Love in Shanghai

Love in Shanghai
1. Main Characters:

Zhang Shuicheng, 58 years old; Lei

Fengjiao, 46 years old;

Zhang Feng, 28 years old;

Zhang Yun, 18 years old; Li Jiayan, 24 years old;

Wang Hong, 42 years old; Li Jiayan, 24 years old;

Wang Hong, 42 years old; Li Jiayan, 24 years old; Wang Hong, 42 years old; Li Jiayan, 24 years

old; Li Jiayan, 2 ...

3. Story Outline:

(1) Zhang Shuicheng and 21-year-old flight attendant Andy in the airplane WC

(2) Zhang Yun and 38-year-old CFO Liu Xia

(3) Lei Fengjiao and 18-year-old secretary Wang

Yuxin (4) Zhang Shuicheng and daughter-in-law Li Jiayan

(5) Zhang Feng and mother-in-law Wang Hong

(6) Zhang Yun and sister-in-law Li Jiayan

(7) Zhang Shuicheng and 25-year-old company employee Ming Xueer

(8) Zhang Yun and Lei Fengjiao

(I) Zhang Shuicheng and 21-year-old flight attendant Andy in the airplane WC

On the evening of November 5, 2001,

Zhang Shuicheng lay sprawled in a rocking chair on the 48th floor of the World Trade Center Riverside Garden. Looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows of his living room, he saw the dazzling night view of the Huangpu River, with boats crisscrossing its surface. He sipped his red wine and listened to the announcement on the radio about the host city for the 44th World Expo. When he heard "Shanghai," Zhang Shuicheng smiled. He had succeeded again. The 1,000 acres of land he had acquired in the Shangnan area of Pudong last month, overcoming opposition at the board meeting, was about to skyrocket in value.

Thinking of this, Zhang Shuicheng downed his wine in one gulp and dialed a direct line: "Xiao Lin, has the flight to the United States tonight been booked?"

"It's done, President," came the gentle voice of his secretary, Tracy Lin, on the other end of the line.

"I'm on my way, get ready."

The flight from Pudong International Airport to the United States took off on time. Zhang Shuicheng sat in first class. Why were there so few people today? Besides himself, there were only two or three others.

Zhang Shuicheng turned on his laptop and began planning his meeting with Smith of the A&K Group in the United States tomorrow. He absolutely needed to secure 5 billion yuan in funding to start the Shangnan project. By noon, Zhang Shuicheng had almost finished.

"Sir, would you like some coffee?"

The voice was sweet. Zhang Shuicheng looked up. She was so beautiful, with delicate features and a beautiful flight attendant uniform that hugged her full figure.

"Sir..." Obviously embarrassed by the stare, Andy blushed. Although men often looked at her like that on airplanes, she didn't expect this gray-haired old man to look at her like that too.

"Your name is Andy, how old are you?" Zhang Shuicheng glanced at her name tag.

"21."

"Hey, you look familiar. You're Zhang Shuicheng, the president of Mingcheng." Andy remembered the man on the cover of *Life Express* magazine she'd seen earlier that day—this was the man before her.

"Do you know me?" Zhang Shuicheng smiled slightly.

"You built your fortune from scratch, becoming one of the most legendary figures among Shanghai's top ten richest people." Andy's eyes were filled with admiration.

Zhang Shuicheng laughed: "Nothing special, just an ordinary person."

The two chatted and laughed for a while, and Zhang Shuicheng had already taken a liking to this young and beautiful flight attendant.

"I'm going to the restroom."

"I'll take you there."

Upon reaching the restroom, Zhang Shuicheng, taking advantage of the moment Andy opened the door, pushed her inside and closed the door.

"Mr. Zhang, what are you doing?" Andy resisted.

"Andy, I liked you at first sight."

"You could be my father, no, ah..." Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Shuicheng had already sealed her lips with his.

While enjoying Andy's sweet saliva, Zhang Shuicheng caressed her firm breasts through her shirt. Young breasts are so wonderful! At first, she resisted, but the respect and awe she had felt for Zhang Shuicheng before meant that her refusal was not very firm. As Zhang Shuicheng moved up and down her, Andy was soon lost in passion, half-closing her eyes, enjoying the pleasure that this white-haired old man was giving her.

Zhang Shuicheng, suppressing the discomfort of his engorged penis, quietly slipped his right hand inside Andy's uniform skirt, gently caressing her inner thigh through her stockings—so soft and smooth! Slowly, his hand slipped inside Andy's white panties.

"Ah...don't do that..." Andy let out a low moan.

Zhang Shuicheng inserted his fingers into her vulva, gently rubbing her young clitoris: "Don't be too loud, we'll be found out."

In the extremely tense situation where they were constantly on the verge of being discovered, both of their bodies were incredibly sensitive.

While squeezing Andy's full buttocks and sucking on her full breasts, Zhang Shuicheng pulled out his penis and guided Andy's hand to touch it.

"Yours...it's so big...so hot!" Andy whispered shyly.

The small bathroom was filled with the rapid breathing and throbbing of passion of the two.

As Andy stroked his penis, enjoying her soft, warm body, Zhang Shuicheng couldn't resist any longer: "Andy, put one foot on the toilet."

From behind, Zhang Shuicheng held Andy's fragrant buttocks, pulled her white panties down to her calves, and slowly inserted his large, black penis into Andy's peach blossom cave—soft and hot, her young cunt was truly wonderful. While thrusting, Zhang Shuicheng caressed Andy's breasts with both hands. Andy moaned softly, enjoying the thrusting of this old man who could be her father, occasionally turning back to kiss Zhang Shuicheng. The bathroom was a scene of lewdness.

"Ah...ah..." After hundreds of thrusts, Zhang Shuicheng couldn't hold back any longer.

"No...don't ejaculate inside...you'll get pregnant..." Andy sensed that Zhang Shuicheng was about to ejaculate.

But at the height of his climax, Zhang Shuicheng couldn't control himself and ejaculated his thick, old semen into Andy's uterus.

"I'm sorry, I really couldn't hold back..." Pulling out his penis, Zhang Shuicheng picked up a tissue and wiped Andy clean. His thick semen slowly flowed from Andy's vagina, trickling down her thighs. Andy closed her eyes, tilted her head, still savoring the climax.

Before getting off the plane, Zhang Shuicheng gave Andy 1 million yuan, and the two became close friends despite their age difference.

(II)

"Mr. Zhang, good morning." The security guard, Xiao Liu, standing at the garage entrance, greeted Zhang Shuicheng as he walked in.

"Good morning, Xiao Liu."

"Are you driving a BMW or a Forever brand bicycle today?" Xiao Liu teased.

"You little rascal." Zhang Shuicheng laughed and strode into garage number 048 in the underground garage. There was a magnificent black BMW parked there, next to which was a dilapidated Forever brand bicycle that was completely out of place. Every time he saw this broken bicycle, Zhang Shuicheng would think of the hard days when he was a salesman, and of course, the passionate years of starting his business.

Zhang Shuicheng got into his BMW and drove towards the Lujiazui Financial and Trade Zone. As he drove along Century Avenue in Pudong, looking at the beautiful greenery and towering buildings on both sides of the road, he couldn't help but sigh. Back when he was struggling alone in Shanghai, Pudong was still farmland. He used to ride his bicycle almost everywhere in Shanghai, including Pudong. Those were tough times. Compared to him, his two sons were truly fortunate.

Thinking of his sons, Zhang Shuicheng couldn't help but smile. Xiao Feng had always been obedient and hardworking. He had just returned from MIT with an MBA two years ago and was now the group's vice president, becoming his right-hand man. Last year, he married the daughter of a shipping trade tycoon and settled down. A man like him was now settled.

But Xiaoyun, sigh… Thinking of his youngest son, Zhang Shuicheng felt helpless. His unruly personality meant he always hung out with girls. He was almost a senior in high school, and he didn't know if he could get into Fudan University. If he didn't, he'd have to send him to the United States, even though Fengjiao strongly opposed it.

On the 56th floor of the Jinmao Building, at the Mingcheng Group,

Secretary Tracy Lin greeted Zhang Yun as he hurried in, noticing that he was holding the hand of his classmate, the CFO's daughter, Xiaoxue.

"Sister Lin, I'm not afraid. My dad's in America on business and hasn't come back yet," Zhang Yun replied with a grin.

"Manager Zhang called and said he's back and on his way to the company!"

"Hurry up and go to your mother's side." Zhang Yun was startled and quickly pulled Xiaoxue inside.

"How can you do this? Do you even have a brain..." They heard Xiaoxue's mother, Liu Xia's, scolding voice as soon as they reached the finance office door.

"My mom's in a bad mood right now. Don't let her see me, or I'll get yelled at again." After saying that, Xiaoxue quickly turned around and left.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Xiaoyun looked at Xiaoxue's retreating figure as she pushed open the door and went inside. "Aunt Xia, you're angry again. You'll age easily."

"Go out and do your work first." Liu Xia dismissed her subordinate. "Xiaoyun, you little rascal." Liu Xia laughed. "Which female classmate are you flirting with today?"

"Your daughter." Xiaoyun smiled inwardly. "No one else."

"I saw you at Tianma Entertainment City with a client last time. What were you doing there? You're still a child. Don't learn bad things." Liu Xia said with a smile.

Seeing Aunt Xia's ambiguous smile, Xiaoyun's heart skipped a beat. Liu Xia was 38 years old this year, wearing black high boots and sheer stockings, with a red scarf around her neck. She had beautiful features, and her professional attire accentuated her graceful figure. She was a typical strong woman.

'If I can't have your daughter today, I'll have you.' Xiao Yun grinned mischievously as he closed the door. He walked up to Liu Xia, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis. "Aunt Xia, do you think I'm still small?"

"Xiao Yun, what are you doing!" Liu Xia was stunned and took a few steps back. Xiao Yun had always groped her before, but she had always thought of him as a child and hadn't paid any attention. She never expected him to dare to do this today.

Xiao Yun looked at Liu Xia with a grin, calm and collected, and began masturbating, his penis suddenly becoming several times larger.

"This kid's bigger than my husband's," Liu Xia thought to herself, her face turning red.

"Aunt Xia, I like you so much."

"I...I could be your mother."

Xiaoyun hugged Aunt Xia tightly, kissing her lips passionately. "Aunt Xia, you're so beautiful, I like you so much. I'll talk good things about you to my dad, and then I'll promote you to vice president." While coaxing Aunt Xia, Xiaoyun's hands roamed over her body, groping her voluptuous figure.

"You little devil...you just know how to lie..." Aunt Xia pushed him away, but she didn't dare to be too forceful. This job, this position, was hard-won. Gradually, her body heated up, and her lower body began to itch. "Xiaoyun...don't..." Her voice grew softer and softer.

Xiaoyun helped Aunt Xia to the window, where they looked at the beautiful Pudong scenery outside the Jinmao Building. Xiaoyun rolled up Aunt Xia's business skirt, squatted down, and stroked her thighs and stockings. They were so soft and comfortable. She slowly moved upwards, caressing her two plump buttocks while pulling down her panties.

"Ah... Xiaoyun... don't... do it here..." Xiaoyun ignored her, spreading her two snow-white and plump buttocks apart, licking her vulva with her tongue. "Ah... don't... lick here, it's dirty here!" It turned out that Xiaoyun was using her tongue to deeply lick Aunt Xia's anus.

While watching Aunt Xia's exquisite black high-top leather boots, her black pantyhose pulled up to her thighs, and her white thighs contrasting sharply with the black, Xiao Yun masturbated. His penis was too hard. Xiao Yun stood up, helped Aunt Xia up, and slowly inserted his penis into her vagina from behind.

"Ah..."

"Don't be too loud, we're in the office." Xiao Yun gently kissed Aunt Xia's earlobe, thrusting in and out of the beautiful middle-aged woman's honey hole. It felt so good!

"Aunt Xia, lift this leg up." Xiao Yun held Aunt Xia's right leg, admiring his black penis going in and out of Aunt Xia's beautiful vagina, flipping in and out. The whole office was filled with the "squeaking" sounds of thrusting and the two people's panting breaths.

"Ah...don't pull it out..."

Xiaoyun suddenly turned around and picked up Aunt Xia, making her face him. Looking into Aunt Xia's smiling eyes, Aunt Xia covered her eyes in embarrassment.

"Aunt Xia, was it good just now?"

"You little rascal."

Xiaoyun grabbed Aunt Xia's legs and picked her up in one go: "Aunt Xia, you're so heavy."

"Xiaoyun, what are you doing? Put me down!"

Although Xiaoyun was only 18 years old, she was already 1.7 meters tall and very strong: "Aunt Xia, let's change positions." She lifted Aunt Xia's buttocks, guided her penis to her vagina, and slowly lowered it.

"Ah..." In a lewd position, Aunt Xia blushed deeply, feeling incredibly ashamed to be done to like this by a child old enough to be her son. "Hurry up, someone will be coming in soon."

Xiao Yun lifted Aunt Xia's buttocks, raising and lowering them, enjoying the friction of his penis in this position, admiring Aunt Xia's tightly furrowed brows, slightly open mouth, and flaring nose—how lewd! The strong woman who had been so domineering and stern just moments before was now groaning in submission beneath him.

"Ah...ah..." After hundreds of thrusts, Xiaoyun ejaculated, clinging tightly to Aunt Xia, kissing her lips, and forcefully shooting his young semen deep into the beautiful woman's womb. Aunt Xia also tightly hugged Xiaoyun's neck, enjoying the spasms of orgasm.

"Aunt Xia, I'm going to come home and fuck you from now on," Xiaoyun told Aunt Xia as he left.

(III)

Shanghai West Suburbs Manor, Zhang Shuicheng's private villa.

"Mom, are we going to West Lake this morning?" Zhang Yun asked his mother while biting into his bread.

"Yes, your dad said he's free today." Lei Fengjiao, dressed in all black, looked even more dignified and beautiful.

"Aunt Zhang, go upstairs and tell Shuicheng to get up quickly."

Just as Aunt Zhang was about to answer, Zhang Shuicheng came downstairs in his pajamas, holding a phone.

"Hello, Xiao Lin, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry to bother you so early, Mr. Zhang. Something happened at Mingcheng Garden. Last night, a worker at the construction site had a fever, and later... later it was diagnosed as SARS at the hospital. This morning, the construction site has been quarantined and construction cannot resume." Secretary Xiao Lin reported anxiously on the other end of the line.

Zhang Shuicheng's heart sank. The thing he had been worried about had happened. The handover date for Mingcheng Garden was fast approaching. Last time, a deputy director of the Public Security Bureau who had bought a unit in Mingcheng Garden came to the company to complain about the slow construction schedule. The buyers of Mingcheng Garden all had some connections in Shanghai. If the handover was not on time, it would be a real problem.

"Mr. Zhang, what should we do? Manager Liu from the construction site has called you several times."

Zhang Shuicheng pondered for a moment: "Xiaolin, get ready right away, I'm going to the Construction Committee immediately."

"What's wrong, Shuicheng? What happened?" Lei Fengjiao stood up and rushed over to ask anxiously.

