[!!!] This chapter contains incest (son-in-law and father-in-law), intersex and cheating.
#2 Wiping Son-In-Lawâs Pussy
Village people get married early.
Although Jiang Zhiguo already has a daughter who is near her thirties, he is only forty-seven close to forty-eight, just in his prime.
Poor Zhao Wenze who is so intimate with a man for the first time. To add on, this man is so imposing and strong, even his dick is the type Zhao Wenze likes. But this man is his father-in-law.
By this time, Jiang Zhiguo has noticed Zhao Wenzeâs embarrassment, his dark-skinned face is a little red. As a rough village man, he doesnât know what to say.
âCough⌠If youâre done washing, Iâll wipe you dry. Donât catch cold. Itâs not a bother⌠Weâre all manâŚâ He tries to say so in a as a matter of fact manner, letting his son-in-law sit by the bathtub as he fetches a dry towel.
Zhao Wenze knows clearly that they shouldnât do this. The best choice now is to go out quickly. If he doesnât leave now, his secret will definitely be discovered by his father-in-law. But at the moment, he canât move an inch and even feels like leaving it to fate.
He closes his eyes and vividly feels the dry towel brushing over his neck, collarbone, chest, back, arms, waist and legs. Going along with the force the pair of hands is exerting, he opens his closed thighs.
He saw, he saw it⌠His dear father-in-law has seen his son-in-lawâs private places fully. He saw his son-in-lawâs pussy that wonât stop leaking water.
The towel pauses for a while then continues wiping, but the water there only increases the more he wipes. It just wonât stop.
âNgh~â The rough towel rubs the most sensitive clit, making Zhao Wenze unconsciously moan out loud. Their breathings become harder and harder.
Despite knowing that the most correct move at this moment is to stop and not continue, they just canât stop.
Jiang Zhiguo, who has been a farmer all his life, has never seen such a beautiful pussy. City people are so particular. They even shave their pubic hair cleanly. The big, thick outer lips wrap around the inner lips, looking soft and pinkish, like a flower bud that has not bloomed. The pink bead in the upper part of the flower has been rubbed hard while the flower cave below is shut firmly as water constantly pours out from slightly caved-in flesh. He has never seen such a tender man whose whole body is white like boiled eggs. Just one touch is enough to break it and this man looks even better than women. Thereâs no regret to die if anyone can fuck someone like this man.
They both have coincidentally forgotten their daughter and wives at this moment.
âYer pussy is leaking too much. Itâs not good to wipe while yeâre sitting down. Go outside and Iâll give you a good wipe.â
Zhao Wenze finally opens his eyes. The down-to-earth and honest farmer in front of him actually said such shameful words. As a refined and elegant teacher, his body actually went soft hearing such crude words.
Going out of the bathroom, Zhao Wenze loses his strength and falls on the sofa in the living room, not even able to make it to the bedroom. His clit is already hard from the towelâs stimulation and the two lips were rubbing each other as he walked. Just this short distance, the juices flowing down has wet the thighs that was just dried again.
Zhao Wenze collapses on the single sofa. The only rationality he has left makes him shamefully close his legs tightly and uncomfortably pick up a bolster to cover his naked body.
The tightly shut legs are eventually easily pulled apart by the dark, rough hands.
âWhat are ye ashamed of, child? What if ye catch a cold because ye didnât wipe yourself dry?â The village man, who is driven by lust, gives himself a just excuse, as if saying that, others will ignore his big and standing dick. As if saying that, his dirty-minded thoughts wonât be discovered.
âNgh~ Ngh ahâŚâ Zhao Wenze holds the bolster tightly in his arms, his slender legs slightly opened. His most sensitive place is being wiped by his father-in-law with a rough towel. Rather than saying wipe, it is more like rubbing.
His pussy is now rubbed so much by his father-in-law that it wonât stop leaking. The rubbing at the entrance isnât able to ease the emptiness and itchiness inside. The random wiping only touches his most sensitive clit occasionally, making him more thirsty instead.
âAh! Aha⌠Dad⌠No more⌠Donât wipe anymore⌠Ngh ah⌠It⌠It canât be wiped cleanâŚâ Despite saying no, he is opening his legs wider and wider, excitedly lifting his lower body, as if following his father-in-lawâs rubbing.
âThen what should we do? Why do city people have so much water! Iâll suck it out for you.â Jiang Zhiguo says, seeming serious.
This seemingly loyal, but actually hypocritical village man, is still acting troubled even though he clearly wants to fuck his extremely slutry son-in-law desperately. As if a father wiping and licking his son-in-lawâs pussy are as normal as wiping his back in the village.
They should be glad that Jiang Zhiguoâs grandson played video games till too late last night and probably wonât be able to get up before afternoon. Otherwise, they wouldnât know how to explain themselves when they get caught by their child.
Zhao Wenzeâs son would just see his rigid and stern teaching father lying naked on the sofa while his grandpaâs two big hands grab his fatherâs two white and tender legs respectively, licking happily between his fatherâs legs, and hear the âsqulech squelchâ sound of water. Moans that are out of tune would be coming out of his fatherâs mouth and it would be hard to tell if the expression on his fatherâs face, which is full of tears, is a painful or happy one as his father moves his thin waist to send his lower body towards his grandfatherâs mouth.
If Jiang Sha comes back at this time, how will they explain to their daughter, to their wife?
Her dearest husband is laying naked on her houseâs sofa and is being licked by her beloved father. This thirsty, lewd look would make her feel inferior and ashamed.
However, in front of desires, they canât be bothered to care.
Zhao Wenze seems to have been licked at his pleasure spot. A high-pitched scream escapes his lips as he vigorously lifts his lower body.
âOh my! Yer juices is all over my face. What to do? Thereâs even more as I lick.â The kind, rough face is indeed wet.