Incest - Rose Love (Family Incest Adult Novel)

(1) Crying Honeypot

The small dining room was filled with the aroma of food. The mother and daughter in the room were eating dinner absentmindedly, looking out the window at the wind and rain from time to time.

The wind has become stronger this time, and the fog and rain have made the houses and lights near and far dim.

This is the first floor of an apartment-style residence. It is spacious and comfortable for a small family of three to live in. The reason why we bought this house was because of its small front yard. After nearly ten years of operation, this front yard of more than ten square meters has become a place full of flowers.

Xiuwei put down her bowl and chopsticks, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with difficulty and stood there, her eyes gazing longingly at the rose bushes in the corner of the courtyard.

The ones that were newly planted last year were fine, but that one was planted by myself when I bought this house. The flowers were in full bloom these two days, but now a few of the bright red petals have fallen into the mud, which is shocking.

"It's a light typhoon. We'll have a day off tomorrow." Li'er's expectant tone broke the silence in the room.

Sixteen-year-old Li'er has always had an instinctive resistance to schoolwork, or rather, she is unwilling to let her youth be constrained by a stereotyped schedule.

Xiuwei didn't say anything, and the two of them exchanged knowing smiles.

Both of them have the kind of beautiful looks that are often seen in celebrity posters. They look like they were copied from the same mold. They are both so elegant and beautiful, just like a pair of beautiful sisters.

The daughter's face has a more graceful look, while the mother's expression has a noble and graceful temperament. Their personalities are equally quiet and elegant, which makes them both enjoy getting along with each other.

Ever since Jianxiong was assigned to Shanghai by the company a year ago, the mother and daughter have felt particularly close.

Both of them are quiet by nature. If there is a typhoon holiday one day, the mother and daughter, who don’t have to go to work or school, will be lazy all day, eating some fruits and snacks, and spending the whole day comfortably and leisurely.

In fact, it is the same on ordinary holidays. Without Jianxiong to arrange their lives, Xiuwei and Li'er just casually read some books or play the piano to pass the holidays. Over the past year, they have become accustomed to such a comfortable life.

It's already September, and the Meteorological Bureau issued a mild typhoon warning yesterday. It's hard to say whether this typhoon will blow towards Hong Kong or Taiwan.

"After all, this wind won't blow to Shanghai." Xiuwei thought with a silly smile. She hugged her arms across her chest to imitate Jianxiong's gentle touch.

Jianxiong returned to Shanghai to work after his vacation two months ago. We have been married for more than ten years, but she still longs for his embrace.

Jianxiong is a man who loves his family very much. His company allows him to take a week off in Taiwan every three months, and he never misses it because of his busy work schedule. When he hugs himself and his daughter and chats on the bench in the living room, the happiness, warmth and comfort are enough to make up for countless lonely and empty nights.

"Just like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meeting on the Magpie Bridge."

Two months ago, on the night when Jianxiong was about to leave, Xiuwei complained coquettishly under him, her cheeks as red as that of a girl in early spring.

"Then, I'll love you all night long." Jianxiong thrust his penis into her body with all his strength.

"Maybe I won't be able to do it next time I come back."

Jianxiong's big hands gently stroked her slightly bulging belly, and he kissed every inch of her skin lovingly, as if cherishing a flawless work of art.

Who says it’s not? Although Xiuwei resists the fact that she is already 40 years old in her heart, her skin is still as white and delicate as that of a girl, and her figure is graceful and well-proportioned. She is bound to face the admiring eyes of men in the office or when she is walking on the street.

When Xiuwei thought of Jianxiong's hug and the men's lustful gazes, she felt a little itchy under her bulging belly. Xiuwei secretly looked back at Li'er, still suppressing the urge to move her hand between her legs.

Xiuwei started masturbating this year, and it became almost impossible to stop in the months after she became pregnant. She had never originally planned to get pregnant again after 17 years of marriage.

It was five months ago, the afternoon when Jianxiong first came home. Li'er was still at school and Xiuwei returned home early from the office.

Jianxiong and Xiuwei were kissing and making passionate love on the sofa in the living room. Their sexual fluid soaked the newly replaced velvet surface of the sofa, leaving a conspicuous water stain. The sexual desire that had been suppressed for three months erupted like a volcano. In her excitement, she forgot that she had no contraceptive measures and let Jianxiong pour his thick semen into her body.

"It just happened like that."

Xiuwei angrily recalled how she had worked hard to calculate the date when she first got married in order to conceive her precious daughter Li'er.

"I don't want it! I'm a 40-year-old elderly mother...can you please take it off?" After the examination confirmed that she was pregnant, Xiuwei made a coquettish and resentful request to Jianxiong many times on the phone.

"Li'er will also be unhappy. She has always been an only child and is already sixteen years old..."

"Let's have more children." Jianxiong always secretly fantasized about having another son.

Think of the heart-wrenching pain during childbirth, which is unimaginable for men; then think of the ambiguous smiles of teasing from relatives, friends and colleagues. Xiuwei's face felt hot and the sensitive parts of her lower body began to feel numb and itchy.

