes, her nose, her ears—a trail of kisses down her neck until he clamped onto a ripe, red nipple.

"Sluuurp… sluuurp…"

He sucked hard, drawing lewd, wet sounds from their joining flesh.