Noble Mother and Daughter

The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Su Wanqing's office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. Lin Feng leaned back in the leather chair opposite her, a slow smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he watched her shuffle through a stack of papers she'd clearly lost interest in.

"You know, Wanqing," he said, letting her name hang in the air like a secret, "I've always admired how you handle business. Firm, decisive, never a wasted motion."

She looked up, her eyes meeting his with a flicker of something that wasn't quite annoyance. "Is that why you called this meeting, Lin Feng? To admire my professional skills?"

"Among other things." He let the pause stretch, watching her pulse quicken at the base of her throat. "We've known each other a long time. Since university, if I recall correctly."

Su Wanqing set down the papers and crossed her legs, the movement drawing his gaze to the curve of her thigh beneath her pencil skirt. "That was ten years ago. Ancient history."

"Ancient? I remember it like yesterday." He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a murmur. "The way you looked at me then... that same hunger's still there. I can see it in your eyes right now."

Her breath caught, and she made a show of checking the door—closed, blinds drawn. "You're very bold, considering my husband is your business partner."

"Wang Hao is a good man. Hardworking. Trusting." Lin Feng's smile widened. "He has no idea what his wife really craves, does he?"

Su Wanqing's mask of professionalism cracked, a slow flush spreading across her cheeks. "And what do you think I crave?"

"Excitement. Danger. A man who isn't afraid to take what he wants." He rose from his chair, circling the desk with deliberate slowness. "Tell me I'm wrong."

She didn't tell him he was wrong. Instead, she stood to face him, her voice low and husky. "You always were too perceptive for your own good, Lin Feng."

He reached out, fingers brushing the collar of her silk blouse. "I remember that night at the dormitory party. You wore a red dress, and you let me press you against the wall while everyone else was dancing. You whispered in my ear that you'd never had a man who could keep up with you."

"And you proved me right." She leaned into his touch, her lips parting. "I've thought about that night more than I should."

"So have I." His hand slid down, cupping her breast through the fabric. She gasped but didn't pull away. "You're still just as responsive. Just as beautiful."

"You're still just as arrogant." But she was smiling now, her hand coming up to cover his. "We shouldn't be doing this. Not here. Not with Wang Hao so close."

"Wang Hao is in a meeting across town. We have plenty of time." He pressed closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Unless you want me to stop?"

She shook her head, a shudder running through her. "No. Don't stop."

He led her to the leather sofa against the wall, his hands already working at the buttons of her blouse. She moved with him, eager and yielding, her professional composure dissolving into raw need. Within moments, she was naked from the waist up, her large breasts spilling free as he pushed her back onto the cushions.

"Still not wearing the right bra for business meetings," he murmured, tracing the edge of her lace cup.

"I was hoping you'd notice." She arched into his touch, her voice thick with desire. "I've been thinking about this for weeks. Ever since you suggested that partnership."

"And now here we are." He lowered his mouth to her nipple, sucking hard as she moaned and fisted her hands in his hair. "I'm going to make you remember this for a long time, Wanqing."

"Promises, promises," she breathed, but her body was already trembling.

He made quick work of her skirt and panties, positioning himself between her thighs. She was wet and ready, and when he entered her, she cried out, her back arching off the sofa.

"Yes," she gasped, "God, yes. Don't stop."

He fucked her with a rhythm born of long familiarity with control, watching her face contort with pleasure, listening to her moans grow louder and less restrained. The office—with its pristine glass walls and potential for discovery—only heightened the thrill. She came twice before he finally let himself find release, burying his face in her neck as he groaned.

They lay tangled together for a long moment, the only sound their heavy breathing. Then Lin Feng propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her flushed, satisfied face.

"There's one more thing I want to discuss," he said, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

Su Wanqing blinked, still dazed. "What?"

"Your daughter. Xiaodie." He watched her expression shift from pleasure to wariness. "She's getting big now. Eight years old? I saw her at the company picnic last month. She's going to be a beauty."

"She's just a child, Lin Feng."

"I know." He ran his hand down her side, soothing, persuasive. "But children grow up. And I've always had an interest in… developing their potential. Your potential was remarkable, even back then. I bet it runs in the family."

Su Wanqing's voice hardened. "I'm not going to let you—"

"Let me? I'm not asking for anything drastic. Just a chance to get to know her. Take her out for ice cream, buy her some pretty dresses. I can be very… generous with people I care about." His hand found hers, squeezing gently. "Think of it as an investment in our future. Yours, mine, and hers."

She was silent for a long moment, staring at the ceiling. When she spoke, her voice was barely a whisper. "You're asking me to pimp out my own daughter."

"I'm asking you to trust me. To give her experiences that will make her stronger, more confident. Just like I did for you." He kissed her forehead. "You turned out wonderfully. Why would you deny her the same?"

The silence stretched, and then Su Wanqing let out a slow, shuddering breath. "If I agree… you'll be careful with her? Gentle?"

"Of course. She's precious. I'll treat her like a treasure." He smiled, triumphant. "You have my word."

She nodded once, sharply, and turned away. "You'll need to come over for dinner. Get to know her first. Properly."

"Whatever you think is best." He stood, fastening his pants, watching her slowly collect her scattered clothes. "One more thing, Wanqing."

"What now?"

"Starting today, I want you to stop wearing underwear. To work, at home, everywhere. Just in case I decide to check on you when you're not expecting it."

She stared at him, a mix of indignation and arousal flickering across her face. Then she laughed, a low, throaty sound. "You're impossible."

"Is that a yes?"

"It's a yes." She stepped into her skirt without bothering with panties, leaving them crumpled on the sofa. "Happy?"

"Ecstatic." He was at the door, hand on the handle, when her phone buzzed on the desk.

Su Wanqing picked it up, glancing at the screen. "It's Wang Hao."

Lin Feng turned back, leaning against the doorframe with an amused expression. "Don't let me interrupt."

She cleared her throat, smoothed her hair, and answered with a competent, pleasant tone. "Hello, dear. How's the meeting?"

Wang Hao's slightly nasally voice came through the speaker. "Tiring. Lots of numbers. How's your meeting with Lin Feng going?"

"Productive. We're finalizing the partnership terms. I'll fill you in tonight." She kept her voice even, her eyes locked with Lin Feng's.

"Great. I'll pick up some takeout on the way home. Love you."

"Love you too." She ended the call and set the phone down.

Lin Feng opened the door, pausing to look back. "You're a remarkable woman, Su Wanqing."

"And you're a dangerous man, Lin Feng." But she was smiling again, her naked thighs pressing together under the skirt. "I'll see you at dinner?"

"Wouldn't miss it." He stepped out into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind him.

Su Wanqing stood alone in her office, the scent of sex still thick in the air, and let herself smile. She picked up the discarded panties from the sofa, held them for a moment, then dropped them into the trash can. Tomorrow, she'd start her new routine. And she couldn't wait.