"There's a SARS outbreak at the construction site, I'm quarantined, I need to go see Director Wang of the Construction Committee right away."

"Weren't you going to Hangzhou today?" Xiaoyun was very unhappy: "It's rare that you guys have time."

Zhang Shuicheng ignored him, still thinking about how to deal with this crisis, and turned to go upstairs.

"Next time, you do your homework today, you have exams next week." Lei Fengjiao walked over and patted Xiaoyun's head, Xiaoyun reluctantly went into her room.

"Xiaoxin, come to my place." Lei Fengjiao made a phone call to her secretary, Wang Yuxin. This young girl has been acting strangely lately, always seeming absent-minded. It's usually hard to talk to her about it at work, but today I have some time to talk to her alone. She's the daughter of Director Wang from the Construction Committee, and I also want her to tell her father about the SARS outbreak.

Around 10 a.m., when Wang Yuxin arrived, Lei Fengjiao was swimming.

"Aunt Lei," Wang Yuxin stood by the pool, gazing intently at Lei Fengjiao's fair and voluptuous body swimming in the clear water, the sunlight shimmering on the surface. "Almost 46, and still such a great figure."

"Xiaoxin, you're here? Come swim with me! Your swimsuit is in the changing room, I've got it ready for you."

"I can't swim."

"That's okay, I'll teach you. Hurry up!"

Xiaoxin changed into her swimsuit and carefully entered the pool.

"I never knew your skin was so good, and your figure is amazing too! You're absolutely stunning!"

Lei Fengjiao swam over with a smile, taking Wang Yuxin's arm. Wang Yuxin blushed shyly.

"Xiaoxin, have you been preoccupied lately? You seem so absent-minded."

Wang Yuxin glanced quickly at Lei Fengjiao: "No!"

Lei Fengjiao was startled, realizing that glance looked exactly like Zhang Shuicheng's eyes.

"Alright, fine, if you don't want to talk about it, I'll teach you how to swim." Lei Fengjiao supported Wang Yuxin's waist, and the two began to swim.

The 18-year-old's body was incredibly supple. Holding Wang Yuxin's waist, Lei Fengjiao couldn't help but sigh, realizing her own body had become somewhat limp. While daydreaming, Wang Yuxin unknowingly swam into the deep end, suddenly losing her balance and slipping in. Lei Fengjiao, whose swimming skills were also mediocre, struggled for a while before finally managing to pull Wang Yuxin out and place her on the poolside.

Wang Yuxin was already unconscious, and Lei Fengjiao quickly began to perform CPR. Just as she was about to put her mouth to Wang Yuxin's, Wang Yuxin suddenly grabbed her and their tongues became intertwined. Lei Fengjiao struggled and tried to push her away…

“Xiaoxin, what are you doing!” Lei Fengjiao finally managed to pull her mouth away.

“Aunt Lei, I like you so much,” Wang Yuxin said, her bright eyes shining.

"We're both women, you should find a boyfriend."

"Aunt Lei, I've never liked men since I was little. Every time I see you scolding those stinky men in the company, I admire you so much, I like you so much, I want to love you properly."

Lei Fengjiao listened to Wang Yuxin's confession, and the two bodies pressed tightly together again, feeling each other's body heat. Wang Yuxin's hands caressed her buttocks, feeling a little dizzy: "Young people these days are so open-minded."

"You...you shouldn't do this, I could be your mother. Hmm..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Yuxin kissed her tightly again, swallowing Lei Fengjiao's fragrant tongue and sweet saliva, and her hands gently caressed her breasts.

By the pool, a young girl and a woman old enough to be her mother were locked in a passionate kiss. Xiaoyun stood by the window, watching her mother and Wang Yuxin in astonishment.

"Xiaoxin, no, not here..." Lei Fengjiao was also aroused.

Wang Yuxin knew Lei Fengjiao had given in: "Aunt Lei, let's go to the changing room."

The cramped changing room was only about 5 square meters. Wang Yuxin pushed Lei Fengjiao against the wall, lifted her arms, and showered her with kisses. The small space was filled with their squelching sounds. Lei Fengjiao was also aroused, and her lower body was already wet.

Xiaoyun had already come down and was peeking through the ventilation opening from the doorway.

Wang Yuxin gradually squatted down, pulled aside Aunt Lei's swimsuit bottoms, and began licking Lei Fengjiao's clitoris and labia, her hands spreading Lei Fengjiao's snowy buttocks apart; Lei Fengjiao tilted her head back, her eyes half-closed, enjoying the girl's tenderness.

Looking at her mother's slightly plump, flawless white body, her hair styled in a professional updo, yet her face filled with lewdness, Xiaoyun was thrilled. She hadn't expected her usually dignified and serious mother to be like this. Xiaoyun was excited, watching her mother's wantonness, and couldn't help but pull out her own penis, slowly stroking it.

"Xiao Xin, don't... don't lick there, it's dirty..."

Wang Yuxin had already crawled between Lei Fengjiao's legs, her tongue licking her anus; the tingling, numb sensation made Lei Fengjiao slightly raise her buttocks, allowing Wang Yuxin to lick deeper.

After a while, "Why did you stop licking?" Lei Fengjiao opened her eyes, only to see Wang Yuxin take out a dildo from her bag and put it on, looking exactly like a man.

"You brat, you were prepared all along?"

"Aunt Lei, I've missed you so much! Every time I see your strong, independent woman image at the company, I can't help myself. I just want to fuck you, I want to conquer you."

"Xiao Xin..." Lei Fengjiao looked at Wang Yuxin, her eyes filled with maternal love: "I've always treated you like my daughter, how could you treat me like this?"

"Aunt Lei, I want it!" Wang Yuxin turned Lei Fengjiao's buttocks towards herself, making her face the wall, and grabbed Lei Fengjiao's breasts from behind, gently kneading them: "Aunt Lei, I'll make you feel very comfortable."

Lei Fengjiao closed her eyes helplessly. She also needed it at this moment, and it was not good to pretend.

"Ah... be gentle, Xiao Xin."

Wang Yuxin slowly inserted the dildo from behind and slowly began to thrust in and out.

"Aunt Lei, does it feel good?"

"Mmm...deeper..." Lei Fengjiao squinted, enjoying the feeling of being fucked by a young girl.

"Mom, I love you so much, I love fucking you!" Wang Yuxin whispered infatuatedly.

It turned out she had a mother complex, poor child. Lei Fengjiao responded: "Good boy, hurry! Harder...fuck your mother, I like being fucked by you..."

In the small dressing room, two snow-white bodies were pressed together, an 18-year-old teenage girl was fucking a 46-year-old middle-aged woman in a doggy-style position, the air filled with their moans, the dressing room filled with a lewd and erotic atmosphere.

Xiaoyun's blood was surging, and he quickened the pace of his thrusts. Staring at his mother's slightly upturned, snow-white buttocks, at her dignified yet wanton face, and her long, slender legs standing erect with excitement, Xiaoyun was overwhelmed with passion, almost bursting with rage.

"Ah...ah..." As his mother reached her climax, Xiaoyun also ejaculated thick, youthful semen outside.

Inside the dressing room, the two women embraced tightly.

"I really want to fuck Mom!" Xiaoyun suddenly felt this intense desire.

(iv) On the way to the Jin Mao Tower, Zhang Feng and

his mother-in-law Wang Hong arrived at the intersection of Century Avenue and Pudong Avenue. The light was red again. Zhang Feng put the CD in, and Ouyang Feifei's song "Exit and Arrival" immediately started playing in the car. This was Zhang Feng's favorite song.

Feeling a bit better, Zhang Feng lit a cigarette and looked out the window. It was Monday, another rush hour. Watching the crowds on the street, a few white-collar workers running across the zebra crossing, he wondered what people were busy with all their lives, just for a few bites of food.

Zhang Feng sighed. He hadn't been happy since returning to Shanghai. As the vice president of his father's real estate empire, Mingcheng Group, he should have been living a carefree and happy life, but lately he felt uneasy.

"Beep..." A call from behind startled Zhang Feng from his reverie. The light had turned green. Zhang Feng threw away his cigarette, turned the car around, and headed towards the Dalian Road Tunnel. His destination: Caoyang, Putuo District.

Entering Lanxi Road,

Zhang Feng was greeted by towering plane trees lining both sides, their lush greenery filling the air with a sense of homecoming. This was where he had spent his happy childhood; before his father became wealthy, the whole family lived here. Cao Yang was the first workers' new village built in Shanghai in 1949, and now it has a 50-year history. It boasts many old houses, beautiful greenery, and a waterway running along the river. Zhang Shuicheng's family has a deep affection for Cao Yang and still preserves their old house there.

After returning to Shanghai, whenever Zhang Feng felt unhappy, he would come here, searching for something he had lost—whether it was happiness or something else, he couldn't quite say. The car slowly drove across the road, feeling the warmth of the sunlight. Zhang Feng felt a sense of relief and casually turned off his phone. He decided to stay there for the day.

After getting out of the car, he found a sunny spot in a small park near the waterfront and started thinking. Zhang Feng had always wanted to start his own company and work for himself. Working for his father always made him feel uncomfortable. However, he had limited funds and was unwilling to ask his father for money. There was also his wife, Li Jiayan. This marriage was a business arrangement for the sake of the two families, not of his own volition. Recently, he and Li Jiayan had been having frequent conflicts, and he was feeling frustrated when...

"Xiao Feng..."

Zhang Feng turned around and saw his mother-in-law, Wang Hong, a senior teacher at Shanghai No. 2 Middle School.

"It's Mom!" Zhang Feng then remembered that his mother-in-law's family also lived in Caoyang.

"Xiao Feng, come see me. Come inside and sit for a while." Wang Hong looked at Zhang Feng affectionately.

"Oh... okay..." Zhang Feng was a little embarrassed. This wasn't his original purpose. Wang Hong took Zhang Feng's arm and led him towards Cao Yang Huating.

"Sit down, I'll get you some water."

"Dad's not home. You haven't started school yet, have you? You seem quite free."

Wang Hong was a senior teacher at Shanghai No. 2 Middle School. "I'm getting old. I'm already 46. I'll be retiring in a few years."

"You don't seem very happy lately. Why didn't you go to the company today?"

"Um..." Zhang Feng answered casually.

"Is there something going on between you and Jia Yan? Tell me everything." Wang Hong held Zhang Feng's hand, and Zhang Feng felt a warmth in his heart. He had never told anyone about his affairs; everyone in his family was too busy.

Zhang Feng poured out his troubles to Wang Hong, explaining that she was a teacher, very considerate of others, and adept at comforting people. After a while, Zhang Feng felt much better, and his bond with his mother-in-law, Wang Hong, seemed to have deepened.

"Xiao Feng, our whole family likes you very much. From the first moment I saw you, I liked you. You're a good child."

"Thank you, Mom." Zhang Feng grasped Wang Hong's hand, feeling at that moment that Wang Hong was like his own mother—so kind and beautiful.

Zhang Feng suddenly felt a pang of emotion. They stared at each other for a moment. Wang Hong sensed something was amiss and quickly averted her gaze, standing up and hurriedly entering the kitchen. Zhang Feng followed. Looking at Wang Hong's slightly plump, middle-aged figure—long legs, black, curly hair, and gold-rimmed glasses—she was the epitome of a sophisticated, intellectual woman.

A surge of emotion welled up within Zhang Feng. He hugged Wang Hong from behind. "Mom, I like you…"

Wang Hong panicked. "Xiao Feng, don't do this…"

These past few days had been stressful, but his conversation with Wang Hong had brightened his mood considerably. Zhang Feng felt a surge of relief, and a new feeling welled up within him. His hands roamed over Wang Hong's body, exploring her every inch.

Wang Hong pushed him away, saying, "Xiao Feng, I'm your mother-in-law, don't do this... um~"

Zhang Feng kissed her, stopping her from speaking. His hands kneaded Wang Hong's breasts. The middle-aged woman's breasts were full and delicate. Zhang Feng played with them, feeling extremely comfortable. He gently bit Wang Hong's earlobe, "Mom, I like you so much, I need you."

Wang Hong felt a surge of emotion. The passion with her husband had long since faded. It had been a long time since a man had said such things to her. "Ah... Xiao Feng..."

Zhang Feng turned Wang Hong around so that her back was to him. He squatted down, rolled up Wang Hong's skirt, and stroked her slender legs through her stockings from behind. He slowly pulled down her white stockings and black panties, revealing her fair and plump buttocks to Zhang Feng's eyes.

"Xiao Feng, don't..." Wang Hong felt a surge of embarrassment. In broad daylight, she was naked, doing this with her son-in-law. "Ah..."

Zhang Feng bent Wang Hong forward, making her buttocks slightly raised, exposing the middle-aged woman's beautiful vulva to him, which, like its owner, was shyly closed.

Zhang Feng gently licked Wang Hong's vulva, spreading her buttocks apart with both hands, licking back and forth between her anus and vagina. Wang Hong raised her head, feeling too good, too lewd. This contradictory feeling made Wang Hong's body extremely sensitive, and she took off all her clothes.

Wang Hong's beautiful, slightly plump, naked body, a middle-aged woman, was presented before Zhang Feng's eyes. She was stunningly beautiful, possessing the poise of a highly educated intellectual, her slightly protruding belly making Zhang Feng's penis even harder. Wang Hong shyly lowered her head, clutching her breasts. "Xiao Feng, I'm nervous, I need to go... to the bathroom..."

Zhang Feng grabbed Wang Hong from behind and led her to the bathroom. "Xiao Feng... don't do this... I can do it myself..."

"I'll help you pee," Zhang Feng said playfully.

Her legs were spread wide, her vulva wide open. "So lewd!" Wang Hong felt a surge of shame; she had never been like this in front of anyone before.

"Hurry up, Mom..."

Wang Hong had no choice but to concentrate on urinating. After a while, the sound of "drip...drop..." echoed in the bathroom.

"Phew..." Wang Hong felt a wave of relief after urinating. Zhang Feng sat down on the toilet. "Mom, now that you're comfortable, suck me too..."

Wang Hong blushed and gently put Zhang Feng's penis into her mouth. Due to moral constraints, she and her husband had never done this before.

"So good!" Watching Wang Hong suck and spit out his penis, Zhang Feng felt a surge of pleasure. Usually, she was a serious teacher at school, an authority figure for the students, but now she was squatting between his legs, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, licking him.

Zhang Feng's masculine pride surged within the cramped bathroom, a wave of heat rising, making both of them feel scorching hot. The air was filled with a lewd scent. "Mom, you've worked hard, sit on me."

Wang Hong gently helped Zhang Feng sit down, supporting his penis. Zhang Feng held Wang Hong's buttocks and began to move up and down. Wang Hong grabbed Zhang Feng's neck, her face weakly resting on his head, enjoying the boy's tenderness.

Zhang Feng turned and kissed Wang Hong's lips: "Mom... Mom... I'm fucking you..."

"Fuck me, fuck me to death..." Wang Hong was already in a daze, tightly gripping Zhang Feng's neck.

"It's so stuffy!" Wang Hong said.

