Daughter and mother share the same husband

Wu Qian was speechless and dumbfounded upon hearing this.

Peng Chuanwei hadn't expected to actually get Wu Qian into bed. This sweet girl, like clear spring water, was now in his arms, which he considered a great honor.
Wu Qian was terrified by Peng Chuanwei; he was her mother's lover! He had stripped her naked, revealing her as radiant and dazzling as a snowman.
Peng Chuanwei was stunned by the beautiful and sexy body of this young woman. He had seen so many women, but none were as alluring and captivating as Wu Qian. It seemed the saying "better to eat one fresh peach than a basket of inferior apricots" was true.
Wu Qian lay before him like a porcelain doll. He wasn't in a hurry to enter her body; he believed that once the meat was in his mouth, it wouldn't escape him. He wanted to savor this fragrant body.
Wu Qian was exquisitely beautiful, without a single flaw. Her round, firm breasts bloomed quietly like a pair of beautiful lotus flowers. Her two bright red areolas shone like two red dates. A captivating curve cascaded down her waist, her glossy black pubic hair obscuring her vulva—a striking and pleasing sight.
Her full, long, sexy thighs, with blue veins peeking through their snow-white skin, mesmerized Peng Chuanwei. He was young enough to be her uncle or great-uncle. Peng Chuanwei straightened up and straddled Wu Qian, parting her firm thighs with his own. Wu Qian's eyes were glazed, her face flushed. Peng Chuanwei gazed lovingly at her alluring face, forgetting he was in Zhang Qimeng's house, and that he had just made love with Zhang Qimeng before moving on to her daughter. If Zhang Qimeng found out, the consequences would be unimaginable.
However, for a couple burning with desire, these things meant nothing. Peng Chuanwei forgot about Zhang Qimeng in that room; he was captivated by the younger, more alluring body before him. Wu Qian wasn't a promiscuous woman; she was proud too. He didn't know what magic Peng Chuanwei had used to make her so subservient to him. At this moment, Wu Qian's heart was already captivated by this not-so-handsome, even somewhat ugly man. She lay limp, allowing Peng Chuanwei to admire her, without a trace of shame. This surprised even herself. She felt her lower body being opened, and she wanted to struggle, because she was terrified of this thing she had never experienced before. But she had no strength at all. She had heard that men and women could get pregnant from this, and she was afraid of pregnancy.
Peng Chuanwei buried his head in Wu Qian's ample breasts, inhaling a captivating fragrance. It was a scent unique to young women,
and this scent intensified his desire. He had no patience to savor her beautiful body anymore; instead
, he was eager to enter her, as if only by entering could he truly possess her completely. Peng Chuanwei no longer hesitated. He rubbed his member against her vulva, then suddenly entered Wu Qian's body. Wu Qian screamed, making Peng Chuanwei stop. Her scream reminded him of Zhang Qimeng in the room next to theirs. It seemed to remind him that there was a time bomb in that room, threatening to explode at any moment. Peng Chuanwei, afraid that Wu Qian's cries would disturb Zhang Qimeng, covered her bright red mouth with his hand. However, every time he moved, Wu Qian would scream in alarm, occasionally letting out pleasurable moans. He nervously covered her mouth, while she writhed and turned her body and mouth beneath him, seemingly not satisfied without making a sound.
In his fear, Peng Chuanwei opened the vampire's vagina, blood staining both of them.
When Peng Chuanwei returned to Zhang Qimeng's bedroom, she was still fast asleep, which calmed his restless heart. He pulled her white flesh into his arms and fell asleep peacefully.
Since Wu Qian had sexual relations with Peng Chuanwei, she had developed a dependence on him, frequently texting him, hoping to reunite with him. She lost interest in reading, and Peng Chuanwei wasn't serious about her. He wanted to distance himself from her because the girl's love was passionate, and he was afraid of causing trouble. Love was no longer important to him; what mattered was his demands. He wanted to get rid of this girl who was no longer a virgin as soon as possible.