Lin Feng arrived at the Wang residence just as the evening shadows stretched long across the lawn. He carried a bottle of expensive red wine in one hand and a small gift box in the other, his smile easy and practiced as Su Wanqing opened the door.

"Lin Feng, you shouldn't have," she said, her voice warm with welcome. She wore a simple silk blouse and pencil skirt, the fabric clinging to the generous curves she made no effort to hide. Her dark hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, and her eyes held a knowing glint that he recognized instantly.

"Nonsense. A man doesn't visit an old friend's home empty-handed," Lin Feng replied, stepping inside. His gaze swept the tastefully decorated living room, landing on the small figure curled up on the sofa.

Su Xiaodie looked up from her coloring book, her pigtails bouncing as she smiled. "Uncle Lin Feng!"

"Well, if it isn't the prettiest little girl in the whole city," Lin Feng said, setting down the wine and gift box. He crouched beside her, taking in the surprising fullness already visible beneath her pink T-shirt. "What are you drawing?"

"A rainbow. And a castle," Xiaodie said, holding up the page. "See? The princess lives here."

"Beautiful. Just like you." Lin Feng ruffled her hair, letting his fingers linger a moment longer than necessary. Xiaodie leaned into his touch like a cat seeking warmth.

From the hallway, Wang Hao appeared, adjusting his glasses. "Lin Feng! Sorry, I was buried in those quarterly reports. Wanqing, get our guest a drink."

"I already offered him wine," Su Wanqing said, already moving toward the kitchen. "Make yourself at home, Lin Feng."

Wang Hao led Lin Feng into the living room, apologizing again for the mess that wasn't there. They talked business for a while—joint ventures, market expansions, the usual platitudes that passed for conversation between men who were partners more than friends. Lin Feng nodded along, but his attention kept drifting to the kitchen where Su Wanqing moved, the sway of her hips hypnotic.

Su Xiaodie, bored with the adult talk, crawled onto the sofa beside Lin Feng. She pressed against his arm, her small hand finding his. "Uncle, do you want to see my room? I have new toys."

"Later, sweetheart. Your father and I are talking."

Wang Hao waved a dismissive hand. "Go on, show him. I need to finish these reports anyway. Lin Feng, stay for dinner. Wanqing's making her famous braised pork."

"I wouldn't miss it."

Wang Hao retreated to his study, leaving the door slightly ajar. The sound of his keyboard soon filled the air, a steady rhythm of oblivious productivity.

Lin Feng let Xiaodie pull him down the hallway toward her room. He cast a glance over his shoulder—Su Wanqing stood at the kitchen counter, watching them with a faint smile on her lips. She gave him a small nod before turning back to her chopping.

Xiaodie's room was a pastel wonderland of stuffed animals and storybooks. A canopy of pink fabric draped over her bed, and fairy lights twinkled around her window. She was so proud showing him her collection of dolls, her art projects, the special pillow shaped like a unicorn.

"See? This one is my favorite," she said, holding up a plush rabbit with floppy ears. "Mommy says it's almost as soft as I am."

"Is that so?" Lin Feng sat on the edge of her bed, patting the space beside him. "Come here. Let me see."

Xiaodie climbed up, settling close against him. She smelled of strawberry shampoo and innocent youth. Lin Feng's arm circled her small shoulders, his hand resting casually on the curve of her upper chest.

"Tired, sweetheart?"

"A little." She leaned into him, her eyes half-closing. "Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

"Maybe longer than that," he murmured, his fingers tracing a lazy pattern across her collarbone. Xiaodie shivered but didn't pull away.

"Mommy says Uncle Lin Feng is very special," she whispered. "She says I should be good to you."

"Your mother is very wise." Lin Feng's hand drifted lower, palm pressing against the shallow swell of her chest. Xiaodie tensed, her breath catching, but she didn't speak. He gently squeezed, testing her response. A soft gasp escaped her lips, but her eyes remained closed.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

Xiaodie shook her head slowly, her cheeks flushing pink. "It feels... strange. But not bad."

"Good girl." He continued his gentle exploration, his thumb tracing circles through the thin fabric of her shirt. "You're growing up so fast. Such a beautiful little flower."

The kitchen door creaked, and Lin Feng's hand stilled. Su Wanqing's footsteps approached, paused, then continued toward the study. "Wang Hao? I need you to check the wine selection. Is the Merlot or Cabernet better for braised pork?"

Distracted. Deliberately so.

Lin Feng resumed his touch, more confident now. Xiaodie's small body had relaxed against him, her breathing shallow and quick. Her hands clutched the plush rabbit, knuckles white.

"Uncle," she whispered. "Is this what Mommy does with you?"

The question caught him off guard, but only for a moment. "What do you mean, sweetheart?"

"She laughs funny when she talks about you. And her face gets red. And she tells me to be very, very good when you come over." Xiaodie opened her eyes, looking up at him with an innocence that felt somehow too knowing. "Are you Mommy's special friend?"

"Yes." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "And now I'm your special friend too. Do you want that?"

She nodded, a small, shy movement.

"Then you need to promise me something," he said, his hand sliding lower, resting on her belly. "This has to be our secret. Just between us and Mommy. Your daddy wouldn't understand."

"I promise." Her voice was earnest, the solemnity of a child making a sacred vow.

"Good girl."

The dinner bell rang, and Lin Feng reluctantly withdrew. Xiaodie scrambled off the bed, readjusting her shirt, the flush on her cheeks slowly fading. She took his hand again, leading him back to the dining room.

Su Wanqing had set the table beautifully—crystal glasses, white linen, candles flickering in the center. Wang Hao emerged from his study, rubbing his hands together. "Perfect timing! I'm starving."

Throughout dinner, Lin Feng felt the electric current running beneath the pleasantries. Su Wanqing's foot brushed his under the table, once, twice, a secret language of pressure and release. She leaned over to refill his glass, her blouse gaping just enough to offer him a glimpse of the cleavage she displayed so proudly. Xiaodie, seated beside him, kept stealing glances, her small thigh pressed against his.

"Xiaodie, eat your vegetables," Wang Hao said absently, his attention on his phone.

"I'm not hungry," she said, pushing her broccoli around her plate.

"Just a few bites, darling," Su Wanqing said, her voice light. "You need your strength."

Xiaodie complied, her doe eyes meeting Lin Feng's over the table. He winked, and she smiled, a secret shared between them.

After dinner, Wang Hao retreated back to his study, citing a critical deadline. Su Wanqing cleared the dishes, Xiaodie helping her carry plates to the kitchen. Lin Feng lingered in the living room, sipping his wine, watching them move in tandem.

"I'll put her to bed," Su Wanqing said, wiping her hands on a towel. "Then we can have that nightcap."

"Actually," Lin Feng said, standing. "Why don't I read her a story? You finish up here."

Su Wanqing's eyes flickered with understanding. "That's very kind of you, Lin Feng. Xiaodie, go pick out a book for Uncle."