Suddenly Zhang Feng stood up and walked towards the living room, tossing Wang Hong up and down as he went. Wang Hong clung to Zhang Feng's head and moved her body up and down in coordination with him. "Ah...ah..."

Before they even reached the living room, both of them couldn't hold back anymore and had an epigastric fullness, collapsing onto the carpet...

(V)

It was six in the morning, on the 56th floor of the Jin Mao Tower.

It was still early before work hours, and the company was quiet. Zhang Feng stood by the window, gazing at the Huangpu River in the distance. It was another rainy day in Shanghai.

He had heard the news last night: Leslie Cheung had committed suicide by jumping from the building.

Those born in the 1970s basically grew up alongside Hong Kong and Taiwanese superstars like Leslie Cheung and Tam Wing-lin. Films

like *Silence is Golden*, *Side View*, and *A Chinese Ghost Story* seemed like yesterday. When he first heard the news, Zhang Feng didn't believe it. After confirming it, whether it was sadness or something else, he couldn't believe that such a successful and accomplished person, someone who would never commit suicide, had resolutely chosen death.

Zhang Feng couldn't believe it, yet he also seemed to understand. Humans are fragile, life is unbearably light; perhaps in the instant he jumped from the high building, his soul gained freedom. He

had been married to Li Jiayan for over a year, and they often argued. Li Jiayan was a woman with an extremely strong desire for power, often mocking Zhang Feng as a puppet. The company's power was always in his father's hands, and the company's relationships were complex, with several veterans eyeing the company covetously. With real power in hand, he had very little say in anything, making life difficult.

Recently, he and Li Jiayan had separated, and he was in a very bad mood.

Zhang Feng stood by the window, the view outside shrouded in a semi-transparent misty rain, indistinct and fleeting. Each raindrop slid down the glass, leaving trails like a person's life—crashing into the world, enduring suffering, and ultimately leaving no trace, returning to where it came from.

Life is short and so fragile. Should I live in the shadow of others, or walk my own path?

Zhang Feng stood straight at the window, watching the raindrops slide down, his mind filled with the questions he had been asking himself for days.

I want to start my own business, I want to live freely. The reasons I gave before were just excuses for escapism. I want to tell Li Jiayan that I am not the person she always thought I was. I can change, I can create a new me.

Zhang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more relaxed. "I need to tell her my decision," he thought. Zhang Feng turned and left the company, driving to Li Jiayan's residence.

In the car, Zhang Feng put in Leslie Cheung's CD:

"Like a tour and a performance, your eyes only see my side," the beautiful and familiar melody played. Doesn't everyone have their own side, but they just haven't discovered it yet or made a certain important decision? They

arrived at Cao Yang again, with tall, lush plane trees on both sides. Li Jiayan had bought an apartment in Tongbai, very close to her parents' home, where the couple had lived for a while.

As Zhang Feng passed Cao Yang Huating, he glanced up at his in-laws' house. He'd been in a bad mood last time and had impulsively had sex with his mother-in-law; ever since, he'd been too embarrassed to go back. Turning onto Xingshan Road, he soon arrived at Tongbai Apartments.

"Hmm...that car looks a lot like my father's BMW?" Zhang Feng mused, a slight unease creeping into his heart. "Maybe I'm mistaken?" he reassured himself.

Zhang Feng was about to ring the doorbell, but his finger hesitated. After a moment's thought, he took out his key, opened the door, and walked straight to the bedroom, slowly pushing the door open.

Zhang Feng was stunned. Beside Li Jiayan slept an old man with white hair. The stark contrast between his jet-black, glossy hair and the white hair beside him was striking. A surge of anger welled up in Zhang Feng, and he was about to storm in when the old man suddenly turned around. It was his father—Zhang Shuicheng.

Zhang Feng froze, unsure whether to advance or retreat. A mix of emotions—anger, resentment, and shame—filled his heart.

Suddenly, Li Jiayan moved her hand; she seemed to be awake. Zhang Feng quickly retreated, hiding behind the living room sofa, from where he could see the half-open bedroom door.

"Dad, you…you're sleeping here!" Li Jiayan sat up abruptly, took two steps back, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and cried out in alarm.

"Xiao Yan, you...you're awake?" Zhang Shuicheng remained calm, still lying down, smiling as he looked at his panicked daughter-in-law.

"Didn't you leave after drinking yesterday?"

"You were very drunk, and you even clung to me, not letting me leave you..." Zhang Shuicheng laughed.

"You...you're talking nonsense, I...I thought it was Xiao Feng..."

"Alright, forget it, I was drunk yesterday too, what's done is done..."

Li Jiayan lowered her head, sobbing softly. Zhang Shuicheng looked at his half-naked daughter-in-law, her white body swaying gently with her sobs, her black hair falling over her shoulders, recalling the passion of the previous night.

Zhang Shuicheng was tempted again. He sat up and held Li Jiayan's shoulder. "Good daughter-in-law, don't cry. You'll hurt yourself." He handed her a tissue. "Here

, wipe yourself off." Li Jiayan shook her head twice but didn't shake off Zhang Shuicheng's hand. She took the tissue and wiped herself while sobbing. "You...you're committing incest. How can I face people after this? I'm so sorry, Xiaofeng..."

"At least you still have some shame." Zhang Feng looked at his crying wife and felt a pang of sorrow.

"If I don't say anything, who will know?" Zhang Shuicheng stroked Li Jiayan's snow-white back. "Besides, what's done is done. What era are we living in? Why are you still so reserved?" "

But...we are, after all, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. I'm sorry to Xiaofeng..."

"I will make it up to him." Zhang Shuicheng's hand moved restlessly to her chest.

"What...what are you doing now?" Li Jiayan shook off Zhang Shuicheng's hand.

"Good daughter-in-law, you were so passionate yesterday. How come you've suddenly changed?" Zhang Shuicheng said, removing the blanket covering her.

Li Jiayan's snow-white body was exposed again, her long legs and full buttocks.

"Don't...don't do this..." Li Jiayan grabbed the blanket and pulled it over herself.

Zhang Shuicheng grabbed Li Jiayan and kissed her, saying, "We've already done it once yesterday, I'll make it up to you and Xiaofeng."

Li Jiayan initially resisted, but as Zhang Shuicheng kissed her, and remembering her respect for her father-in-law, she eventually yielded to the stronger man. Hearing Zhang Shuicheng's words, "We've already done it," Li Jiayan's body softened, and she slowly began to kiss Zhang Shuicheng passionately.

While enjoying his daughter-in-law's tenderness, Zhang Shuicheng looked smugly at her slightly closed eyes and their intertwined tongues, thinking, "I must conquer this forbidden bud."

Zhang Feng watched his wife's intimacy with his father with a heavy heart. Although he was heartbroken, his penis was hard, and he was surprised to find himself becoming unusually excited.

Zhang Shuicheng pressed his daughter-in-law down, lifting her long, slender legs high, and kissed her genitals.

"Ah...father-in-law...don't..." Li Jiayan murmured, her hands pressing Zhang Shuicheng's head down, her legs tightly clamped together.

Zhang Shuicheng's tongue flicked out, licking Li Jiayan's vulva and urethra back and forth, his fingers lightly touching her anus.

Li Jiayan, head held high, swayed gently with excitement. The small bedroom was filled with the smell of male and female secretions, the air thick with lewdness.

Imagine a nearly sixty-year-old white-haired man and a young woman in the prime of her life, engaging in intense oral sex—how obscene and exciting!

Unconsciously, Zhang Feng began to stroke his penis, his eyes fixed on his wife and father's intimacy.

Zhang Shuicheng slowly inserted his fingers, gently thrusting them in and out of his daughter-in-law's vagina, admiring her excited expression and voluptuous body. He hadn't really looked at his daughter-in-law's body properly last night.

Zhang Shuicheng felt his daughter-in-law's vagina was already wet, and Li Jiayan's legs were slowly starting to move. He himself was also very aroused. Zhang Shuicheng felt the time was right. He lifted Li Jiayan's legs, aimed his penis at her vagina, and forcefully thrust it in.

"Ah...ah..." Li Jiayan felt a surge of intense pleasure.

Zhang Shuicheng began to straddle his daughter-in-law, thrusting up and down. The two looked at each other. He was my father-in-law, and she was my daughter-in-law. The taboo of incest made them both extremely excited.

That's how human sexual psychology works. The more taboo something is, the more societal it's forbidden, the more clandestine it is, the more people want to try it. Incest is like that. Many people fantasize about it; a friend's wife, siblings, even parents are all objects of sexual fantasy, but they just don't dare to do it in reality.

Zhang Shuicheng was having sex with his daughter-in-law while passionately kissing her. Their saliva was exchanging, and their bodies were rubbing against each other. Zhang Shuicheng felt extremely excited.

To prevent himself from ejaculating too quickly, Zhang Shuicheng had his daughter-in-law sit on top of him, while he lay on the bed, watching her movements. Her breasts bounced up and down, her face was flushed, and her black hair danced with her movements. It was so lewd. Making love with such a forbidden and beautiful bud was truly a pleasure.

He was already an old man in his sixties, yet he could still play with such a beautiful young woman, and she was his own daughter-in-law. The incestuous pleasure made Zhang Shuicheng almost unable to hold back.

"Ah...ah..." Zhang Shuicheng hugged his daughter-in-law's full breasts tightly, his lower body thrusting, and he ejaculated profusely.

Li Jiayan felt a hot stream spray into her uterus, hot and spicy. She also lost control of herself after the stimulation.

Zhang Feng watched this incestuous climax, his hand constantly stroking his penis, his semen spraying violently onto the back of the sofa.

(VI) Zhang Yun and his sister-in-law Li Jiayan

Since she had physical intimacy with her father-in-law, Li Jiayan felt ashamed, but at the same time felt that she had a strong backer in the family, and her attitude at home also changed. Previously, she was quite polite to her mother-in-law and Xiaoyun, but now she ignores them, especially Xiaoyun, whom she often bosses around and occasionally lectures as his sister-in-law.

Xiaoyun often holds back her anger, thinking, "It's none of your business how I behave." But she also finds it strange that her once gentle and humble sister-in-law has changed so much. "My brother-in-law must be having a hard time lately."

Qingming Festival is approaching again. Many people in Shanghai have ancestors buried in Suzhou, Wuxi, and other places, so every year during Qingming, it is another peak season for passenger transport in Shanghai, with millions of people traveling to sweep tombs. Zhang Shuicheng's family is also going back to Hunan. Lei Fengjiao bought the plane tickets long ago. This time, only she and Zhang Feng will go back. Zhang Shuicheng can't go because he's going to the United States, and Zhang Yun can't go because she's facing a major exam. Li Jiayan also can't go because she has to sweep tombs in her hometown.

Zhang Yun was bored at home alone. Since his friends wouldn't come out because of exams, he spent his time online, browsing aimlessly. Ever since his encounter with Liu Xia, the 38-year-old CFO of his company, Zhang Yun had developed a strong interest in older, more mature women. Their voluptuous bodies, their dignified and elegant expressions, and their wanton behavior under his relentless advances gave him immense satisfaction and a great sense of accomplishment. Suddenly, he heard the living room door creak open.

"Who is it? Everyone's out. Is it a robbery?" Zhang Yun panicked and quickly turned off the lights, hiding in the shadows.

"Dad, you... don't do this, we're at home."

It sounded like her sister-in-law's voice. Zhang Yun was puzzled. "Dad?"

"They've all gone out. Come on, good daughter-in-law, I missed you so much."

"Hmm... don't... Xiao Yun is here too."

Could it be her father and sister-in-law? Zhang Yun was shocked.

A few minutes later, her door was pushed open. Xiao Yun was hiding in the shadows. Her father peeked out. "Xiao Yun..."

"Xiao Yun isn't home, let's have some fun."

"Who's going to have fun? I don't want to! You're so old, and I'm still so young. I'm at a huge disadvantage."

"Alright, baby, stop talking. I'll give you the position of general manager of the company."

"Hmm..." No one spoke after that, only the two of them breathing heavily in the quiet night.

Xiaoyun carefully crawled out of the bedroom and looked down. The lights were off, but there was moonlight outside. In the dim moonlight, two white bodies were tightly entwined on the sofa in the living room. It was her father and sister-in-law.

Xiaoyun felt a rush of blood to her head, and her penis became rock hard. Her sister-in-law, who usually scolded her, was writhing back and forth under her father's thrusts, emitting seductive moans that were especially alluring in the night. Xiaoyun couldn't help but stroke his penis, staring intently at his sister-in-law's snow-white skin. In the quiet night, the sounds of two people having sex filled the air, mingled with his father's deep breathing, his sister-in-law's panting, and Xiaoyun's heavy breathing as he stroked his penis.

"Ah...ah..." His father and sister-in-law finally reached their climax together.

Xiaoyun, too, ejaculated during this incestuous performance, returning to his room exhausted.

The next morning, Xiaoyun woke up late, lazily going to the restaurant to find something to eat.

"Xiaoyun, you're home?" Xiaoyun looked up and saw Li Jiayan eating breakfast, looking at Xiaoyun with surprise. "When did you get back?" Completely devoid of her former arrogance, Xiaoyun chuckled inwardly. A guilty conscience, indeed.

"Oh. I haven't been back long. Where's Dad?" Xiaoyun deliberately mentioned her father.

"He...he...I don't know."

"You're at work today?" Looking at Li Jiayan, dressed in an expensive grey business suit, a red scarf around her neck, her snow-white legs gleaming in flesh-colored stockings, and black high heels—a typical professional woman's attire—Xiaoyun couldn't help but feel his penis hard again.

Li Jiayan noticed Xiaoyun's apologetic gaze and hurriedly replied, "Um...I have to go to work. I'll be going now." She then got up and walked towards the door.

Looking at her tall, elegant sister-in-law with her dignified and noble expression, and recalling her soft moans beneath her father last night, Xiaoyun was filled with excitement. She quickly rushed behind Li Jiayan and hugged her tightly. "Sister-in-law, you're so beautiful."

Li Jiayan struggled desperately. "Xiaoyun, let go. I'm your sister-in-law."

"I saw you and Dad yesterday. Do you want me to tell Mom and Brother?" Xiaoyun's hands roamed over her body, greedily caressing her soft, delicate form.

Li Jiayan shuddered, her body going limp. Xiaoyun seized the opportunity to kiss Li Jiayan's soft lips, his tongue darting into her mouth, greedily sucking on his sister-in-law's fragrant tongue. His hands weren't idle either, kneading Li Jiayan's breasts. Li Jiayan had given up resisting, her body gradually heating up with Xiaoyun's passionate kisses. Just

as Xiaoyun was about to take off Li Jiayan's business attire, Li Jiayan still maintained a bit of womanly modesty, saying, "Don't take it off, it's broad daylight."

Xiaoyun thought that the business attire would be even more enjoyable to have sex with her while she was in it. He turned Li Jiayan around, making her hold the doorknob with her back to him. He slightly raised Li Jiayan's buttocks, rolled up her gray business skirt, and revealed her long, slender legs and round buttocks beneath her snow-white stockings. Xiaoyun's penis hardened again, trembling as he stroked his sister-in-law's beautiful, smooth legs along the silky stockings.