Xiuwei looked back and saw that Li'er was still staring at TV in a trance, so she quietly slid her fingers across her towering belly and stopped at her vagina to tickle it.

Perhaps because her sexual desire has become stronger after pregnancy, Xiuwei has been masturbating every night in the dead of night recently.

At first, she just caressed her body quietly, letting the sensitive throbbing of her vagina and nipples spread throughout her body, and gradually she began to fantasize about some passionate memories with Jianxiong.

"Do you want to eat oranges? I want to eat first."

"You eat first, mom will come over later."

Li'er had already walked into the living room with a fruit plate. Xiuwei pulled over a chair and sat down facing the courtyard. Outside the misty window, a few roses with their branches and leaves were swaying in the wind and rain.

Today, she was wearing Jianxiong's loose sweatpants. Xiuwei inserted her fingers into the waistband of the pants...

"Okay, don't worry, I'm coming..."

She lifted up her wet panties and decided to start from her clitoris this time in order to punish the restless numbness and itchiness inside her flesh.

The fingertips lingered on the swollen clitoris, and the familiar throbbing feeling quickly surged out.

"You are still the most obedient... Now I won't touch them, I won't..."

There is only one man in her life, Jianxiong, and she cannot imagine having sex with other men. Xiuwei has been acting very strange in recent days. Although Jianxiong has only been away for two months, the appearance of Jianxiong in her imagination when she masturbates becomes increasingly blurred. Sometimes she imagines him as a movie star or a man in her daily life.

Xiuwei concentrated on feeling the pleasure of the most sensitive part of her clitoris. The flesh inside her body began to stir. The obscene fluid gushed out and wet her fingertips, as if she was crying and asking for the fingertips to enter...

"Wait a minute, it's not your turn yet..."

I need some excitement and fantasy... those lustful men...

She was like a general commanding an army, patiently guiding her body's feelings, her fingertips continuing to work busy on the clitoris.

What would it feel like to have sex with another man? Will the thickness be different? Will the length make a difference?

Xiuwei decided to put a fingertip into the vaginal wall. She skillfully used her slippery finger covered with vaginal fluid to circle the protruding flesh several times, and then suddenly inserted a knuckle. The flesh wall immediately whimpered and sucked tightly.

"Only one finger, don't be too greedy..." She scolded in her heart, letting the knuckles of her index finger stay on the flesh wall and not go deeper, while her thumb was busy soothing the itchy flesh core.

"They are all naughty children..."

Xiuwei continued to use one knuckle to insert into the vaginal wall and rotate it, causing the body to twitch and tremble in a series of movements.

"I'm the only one who knows how to make it feel good..."

The thumb fiddles with the clitoris, and the fingers flip quickly, rubbing the sensitive flesh buds with varying degrees of strength using the flexible finger movements that only a woman who has masturbated can do.

The sitting figure was like a perfect statue. Xiuwei closed her eyes, tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and the desire in her body surged.

The love juices flowed between her legs, and this time the pleasure came faster. Fantasy is always exciting, especially those faces that don’t look like Jianxiong…

Will other men be as gentle as Jianxiong? Maybe they will be very rough and forceful, or they will show no mercy to me and put the hot cock into my honey hole...

In her reverie, it seemed as if Li'er opened the door to welcome someone in. In panic, Xiuwei pulled out her wet fingers and looked back from the window, only to find that there was a wet area between her legs.

"Aunt, luckily we made it in time for dinner." Ah Ming walked in, all rain-drenched, smiling.

"We just finished eating and thought you wouldn't come today." Li'er answered for her mother.

"Oh! Such weather..." Xiuwei remembered in panic that today was the day when Ah Ming gave Li'er math tutoring.

"It's raining so hard, why did you come here? Does your mother know you're coming? Change your wet clothes quickly."

"Take off your shoes first! The ground is full of water because of your steps." Li'er shouted excitedly behind her cousin.

Ah Ming still took off his shoes and socks nonchalantly, with raindrops all over his head and face, and let Xiuwei and Li'er push him into the bathroom.

"Throw all the wet clothes into the washing machine...I'll go find your uncle's clothes for you to change into."

When Xiuwei touched Amin's shoulder, she suddenly found that the boy was much taller than her. The masculine breath and muscular body made her heart flutter, and her body even felt a little dizzy.

While picking up clothes in the bedroom, Xiuwei was stunned for a long time before she realized that there were some wet marks on the outside of her sweatpants due to masturbation. It was too late to take a shower, so she hurriedly changed into her newly bought maternity clothes and hid her wet underwear.

He picked out a set of cotton sportswear and pants for Amin, and habitually picked up a set of underwear. He went to the bathroom in the bedroom and took out Jianxiong's bath towel. After thinking about it, he put the underwear down... It seemed strange for men to wear underwear together.

Xiuwei walked to the bathroom door and knocked on it hesitantly. When Ah Ming opened the bathroom door with his head lowered and half his upper body exposed, Xiuwei felt a little shy.

"Remember to blow dry your hair before going out to eat, don't catch a cold."

Xiuwei quickly shifted her gaze away from his naked chest, whispered to A-Ming, and then hurried away as if she had done something wrong.