To forget Wu Qian, he frantically had sex with her mother, Zhang Qimeng, making Zhang Qimeng look like a newlywed woman, her face often flushed with happiness. It was incredibly alluring.
Zhang Qimeng loved Peng Chuanwei very much. During this time, Peng Chuanwei also had some entanglement with Han Chen, which Zhang Qimeng discovered. She went to Han Chen.
"Han Chen, I want to talk to you,"
Zhang Qimeng said after sitting down in Han Chen's office. "I know why you're here to see me?"
Han Chen didn't back down, giving her a disdainful look. "Is it about Director Peng?"
Zhang Qimeng hadn't expected Han Chen to be so direct. For a moment, she was speechless.
“Don’t talk to me about this,”
Han Chen said. “Peng Chuanwei isn’t your husband. He’s a heartthrob, not yours alone. You think you can have him all to yourself?”
Zhang Qimeng hadn’t expected Han Chen to become so shameless and lewd. She was furious. She returned home dejectedly.
Wu Qian lived at school in the provincial capital. She rarely came home; whenever Peng Chuanwei had time, this apartment became their lovemaking location.
That day, Wu Qian’s sudden return without calling her beforehand seemed suspicious. Moreover, she didn’t know when her daughter, Wu Qian, returned while she was with Peng Chuanwei. After making love with Peng Chuanwei that day, she had fallen into a deep sleep. She didn’t know what was wrong with her; she slept very soundly and had no idea when her daughter returned. She was awakened by a throbbing sensation in her lower body. Opening her sleepy eyes, she found herself naked in Peng Chuanwei’s arms. She glanced at Peng Chuanwei, who was fast asleep. Not wanting to wake him, she gently removed his arm, put on her pajamas, and left the bedroom. When she reached the living room, she froze. Her daughter's bag and clothes were scattered on the sofa. Her daughter was back? When had she returned? How come she didn't know? Had her daughter seen what happened between her and Peng Chuanwei? What bad luck—why had she brought Peng Chuanwei home? She guiltily pushed open her daughter's bedroom door.
Wu Qian lay naked on the bed, covered with a towel. Her smooth arms and thighs were exposed, very sexy. Wu Qian heard movement outside the door. Thinking Peng Chuanwei had come again, she eagerly looked up. But it was her mother who pushed the door open. Disappointed, she nestled against the pillow. "Qianqian, when did you get back?"
Zhang Qimeng excitedly sat next to Wu Qian on the edge of the bed. "Why didn't you call Mom when you got back?"
"I've been back for over three hours. I saw you were busy, so I didn't bother you,"
Wu Qian said sharply.
Zhang Qimeng's heart sank. Her face flushed instantly. She said, "Qianqian, how could you say that? By the way, have you eaten? It's your turn to cook."
"No need. I have no appetite,"
Wu Qian said coldly.
"Fine, then don't eat."
Zhang Qimeng hurried off to prepare food for Wu Qian. Because Han Chen's husband, Li Qiutian, kept a close eye on her, Peng Chuanwei broke off all contact with her. He didn't want to appear in public with his eyes glazed over. Besides, he wasn't lacking in women, so he and Zhang Qimeng became very close. Although Zhang Qimeng was a bit older, she was a mature woman, and mature women understand romance.
One reason Peng Chuanwei and Zhang Qimeng were so close was Wu Qian. They had cheated on each other when Zhang Qimeng wasn't home. Peng Chuanwei's desire for Zhang Qimeng was intense, and Zhang Qimeng interpreted his desire for her as love. Therefore, she trusted Peng Chuanwei completely and even gave him a key to her house. With the key, Peng Chuanwei began to have inappropriate thoughts. So, while Zhang Qimeng was at work, he called Wu Qian, asking her to come back for a secret rendezvous.
Every time Wu Qian received his call, she was as happy as a little bird, rushing back from her school in the provincial capital in a great hurry. She made up all sorts of excuses to lie to her teachers.
Every time they were together, they were passionate and intense. Peng Chuanwei, this older man, had given Wu Qian, a young girl, a taste of the sweetness of lovemaking.