Li Jiayan trembled slightly under Xiaoyun's caresses, her breathing becoming heavier. After a long time, he said, "Xiaoyun, hurry up, someone will be here."

Reluctantly, Xiaoyun slowly removed Li Jiayan's stockings and panties. Her beautiful, round buttocks and black pubic hair seemed to beckon to Xiaoyun. He held his sister-in-law's slender waist and slowly inserted his penis from behind.

"Ah..." Li Jiayan felt a surge of pleasure the moment she was penetrated.

Xiaoyun felt a wave of comfort in his penis and began to slowly thrust in and out of Li Jiayan's vagina. Seeing his sister-in-law, who usually yelled at him, writhing and yielding beneath him, Xiaoyun's penis grew even larger.

In broad daylight, a 24 or 25-year-old professional woman was passionately having sex with an 18 or 19-year-old boy. Li Jiayan's lower body was exposed; she was still wearing a professional women's outfit on top, and her stockings and panties were only pulled down to her knees, creating a captivating and erotic scene.

After hundreds of thrusts, Xiaoyun, while frantically fucking Li Jiayan, was kneading her heavy breasts from behind, and occasionally spreading her buttocks to admire his sister-in-law's dark brown anus, while his own penis continued to enter and exit her. Xiaoyun felt a surge of pride. "You're usually fierce to me, but today I'll show you what I'm capable of." Thinking this, Xiaoyun exerted even more force.

"Xiaoyun, be gentle, it hurts."

Looking at Li Jiayan from behind, her brows furrowed, as if she was enduring pain, Xiaoyun felt a sadistic pleasure.

"Does it still hurt now, ah, sister-in-law?"

"Mmm..."

After a few hundred more thrusts, "Ah... ah..." Xiaoyun ejaculated his young semen in the immense forbidden pleasure of incest.

(VII) Zhang Shuicheng and Ming Xueer

Jinmao Building Mingcheng Group Headquarters

Ming Xueer took a cup, went to the tea room, poured some coffee, and sat there alone thinking about things at home.

Ming Xueer and Liu Yongkang have been married for almost three years. They were both models when they first met, fell in love, and got married; they were the envy of everyone, a golden couple. They were quite well-known in the modeling world at the time. However, a little over a year into their marriage, Ming Xueer had to give up her beloved modeling career to care for Liu Yongkang's ailing father, who lived with them, and stay home to be a wife and father.

Liu Yongkang initially worked very hard, but after failing in the Shanghai Men's Elite Touch Competition early last year, he became discouraged and often stayed home. The number of gigs he received gradually decreased, so Ming Xueer had to find work again to supplement the family income.

Thinking of this, Ming Xue'er couldn't help but sigh. A grown man, 1.85 meters tall, just stayed home all day, watching football and NBA. The foreign leagues had recently ended, but the Chinese Super League had started. Ming Xue'er knew about the CSL; Mingcheng Group was one of the shareholders of Shanghai International. Yesterday, during the Shanghai Shenhua vs. Shanghai International derby, President Zhang had personally gone to Hongkou Football Stadium. She

'd call up some of her former colleagues in a couple of days to give him a good talking-to. Thinking of her good-for-nothing husband, Ming Xue'er sat there blankly, forgetting to drink her coffee.

"Xiao Xue, what are you thinking about?"

"President Zhang, I'm sorry, I..." Ming Xue'er looked up and saw Zhang Shuicheng smiling at her.

"I was looking for you earlier, but I didn't expect to see you here. Come to my office for a moment."

"Okay, Mr. Zhang."

Ming Xue'er stood up and followed behind Zhang Shuicheng, feeling a little anxious. "Did you do something wrong? It wasn't easy getting into this company." "

Come, Xue'er, have a seat."

"It's alright, just let me know if you need anything."

"You're half a head taller than me standing up, I feel pressured." Zhang Shuicheng looked at Ming Xue'er with a smile.

Ming Xue'er was 1.75 meters tall in high heels, making her the tallest woman in the Mingcheng Group.

"Okay." Seeing that Zhang Shuicheng was joking with her, Ming Xue'er felt a little more relaxed.

Dressed in a grey Ports high-end women's business suit, her jet-black hair was meticulously combed back. Her delicate features exuded elegance and maturity, and her long, slender legs were even more alluring beneath her flesh-colored stockings. A pair of shiny black high heels further accentuated Ming Xue'er's noble bearing.

Zhang Shuicheng glanced at Ming Xue'er, inwardly marveling, "After all, she's a former model, and a Shanghai woman at that. She's truly exceptional."

He had seen countless beautiful women, but Ming Xue'er was indeed quite special—mature and sophisticated. From the very first day Ming Xue'er came to the company for her interview, Zhang Shuicheng was awestruck.

Looking at Ming Xue'er, Zhang Shuicheng felt a surge of blood flow to his lower body, and he slowly began to harden.

As he got older, Zhang Shuicheng's sex drive wasn't what it used to be. For a man like Zhang Shuicheng, the most important thing wasn't material possessions anymore; what mattered most was his most primal instincts. What mattered most was what could stimulate his strong desires and vitality. He had recently found that feeling with his daughter-in-law, aroused by her youthful body and the stimulation of incest.

"Mr. Zhang, is there anything you need?" Seeing Zhang Shuicheng staring intently at her, Ming Xue'er was a little nervous. Although she was used to being stared at like that by men on the street, she didn't expect Zhang Shuicheng, who managed assets worth tens of billions, to do the same. She felt a little shy, but also a little proud.

"Ah... Xiaoxue, it's like this..." Zhang Shuicheng said, slowly standing up and walking over to Xiaoxue, where he sat down.

"Your administrative manager, Manager Wang, is being transferred to Beijing, so the position of administrative manager is vacant. I'd like to find a suitable candidate within your administrative department and would like to hear your thoughts."

Zhang Shuicheng sat close to Ming Xue'er, feeling the warmth of Xiaoxue's soft thighs pressed against his. Ming Xue'er's heart pounded wildly. Having worked in the workplace for several years, she had some understanding of the situation. A strange feeling of tension, unease, and a touch of joy intertwined within her.

In Shanghai, China's largest economic city, power, sex, and money have once again become the most valuable things in society. In this materialistic age, poverty is laughed at, but prostitution is not; morality and dignity have been disregarded.

Her husband was useless, and the burden of the family fell on her shoulders. This was a rare opportunity; she had already been married before, so she could just turn a blind eye to it all. Besides, Zhang Shuicheng was a legendary figure, someone she had always greatly admired. Although he was nearing sixty, he possessed a mature and charming appeal.

Ming Xue'er comforted herself while her feelings were conflicted due to traditional moral principles.

"Xiao Xue, I'm asking you something," the experienced Zhang Shuicheng said, observing Ming Xue'er's changing expression. He already knew what was going on and gently took her hand.

"How would I know, Mr. Zhang?" Ming Xue'er blushed, her voice soft as she tried to pull her hand away.

"Xiao Xue, I think you're capable," Zhang Shuicheng said, holding her hand tightly.

Ming Xue'er's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of excitement and unease.

"I...I'm too inexperienced, I can't do it."

"I said you can, so you can." Zhang Shuicheng knew to strike while the iron was hot, and his hand slowly began to caress the alluring thighs clad in stockings that were exposed.

"Mr. Zhang, please don't do this, this is the company." Ming Xue'er tried to resist, but in Zhang Shuicheng's eyes, Ming Xue'er's refusal seemed so weak.

"Don't worry, without my order, no one dares to come in."

Zhang Shuicheng said, and began to kiss Ming Xue'er's delicate, luscious red lips, which Ming Xue'er turned her head away from.

Zhang Shuicheng held Xiao Xue'er's snow-white neck with one hand and reached into her breasts with the other.

Finally, Zhang Shuicheng kissed Xiaoxue's sweet lips, greedily sucking on the young woman's fragrant tongue and swallowing her delicious saliva. His other hand grasped Xiaoxue's full breasts. Xiaoxue's breathing gradually quickened; initially she resisted, but slowly she became aroused, her tongue entwining with Zhang Shuicheng's, sucking and kissing each other, slowly indulging her desire.

Zhang Shuicheng pulled Xiaoxue up. Standing up, Xiaoxue was a full half-head taller than Zhang Shuicheng. To make love with such a tall and elegant beauty—what more could a man ask for!

"I must have my way with this beauty," Zhang Shuicheng thought, suppressing the raging lust within him. He had Xiaoxue turn her back to him, holding onto the windowsill, while he knelt down and rolled up her gray skirt, gradually revealing her thighs in flesh-colored stockings. A pair of shiny black high heels further accentuated her long, straight legs. Zhang Shuicheng's lust burned fiercely. He leaned down, sticking out his tongue and licking Xiaoxue's high heels, meticulously licking the surface.

Powerful men like Zhang Shuicheng were always aloof and domineering, always behaving arrogantly, while others could only fawn over them. Often, such men harbored a perverse obsession with worshipping a queen.

Xiaoxue noticed Zhang Shuicheng had stopped moving and turned around to see him licking her high heels. She felt a surge of shame, along with a strange, inexplicable feeling.

Zhang Shuicheng licked Xiaoxue's high heels, enjoying this perverse sexual satisfaction. His penis grew harder, and his hands gently caressed her warm, elastic thighs.

Zhang Shuicheng stood up and pulled down Xiaoxue's socks and underwear, slowly revealing her fair, slender legs and full buttocks. He gently stroked them, savoring the wonderful sensation, and Xiaoxue's body trembled slightly.

Zhang Shuicheng squatted down to admire this masterpiece of God. It was a flawless, snow-white, and incredibly cute buttock. He made Xiaoxue's buttocks slightly lift, and slowly spread them apart with his hands. It was so beautiful! Her brown anus instantly bloomed, though it was still tightly contracted with shyness.

Xiaoxue strongly felt Zhang Shuicheng staring at her anus. She felt both shy and nervous. Suddenly, she felt a tingling sensation in her anus; something soft was licking it.

Xiaoxue turned her head and said, "No… Mr. Zhang, it's dirty there…"

She tilted her head back, enjoying the old man's service. Even her husband had never done this.

Zhang Shuicheng licked diligently, enjoying the young woman's slightly smelly anus, his lower body swelling even more.

In the luxurious office of the Jin Mao Tower, a tall, slender professional woman in a gray high-class business suit faced the window, her lower body naked, her snow-white buttocks slightly raised. An old man with white hair was squatting down, licking her beautiful anus from behind—what an obscene scene!

"Xiao Xue, lick it for me..." Zhang Shuicheng stood up and made Xiao Xue squat down.

Ming Xue'er shyly squatted down, only to see Zhang Shuicheng's penis already erect and menacing.

Ming Xue'er had performed oral sex on her husband before, but this was her first time performing it on a man other than her husband. Extremely shy, she hesitated for a moment before opening her cherry-like mouth and extending her red, tender tongue to lick Zhang Shuicheng's thick penis.

Zhang Shuicheng shivered all over after Xiaoxue licked him, and his penis trembled slightly. After being licked wet for a while, Xiaoxue began to perform deep oral sex on Zhang Shuicheng. Watching his huge penis thrusting in and out of the beauty's small mouth, Zhang Shuicheng felt a surge of pride as a man.

Xiaoxue's face was flushed, and occasionally a trace of saliva connected the penis she swallowed and spat out with her mouth. Because she was squatting, Xiaoxue's thighs and buttocks formed a perfect curve, her buttocks half-open with great tension, emitting a dazzling white light.

Under Xiaoxue's licking, Zhang Shuicheng felt a strong urge to urinate. He needed to pee. What should he do? Zhang Shuicheng suddenly had a strong, perverse thought: to urinate in Xiaoxue's mouth.

"Xiaoxue, I need to pee."

Xiaoxue quickly spat it out, trying to avoid it.

"Xiaoxue, drink it."

"No, no...you're too perverted..."

"Xiaoxue, I beg you, please satisfy me." Looking at Zhang Shuicheng's pleading eyes. "

How can President Zhang be so perverted? He licked my shoes first, and now he wants me to drink his urine. Should I help him? It's already come to this."

Xiaoxue hesitated for a moment, then knelt in front of Zhang Shuicheng. "Be careful not to get it in my eyes."

Zhang Shuicheng was overjoyed, looking at this stunning beauty kneeling in front of him, her mouth half-open, waiting to drink his urine, with a mournful expression. It was so lewd, so exciting.

Xiaoxue closed her eyes and suddenly felt a stream of scalding liquid shoot into her mouth. The sound of water shooting into a container echoed throughout the office, and the smell of urine filled the office.

In the office, a young woman was kneeling, eyes closed, mouth open, while an old man was urinating into her mouth—a truly grotesque scene.

A pungent stench assaulted her throat, and Xiaoxue was about to spit out the urine.

"Xiaoxue, drink it."

Xiaoxue hesitated for a moment, then swallowed. It tasted awful, a strong stench of urine. She had never been so humiliated before, and tears of humiliation streamed down her face, yet a strange feeling stirred within her.

Looking at Xiaoxue, dressed in a gray business suit, her lower body naked, her hair styled in a mature woman's upturned style, her head tilted back, her lips parted in a delicate pout, while his slightly turbid yellow urine flowed continuously, watching Xiaoxue struggle to swallow the urine, her closed eyes streaming with tears of humiliation, Zhang Shuicheng felt an unparalleled stimulation, a strong sadistic pleasure.

Finally, she finished urinating, a pleasure akin to ejaculation.

"Xiaoxue, thank you." Zhang Shuicheng took a tissue and tenderly wiped the tears and the urine from Xiaoxue's face.

His penis was still erect. Ignoring Xiaoxue's pitiful look, Zhang Shuicheng said, "Come on, Xiaoxue, I haven't come out yet."

He turned Xiaoxue around, and she wriggled her buttocks a few times in protest.

Zhang Shuicheng held Xiaoxue's snowy buttocks and slowly inserted his huge penis. It felt so good; youth is truly wonderful!

It went in smoothly, and Zhang Shuicheng was surprised to find that Xiaoxue's vagina was already wet. Could it be that Xiaoxue had also experienced pleasure earlier? Thinking of this, Zhang Shuicheng thrust even more excitedly into the beauty's tender vaginal walls.

Because Xiaoxue was higher than Zhang Shuicheng, he could only stand on tiptoe behind her, holding onto her buttocks.

Gradually, Xiaoxue began to feel something, and Zhang Shuicheng also experienced wave after wave of pleasure. He had almost ejaculated during oral sex, but a urination relieved that.

Watching this tall, beautiful woman panting softly as he thrust in and out, Zhang Shuicheng felt immense pride. It was truly blissful for an old man in his sixties to be able to enjoy such a young and beautiful body!

After playing for a while, Zhang Shuicheng, being of advanced age and having played for too long, finally ejaculated his old, viscous semen into Xiaoxue's young vagina, feeling somewhat unwilling to give up.