"Okay!" The little girl ran to her room, her footsteps light and eager.

In Xiaodie's bedroom, Lin Feng settled into the small armchair by the window. Xiaodie climbed onto his lap, a picture book in her hands. "This one. It's about a princess who meets a dragon."

"Read it to me," he said, his arms encircling her small frame.

She began to read, her voice soft and deliberate. But Lin Feng's attention was elsewhere. His hands moved to her waist, thumbs sliding under the hem of her pink pajama top. Xiaodie stumbled over a word, breath catching, but continued reading.

"Uncle," she whispered, closing the book. "I can't focus."

"That's alright." He lifted her, turning her to face him. "We don't have to read anymore."

His mouth found hers in a gentle kiss, experimental and soft. Xiaodie's lips parted, unsure, but she didn't pull away. He guided her, teaching her with patient pressure. When he pulled back, her eyes were dazed, her lips slightly swollen.

"Did you like that?"

"I think so." Her voice was barely audible.

"Good. Because I'm going to teach you many things tonight." He stood, carrying her to the bed. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

He slipped out of the room, moving silently down the hallway. The study door was closed, a sliver of light underneath. Su Wanqing's bedroom door was ajar; she was sitting on the edge of her bed, running a brush through her hair.

"Done already?" she asked, her voice a knowing purr.

"He's still awake."

"That man never sleeps when he's on a deadline." She set down the brush, turning to face him. Her robe hung loose, revealing the lace of a nightgown beneath. "Take my daughter, Lin Feng. Teach her well."

In the dim glow of the nightlight, Lin Feng undressed Xiaodie with deliberate, gentle movements. She lay still, watching him, her large eyes filled with a mixture of fear and excitement. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her closed eyelids.

"It might hurt at first," he whispered. "But that pain will turn into pleasure. I promise."

"Like when I fall off my bike and Mommy kisses it better?"

"Something like that." He positioned himself over her, his body a shadow in the dark. "Are you ready?"

She nodded, her hands gripping the sheets.

When he entered her, a small cry escaped her lips. Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn't push him away. His movements were slow, careful, giving her time to adjust. He whispered sweet nothings, promises of pleasure and belonging.

"It's too big," she whimpered.

"Shh. Breathe. It'll feel good soon."

She clung to him, her small body trembling with each thrust. The pain began to fade, replaced by something she didn't have words for. A warmth building in her belly, a foreign sensation that made her gasp.

"Uncle," she moaned. "It feels... funny."

"That's right, baby. Let it happen."

He increased his pace, her body responding despite its innocence. She arched against him, her fingers digging into his back.

"Tell me you like it," he commanded.

"I like it." Her voice was thick, drugged with sensation.

"Say it again."

"I like it, Uncle. I like it so much."

He taught her words then, filthy words that he made her repeat. She mimicked him dutifully, her voice sweet and corrupted. By the time he finished, she was a sobbing, trembling mess beneath him, her body painted with the evidence of her depravity.

"I ruined you," he murmured, tracing the line of her jaw. "And you love it, don't you?"

"Yes." The word was a sigh, a confession. "I love it."

He cleaned her gently, kissing away her tears. She fell asleep in his arms, her small body curled against his, her trust absolute.

When he finally emerged, Su Wanqing was waiting in the shadows of the hallway. She wordlessly took his hand, guiding him to her own bedroom, where her husband's oblivious snoring echoed through the walls.

"Was she good?" Su Wanqing asked, her voice a quiet thrill.

"Perfect." Lin Feng kissed her, tasting his own sin on her lips. "She's a natural."

In the darkness, Su Wanqing smiled.

Lin Feng let himself into the house with the key Su Wanqing had given him two weeks ago. The foyer smelled of lavender and something floral—her perfume. He hung his jacket on the hook by the door and listened. From upstairs, the faint sound of a television cartoon drifted down. He smiled.

He found them in the master bedroom. Su Wanqing lay on her side across the king-sized bed, wearing nothing but a sheer black lace chemise that left nothing to the imagination. Beside her, Su Xiaodie sat cross-legged in a frilly pink nightgown, watching an animated show on the tablet propped against the pillows. When she saw Lin Feng, she set the tablet aside and crawled to the edge of the bed, her large breasts swaying heavily beneath the childish fabric.

"Uncle Lin!" she chirped, her voice bright and innocent, belying the gleam in her eyes.

Lin Feng walked to the bedside and sat down, reaching out to stroke Xiaodie's hair. "Good girl. Did you miss me?"

"Yes, Uncle. Mommy said you would come today."

Su Wanqing rolled onto her back, propping herself on her elbows. Her chemise had ridden up, exposing the curve of her hip. "Wang Hao left for his business trip this morning. He won't be back for three days." She said it like a gift being offered.

"Perfect timing." Lin Feng slid his hand from Xiaodie's hair down to her shoulder, then tugged the thin strap of her nightgown. It slipped down her arm, exposing one full, pale breast. Xiaodie didn't flinch. She leaned into his touch, her lips parting slightly.

"Lie down, both of you. Side by side."

The mother and daughter obeyed without hesitation. Su Wanqing shifted to the center of the bed, lying flat, her arms at her sides. Xiaodie lay next to her, so close their shoulders touched. Both sets of eyes fixed on Lin Feng, waiting.

He undressed slowly, enjoying their gazes. When he was naked, he climbed onto the bed and knelt between their bodies. He looked from one to the other. Su Wanqing's chest rose and fell with quickened breath. Xiaodie's small hand reached out and touched his thigh.

"Such an eager little girl," Lin Feng said, grasping her wrist. "Your mother has taught you well."

"I only taught her to be polite," Su Wanqing said, a smirk playing on her lips. "The rest she learned on her own."

"Liar," Xiaodie said, giggling. "Mommy told me to do everything you say. She said it makes you happy."

"Does it make you happy too?" Lin Feng asked, running his fingers along the edge of Xiaodie's nightgown hem.

"Yes, Uncle. I love when you touch me. And I love that Mommy watches."

Lin Feng leaned down and kissed Su Wanqing first, a deep, possessive kiss that left her gasping when he pulled away. Then he turned to Xiaodie. Her mouth was small, her kiss inexperienced but eager. She mimicked her mother's movements, her tongue darting out to meet his.

He spent the next hour toying with them both. He touched Su Wanqing's breasts, pinching her nipples through the thin lace until she moaned and arched her back. Then he turned to Xiaodie, sliding her nightgown all the way off and pressing his mouth to her chest, sucking and nibbling at the oversized mounds that seemed obscene on such a young body. Xiaodie whimpered and clutched his head.

"Please, Uncle," she whispered. "I want you inside me."

"Not yet. First, tell me what you want."

"I want your cock." The words came out practiced, almost rehearsed. Su Wanqing must have coached her.

"And what does your mother want?" He glanced at Su Wanqing, who was touching herself through her chemise.