Wu Qian couldn't live without Peng Chuanwei; she went home every few days and rarely stayed at school anymore.
"Qianqian, why haven't you been staying at school lately?"
Zhang Qimeng asked one day, watching Wu Qian chatting on the computer. "Are you allowed to come back to school often?"
Wu Qian replied while chatting. "It's fine. My classmates often go home."
Zhang Qimeng leaned closer. "Who are you chatting with?"
Zhang Qimeng noticed the handsome guy's avatar flashing on Wu Qian's screen, accompanied by a buzzing sound. "So lively?"
"Mom, go stand aside."
Wu Qian rolled her eyes at Zhang Qimeng. "You have no manners at all! Watching me surf the internet behind me? Computers are private too. You're a white-collar worker, how can you not understand this?"
Zhang Qimeng blushed, her face turning red with embarrassment. "I'm your mother."
"Just because I'm your mother doesn't give me special privileges?"
Wu Qian said, typing skillfully. “A mother should respect her daughter’s privacy.”
“How old are you to have a private life?”
Zhang Qimeng was speechless.
“How old am I?”
Wu Qian said disdainfully. “I’m a woman.”
Zhang Qimeng hadn’t expected her daughter to grow up so quickly. She actually called herself a woman. Zhang Qimeng ignored her and retreated to her own territory.
Wu Qian was actually very upset; she had actually competed with her mother for a lover and felt extremely ashamed.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Zhang Qimeng hurriedly opened it, and there was Peng Chuanwei. This made her overjoyed but also melancholy, because her daughter Wu Qian was home.
“Why are you here?”
Zhang Qimeng said.
“Why aren’t you welcome?”
Peng Chuanwei asked.
“My daughter is home,”
Zhang Qimeng said.
“What’s she afraid of?”
Peng Chuanwei said. “She’s not going to eat me.”
“Mom, who’s here? Come in and talk, don’t chatter.”
Wu Qian said while browsing the internet.
“Your Uncle Peng.”
Zhang Qimeng said hurriedly.
“Which Uncle Peng?”
Wu Qian was still browsing the internet. Without even looking up, Peng Chuanwei said as he changed his shoes, "This is your daughter. She's quick-witted."
Zhang Qimeng assumed her daughter didn't know Peng Chuanwei. They never bumped into each other, even when Peng Chuanwei was there when her daughter Wu Qian returned that day, but he was in the same room as Zhang Qimeng. Zhang Qimeng assumed Peng Chuanwei didn't know Wu Qian.
"This is my daughter Wu Qian,"
Zhang Qimeng introduced them. "This is your Uncle Peng."
"Mom, you don't need to introduce us, we know each other."
Wu Qian turned and smiled. Very charming.
This startled Zhang Qimeng, who asked blankly, "You know each other?"
Wu Qian's abrupt question startled Peng Chuanwei .
"Isn't he the famous Factory Director Peng from the clothing factory? How come I don't know him?"
Wu Qian said.
Peng Chuanwei's heart, which had been fluttering, settled.
Zhang Qimeng said, "This girl, she's talking incoherently. Old Peng, let's talk in my room."
Peng Chuanwei followed Zhang Qimeng into her room, and Wu Qian glared at him fiercely. Peng Chuanwei was startled. That gaze was so penetrating that even on Zhang Qimeng's bed, he couldn't concentrate, making Zhang Qimeng very irritable.
"What's wrong with you today?"
Zhang Qimeng kissed his bare chest. "You weren't like this before. Did you just finish with your wife at home?"
Peng Chuanwei pinched Zhang Qimeng's plump buttocks. "Such beautiful spring scenery, how could I be lusting after someone else?"
Zhang Qimeng screamed exaggeratedly.
Wu Qian turned the TV volume up to the maximum in the living room, ruining their enjoyment. They parted on bad terms.
Recently, Zhang Qimeng noticed that Wu Qian was often at home, not going to school. And she had gained weight; her waistline was constantly thickening.
"Qianqian, why have you gotten so fat lately?"