1. Main Characters:

Zhang Shuicheng, 58 years old;

Lei Fengjiao, 46 years old, father of the president of Shanghai Mingcheng Group;

Zhang Feng, 28 years old, mother of the general manager of Shanghai Mingcheng Group; Zhang Yun, 18 years old, eldest son of the vice president of Shanghai Mingcheng Group ; Li Jiayan, 24 years old, youngest son of a high school

student at Shanghai Chaoyang Middle School; Wang Hong, 42 years old,

eldest daughter-in-law of Shanghai Shipping and Trade Co., Ltd

.; and mother of Li Jiayan, a special-grade teacher at Shanghai No. 2 Middle School.

2. Story Summary: The story depicts Zhang Shuicheng's entrepreneurial journey and the emotional entanglements within and outside his family, showcasing the social aspects of contemporary Shanghai and the inner emotions of modern people.

3. Story Outline:

(1) Zhang Shuicheng meets 21-year-old flight attendant Andy in the airplane WC

(2) Zhang Yun meets 38-year-old CFO Liu Xia

(3) Lei Fengjiao meets 18-year-old secretary Wang Yuxin

(4) Zhang Shuicheng meets daughter-in-law Li Jiayan

(5) Zhang Feng meets mother-in-law Wang Hong

(6) Zhang Yun meets sister-in-law Li Jiayan

(7) Zhang Shuicheng and 25-year-old company employee Ming Xueer

(8) Zhang Yun and Lei Fengjiao

(I) Zhang Shuicheng in the airplane WC with 21-year-old flight attendant Andy

On the evening of November 5, 2001, Zhang

Shuicheng was lying casually on a rocking chair on the 48th floor of the World Trade Riverside Garden. Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, he saw the brightly lit night view of the Huangpu River and the boats shuttling back and forth on the river. He was drinking red wine and listening to the announcement of the host city of the 44th World Expo on the radio. When he heard "Shanghai", Zhang Shuicheng smiled. He had succeeded again. The 1,000 mu of land he had acquired in the Shangnan area of Pudong last month, which he had overcome the opposition of the board of directors, was about to skyrocket in price.

Thinking of this, Zhang Shuicheng downed his drink in one gulp and dialed the direct line: "Xiao Lin, is the flight to the US tonight booked?"

"It's done, President." The gentle voice of his secretary, Tracy Lin, came from the other end of the phone.

"I'm heading over soon, get ready."

The flight from Pudong International Airport to the US took off on time. Zhang Shuicheng sat in first class. Why were there so few people today? Besides himself, there were only two or three others.

Zhang Shuicheng turned on his laptop and began planning his meeting with Smith of the A&K Group in the US tomorrow. He absolutely needed to secure 5 billion yuan in funding to start the Shangnan project. By midnight, Zhang Shuicheng had almost finished.

"Sir, would you like some coffee?"

The voice was sweet. Zhang Shuicheng looked up. He was so beautiful, with delicate features and a gorgeous flight attendant uniform that hugged his full figure perfectly.

"Sir..." Admittedly embarrassed by his gaze, Andy blushed. Although men often looked at her like that on airplanes, she hadn't expected this gray-haired old man to do so.

"Your name is Andy. How old are you?" Zhang Shuicheng glanced at her name tag.

"21."

"Hmm, you look familiar. You're Zhang Shuicheng, the president of Mingcheng." Andy remembered the man on the cover of *Life Express* magazine she'd seen earlier that day—this was the man before her.

"Do you know me?" Zhang Shuicheng smiled slightly.

"You built your fortune from scratch, becoming one of the most legendary figures among Shanghai's top ten richest people." Andy's eyes were filled with admiration.

Zhang Shuicheng laughed, "Nothing special, just an ordinary person."

They chatted and laughed for a while, and Zhang Shuicheng had already fallen for the young and beautiful flight attendant.

"I'm going to the restroom."

"I'll take you there."

Upon reaching the restroom, Zhang Shuicheng, taking advantage of Andy's opening of the door, shoved her inside and closed the door.

"Mr. Zhang, what are you doing?" Andy protested.

"Andy, I liked you at first sight."

"You could be my father, no, ah..." Before she could finish, Zhang Shuicheng had already sealed her lips with his.

While enjoying Andy's sweet saliva, Zhang Shuicheng caressed her firm breasts through her shirt. Young breasts were so wonderful! At first, she resisted, but her previous respect and awe for Zhang Shuicheng prevented her from firmly refusing. With Zhang Shuicheng's movements, Andy soon became lost in passion, her eyes half-closed, enjoying the pleasure this white-haired old man brought her.

Zhang Shuicheng, suppressing the discomfort of his engorged penis, quietly slipped his right hand under Andy's uniform skirt, gently caressing her inner thigh through her stockings—so soft and smooth! Slowly, his hand slipped inside Andy's white panties.

"Ah…don't…" Andy let out a low moan.

Zhang Shuicheng inserted his fingers into her vulva, gently rubbing her young clitoris: "Don't be too loud, we'll be discovered."

In the extremely tense situation of being discovered at any moment, both of their bodies were incredibly sensitive.

While squeezing Andy's full buttocks and sucking on her plump breasts, Zhang Shuicheng pulled out his penis and guided Andy's hand to touch it.

"Yours... is so big... so hot!" Andy whispered shyly.

The small bathroom was filled with their rapid breathing and the throbbing of spring.

As Andy stroked his penis and he enjoyed her soft, warm body, Zhang Shuicheng couldn't resist any longer: "Andy, put one foot on the toilet." Zhang Shuicheng

held Andy's fragrant buttocks from behind, pulled her white panties down to her calves, and slowly inserted his large, black penis into Andy's peach blossom cave. It was soft and hot; her young cunt was so wonderful. While Zhang Shuicheng was fucking Andy, he caressed her breasts with both hands. Andy moaned softly, enjoying the thrusting of this old man who could be her father. She would occasionally turn around and kiss Zhang Shuicheng. The bathroom was a scene of debauchery.

"Ah...ah..." After hundreds of thrusts, Zhang Shuicheng couldn't hold back anymore.

"No...don't ejaculate inside...you'll get pregnant..." Andy sensed that Zhang Shuicheng was about to ejaculate.

But at the moment of climax, Zhang Shuicheng couldn't control himself and ejaculated his thick, old semen into Andy's uterus.

"I'm sorry, I really couldn't hold back..." Pulling out his penis, Zhang Shuicheng picked up a tissue and wiped Andy clean. Thick, white semen slowly flowed from Andy's vagina, trickling down her thighs. Andy, with her eyes closed and head tilted, was still savoring the afterglow of her orgasm.

Before disembarking, Zhang Shuicheng gave Andy 1 million yuan, and the two became close friends despite their age difference.

(II)

"Good morning, Mr. Zhang." Xiao Liu, the security guard on duty at the garage entrance, greeted Zhang Shuicheng as he walked in.

"Good morning, Xiao Liu."

"Are you driving a BMW or a Forever today?" Xiao Liu joked.

"You little rascal." Zhang Shuicheng laughed and strode into garage number 048 in the underground garage. There was a magnificent black BMW parked there, next to which was a dilapidated Forever brand bicycle that was completely out of place. Every time Zhang Shuicheng saw this broken bicycle, he would think of the hard days when he was a salesman, and of course, the passionate years of starting his own business.

Zhang Shuicheng got into his BMW and drove towards the Lujiazui Financial and Trade Zone. As he drove along Century Avenue in Pudong, looking at the beautiful greenery and towering buildings on both sides of the road, he couldn't help but sigh. Back when he was struggling alone in Shanghai, Pudong was still farmland. He used to ride his bicycle almost everywhere in Shanghai, including Pudong. Those were tough times. Compared to him, his two sons were truly fortunate.

Thinking of his sons, Zhang Shuicheng couldn't help but smile. Xiao Feng had always been obedient and hardworking. He had just returned from MIT with an MBA two years ago and was now the group's vice president, becoming his right-hand man. Last year, he married the daughter of a shipping trade tycoon and settled down. A man like him was now settled.

But Xiaoyun, sigh… Thinking of his youngest son, Zhang Shuicheng felt helpless. His unruly personality meant he spent all his time hanging out with girls. He was almost a senior in high school, and he didn't know if he could get into Fudan University. If not, he'd have to send him to the United States, even though Fengjiao strongly opposed it. On the

56th floor of the Jinmao Building, at the Mingcheng Group office,

Secretary Tracy Lin greeted Zhang Yun as he hurried in, noticing that he was holding the hand of his classmate, the CFO's daughter, Xiaoxue.

"Sister Lin, I'm not afraid. My dad's in America on business and hasn't come back yet," Zhang Yun replied with a grin.

"President Zhang called and said he's back and on his way to the company!"

"Hurry up and go to your mother's side." Zhang Yun was startled and pulled Xiaoxue inside quickly.

"What kind of work is this? Do you even have a brain...?" They heard Xiaoxue's mother, Liu Xia's, scolding voice as soon as they reached the finance office door.

"My mother is in a bad mood right now. Don't let her see me, or I'll get scolded again." After saying that, Xiaoxue quickly turned around and left.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Xiaoyun looked at Xiaoxue's retreating figure as she pushed open the door and went inside. "Aunt Xia, you're angry again. You'll age easily."

"Go out and do your work first." Liu Xia dismissed her subordinate. "Xiaoyun, you little rascal." Liu Xia laughed. "Which female classmate are you flirting with today?"

"Your daughter." Xiaoyun smiled inwardly. "No one else."

"I saw you at Tianma Entertainment City with a client last time. What were you doing there? You're still a child. Don't learn bad things." Liu Xia said with a smile.

Seeing Aunt Xia's ambiguous smile, Xiaoyun's heart skipped a beat. Liu Xia was 38 years old this year, wearing black high boots and sheer stockings, with a red scarf around her neck. She had beautiful features, and her professional attire accentuated her graceful figure. She was a typical strong woman.

'If I can't have your daughter today, I'll have you.' Xiao Yun grinned mischievously as he closed the door. He walked up to Liu Xia, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis. "Aunt Xia, do you think I'm still small?"

"Xiao Yun, what are you doing!" Liu Xia was stunned and took a few steps back. Xiao Yun had always groped her before, but she had always thought of him as a child and hadn't paid any attention. She never expected him to dare to do this today.

Xiao Yun looked at Liu Xia with a grin, calm and collected, and began masturbating, his penis suddenly becoming several times larger.

"This kid's bigger than my husband's," Liu Xia thought to herself, her face turning red.

"Aunt Xia, I like you so much."

"I...I could be your mother."

Xiaoyun hugged Aunt Xia tightly, kissing her lips passionately. "Aunt Xia, you're so beautiful, I like you so much. I'll talk good things about you to my dad, and then I'll promote you to vice president." While coaxing Aunt Xia, Xiaoyun's hands roamed over her body, groping her voluptuous figure.

"You little devil...you just know how to lie..." Aunt Xia pushed him away, but she didn't dare to be too forceful. This job, this position, was hard-won. Gradually, her body heated up, and her lower body began to itch. "Xiaoyun...don't..." Her voice grew softer and softer.

Xiaoyun helped Aunt Xia to the window, where they looked at the beautiful Pudong scenery outside the Jinmao Building. Xiaoyun rolled up Aunt Xia's business skirt, squatted down, and stroked her thighs and stockings. They were so soft and comfortable. She slowly moved upwards, caressing her two plump buttocks while pulling down her panties.

"Ah... Xiaoyun... don't... do it here..." Xiaoyun ignored her, spreading her two snow-white and plump buttocks apart, licking her vulva with her tongue. "Ah... don't... lick here, it's dirty here!" It turned out that Xiaoyun was using her tongue to deeply lick Aunt Xia's anus.

While watching Aunt Xia's exquisite black high-top leather boots, her black pantyhose pulled up to her thighs, and her white thighs contrasting sharply with the black, Xiao Yun masturbated. His penis was too hard. Xiao Yun stood up, helped Aunt Xia up, and slowly inserted his penis into her vagina from behind.

"Ah..."

"Don't be too loud, we're in the office." Xiao Yun gently kissed Aunt Xia's earlobe, thrusting in and out of the beautiful middle-aged woman's honey hole. It felt so good!

"Aunt Xia, lift this leg up." Xiao Yun held Aunt Xia's right leg, admiring his black penis going in and out of Aunt Xia's beautiful vagina, flipping in and out. The whole office was filled with the "squeaking" sounds of thrusting and the two people's panting breaths.

"Ah...don't pull it out..."

Xiaoyun suddenly turned around and picked up Aunt Xia, making her face him. Looking into Aunt Xia's smiling eyes, Aunt Xia covered her eyes in embarrassment.

"Aunt Xia, was it good just now?"

"You little rascal."

Xiaoyun grabbed Aunt Xia's legs and picked her up in one go: "Aunt Xia, you're so heavy."

"Xiaoyun, what are you doing? Put me down!"

Although Xiaoyun was only 18 years old, she was already 1.7 meters tall and very strong: "Aunt Xia, let's change positions." She lifted Aunt Xia's buttocks, guided her penis to her vagina, and slowly lowered it.

"Ah..." In a lewd position, Aunt Xia blushed deeply, feeling incredibly ashamed to be done to like this by a child old enough to be her son. "Hurry up, someone will be coming in soon."

Xiao Yun lifted Aunt Xia's buttocks, raising and lowering them, enjoying the friction of his penis in this position, admiring Aunt Xia's tightly furrowed brows, slightly open mouth, and flaring nose—how lewd! The strong woman who had been so domineering and stern just moments before was now groaning in submission beneath him.

"Ah...ah..." After hundreds of thrusts, Xiaoyun ejaculated, clinging tightly to Aunt Xia, kissing her lips, and forcefully shooting his young semen deep into the beautiful woman's womb. Aunt Xia also tightly hugged Xiaoyun's neck, enjoying the spasms of orgasm.

"Aunt Xia, I'm going to come home and fuck you from now on," Xiaoyun told Aunt Xia as he left.

(III)

Shanghai West Suburbs Manor, Zhang Shuicheng's private villa.

"Mom, are we going to West Lake this morning?" Zhang Yun asked his mother while biting into his bread.

"Yes, your dad said he's free today." Lei Fengjiao, dressed in all black, looked even more dignified and beautiful.

"Aunt Zhang, go upstairs and tell Shuicheng to get up quickly."

Just as Aunt Zhang was about to answer, Zhang Shuicheng came downstairs in his pajamas, holding a phone.

"Hey, Xiao Lin, what's up?"

"I'm sorry to bother you so early, Mr. Zhang. Something's happened at Mingcheng Garden. Last night, a worker at the construction site had a fever, and later... later it was diagnosed as SARS at the hospital. This morning, the construction site has been quarantined and construction can't start." Secretary Xiao Lin reported anxiously on the other end of the line.

Zhang Shuicheng's heart sank. The thing he had been worried about had happened. The handover date for Mingcheng Garden was fast approaching. Last time, a deputy director of the Public Security Bureau who had bought a unit in Mingcheng Garden came to the company to complain about the slow construction schedule. The buyers of Mingcheng Garden all had some connections in Shanghai. If the handover wasn't on time, it would be quite troublesome.

"Mr. Zhang, what should we do? Mr. Liu from the construction site has called several times looking for you."

Zhang Shuicheng pondered for a moment. "Xiao Lin, get ready right away. I'm going to the Construction Committee immediately."