"I want you to fuck us both," she said, her voice thick with arousal. "I want to watch you take my little girl while I help."

Lin Feng positioned himself between Xiaodie's legs. She was small, her body not yet developed for this, but she was already wet, her juices slick on his fingers as he prepared her. Su Wanqing leaned over and kissed her daughter on the forehead.

"Be a good girl for Uncle Lin," she murmured.

"I will, Mommy."

He entered her slowly, carefully, and Xiaodie cried out—not in pain, but in a strange, rapturous pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Su Wanqing reached down and guided him deeper, her fingers pressing against Xiaodie's clit. The three of them moved together, a grotesque harmony of moans and whispered obscenities.

When he finished with Xiaodie, he pulled out and turned to Su Wanqing. She had already rid herself of the chemise and was lying open and ready. He entered her in one smooth thrust, and she groaned, loud and animalistic.

"You feel so good," he said, gripping her hips. "Your daughter feels good too. She's going to be a slut when she grows up."

"She already is," Su Wanqing panted. "My little slut. She takes after me."

Xiaodie crawled closer and pressed her body against her mother's side, watching Lin Feng's cock slide in and out of Su Wanqing's pussy. She reached out and touched the place where they joined, her small fingers slick with both of their fluids.

"Can I lick you, Mommy?"

"After Uncle Lin is done," Su Wanqing said, her voice strained.

Later, when all three were spent and lying tangled in the sheets, Lin Feng propped himself up on one elbow. "I have a new rule," he said.

They both looked at him, docile and waiting.

"From now on, whenever you two go out—shopping, running errands, picking Xiaodie up from school—you wear a coat over sexy lingerie. Nothing else. No panties, no bra. Just the lingerie and the coat."

Su Wanqing's eyes lit up. "No underwear at all?"

"Not a stitch. I want to know that under your clothes, you're both naked and ready for me. And I want you to think about it while you're out in public. Everyone around you, they'll have no idea that the elegant businesswoman and her sweet little daughter are both dripping wet under their coats."

"Yes, Uncle Lin," Xiaodie said immediately.

Su Wanqing nodded slowly, a smile spreading across her face. "I like that. It's exciting."

Lin Feng stood up and walked to the dresser where Su Wanqing kept her jewelry box. He opened a drawer and pulled out her phone. "Now, for souvenirs."

He made them pose. First Su Wanqing alone, spread-eagled on the bed, her pussy exposed, her breasts cupped in her hands. She smiled for the camera, licking her lips. Then Xiaodie, lying on her stomach, her oversized rear lifted in the air, her small face turned back with a practiced pout. Then together, mother and daughter embracing, their tongues intertwined, their hands on each other's bodies.

"These are insurance," Lin Feng said, scrolling through the images. "If either of you ever thinks of telling anyone, I'll post them everywhere. Your husband. Your company. Xiaodie's school."

Su Wanqing laughed. "You won't need them. We're not going to tell anyone."

"We want to be your sluts forever," Xiaodie added, her voice sing-song.

Lin Feng pocketed the phone and lay back down between them. He felt the warmth of their bodies pressing against him, the soft weight of Su Wanqing's breast against his arm, the delicate curve of Xiaodie's hip under his hand.

"Good," he said. "Because I'm not done with either of you."

The upscale mall glittered with polished marble and ambient lighting, a cathedral of consumer desire. Lin Feng walked between Su Wanqing and Xiaodie, his hands casually brushing their backs through the thin material of their coats. The coats were all they wore over the transparent lace lingerie he had selected for them that morning—no bras, no panties, just sheer fabric that did nothing to conceal the dark peaks of their nipples or the shadowed cleft between their thighs. Mother and daughter walked with practiced composure, their faces serene, their steps unhurried. Anyone glancing at them saw a handsome man accompanied by an elegant woman and her daughter, a picture of well-to-do family life. No one noticed how the woman's breath quickened when the man's fingers traced the curve of her spine.

The fitting room of a high-end boutique was spacious, with a velvet curtain that pooled on the floor, heavy and soundproof. Lin Feng locked the door behind them, the click loud in the small space. Su Wanqing shrugged off her coat first, letting it fall to the bench, and stood before him in the lingerie that hugged her large breasts, the transparent lace revealing everything. Xiaodie copied her mother, her own coat dropping with a soft rustle. Her body was that of an eight-year-old, but her chest was abnormally developed, the lace straining over flesh that was full and heavy for a child. Lin Feng's hand slid up Su Wanqing's thigh, parting the damp slit of the lingerie's gusset. Her eyes fluttered half-closed, and she bit her lower lip.

"Be quiet," he murmured, his fingers working inside her. "There are other customers just behind that curtain. Can you hear them?"

Su Wanqing nodded, her jaw tight. A woman's voice drifted in from the next stall—asking her friend about a dress size—and the mundane chatter made the heat inside Su Wanqing spike. She pressed her hips forward, grinding against his hand. Xiaodie watched, her own hand sliding between her legs, her fingers pushing aside the lace. Lin Feng caught her wrist and pulled her close, his other hand leaving her mother to find the girl's wetness.

"Both of you," he whispered, "so eager. But we have to be quiet. Silent as a prayer."

He violated Su Wanqing first, positioning her bent over the small padded stool, her breasts hanging heavy. He drove into her from behind, his hand clamped over her mouth to stifle the cries. Her eyes were wild, darting to the curtain, listening to the oblivious steps of strangers. When he finished with her, he turned to Xiaodie, who lay on the faux-fur rug, her legs spread, waiting. Her body accepted him with a practiced ease that disturbed and thrilled him. She did not cry or complain; she arched her back, and her small fingers clenched the carpet as he moved inside her. When a child's laughter echoed from the corridor, she smiled, her eyes locked with his.

After, they dressed with calm efficiency, smoothing their coats, wiping the sheen of sweat from their faces. Su Wanqing reapplied her lipstick in the mirror. Xiaodie adjusted the bow in her hair. They walked out together, holding hands, the picture of innocence.

The coffee shop on the third floor overlooked a central atrium where a piano player performed. They chose a corner booth partially screened by a large potted ficus, hidden from most tables but exposed to the atrium's railing. Lin Feng sat first, and Su Wanqing slid onto his lap as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Her coat fell open, and his hand immediately found its way beneath the material, cupping her bare breast through the lace, rolling the nipple between his fingers. Xiaodie sat across from them, sipping a hot chocolate, her eyes fixed on her mother's expressions.

"You're trembling, Wanqing," Lin Feng said, his voice low, conversational. "Are you cold, or is it something else?"

"Something else," she breathed. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, her voice thick. "Your fingers are like fire. Every time you touch me, I forget where I am."

"That's the idea." He pinched harder, and she gasped, quickly covering it with a cough. A waiter approached, and Su Wanqing ordered a latte with forced steadiness. The waiter did not look twice, and when he turned away, Lin Feng slid his hand lower, finding the wet slick of her pussy. She was already soaked from the fitting room, her thighs slick. He worked her slowly as they talked, his fingers moving in and out while he asked about her day, her meetings, her thoughts on a new investment. Su Wanqing answered in a halting voice, her body trembling.