Zhang Qimeng asked with concern. "Shouldn't you lose weight?"
"Lose weight?"
Wu Qian said, "It's normal."
"How is this normal? A young woman this fat, how will she find a husband in the future?"
Zhang Qimeng said.
"I'm pregnant,"
Wu Qian said calmly.
"What?"
Zhang Qimeng was shocked.
"The reason I'm doing this is because I'm carrying a new life,"
Wu Qian declared eloquently.
Zhang Qimeng stared at her daughter, unblinking, as if she didn't recognize her.
"So I'm not going to school anymore,"
her daughter continued.
"Whose?"
Now, Zhang Qimeng was most concerned about who the father of her daughter's child was, so she could find a trace of the child.
"Your lover,"
Wu Qian said calmly.
"My lover?"
Zhang Qimeng didn't understand the meaning of Wu Qian's words.
"Peng Chuanwei's,"
Wu Qian said. "We've been together for a long time."
"You...you..."
Zhang Qimeng finally understood that her daughter had fallen for Peng Chuanwei, the man who had caused her so much pain. Her blood rushed to her head. "How could you do this? How could you be so disrespectful?"
"And what about you?"
Wu Qian retorted.
"You're still a girl, how can you compare to me?"
Zhang Qimeng was a little hysterical.
"So what if I'm a girl?"
Wu Qian countered.
"Slap!"
Zhang Qimeng slapped Wu Qian hard across the face, leaving five handprints on Wu Qian's flushed cheeks.
"Go ahead and hit me,"
Wu Qian said, glaring at her mother with fiery eyes. "You still dare to tell me what to do? You're no better than me!"
Wu Qian's words made Zhang Qimeng feel utterly ashamed.

Zhang Qimeng felt extremely embarrassed and confused about her daughter's pregnancy. How could her daughter be so indifferent? This was a serious matter for her daughter! And yet, she shamelessly and fearlessly told her.
Zhang Qimeng was overwhelmed by her daughter's pregnancy. She went to Peng Chuanwei's office and, upon entering, immediately said rudely, "What have you done? You've gotten my daughter pregnant! You need to give me an explanation. What are you going to do about it?"
Peng Chuanwei was lounging on the sofa, leisurely exhaling smoke. Zhang Qimeng's abrupt entrance surprised him, as he hadn't made plans with her that day. Peng Chuanwei and Zhang Qimeng had a prior arrangement; being both middle-class, they were cautious in their interactions, and neither party could approach the other without prior notice. Even if there was something to discuss, they would contact each other by phone and obtain the other's consent before meeting. What was wrong with Zhang Qimeng today? But Peng Chuanwei quickly realized she was there to confront him. He didn't want a direct confrontation, so he feigned ignorance. "What does your daughter's pregnancy have to do with me?"
"Don't play dumb with me!"
Zhang Qimeng rolled her eyes at him. "You're denying what you've done."
"You can't just say things like that,"
Peng Chuanwei said shamelessly. "This concerns your and your daughter's reputation."
"I know, who would tell anyone unless absolutely necessary?"
Zhang Qimeng said shamefully.
Peng Chuanwei wondered how she knew about this. Could it be that Wu Qian told her? Peng Chuanwei denied it. He suddenly remembered. Wu Qian was pregnant? Was it true? Zhang Qimeng had just said that if she was really pregnant, it would be a big problem. Peng Chuanwei fell into deep thought.
"You scoundrel, are you making me lose face?"
Zhang Qimeng said.
Peng Chuanwei thought that since she knew, he might as well go all the way. "So what do you suggest?"
Peng Chuanwei's question stumped Zhang Qimeng. Yes, even if Wu Qian was pregnant because of him, what could she do?
Peng Chuanwei noticed Zhang Qimeng's hesitation and said, "How about this? From now on, all of Wu Qian's expenses will be mine. She can also work for my factory after graduation."
"Who cares about your measly money?"
Zhang Qimeng said angrily. "Do you think I'm here to extort money from you? Besides, I'm not short of money. Don't think that everything can be solved with money."