"What's wrong, Shuicheng? What happened?" Lei Fengjiao stood up and rushed over to ask anxiously.

"There's a SARS outbreak at the construction site. I'm quarantined. I need to go see Director Wang of the Construction Committee right away."

"Weren't you going to Hangzhou today?" Xiaoyun was very unhappy. "It's rare that you guys have time."

Zhang Shuicheng ignored him, still thinking about how to deal with this crisis, and turned to go upstairs.

"Next time. You do your homework today. You have exams next week." Lei Fengjiao walked over and patted Xiaoyun's head. Xiaoyun reluctantly went into her room.

"Xiao Xin, come over here." Lei Fengjiao called her secretary, Wang Yuxin. This young woman had been acting strangely lately, always seeming absent-minded. She didn't want to say anything to her at the company, but today she had some time to talk to her privately. After all, she was the daughter of Director Wang of the Construction Committee, and she also wanted her to tell her father about the SARS outbreak.

Around 10 a.m., when Wang Yuxin arrived, Lei Fengjiao was swimming.

"Aunt Lei," Wang Yuxin stood by the pool, gazing intently at Lei Fengjiao's fair and voluptuous body swimming in the clear water, the sunlight shimmering on the surface. "She's almost 46, and her figure is still so good."

"Xiaoxin, you're here? Come swim with me! Your swimsuit is in the changing room; I've got it ready for you."

"I can't swim."

"It's okay, I'll teach you. Hurry up!"

Xiao Xin changed into her swimsuit and carefully entered the pool.

"I never knew your skin was so good, and your figure is amazing too, you're absolutely stunning!"

Lei Fengjiao swam over with a smile, taking Wang Yuxin's arm. Wang Yuxin blushed shyly.

"Xiao Xin, have you been preoccupied with something lately? You seem so absent-minded."

Wang Yuxin glanced quickly at Lei Fengjiao: "No!"

Lei Fengjiao was startled, feeling that that glance was strikingly similar to Zhang Shuicheng's eyes.

"Alright, fine, if you don't want to talk about it, I'll teach you how to swim." Lei Fengjiao supported Wang Yuxin's waist, and the two began to swim.

Eighteen-year-old Wang Yuxin's young body was very flexible. Holding Wang Yuxin's waist, Lei Fengjiao couldn't help but sigh, realizing her own body was already a bit sluggish. Lost in thought, she unknowingly swam into the deep end when Wang Yuxin suddenly lost her balance and slipped in. Lei Fengjiao's swimming skills were also mediocre, and it took her a while to finally pull Wang Yuxin out and place her on the poolside.

Wang Yuxin was unconscious. Lei Fengjiao quickly began CPR, and just as she put her mouth to Wang Yuxin's, Wang Yuxin suddenly grabbed her, their tongues intertwining. Lei Fengjiao struggled and pushed her away…

"Xiaoxin, what are you doing!" Lei Fengjiao finally managed to pull her mouth away.

"Aunt Lei, I like you so much." Wang Yuxin opened her bright eyes.

"We're both women, you should find a boyfriend."

"Aunt Lei, I've never liked men since I was little. Every time I see you scolding those stinky men in the company, I admire you so much. I like you so much, and I want to love you properly."

Lei Fengjiao listened to Wang Yuxin's confession, and the two of them pressed their bodies tightly together, feeling each other's body heat. Wang Yuxin's hands caressed her buttocks, feeling a little dizzy: "Young people these days are so open-minded."

"You...you shouldn't do this, I could be your mother. Hmm..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Yuxin kissed her tightly again, swallowing Lei Fengjiao's fragrant tongue and sweet saliva, and her hands gently caressed her breasts.

By the pool, a young girl and a woman old enough to be her mother were locked in a passionate kiss. Xiaoyun stood by the window, watching her mother and Wang Yuxin in astonishment.

"Xiaoxin, no, not here..." Lei Fengjiao was also aroused.

Wang Yuxin knew Lei Fengjiao had given in: "Aunt Lei, let's go to the changing room."

The cramped changing room was only about 5 square meters. Wang Yuxin pushed Lei Fengjiao against the wall, lifted her arms, and showered her with kisses. The small space was filled with their squelching sounds. Lei Fengjiao was also aroused, and her lower body was already wet.

Xiaoyun had already come down and was peeking through the ventilation opening from the doorway.

Wang Yuxin gradually squatted down, pulled aside Aunt Lei's swimsuit bottoms, and began licking Lei Fengjiao's clitoris and labia, her hands spreading Lei Fengjiao's snowy buttocks apart; Lei Fengjiao tilted her head back, her eyes half-closed, enjoying the girl's tenderness.

Looking at her mother's slightly plump, flawless white body, her hair styled in a professional updo, yet her face filled with lewdness, Xiaoyun was thrilled. She hadn't expected her usually dignified and serious mother to be like this. Xiaoyun was excited, watching her mother's wantonness, and couldn't help but pull out her own penis, slowly stroking it.

"Xiao Xin, don't... don't lick there, it's dirty..."

Wang Yuxin had already crawled between Lei Fengjiao's legs, her tongue licking her anus; the tingling, numb sensation made Lei Fengjiao slightly raise her buttocks, allowing Wang Yuxin to lick deeper.

After a while, "Why did you stop licking?" Lei Fengjiao opened her eyes, only to see Wang Yuxin take out a dildo from her bag and put it on, looking exactly like a man.

"You brat, you were prepared all along?"

"Aunt Lei, I've missed you so much! Every time I see your strong, independent woman image at the company, I can't help myself. I just want to fuck you, I want to conquer you."

"Xiao Xin..." Lei Fengjiao looked at Wang Yuxin, her eyes filled with maternal love: "I've always treated you like my daughter, how could you treat me like this?"

"Aunt Lei, I want it!" Wang Yuxin turned Lei Fengjiao's buttocks towards herself, making her face the wall, and grabbed Lei Fengjiao's breasts from behind, gently kneading them: "Aunt Lei, I'll make you feel very comfortable."

Lei Fengjiao closed her eyes helplessly. She also needed it at this moment, and it was not good to pretend.

"Ah... be gentle, Xiao Xin."

Wang Yuxin slowly inserted the dildo from behind and slowly began to thrust in and out.

"Aunt Lei, does it feel good?"

"Mmm...deeper..." Lei Fengjiao squinted, enjoying the feeling of being fucked by a young girl.

"Mom, I love you so much, I love fucking you!" Wang Yuxin whispered infatuatedly.

It turned out she had a mother complex, poor child. Lei Fengjiao responded: "Good boy, hurry! Harder...fuck your mother, I like being fucked by you..."

In the small dressing room, two snow-white bodies were pressed together, an 18-year-old teenage girl was fucking a 46-year-old middle-aged woman in a doggy-style position, the air filled with their moans, the dressing room filled with a lewd and erotic atmosphere.

Xiaoyun's blood was surging, and he quickened the pace of his thrusts. Staring at his mother's slightly upturned, snow-white buttocks, at her dignified yet wanton face, and her long, slender legs standing erect with excitement, Xiaoyun was overwhelmed with passion, almost bursting with rage.

"Ah...ah..." As his mother reached her climax, Xiaoyun also ejaculated thick, youthful semen outside.

Inside the dressing room, the two women embraced tightly.

"I really want to fuck Mom!" Xiaoyun suddenly felt this intense desire.

(IV) Zhang Feng and his mother-in-law Wang Hong

were on their way to the Jin Mao Tower. When they reached the intersection of Century Avenue and Pudong Avenue, the light was red again. Zhang Feng put the CD in, and Ouyang Feifei's "Exit and Arrival" immediately started playing in the car. This was Zhang Feng's favorite song.

Feeling a little better, he lit a cigarette and looked out the window. It was Monday, another rush hour. Watching the people coming and going on the street, a few white-collar workers running across the zebra crossing, he wondered what people were busy with in their lives, just for a few bites of food?

Zhang Feng sighed. He hadn't been happy since returning to Shanghai. As the vice president of Mingcheng Group, the real estate empire his father had built, Zhang Feng should have been living a carefree and happy life, but for some reason, he had been feeling uneasy lately.

"Beep..." A call from behind, a lama, startled Zhang Feng from his reverie. The light had turned green. Zhang Feng threw away his cigarette, turned the car around, and headed towards the Dalian Road Tunnel. His destination: Caoyang in Putuo District.

Entering Lanxi Road, the tall, lush plane trees on both sides gave Zhang Feng a feeling of coming home. This was where he had spent his happy childhood. Before his father became wealthy, his family lived here.

Cao Yang was the first workers' new village built in Shanghai in 1949. Now, Cao Yang has a 50-year history. It has many old houses, beautiful greenery, and a waterway running along the river. The Zhang Shuicheng family has a deep affection for Cao Yang and still preserves their old house there.

After returning to Shanghai, Zhang Feng would come here whenever he was unhappy, searching for something he had lost—happiness, or something else—he couldn't quite say. The car slowly drove across the road, feeling the warmth of the sunlight. Zhang Feng felt a sense of relief and casually turned off his phone. He would spend the day here.

After getting off the car, Zhang Feng found a sunny spot in a small park near the waterfront to think about things. Zhang Feng had always wanted to start his own company and run his own business; working for his father always made him feel uncomfortable. However, he had limited funds and was unwilling to ask his father for money. There was also his wife, Li Jiayan; their marriage was a business arrangement for the sake of two families, not of his own volition. Recently, he and Li Jiayan had been having frequent conflicts, and he was feeling troubled when...

"Xiao Feng..."

Zhang Feng turned around and saw it was his mother-in-law, Wang Hong, a senior teacher at Shanghai No. 2 Middle School.

"It's Mom!" Zhang Feng then remembered that his mother-in-law's family also lived in Caoyang.

"Xiao Feng, come see me. Come in and sit for a while," Wang Hong said kindly, looking at Zhang Feng.

"Oh...okay..." Zhang Feng was a little embarrassed. Wang Hong, who hadn't originally intended to go there, pulled Zhang Feng's arm and led him towards Cao Yang Huating.

"Sit down, I'll get you some water."

"Dad's not here? You haven't started school yet, have you? You seem quite free."

Wang Hong was a senior teacher at Shanghai No. 2 Middle School. "I'm getting old, I'm already 46, I should retire in a few years."

"You don't seem very happy lately. Why didn't you go to the company today?"

"Um..." Zhang Feng answered casually.

"Is there something going on between you and Jia Yan? Tell me everything." Wang Hong held Zhang Feng's hand, and Zhang Feng felt a warmth in his heart. He had never told anyone about his affairs; everyone in his family was too busy.

Zhang Feng poured out his troubles to Wang Hong, explaining that she was a teacher, very considerate of others, and adept at comforting people. After a while, Zhang Feng felt much better, and his bond with his mother-in-law, Wang Hong, seemed to have deepened.

"Xiao Feng, our whole family likes you very much. From the first moment I saw you, I liked you. You're a good child."

"Thank you, Mom." Zhang Feng grasped Wang Hong's hand, feeling at that moment that Wang Hong was like his own mother—so kind and beautiful.

Zhang Feng suddenly felt a pang of emotion. They stared at each other for a moment. Wang Hong sensed something was amiss and quickly averted her gaze, standing up and hurriedly entering the kitchen. Zhang Feng followed. Looking at Wang Hong's slightly plump, middle-aged figure—long legs, black, curly hair, and gold-rimmed glasses—she was the epitome of a sophisticated, intellectual woman.

A surge of emotion welled up within Zhang Feng. He hugged Wang Hong from behind. "Mom, I like you…"

Wang Hong panicked. "Xiao Feng, don't do this…"

These past few days had been stressful, but his conversation with Wang Hong had brightened his mood considerably. Zhang Feng felt a surge of relief, and a new feeling welled up within him. His hands roamed over Wang Hong's body, exploring her every inch.

Wang Hong pushed him away, saying, "Xiao Feng, I'm your mother-in-law, don't do this... um~"

Zhang Feng kissed her, stopping her from speaking. His hands kneaded Wang Hong's breasts. The middle-aged woman's breasts were full and delicate. Zhang Feng played with them, feeling extremely comfortable. He gently bit Wang Hong's earlobe, "Mom, I like you so much, I need you."

Wang Hong felt a surge of emotion. The passion with her husband had long since faded. It had been a long time since a man had said such things to her. "Ah... Xiao Feng..."

Zhang Feng turned Wang Hong around so that her back was to him. He squatted down, rolled up Wang Hong's skirt, and stroked her slender legs through her stockings from behind. He slowly pulled down her white stockings and black panties, revealing her fair and plump buttocks to Zhang Feng's eyes.

"Xiao Feng, don't..." Wang Hong felt a surge of embarrassment. In broad daylight, she was naked, doing this with her son-in-law. "Ah..."

Zhang Feng bent Wang Hong forward, making her buttocks slightly raised, exposing the middle-aged woman's beautiful vulva to him, which, like its owner, was shyly closed.

Zhang Feng gently licked Wang Hong's vulva, spreading her buttocks apart with both hands, licking back and forth between her anus and vagina. Wang Hong raised her head, feeling too good, too lewd. This contradictory feeling made Wang Hong's body extremely sensitive, and she took off all her clothes.

Wang Hong's beautiful, slightly plump, naked body, a middle-aged woman, was presented before Zhang Feng's eyes. She was stunningly beautiful, possessing the poise of a highly educated intellectual, her slightly protruding belly making Zhang Feng's penis even harder. Wang Hong shyly lowered her head, clutching her breasts. "Xiao Feng, I'm nervous, I need to go... to the bathroom..."

Zhang Feng grabbed Wang Hong from behind and led her to the bathroom. "Xiao Feng... don't do this... I can do it myself..."

"I'll help you pee," Zhang Feng said playfully.

Her legs were spread wide, her vulva wide open. "So lewd!" Wang Hong felt a surge of shame; she had never been like this in front of anyone before.

"Hurry up, Mom..."

Wang Hong had no choice but to concentrate on urinating. After a while, the sound of "drip...drop..." echoed in the bathroom.

"Phew..." Wang Hong felt a wave of relief after urinating. Zhang Feng sat down on the toilet. "Mom, now that you're comfortable, suck me too..."

Wang Hong blushed and gently put Zhang Feng's penis into her mouth. Due to moral constraints, she and her husband had never done this before.

"So good!" Watching Wang Hong suck and spit out his penis, Zhang Feng felt a surge of pleasure. Usually, she was a serious teacher at school, an authority figure for the students, but now she was squatting between his legs, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, licking him.

Zhang Feng's masculine pride surged within the cramped bathroom, a wave of heat rising, making both of them feel scorching hot. The air was filled with a lewd scent. "Mom, you've worked hard, sit on me."

Wang Hong gently helped Zhang Feng sit down, supporting his penis. Zhang Feng held Wang Hong's buttocks and began to move up and down. Wang Hong grabbed Zhang Feng's neck, her face weakly resting on his head, enjoying the boy's tenderness.

Zhang Feng turned and kissed Wang Hong's lips: "Mom... Mom... I'm fucking you..."