Xiaodie watched, her spoon idle in the whipped cream. Lin Feng reached across the table with his free hand and pressed it between the girl's legs. She did not flinch; she opened her thighs wider, her eyes never leaving his. He rubbed her through the thin lace, her body shuddering in silent ecstasy. Mother and daughter sat frozen in pleasure, their faces masks of composure, while a baby three tables over cried and businessmen discussed quarterly earnings.

Lin Feng leaned close to Su Wanqing's ear. "You raise such a good girl. She learns so fast."

"She takes after me," Su Wanqing whispered back, her hips grinding against his fingers. "We both know what we want."

The phone rang. Su Wanqing jumped, the sudden vibration startling her out of the erotic haze. She fumbled in her purse, pulling it out, seeing the caller ID: *Wang Hao*. She looked at Lin Feng, and he nodded, his hand still moving inside her. She answered with a cheerful, normal voice.

"Hi, honey. What's up?"

Wang Hao's voice was flat, distracted. "Just checking in. How's the shopping? Did you find that dress you wanted?"

"We're having a great time," Su Wanqing said. Her hips rocked subtly, and she bit her tongue to keep her voice steady. "Xiaodie is trying everything on. She's so full of energy." She forced a laugh. "I might need a nap by the time we're done."

"Don't spend too much," he said absently. "I'm in a meeting. See you tonight."

"Okay, honey. Love you." She hung up, and immediately her facade cracked. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her head fell back. "He never suspects," she moaned. "He never, ever suspects."

Lin Feng's fingers curled inside her. "That's what makes it so beautiful."

The suburban park was quiet on a weekday afternoon, the kind of place families visited on weekends but now lay nearly empty under a pale autumn sky. Lin Feng drove his black SUV into the gravel lot near the woodland trail, the tires crunching softly as he parked. In the back seat, Su Wanqing and Su Xiaodie sat close together, their hands intertwined, a shared knowing smile on their lips.

"Out," Lin Feng said, his voice low and commanding. He stepped out and opened the rear door, letting the cool air wash over them. Su Wanqing slid out first, her heels clicking on the gravel. She wore a beige trench coat buttoned to her throat, but beneath it, Lin Feng knew, was a black lace bra and matching thong he had instructed her to put on that morning. Su Xiaodie followed, her little pink coat zipped up, but underneath she wore a child-sized white lace set that Lin Feng had bought for her the day before. Her round eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Lin Feng led them along a winding path into a dense patch of woods, far from the main walking trail. The trees thickened, their branches forming a canopy that blocked out the sunlight. The air smelled of damp earth and fallen leaves. When they reached a small clearing surrounded by bushes, Lin Feng stopped.

"Strip," he said, turning to face them. "Coats off. I want to see what you've got on."

Su Wanqing obeyed instantly, unbuckling her belt and shrugging her coat off her shoulders. The beige fabric pooled at her feet, revealing her full figure encased in the black lace. Her breasts, heavy and round, strained against the bra cups, the nipples already hard through the sheer fabric. The thin strap of the thong disappeared between her cheeks, leaving little to the imagination. She posed for him, one hand on her hip, a smirk on her face.

Su Xiaodie was a second behind her mother. She unzipped her pink coat and let it drop to the ground, standing in her white lace set. The bra was too small for her developing chest—not yet womanly but fuller than any other eight-year-old's, thanks to the early development that Lin Feng had exploited. The cups cut into her skin, pushing her nipples out over the edge. The matching panties were so tiny they barely covered her. She looked down at herself, then up at Lin Feng with a shy yet eager smile.

"Good girls," Lin Feng said, stepping closer. He reached out and cupped Su Wanqing's breast through the lace, squeezing hard. She let out a soft moan, arching her back into his hand. Then he turned to Su Xiaodie, sliding his hand down her flat belly and into her panties. She gasped and parted her legs slightly.

"You're both so wet already," he said, his fingers finding her slickness. "My filthy little mother and daughter. You couldn't wait, could you?"

Su Wanqing shook her head, her voice low and breathy. "No, Lin Feng. Every time I think about what you do to us, I get so wet. I can't help it."

"I can't help it either, Uncle Lin," Su Xiaodie echoed, her voice high but filled with a precocious lust. "I love when you touch me."

Lin Feng pulled his hand out of Su Xiaodie's panties and licked her juices from his fingers. "On your hands and knees, both of you. I'm going to fuck the mother while the daughter watches."

Su Wanqing dropped to her knees on the fallen leaves, pressing her palms into the dirt. She arched her back, presenting her ass to him, the black thong a dark line against her pale skin. Su Xiaodie knelt beside her, turning her head to watch.

Lin Feng pulled down his zipper, freeing his erection. He didn't bother with her thong—just pulled it to one side and pushed into Su Wanqing from behind. She cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain, as he filled her. He started with slow, deep strokes, his hands gripping her hips.

"You like this?" he grunted. "Your husband never fucks you like this, does he?"

"No," she gasped. "Wang Hao is so boring. He doesn't know how to use me. But you do, Lin Feng. You know how to use a woman."

"I know how to use a mother and a daughter," he said, slapping her ass. The sound echoed through the woods. "Now, Su Xiaodie, watch your mama get fucked. And touch yourself. I want to hear you moan."

Su Xiaodie nodded eagerly and slid her hand down her panties. Her fingers moved clumsily but determinedly over her own tiny clit, her breath quickening. "I'm touching myself, Uncle Lin. I think about you putting it in me. I want it so bad."

Lin Feng sped up, pounding into Su Wanqing, sweat forming on his brow. The sounds of his hips slapping against her, her wet gasps, and Su Xiaodie's soft whimpers filled the clearing. After a few more minutes, Lin Feng pulled out suddenly, leaving Su Wanqing trembling and unsatisfied.

"Turn around," he said. "Both of you. On your knees, facing each other."

They obeyed, kneeling on the leaves, their bare chests nearly touching. Lin Feng stood over them, stroking himself.

"Now lick each other," he ordered. "Su Wanqing, lick your daughter's pussy. Su Xiaodie, lick your mother's. I want to see you both come on each other's tongues."

Su Wanqing didn't hesitate. She leaned forward, pressing her face into Su Xiaodie's white panties, pulling them aside with her fingers. She lowered her mouth onto her daughter's small, slick slit. Su Xiaodie gasped and threw her head back, but then she followed suit, burying her face between her mother's legs, her little tongue flicking out against Su Wanqing's wet folds.

The scene was obscene—mother and daughter devouring each other in a public park, while Lin Feng watched and jerked off.

"Use your tongue harder, Su Xiaodie," Lin Feng said. "You're not trying hard enough. Your mother deserves better."