"It's so hard for college students to find jobs these days,"
Peng Chuanwei ignored her and continued. "Isn't it a big deal that I've solved Wu Qian's job problem?"
Zhang Qimeng wanted to say something, but Peng Chuanwei moved closer to her. "Besides, given our relationship, do you need to come here to question us about this? We should keep the good stuff in the family." Peng Chuanwei put his arm around Zhang Qimeng's waist and picked her up.
"Let me go, you pervert!"
Zhang Qimeng struggled in his arms, her legs kicking erratically, one of her high heels falling to the ground.
Peng Chuanwei ignored her struggles, carried her straight into the inner room, and threw her hard onto the bed. Zhang Qimeng lay on the bed, panting heavily, her expression panicked.
Peng Chuanwei pressed closer. “Peng Chuanwei, don’t touch me. You scoundrel. Shameless.”
Peng Chuanwei said with a grin. “Don’t you miss me?”
He groped her plump buttocks. “You don’t miss me, she misses me.”
“You’re not human. You won’t even spare my daughter.”
Zhang Qimeng struggled desperately. “If I’m still with you, then I’m not human either. Let me go. Scum.”
Peng Chuanwei looked at the woman struggling on the bed and thought that she was more interesting than the woman who obeyed him, so he forcibly tore off her clothes. Zhang Qimeng kept twisting her body, trying to get rid of him. Peng Chuanwei thought that the more a woman did this, the more interesting she was. He played with her like a cat playing with a mouse.
Zhang Qimeng was forced into his body by Peng Chuanwei. She resisted, but slowly she felt pleasure in her body and forgot his many sins. She writhed and moaned beneath him like a fish in water.
Zhang Qimeng had originally come to confront Peng Chuanwei, but unexpectedly, he had taken her to bed, and she had even been moaning and groaning with pleasure beneath him. She felt herself falling into depravity, and in such a shameless way.
Dejected, Zhang Qimeng returned home. Wu Qian was online.
"Qianqian, Mom wants to discuss something with you."
Zhang Qimeng sat down beside her. Wu Qian had turned the computer speakers up very loud, filling the room with the poignant song "Poisonous Perfume."
"Qianqian, could you turn the volume down a bit?"
Zhang Qimeng said.
Wu Qian rolled her eyes. "If it's something, just say it. Can't you see I'm busy?"
Wu Qian's words hurt her deeply. What's wrong with girls these days? So disrespectful to their parents. But Zhang Qimeng tried to suppress her temper. She asked, "What do you want to do?"
"What do I want to do?"
Wu Qian glanced back at her, asking dismissively.
"The child in your belly?"
Zhang Qimeng asked.
"Give birth to it,"
Wu Qian said calmly, as if it weren't her concern.
Zhang Qimeng broke out in a cold sweat. She hurriedly said, "No."
"Why not?"
Wu Qian continued chatting, "I like children, so I want to have this baby. What's wrong?"
"You're still a girl,"
Zhang Qimeng said.
"What kind of girl am I?"
Wu Qian smiled faintly. "What girl gets pregnant?"
Zhang Qimeng hadn't expected her daughter to be so indifferent to this. It was as if it weren't happening to her, which saddened her greatly.
"No, you can't have this child,"
Zhang Qimeng said firmly.
"It's my own child, I can have it if I want,"
Wu Qian glanced at her mother disdainfully. "I'm determined to have this child."
Seeing her daughter's determination, Zhang Qimeng didn't know what to say, because after all, a daughter is more independent than her mother. She couldn't interfere too much; she felt like she was holding a hedgehog in her hands, unsure what to do.
Wu Qian finally gave birth to the child. And it was a boy. This filled Zhang Qimeng with worry. But she had no choice; she still had to stay home and take care of her daughter during her postpartum period.
News of Wu Qian's childbirth spread quickly, and people pointed and whispered behind Zhang Qimeng's back. Zhang Qimeng's expression turned extremely solemn. Peng Chuanwei, upon hearing that Wu Qian had given birth to a healthy baby boy, beamed with joy. He bought a considerable amount of tonics and came to Zhang Qimeng's house. Looking at her former lover, now burdened by this change in status, Zhang Qimeng felt a sharp pain in her heart. Was he her lover, or her son-in-law?