"Fuck me, fuck me to death..." Wang Hong was already in a daze, tightly gripping Zhang Feng's neck.

"It's so stuffy!" Wang Hong said.

Suddenly Zhang Feng stood up and walked towards the living room, tossing Wang Hong up and down as he went. Wang Hong clung to Zhang Feng's head, her body moving in sync with the up-and-down motion. "Ah...ah..."

Before they even reached the living room, both of them couldn't hold back anymore and had diarrhea, collapsing onto the carpet...

(V)

Six o'clock in the morning, the 56th floor of the Jin Mao Tower.

It was still early before work hours, and the company was quiet. Zhang Feng stood by the window, gazing at the Huangpu River in the distance. It was another rainy day in Shanghai.

He had heard the news last night that Leslie Cheung had committed suicide by jumping off a building.

People born in the 1970s basically grew up alongside Hong Kong and Taiwan superstars like Leslie Cheung and Tam Wing-Lin.

The films *Silence is Golden*, *Side View*, and *A Chinese Ghost Story* seemed like yesterday. When Zhang Feng heard the news, he couldn't believe it. After confirming it, he was overwhelmed with grief and confusion. This man, successful and accomplished, someone who would never commit suicide, had resolutely chosen death.

Zhang Feng couldn't believe it, yet he also felt he could understand. Humans are fragile, and life is too light to bear. Perhaps in the moment he jumped from the high building, his soul gained freedom. He

had been married to Li Jiayan for over a year, and they often argued. Li Jiayan was a power-hungry woman who often mocked Zhang Feng as a puppet. The company's power was always in his father's hands, and the company's relationships were complex, with several veterans eyeing the company covetously. With real power in hand, he had very little say in anything, making life difficult.

I've recently separated from Nancy Li again, and I'm feeling very down.

Zhang Feng stood by the window, the view outside shrouded in a semi-transparent misty rain, indistinct and fleeting. Each raindrop slid down the glass, leaving trails like a person's life—crashing into the world, enduring suffering, and ultimately leaving no trace, returning to where it came from.

Life is short and so fragile. Should I live in the shadow of others, or walk my own path?

Zhang Feng stood straight at the window, watching the raindrops slide down, his mind filled with the questions he had been asking himself for days.

I want to start my own business, I want to live freely. The reasons I gave before were just excuses for escapism. I want to tell Li Jiayan that I am not the person she always thought I was. I can change, I can create a new me.

Zhang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much more relaxed. "I need to tell her my decision," he thought. Zhang Feng turned and left the company, driving to Li Jiayan's residence.

In the car, Zhang Feng put in Leslie Cheung's CD:

"Like a tour and a performance, your eyes only see my side," the beautiful and familiar melody played. Doesn't everyone have their own side, but they just haven't discovered it yet or made a certain important decision? They

arrived at Cao Yang again, with tall, lush plane trees on both sides. Li Jiayan had bought an apartment in Tongbai, very close to her parents' home, where the couple had lived for a while.

As Zhang Feng passed Cao Yang Huating, he glanced up at his in-laws' house. He'd been in a bad mood last time and had impulsively had sex with his mother-in-law; ever since, he'd been too embarrassed to go back. Turning onto Xingshan Road, he soon arrived at Tongbai Apartments.

"Hmm...that car looks a lot like my father's BMW?" Zhang Feng mused, a slight unease creeping into his heart. "Maybe I'm mistaken?" he reassured himself.

Zhang Feng was about to ring the doorbell, but his finger hesitated. After a moment's thought, he took out his key, opened the door, and walked straight to the bedroom, slowly pushing the door open.

Zhang Feng was stunned. Beside Li Jiayan slept an old man with white hair. The stark contrast between his jet-black, glossy hair and the white hair beside him was striking. A surge of anger welled up in Zhang Feng, and he was about to storm in when the old man suddenly turned around. It was his father—Zhang Shuicheng.

Zhang Feng froze, unsure whether to advance or retreat. A mix of emotions—anger, resentment, and shame—filled his heart.

Suddenly, Li Jiayan moved her hand; she seemed to be awake. Zhang Feng quickly retreated, hiding behind the living room sofa, from where he could see the half-open bedroom door.

"Dad, you…you're sleeping here!" Li Jiayan sat up abruptly, took two steps back, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and cried out in alarm.

"Xiao Yan, you...you're awake?" Zhang Shuicheng remained calm, still lying down, smiling as he looked at his panicked daughter-in-law.

"Didn't you leave after drinking yesterday?"

"You were very drunk, and you even clung to me, not letting me leave you..." Zhang Shuicheng laughed.

"You...you're talking nonsense, I...I thought it was Xiao Feng..."

"Alright, forget it, I was drunk yesterday too, what's done is done..."

Li Jiayan lowered her head, sobbing softly. Zhang Shuicheng looked at his half-naked daughter-in-law, her white body swaying gently with her sobs, her black hair falling over her shoulders, recalling the passion of the previous night.

Zhang Shuicheng was tempted again. He sat up and held Li Jiayan's shoulder. "Good daughter-in-law, don't cry. You'll hurt yourself." He handed her a tissue. "Here

, wipe yourself off." Li Jiayan shook her head twice but didn't shake off Zhang Shuicheng's hand. She took the tissue and wiped herself while sobbing. "You...you're committing incest. How can I face people after this? I'm so sorry, Xiaofeng..."

"At least you still have some shame." Zhang Feng looked at his crying wife and felt a pang of sorrow.

"If I don't say anything, who will know?" Zhang Shuicheng stroked Li Jiayan's snow-white back. "Besides, what's done is done. What era are we living in? Why are you still so reserved?" "

But...we are, after all, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. I'm sorry to Xiaofeng..."

"I will make it up to him." Zhang Shuicheng's hand moved restlessly to her chest.

"What...what are you doing now?" Li Jiayan shook off Zhang Shuicheng's hand.

"Good daughter-in-law, you were so passionate yesterday. How come you've suddenly changed?" Zhang Shuicheng said, removing the blanket covering her.

Li Jiayan's snow-white body was exposed again, her long legs and full buttocks.

"Don't...don't do this..." Li Jiayan grabbed the blanket and pulled it over herself.

Zhang Shuicheng grabbed Li Jiayan and kissed her, saying, "We've already done it once yesterday, I'll make it up to you and Xiaofeng."

Li Jiayan initially resisted, but as Zhang Shuicheng kissed her, and remembering her respect for her father-in-law, she eventually yielded to the stronger man. Hearing Zhang Shuicheng's words, "We've already done it," Li Jiayan's body softened, and she slowly began to kiss Zhang Shuicheng passionately.

While enjoying his daughter-in-law's tenderness, Zhang Shuicheng looked smugly at her slightly closed eyes and their intertwined tongues, thinking, "I must conquer this forbidden bud."

Zhang Feng watched his wife's intimacy with his father with a heavy heart. Although he was heartbroken, his penis was hard, and he was surprised to find himself becoming unusually excited.

Zhang Shuicheng pressed his daughter-in-law down, lifting her long, slender legs high, and kissed her genitals.

"Ah...father-in-law...don't..." Li Jiayan murmured, her hands pressing Zhang Shuicheng's head down, her legs tightly clamped together.

Zhang Shuicheng's tongue flicked out, licking Li Jiayan's vulva and urethra back and forth, his fingers lightly touching her anus.

Li Jiayan, head held high, swayed gently with excitement. The small bedroom was filled with the smell of male and female secretions, the air thick with lewdness.

Imagine a nearly sixty-year-old white-haired man and a young woman in the prime of her life, engaging in intense oral sex—how obscene and exciting!

Unconsciously, Zhang Feng began stroking his penis, his eyes fixed on his wife and father's intimacy.

Zhang Shuicheng slowly inserted his fingers, gently thrusting them in and out of his daughter-in-law's vagina, admiring her excited expression and voluptuous body. He hadn't properly looked at her body the night before.

Zhang Shuicheng felt his daughter-in-law's vagina was already wet, and Li Jiayan's legs were slowly moving. He himself was also very aroused. Zhang Shuicheng felt the time was right. He lifted Li Jiayan's legs, aimed his penis at her vagina, and forcefully thrust it in.

"Ah...ah..." Li Jiayan felt a surge of intense pleasure.

Zhang Shuicheng began to straddle his daughter-in-law, thrusting in and out of her. Their eyes met; he was her father-in-law, she was his daughter-in-law. The taboo of incest excited them both intensely.

Human sexual psychology is like that: the more taboo something is, the more societal it is, the more clandestine it is, the more people want to try it. Incest is like that; many people fantasize about it. A friend's wife, siblings, even parents are all objects of sexual fantasy for many, but they simply dare not do it in reality.

While Zhang Shuicheng was having sex with his daughter-in-law, they kissed passionately, exchanging saliva above and rubbing against each other below. Zhang Shuicheng felt extremely excited.

To prevent himself from ejaculating too quickly, Zhang Shuicheng had his daughter-in-law sit on top of him while he lay on the bed, watching her movements. Her breasts bounced up and down, her face flushed, and her black hair danced with her movements. It was so lewd! Making love with such a forbidden and beautiful bud was truly a pleasure.

He was already an old man in his sixties, yet he could still play with such a beautiful young woman, and she was his own daughter-in-law. The incestuous pleasure was making Zhang Shuicheng unable to hold back any longer.

"Ah...ah..." Zhang Shuicheng desperately hugged his daughter-in-law's full breasts, his lower body thrusting, and he ejaculated profusely.

Li Jiayan felt a hot stream spray into her uterus, hot and burning, and she also lost control after the stimulation.

Zhang Feng watched this incestuous climax, his hand constantly stroking his penis, his semen spraying violently onto the back of the sofa.

(VI) Zhang Yun and Sister-in-law Li Jiayan

Since she had physical intimacy with her father-in-law, Li Jiayan felt ashamed, but at the same time felt that she had a strong backer in the family, and her attitude at home also changed. She used to be more polite to her mother-in-law and Xiaoyun, but now she ignored them, especially Xiaoyun, whom she often ordered around and would occasionally lecture her as her sister-in-law.

Xiaoyun often harbored a lot of resentment, thinking, "It's none of your business how I behave." But she also felt strange; her once gentle and humble sister-in-law had changed so much. "My brother must be having a tough time lately."

The Qingming Festival was approaching again. Many people in Shanghai have ancestors buried in Suzhou, Wuxi, and other places, so every year during Qingming, it's another peak season for Shanghai's passenger transport, with millions traveling to sweep tombs. Zhang Shuicheng's family was also going back to Hunan. Lei Fengjiao had bought their plane tickets long ago; this time, only she and Zhang Feng would be going. Zhang Shuicheng couldn't go because he was going to the United States, and Zhang Yun couldn't go because she was facing a major exam. Li Jiayan also couldn't go because of tomb sweeping at her parents' home.

Zhang Yun was bored at home alone. Because of her exams, none of her friends would come out, so Zhang Yun could only browse the internet by herself. Ever since his encounter with Liu Xia, the 38-year-old CFO of the company, Zhang Yun had developed a strong interest in older, more mature women. Their voluptuous bodies, dignified expressions, and their wanton behavior under his relentless advances gave him immense satisfaction and a great sense of accomplishment. Suddenly, the door to the living room creaked open.

"Who is it? Everyone's out. Is it a robbery?" Zhang Yun tensed up, quickly turning off the lights and hiding in the shadows.

"Dad, you… don't do this, we're at home."

It sounded like his sister-in-law's voice. Zhang Yun was puzzled. "Dad?"

"They've all gone out. Come on, my good daughter-in-law, I missed you so much."

"Hmm… wait, Xiao Yun is here too."

Could it be his father and sister-in-law? Zhang Yun was utterly shocked.

A few minutes later, her door was pushed open. Xiaoyun, hiding in the shadows, saw her father peek out. "Xiaoyun..."

"Xiaoyun's not home, let's have some fun."

"Who's going to be happy? I don't want to! You're so old, and I'm still so young. I'm at a huge disadvantage."

"Alright, baby, stop talking. I'll give you the company's general manager position."

"Mmm..." After that, no one spoke, only the two of them breathing heavily in the quiet night.

Xiaoyun carefully crawled out of the bedroom and looked down. The lights were off, but there was moonlight outside. In the dim moonlight, two white bodies were tightly entwined on the sofa in the living room—it was her father and sister-in-law.

Xiaoyun felt a rush of blood to his head, his penis hard as a rock. His sister-in-law, who usually scolded him, writhed under his father's thrusts, emitting seductive moans that were especially alluring in the night. Xiaoyun couldn't help but masturbate, his eyes fixed on his sister-in-law's snow-white skin. In the quiet night, the sounds of two people having sex filled the air, mingling with his father's deep breathing, his sister-in-law's panting, and Xiaoyun's heavy breathing as he masturbated.

"Ah...ah..." His father and sister-in-law finally reached their climax together.

Xiaoyun, too, ejaculated in this incestuous performance, returning exhausted to his room.

The next morning, Xiaoyun woke up late and lazily went to the restaurant to find something to eat.

"Xiaoyun, you're home?" Xiaoyun looked up and saw Li Jiayan eating breakfast, looking surprised at Xiaoyun. "You, when did you get back?" She was completely different from before, no longer arrogant. Xiaoyun found it amusing; she was acting like a thief with a guilty conscience.

"Oh. I haven't been back long. Where's Dad?" Xiaoyun deliberately mentioned her father.

"He, he, I don't know."

"You're going to work today?" Looking at Li Jiayan dressed in an expensive gray business suit, a red scarf around her neck, her snow-white legs gleaming under flesh-colored stockings, and black high heels—a typical professional woman's attire—Xiaoyun couldn't help but get an erection again.

Li Jiayan noticed Xiaoyun's aggrieved look and hurriedly replied, "Um... I have to go to work, I'll be going now." She then got up and walked towards the door.

Looking at her tall, elegant sister-in-law's dignified expression, and recalling her soft moans beneath her father last night, Xiaoyun felt a surge of excitement. She quickly caught up with Li Jiayan and hugged her tightly. "Sister-in-law, you're so beautiful."

Li Jiayan struggled desperately. "Xiaoyun, let go, I'm your sister-in-law."

"I saw you and Dad yesterday. Do you want me to tell Mom and Brother?" Xiaoyun's hands roamed over Li Jiayan's body, greedily caressing her soft, delicate form.

Li Jiayan shuddered, her body going limp. Xiaoyun seized the opportunity to kiss Li Jiayan's soft lips, his tongue darting into her mouth, greedily sucking on his sister-in-law's fragrant tongue. His hands weren't idle either, kneading Li Jiayan's breasts. Li Jiayan had given up resisting, her body gradually heating up with Xiaoyun's passionate kisses. Just

as Xiaoyun was about to take off Li Jiayan's business attire, Li Jiayan still maintained a bit of womanly modesty, saying, "Don't take it off, it's broad daylight."

Xiaoyun thought that the business attire would be even more enjoyable to have sex with her while she was in it. He turned Li Jiayan around, making her hold the doorknob with her back to him. He slightly raised Li Jiayan's buttocks, rolled up her gray business skirt, and revealed her long, slender legs and round buttocks beneath her snow-white stockings. Xiaoyun's penis hardened again, trembling as he stroked his sister-in-law's beautiful, smooth legs along the silky stockings.