Su Xiaodie increased her efforts, her face buried deep, her nose pressing into Su Wanqing's pubic bone. Su Wanqing moaned loudly, her hips bucking against her daughter's mouth. She in turn licked Su Xiaodie's clit with practiced precision, making the little girl squeal and squirm.

"That's it," Lin Feng said. "Tell me how it feels, Su Xiaodie."

"It feels so good, Uncle Lin," she gasped between licks. "Mama's tongue is so warm. I love it. I love being a dirty girl."

"You're the dirtiest little eight-year-old I've ever met," he said. "And your mother is the dirtiest mother. A perfect match."

Just then, voices drifted from the main trail. Footsteps on gravel, getting closer. The tourists—a middle-aged couple and a small child, walking their dog. Su Wanqing froze, her mouth still on her daughter's cunt. Su Xiaodie's eyes went wide with terror, and she tried to pull away.

But Lin Feng grabbed her hair and shoved her face back between Su Wanqing's legs. "Keep licking," he hissed. "Don't stop. If they see you, so what? You're just a little girl in the woods with her mother. But I want you both to stay exactly like this. Not a sound."

The tourists were on the path about fifty feet away, hidden by a thicket of bushes. The dog barked once, and Su Wanqing felt her heart pound against her ribs. But beneath the fear, there was a dark thrill. She was exposed, naked in the woods, her daughter's mouth on her, and strangers were right there. She felt herself getting wetter, her hips grinding involuntarily against Su Xiaodie's tongue.

The tourists passed by, their voices fading as they walked on. It had been only seconds, but it felt like hours. When the footsteps finally disappeared, Su Wanqing let out a shuddering breath. She pulled her mouth off her daughter and moaned quietly.

"They're gone," Lin Feng said softly. "But don't stop. I want you both to come. Right here. Come for me."

Su Wanqing dove back into her work, licking her daughter's clit with renewed fervor, while Su Xiaodie's tongue worked eagerly inside her mother. Within minutes, Su Xiaodie let out a high-pitched cry, her body convulsing as she came on her mother's tongue. Su Wanqing followed a moment later, her moans muffled by her daughter's flesh.

Lin Feng pulled them apart and made them lie down on the leaf-covered ground. He knelt between them, stroking his cock over their faces. "Open wide," he said. "Both of you."

They opened their mouths, and he let his come spurt across their cheeks, their tongues, their lips. He painted them with it, then wiped the last drops on Su Wanqing's hair.

"Clean each other up," he said. "Use your tongues."

They obeyed, licking the come off each other's faces, swallowing it greedily. When they were done, Lin Feng stood and looked down at them with satisfaction.

"Now stand up," he said. "We're not done yet."

They got to their feet, their bodies slick with sweat and saliva, their lingerie askew. Lin Feng led them out of the clearing and back toward the main path. There was a park bench near a small pond, visible from the walking trail. He guided them to it.

"Sit," he said. "Naked. Right on the bench."

Su Wanqing hesitated for just a second. The bench was out in the open, and there were distant figures on the path. Then she shrugged off her bra and thong and sat down on the cold wood, spreading her legs. Su Xiaodie did the same, dropping her white lace to the ground and sitting beside her mother, her legs apart.

Lin Feng pulled out his phone and stepped back. "Look at me," he said. "Say cheese."

Su Wanqing and Su Xiaodie smiled, their faces still smeared with his dried come. Lin Feng took the photo, the phone capturing their naked bodies against the autumn backdrop.

"Perfect," he said. "Now lean into each other. I want one of you two kissing."

They turned and pressed their lips together, Su Wanqing's hand cupping her daughter's breast, Su Xiaodie's hand gripping her mother's waist. Lin Feng took another photo.

"Good girls," he said. "My perfect, filthy girls."

He pocketed the phone, then sat down on the bench between them, pulling them close. The cold air bit at their exposed skin, but they didn't care. They were his. And this was only the beginning.

The movie theater lobby was nearly empty on a Tuesday afternoon, the matinee show attracting only a handful of scattered patrons. Lin Feng led Su Wanqing and her daughter through the dim corridor, his hand resting casually on the small of Su Wanqing's back, fingers tracing the edge of her coat.

"You're sure the last row is safe?" Su Wanqing whispered, her voice a low purr. She clutched her coat tighter around herself, but the fabric did little to conceal the fact that she wore nothing beneath it except a delicate web of lace—crotchless, as Lin Feng had instructed.

"Safe as houses," Lin Feng replied, his eyes glinting in the flickering light of the projector. "I bought out the two rows behind us. The cleaning crew won't come until the credits roll."

Su Xiaodie clutched her mother's hand, her innocent face betrayed by the knowing glimmer in her eyes. She, too, wore only a coat, and beneath it, a matching set of lingerie that seemed absurdly inappropriate for a child her age. But her body was anything but childlike—breasts already large and heavy, straining against the lace.

They settled into the back row, the leather seats creaking under their weight. The film had already begun, a generic action flick with explosions and car chases filling the screen. The sound system hummed, drowning out any whispers.

Lin Feng turned to Su Wanqing first, his hand sliding under her coat. She gasped softly as his fingers found the wet heat between her legs. "Wet already?" he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

"I've been thinking about this all day," she admitted, her voice cracking. "Couldn't focus on a single email. Every time I thought about you, about being here, I—" She bit her lip as his fingers slipped inside her.

"Tell me," Lin Feng said, withdrawing his hand and bringing his fingers to her lips. She obediently sucked them clean.

"It felt like fire," she whispered. "I wanted you so badly I could barely walk."

He chuckled darkly, then turned his attention to Su Xiaodie. The girl watched them with wide, hungry eyes, her small hand already dipping beneath her own coat. "And you, little butterfly? What do you want?"

Su Xiaodie's voice was sweet but laced with a knowing sultriness. "I want what Mommy wants. I want Uncle Lin to make me feel good."

Lin Feng pulled her onto his lap, her small body trembling as he parted the coat. The lingerie was pink and frilly, a grotesque mockery of innocence. He hooked a finger under the fabric and pulled it aside, exposing her bare, smooth sex. "You're just like your mother," he said, his tone admiring. "Ready and waiting."

The movie played on, but none of them watched it. Lin Feng worked them in tandem—one hand on Su Wanqing, the other on Su Xiaodie—as they moaned into the darkness, each noise swallowed by the surround sound. The mother and daughter clung to each other, their gasps mingling.

"Do you feel it?" Lin Feng asked, his voice a harsh whisper. "How full you are? How wet?"

"Yes," they breathed in unison.

"Describe it," he demanded, his fingers moving faster.

Su Wanqing was first, her voice thick with lust. "It's like—like I'm melting from the inside out. Every nerve is burning. I can't think, I can only feel you."

Su Xiaodie followed, her words practiced, precocious. "It tickles and tingles, Uncle Lin. Makes me want to scream, but I can't, so it builds up like a balloon inside me."