"Look how adorable your son is,"
Wu Qian said to Peng Chuanwei.
"Yes,"
Peng Chuanwei replied with a broad smile. "If the mother is beautiful, how could the child be anything less?"
"Exactly,"
Wu Qian smiled contentedly. "Our son looks like me; if he looked like you, we'd be in trouble."
Their sweet words pierced Zhang Qimeng's heart like bullets, and she silently endured the wound. The pain was unbearable.
Zhang Qimeng silently simmered chicken soup for her daughter in the kitchen. Laughter and cheerful voices drifted from her daughter's room, while tears streamed down Zhang Qimeng's face.
"You have to name our son,"
her daughter pleaded .
"Of course,"
Peng Chuanwei replied. "I'll find someone to name him, a good name,"
her daughter insisted, constantly mentioning "son." This deeply wounded Zhang Qimeng's heart. Her heart ached terribly.
Peng Chuanwei came even more frequently. Whenever he arrived, Wu Qian's room was filled with laughter and joy; they seemed like a family enjoying a blissful time together.
But this was Zhang Qimeng's most painful and awkward time. A great deal of bitterness remained hidden in her heart.
Peng Chuanwei drifted between the mother and daughter, now spending more time in bed with Wu Qian, leaving Zhang Qimeng feeling neglected, causing her immense psychological and physical distress.
Moreover, they disregarded Zhang Qimeng's feelings, screaming and playing loudly during their lovemaking, disturbing her peace of mind. Restless and uneasy,
Zhang Qimeng harbored resentment towards Peng Chuanwei, yet she couldn't bring herself to hate him. Sometimes she even thought about him, recalling the sweetness of their lovemaking.
She often cursed herself inwardly as shameless and despicable.
Peng Chuanwei seemed to sense her resentment and would sometimes try to seduce her. She outwardly refused, but inwardly she craved it, creating a deep inner conflict.
This rogue, Peng Chuanwei, understood women's hearts well. He could easily seduce her even when she resisted, leaving her with regret afterward. Yet, if he wanted her again, she would readily submit. She didn't understand herself, often bewildered by this contradictory psychology.
Wu Qian finally entered Peng Chuanwei's factory as his secretary, and their relationship deepened. They even spent every day together, their rumors spreading throughout the factory. Zhang Qimeng stopped going to Peng Chuanwei's factory; she couldn't stand the gossip. Because of these rumors, Peng Chuanwei attracted the attention of Chairman Liu. Chairman Liu summoned Peng Chuanwei to the head office with a phone call.
Peng Chuanwei walked nervously into Chairman Liu's office. He stammered, "Chairman, you wanted to see me?"
Chairman Liu ignored him, still engrossed in his newspaper.
Peng Chuanwei dared not utter another sound, standing motionless.
"Do you know why I'm here?"
Chairman Liu asked, still holding the newspaper, his face grim.
"I don't know,"
Peng Chuanwei said anxiously.
"He's too much of a womanizer. He even took advantage of a mother and daughter," Chairman
Liu said.
Peng Chuanwei understood; the chairman wanted to see him because of a woman. That made things easier.
"Chairman, don't listen to people's nonsense,"
Peng Chuanwei said with a fawning smile. "They resent me because you have to offend people when you work. And if you offend people, they'll talk badly about you behind your back."
"Whether it's true or not, you must keep a low profile,"
Chairman Liu put down his newspaper.
"Chairman, you are…"
Peng Chuanwei sensed the tension in Chairman Liu's voice.
"I want to transfer you to the head office first,"
Chairman Liu said. "You've been the factory director for years, you must be tired. Take a break first. We'll arrange your work later."
"Chairman..."
"Don't say anything more."
Chairman Liu waved his hand and said. "It's decided."
Peng Chuanwei felt it; his official hat was gone. He was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

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