Li Jiayan trembled slightly under Xiaoyun's caresses, her breathing becoming heavier. After a long time, he said, "Xiaoyun, hurry up, someone will be here."

Reluctantly, Xiaoyun slowly removed Li Jiayan's stockings and panties. Her beautiful, round buttocks and black pubic hair seemed to beckon to Xiaoyun. He held his sister-in-law's slender waist and slowly inserted his penis from behind.

"Ah..." Li Jiayan felt a surge of pleasure the moment it was inserted.

Xiaoyun felt a wave of comfort in his penis and began to slowly thrust in and out of Li Jiayan's vagina. Watching his sister-in-law, who usually yelled at him

, writhing and yielding beneath him, Xiaoyun's penis grew even larger. In broad daylight, a 24 or 25-year-old professional woman was passionately having sex with an 18 or 19-year-old boy. Only Li Jiayan's lower body was exposed; her upper body was still wearing a professional women's outfit, and her stockings and underwear were only pulled down to her knees, creating a captivating and erotic scene.

After hundreds of thrusts, Xiaoyun, while frantically pounding into Li Jiayan, kneaded her heavy breasts from behind, occasionally spreading her buttocks to admire her sister-in-law's dark brown anus, and of course, his own penis constantly entering and exiting her. Xiaoyun felt a surge of pride. "You're usually fierce to me, but today I'll show you what I'm capable of." Thinking this, Xiaoyun exerted even more force.

"Xiaoyun, be gentle, it hurts."

Looking at Li Jiayan's furrowed brows and pained expression from behind, Xiaoyun felt a sadistic pleasure.

"Does it still hurt now, sister-in-law?"

"Mmm..."

After hundreds more thrusts, "Ah...ah..." Xiaoyun ejaculated his young semen amidst the immense forbidden pleasure of incest.

(vii) Zhang Shuicheng and Ming Xueer

Jinmao Building Mingcheng Group Headquarters

Ming Xueer took a cup, came to the tea room, poured some coffee, and sat there alone thinking about things at home.

Ming Xueer and Liu Yongkang have been married for almost three years. They were both models when they first met, fell in love, and got married; they were the envy of everyone, a golden couple. They were quite well-known in the modeling world at the time. However, a little over a year into their marriage, Ming Xueer had to give up her beloved modeling career to care for Liu Yongkang's ailing father, who lived with them, and stay home to be a wife and father.

Liu Yongkang initially worked very hard, but after failing in the Shanghai Men's Elite Touch Competition early last year, he became discouraged and often stayed home. The number of gigs he received gradually decreased, so Ming Xueer had to find work again to supplement the family income.

Thinking of this, Ming Xue'er couldn't help but sigh. A grown man, 1.85 meters tall, just stayed home all day, watching football and NBA. The foreign leagues had recently ended, but the Chinese Super League had started. Ming Xue'er knew about the CSL; Mingcheng Group was one of the shareholders of Shanghai International. Yesterday, during the Shanghai Shenhua vs. Shanghai International derby, President Zhang had personally gone to Hongkou Football Stadium. She

'd call up some of her former colleagues in a couple of days to give him a good talking-to. Thinking of her good-for-nothing husband, Ming Xue'er sat there blankly, forgetting to drink her coffee.

"Xiao Xue, what are you thinking about?"

"President Zhang, I'm sorry, I..." Ming Xue'er looked up and saw Zhang Shuicheng smiling at her.

"I was looking for you earlier, but I didn't expect to see you here. Come to my office for a moment."

"Okay, Mr. Zhang."

Ming Xue'er stood up and followed behind Zhang Shuicheng, feeling a little anxious. "Did you do something wrong? It wasn't easy getting into this company." "

Come, Xue'er, have a seat."

"It's alright, just let me know if you need anything."

"You're half a head taller than me standing up, I feel pressured." Zhang Shuicheng looked at Ming Xue'er with a smile.

Ming Xue'er was 1.75 meters tall in high heels, making her the tallest woman in the Mingcheng Group.

"Okay." Seeing that Zhang Shuicheng was joking with her, Ming Xue'er felt a little more relaxed.

Dressed in a grey Ports high-end women's business suit, her jet-black hair was meticulously combed back. Her delicate features exuded elegance and maturity, and her long, slender legs were even more alluring beneath her flesh-colored stockings. A pair of shiny black high heels further accentuated Ming Xue'er's noble bearing.

Zhang Shuicheng glanced at Ming Xue'er, inwardly marveling, "After all, she's a former model, and a Shanghai woman at that. She's truly exceptional."

He had seen countless beautiful women, but Ming Xue'er was indeed quite special—mature and sophisticated. From the very first day Ming Xue'er came to the company for her interview, Zhang Shuicheng was awestruck.

Looking at Ming Xue'er, Zhang Shuicheng felt a surge of blood flow to his lower body, and he slowly began to harden.

As he got older, Zhang Shuicheng's sex drive wasn't what it used to be. For a man like Zhang Shuicheng, the most important thing wasn't material possessions anymore; what mattered most was his most primal instincts. What mattered most was what could stimulate his strong desires and vitality. He had recently found that feeling with his daughter-in-law, aroused by her youthful body and the stimulation of incest.

"Mr. Zhang, is there anything you need?" Seeing Zhang Shuicheng staring intently at her, Ming Xue'er was a little nervous. Although she was used to being stared at like that by men on the street, she didn't expect Zhang Shuicheng, who managed assets worth tens of billions, to do the same. She felt a little shy, but also a little proud.

"Ah... Xiaoxue, it's like this..." Zhang Shuicheng said, slowly standing up and walking over to Xiaoxue, where he sat down.

"Your administrative manager, Manager Wang, is being transferred to Beijing, so the position of administrative manager is vacant. I'd like to find a suitable candidate within your administrative department and would like to hear your thoughts."

Zhang Shuicheng sat close to Ming Xue'er, feeling the warmth of Xiaoxue's soft thighs pressed against his. Ming Xue'er's heart pounded wildly. Having worked in the workplace for several years, she had some understanding of the situation. A strange feeling of tension, unease, and a touch of joy intertwined within her.

In Shanghai, China's largest economic city, power, sex, and money have once again become the most valuable things in society. In this materialistic age, poverty is laughed at, but prostitution is not; morality and dignity have been disregarded.

Her husband was useless, and the burden of the family fell on her shoulders. This was a rare opportunity; she had already been married before, so she could just turn a blind eye to it all. Besides, Zhang Shuicheng was a legendary figure, someone she had always greatly admired. Although he was nearing sixty, he possessed a mature and charming appeal.

Ming Xue'er comforted herself while her feelings were conflicted due to traditional moral principles.

"Xiao Xue, I'm asking you something," the experienced Zhang Shuicheng said, observing Ming Xue'er's changing expression. He already knew what was going on and gently took her hand.

"How would I know, Mr. Zhang?" Ming Xue'er blushed, her voice soft as she tried to pull her hand away.

"Xiao Xue, I think you're capable," Zhang Shuicheng said, holding her hand tightly.

Ming Xue'er's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of excitement and unease.

"I...I'm too inexperienced, I can't do it."

"I said you can, so you can." Zhang Shuicheng knew to strike while the iron was hot, and his hand slowly began to caress the alluring thighs clad in stockings that were exposed.

"Mr. Zhang, please don't do this, this is the company." Ming Xue'er tried to resist, but in Zhang Shuicheng's eyes, Ming Xue'er's refusal seemed so weak.

"Don't worry, without my order, no one dares to come in."

Zhang Shuicheng said, and began to kiss Ming Xue'er's delicate, luscious red lips, which Ming Xue'er turned her head away from.

Zhang Shuicheng held Xiao Xue'er's snow-white neck with one hand and reached into her breasts with the other.

Finally, Zhang Shuicheng kissed Xiaoxue's sweet lips, greedily sucking on the young woman's fragrant tongue and swallowing her delicious saliva. His other hand grasped Xiaoxue's full breasts. Xiaoxue's breathing gradually quickened; initially she resisted, but slowly she became aroused, her tongue entwining with Zhang Shuicheng's, sucking and kissing each other, slowly indulging her desire.

Zhang Shuicheng pulled Xiaoxue up. Standing up, Xiaoxue was a full half-head taller than Zhang Shuicheng. To make love with such a tall and elegant beauty—what more could a man ask for!

"I must have my way with this beauty," Zhang Shuicheng thought, suppressing the raging lust within him. He had Xiaoxue turn her back to him, holding onto the windowsill, while he knelt down and rolled up her gray skirt, gradually revealing her thighs in flesh-colored stockings. A pair of shiny black high heels further accentuated her long, straight legs. Zhang Shuicheng's lust burned fiercely. He leaned down, sticking out his tongue and licking Xiaoxue's high heels, meticulously licking the surface.

Powerful men like Zhang Shuicheng were always aloof and domineering, always behaving arrogantly, while others could only fawn over them. Often, such men harbored a perverse obsession with worshipping a queen.

Xiaoxue noticed Zhang Shuicheng had stopped moving and turned around to see him licking her high heels. She felt a surge of shame, along with a strange, inexplicable feeling.

Zhang Shuicheng licked Xiaoxue's high heels, enjoying this perverse sexual satisfaction. His penis grew harder, and his hands gently caressed her warm, elastic thighs.

Zhang Shuicheng stood up and pulled down Xiaoxue's socks and underwear, slowly revealing her fair, slender legs and full buttocks. He gently stroked them, savoring the wonderful sensation, and Xiaoxue's body trembled slightly.

Zhang Shuicheng squatted down to admire this masterpiece of God. It was a flawless bottom, snow-white and extremely cute. Zhang Shuicheng made Xiaoxue's buttocks slightly stick up, and slowly spread her buttocks apart with his hands. It was so beautiful. Her brown anus instantly bloomed, but it was still tightly contracted because of shyness.

Xiaoxue strongly felt Zhang Shuicheng staring at her anus. She felt both shy and nervous. Suddenly, she felt a tingling sensation in her anus, and something soft was licking it.

Xiaoxue turned her head and saw, "No... Mr. Zhang, it's dirty there..."

Xiaoxue tilted her head back, enjoying the old man's service. Even her husband had never done this.

Zhang Shuicheng licked diligently, enjoying the slightly smelly anus of the young woman, his lower body swelling even more.

In the luxurious office of the Jinmao Tower, a tall, slender professional woman in a gray high-class business suit faced the window, her lower body naked, her snow-white buttocks slightly raised, while a white-haired old man squatted down and licked her beautiful anus from behind. What an obscene scene!

"Xiaoxue, lick it for me..." Zhang Shuicheng stood up and made Xiaoxue squat down.

Ming Xue'er shyly squatted down, only to see that Zhang Shuicheng's penis was already erect and menacing.

Ming Xue'er had performed oral sex on her husband before, but this was the first time she had done it on a man other than her husband. She was very shy and hesitated for a moment. Xiaoxue opened her cherry-like mouth and stuck out her red and tender tongue to lick Zhang Shuicheng's thick penis.

Zhang Shuicheng shivered all over when Xiaoxue licked him, and his penis trembled slightly. After being licked wet for a while, Xiaoxue began to perform deep oral sex on Zhang Shuicheng. Zhang Shuicheng watched his huge penis thrusting in and out of the beauty's mouth, and a sense of pride as a man welled up in his heart.

Xiaoxue's face was flushed, and occasionally, a trace of saliva would appear between the penis she swallowed and the saliva in her mouth. Because she was squatting, Xiaoxue's thighs and buttocks formed a perfect curve, her buttocks half-open with great tension, emitting a dazzling white light.

Under Xiaoxue's licking, Zhang Shuicheng felt a strong urge to urinate. He needed to pee, what should he do? Zhang Shuicheng suddenly had a strong, perverse urge to urinate into Xiaoxue's mouth.

"Xiaoxue, I need to pee."

Xiaoxue quickly spat it out, trying to avoid it.

"Xiaoxue, drink it." "

No, no...you're too perverted..."

"Xiaoxue, I beg you, please satisfy me." Looking at Zhang Shuicheng's pleading eyes.

"How can Mr. Zhang be so perverted? He licked my shoes first, and now he wants me to drink his urine. Should I help him? It's come to this already."

Xiaoxue hesitated for a moment, then knelt in front of Zhang Shuicheng. "Be careful not to get any in my eyes."

Zhang Shuicheng was overjoyed, watching this stunning beauty kneeling before him, her mouth half-open, waiting to drink his urine, with a pitiful expression. It was so lewd, so stimulating.

Xiaoxue closed her eyes and suddenly felt a stream of scalding liquid shoot into her mouth. The sound of water hitting a container echoed throughout the office, and the smell of urine filled the room.

A young woman was kneeling in the office, eyes closed, mouth open, while an old man was urinating in her mouth—what a lewd scene.

A pungent stench assaulted her mouth, and Xiaoxue was about to spit out the urine.

"Xiaoxue, drink it."

Xiaoxue hesitated for a moment, then had no choice but to swallow. It tasted awful, with a strong urine smell. She had never been so humiliated before, and tears of humiliation streamed down her face. Yet, a strange feeling stirred within her.

Watching Xiaoxue, dressed in a gray business suit, her snow-white lower body naked, her hair styled in a mature woman's upturned style, her head tilted back, her delicate lips parted, while his slightly turbid yellow urine flowed continuously into her, watching Xiaoxue struggle to swallow the urine, her closed eyes streaming with tears of humiliation, Zhang Shuicheng felt an unparalleled stimulation, a powerful sadistic pleasure.

Finally, he finished urinating, experiencing a pleasure akin to ejaculation.

"Xiaoxue, thank you." Zhang Shuicheng took a tissue and tenderly wiped away the tears and urine from Xiaoxue's face.

His penis was still erect. Ignoring Xiaoxue's pitiful gaze, Zhang Shuicheng said, "Come on, Xiaoxue, I haven't come out yet."

He turned Xiaoxue around, and she wriggled her buttocks a few times in protest.

Zhang Shuicheng held Xiaoxue's snowy buttocks and slowly inserted his huge penis. It felt so good; youth is truly wonderful! It

went in smoothly, and Zhang Shuicheng was surprised to find that Xiaoxue's vagina was already wet. Could it be that Xiaoxue had also experienced pleasure earlier? Thinking of this, Zhang Shuicheng thrust even more excitedly into the beauty's tender vaginal walls.

Because Xiaoxue was taller than Zhang Shuicheng, he had to stand on tiptoe, supporting her buttocks from behind.

Gradually, Xiaoxue began to feel it, and Zhang Shuicheng also experienced wave after wave of pleasure. He had almost ejaculated during oral sex, but a urination relieved that.

Watching this tall beauty panting softly as he thrust in and out, Zhang Shuicheng felt immense pride. It was truly blissful for an old man in his sixties to be able to enjoy such a young and beautiful body!

After playing for a while, Zhang Shuicheng, being of advanced age and having played for too long, finally ejaculated his old, viscous semen into Xiaoxue's young vagina, feeling somewhat unwilling to give up.

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