Linfeng grunted his approval, his own arousal straining against his trousers. He had planned this carefully—the three of them, hidden in plain sight, violating every rule of decency.

As the film approached its climax, so did they. He pulled them both onto his lap, Su Wanqing straddling one thigh, Su Xiaodie the other. Their coatless bodies pressed against him, the lingerie damp and clinging. He freed himself and guided Su Wanqing down onto him first, her slick heat enveloping him. She rode him slowly, lips parted, eyes half-closed.

Then he positioned Su Xiaodie above him, her small entrance hovering. "You want it?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

He lowered her slowly, and she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The three of them moved together in a rhythm born of shared depravity. The movie's final explosion on screen was echoed by their own muted cries as they reached the peak simultaneously—Su Wanqing shuddering against him, Su Xiaodie arching back, a thin cry escaping her lips.

They collapsed, panting, sweating. The credits began to roll.

Footsteps approached from the aisle—a cleaner, pushing a broom. Lin Feng held a finger to his lips. Su Wanqing and Su Xiaodie scrambled to pull their coats on, buttoning up with trembling hands. By the time the cleaner reached their row, they were sitting primly, eyes fixed on the screen as if entranced by the film.

"Enjoy the show?" the cleaner asked, a bored, disinterested voice.

"Very much," Lin Feng replied, his tone steady. "Excellent sound system."

The cleaner nodded and moved on.

Later that evening, they returned home. Wang Hao was in the living room, laptop open, glasses perched on his nose. He looked up as they entered. "How was the movie?"

Su Wanqing slipped off her coat, hanging it in the closet. Her smile was serene. "It was a wonderful film. Very emotional. The main character—this undercover agent—he sacrifices everything for his family. I nearly cried at the end."

Wang Hao nodded absently, already turning back to his screen. "Sounds good. Maybe we can watch it together sometime."

"I'd like that," Su Wanqing said, exchanging a glance with Lin Feng that held a thousand unspoken secrets.

Su Xiaodie padded over to her father and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I liked the part with the car chase, Daddy."

"Glad you had fun, sweetheart." He ruffled her hair, oblivious.

Lin Feng stood by the door, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Well, I should be going. Thanks for a lovely evening."

Wang Hao waved without looking up. "See you at the office tomorrow."

La Feng met Su Wanqing's eyes one last time. Her hand rested on her daughter's shoulder, and both of them looked back at him with the glazed, satisfied look of the thoroughly conquered.

He stepped out into the night, the thrill of the forbidden still humming in his blood. The secret show was over, but the performance would continue.

The highway stretched ahead, a gray ribbon under the late afternoon sun. Lin Feng drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on Su Wanqing’s thigh. She sat in the passenger seat, legs crossed, skirt riding high. In the back, Su Xiaodie hummed a children’s song, her small fingers tracing patterns on the window.

“Excited?” Lin Feng asked, glancing at Su Wanqing.

She smiled, a slow, knowing curve. “Always, when I’m with you.”

He took the exit for a service area. The parking lot was half full—families, truckers, a few couples. He pulled into a spot in the far corner, partially hidden by a large van. The engine died. Silence fell, thick and expectant.

“Time to play,” he said, turning to face both of them. “Back seat. Both of you. Naked.”

Su Wanqing didn’t hesitate. She unbuttoned her blouse, slipped off her skirt, and crawled over the center console into the back. Xiaodie followed, pulling her dress over her head, her small body already familiar with the routine. They lay side by side on the leather seat, skin pale in the dim light.

Lin Feng climbed over the front seat, his body looming above them. He positioned himself between their legs, his hands roaming, squeezing, pinching. Su Wanqing’s breath hitched. Xiaodie let out a soft whimper.

“Let’s make this interesting,” Lin Feng said, his voice low. “I want to hear who can moan louder. Mother vs. daughter. Winner gets extra attention.”

Su Wanqing’s eyes sparkled. She arched her back, letting out a long, throaty moan that vibrated through the car. Xiaodie, not to be outdone, groaned in a higher pitch, her voice carrying a surprising depth.

“Good,” Lin Feng whispered. “Again.”

They competed, each moan escalating in volume and lewdness. Su Wanqing’s voice was deep, sultry, a woman’s pleasure. Xiaodie’s was higher, but raw, almost predatory. They traded sounds, building a rhythm that filled the car like a dirty symphony.

Then a car pulled into the spot beside them. Headlights washed over the windows. Su Wanqing froze, her body tensing. Xiaodie’s eyes went wide, her mouth clamping shut. Only Lin Feng remained calm, his movements steady, unhurried.

“Quiet now,” he murmured, his fingers still working. “Don’t move.”

The other car’s engine idled. A door opened, then closed. Footsteps on gravel. Someone was getting something from the trunk. The mother and daughter lay still, barely breathing, their bodies quivering under his touch. The seconds stretched. Another door slam. The engine revved, and the car pulled away, disappearing into the highway flow.

As soon as the taillights vanished, Lin Feng thrust harder. “Now, scream for me. Both of you. Let me hear who misses me more.”

Su Wanqing moaned first, loud and shameless. Xiaodie followed, her voice cracking with need. They filled the parking lot with their sounds, oblivious to anyone who might hear. Lin Feng watched them, their faces twisted in pleasure, their bodies writhing against each other.

When it was over, he pulled back, zipping his pants. “Get dressed. We’re not done yet.”

They drove on, leaving the service area behind. The sun dipped lower, painting the sky orange and pink. Lin Feng unzipped his fly again, guiding Su Wanqing’s head down. She bent over the center console, her mouth taking him in as he drove. In the back seat, Xiaodie’s hand moved between her legs, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Lin Feng said, his voice steady despite Su Wanqing’s rhythm.

“I’m thinking about your taste,” Su Wanqing murmured between movements.

Xiaodie’s voice drifted from the back, shaky but eager. “I’m thinking about how full my mouth feels when you’re in me.”

Lin Feng laughed, a low, satisfied sound. “Good girls. You’re learning.”

The coastal road wound along cliffs, the ocean glittering below. Su Wanqing’s head bobbed in the fading light. Xiaodie’s hand moved faster, her moans a counterpoint to her mother’s wet sounds. Lin Feng’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“When we get to the beach house,” he said, “I’m going to take you both on the sand, under the stars. Everyone who passes will hear you.”

Su Wanqing moaned in response, a vibration that made him groan. Xiaodie whimpered, her body trembling.

“And when your husband calls tonight,” Lin Feng continued, “you’re going to answer. Both of you. You’ll tell him everything is fine. That you’re having a wonderful time at the seaside. And all the while, I’ll be inside one of you.”

Su Wanqing’s eyes fluttered shut, her mouth working faster. Xiaodie’s breath came in ragged sobs as she pushed herself over the edge.

The car hummed along the highway, the three of them wrapped in a web of heat and promise. The beach house was still an hour away. And Lin Feng had no intention of wasting a single minute.

The afternoon sun blazed over the infinity pool at Lin Feng’s mountain villa, casting diamond-like sparkles across the water. A dozen employees from the joint venture milled about with cocktails in hand, laughing and splashing in the shallow end. Lin Feng stood at the deep end, a glass of whiskey in his hand, watching the two figures emerge from the cabana.

Su Wanqing stepped out first, her body clad in a black bikini that left little to the imagination. The top struggled to contain her heavy breasts, the fabric pulled taut across her nipples. A sheer mesh cover-up did nothing to hide the curves beneath. Behind her, Su Xiaodie trotted out in a matching child-sized bikini, her chest already disturbingly full for an eight-year-old. The top was damp, clinging to her developing mounds. She smiled innocently at the adults around her, but her eyes found Lin Feng immediately.

Lin Feng smiled and gestured them over. “Wanqing, Xiaodie, come join me. The water’s perfect.”

Su Wanqing walked to the edge, slipped off her flip-flops, and descended the steps into the pool. The water lapped at her waist, then her chest. Su Xiaodie followed, her small body disappearing under the surface until only her head and the top of her bikini were visible. They waded to Lin Feng, who stood chest-deep, the water concealing everything below his waist.

“Enjoying the party?” Lin Feng asked, his voice low, meant only for them.

“Very much,” Su Wanqing said, her hand brushing his thigh under the water. “You always know how to host.”

Su Xiaodie giggled and pressed her small body against his side. “Uncle Lin, the water feels nice.”

Lin Feng’s hand slid down, cupping Su Wanqing’s ass through the flimsy fabric of her bikini bottom. She gasped softly but did not pull away. His fingers dug in, kneading the soft flesh. “You two look beautiful today. Everyone’s staring.”

“Let them,” Su Wanqing whispered, leaning into his touch.

His other hand moved to Su Xiaodie, resting on her bare waist, then sliding down to the small curve of her bottom. The girl shivered and smiled up at him. “Uncle Lin, your hand is cold.”

“Is it?” He squeezed gently. “I’ll warm it up.”

Su Wanqing drifted closer, positioning herself so his hand could slip between her legs. Under the water, his fingers hooked the edge of her bikini bottom and pushed inside. She bit her lip, eyes fluttering shut. “Lin Feng…”

“Shh,” he murmured, moving his fingers slowly inside her. “People are watching. Smile.”

She forced a smile, her body trembling. Su Xiaodie watched intently, her small hand creeping up Lin Feng’s thigh. He guided her fingers to his hardening cock. Her tiny hand wrapped around it, stroking clumsily. He let out a low chuckle.

“Good girl,” he said. “Learning fast.”

A colleague swam by, waving. “Lin, you’re missing the volleyball game!”

“In a minute,” Lin Feng called back, his voice steady. Underwater, his fingers continued their work. Su Wanqing’s breathing quickened. He pushed her to the edge, then pulled back just before she could climax. Her eyes pleaded with him.

“Not yet,” he said. “Later.”

He withdrew his hand and gently moved Su Xiaodie’s away. The girl pouted but obediently stopped. “After the party, both of you wait in the changing room. Don’t leave until I come.”

“Yes, Uncle Lin,” Su Xiaodie said.

“We’ll be there,” Su Wanqing added, her voice thick with unfulfilled desire.

The party continued for another hour. People drank, swam, laughed. Lin Feng moved among them, shaking hands, making deals, all while Su Wanqing and Su Xiaodie lingered near the deep end, their eyes following him. When the last guest left, the villa fell quiet. The pool lights flickered on, casting blue ripples across the pavilion.

The changing room was tiled in cool marble, with a long bench and hooks on the wall. Su Wanqing and Su Xiaodie stood in their wet bikinis, water dripping onto the floor. Their skin was flushed from the swim. They waited in silence.

The door opened. Lin Feng stepped in, still in his trunks, his body glistening. He locked the door behind him.

“Kneel,” he said.

Su Wanqing dropped to her knees immediately, her heavy breasts swaying. Su Xiaodie knelt beside her, her small hands resting on her thighs. The mother and daughter looked up at him, their faces expectant.

Lin Feng stood over them, looking down. “You both did well today. No one suspected a thing.”

“We only want to please you,” Su Wanqing said.

Su Xiaodie nodded eagerly. “I want to please Uncle Lin too.”

Lin Feng reached down and cupped Su Wanqing’s chin, tilting her face up. “From now on, you will only wear bikinis like this. No more modest swimsuits. No more boring underwear at home. Whenever I see you, I want to see this skin. Understood?”

“Yes,” Su Wanqing breathed.

“And you, little one?” He turned to Su Xiaodie.

“Yes, Uncle Lin. I’ll wear pretty bikinis for you always.”

He smiled, then grabbed Su Wanqing’s hair and pulled her head back. “Open.”

She opened her mouth. He freed his cock from the trunks and thrust it into her throat. She gagged but took it, her eyes watering. Su Xiaodie watched, her hand moving to her own flat chest, squeezing through the wet fabric.

Lin Feng pumped into Su Wanqing’s mouth for several minutes, then pulled out and turned to the girl. He knelt in front of her, his cock still slick with her mother’s saliva. “Your turn, princess.”

Su Xiaodie parted her lips. He guided the tip into her small mouth. She struggled to take it, her jaw aching, but she didn’t stop. He held her head, fucking her mouth gently, careful not to hurt her. Su Wanqing watched, a hand between her own legs, rubbing herself through the bikini bottom.

When he was done, Lin Feng stood back. “Now, both of you. Kiss each other.”

They turned to face each other. Mother and daughter pressed their lips together, open-mouthed and wet. Lin Feng watched, stroking himself slowly. “Good. Now clean up. Your husband will be here soon.”

They scrambled to their feet, rinsing their mouths at the sink, wiping their faces. Su Wanqing adjusted her bikini. Su Xiaodie smoothed her wet hair. Just as they were composed, a knock came at the outer door.

“Wanqing? Xiaodie? Are you in there?”

Wang Hao’s voice, timid and tentative.

Lin Feng opened the door, stepping back. Wang Hao stood there in his work clothes, a tired smile on his face. “Lin, thanks for having them. I was stuck at the office.”

“No problem at all,” Lin Feng said warmly. “They had a great time.”

Wang Hao looked at his wife and daughter. Their faces were flushed, their bikinis damp. “Looks like you two really enjoyed the pool.”

“It was wonderful, honey,” Su Wanqing said, her voice a little hoarse.

“I swam so much, Daddy,” Su Xiaodie chirped.

Wang Hao nodded, oblivious. “Well, let’s get you home and changed.”

As they walked past him, Lin Feng caught Su Wanqing’s eye. She gave a subtle nod. Su Xiaodie looked back and smiled, her small mouth curving into a secret.

Lin Feng watched them go, the door closing behind them. He was alone in the changing room, the scent of chlorine and sex still in the air. He smiled, already planning the next encounter.