Chapter 102: Caught!

  Fang Liping, what's wrong with you? Have you gone mad? You actually think of yourself as her deceased husband.

  Su Lin's eyes were almost completely occupied by two round white flesh balls, Fang Leping stroked her own body with a self-pitying smile, and grasped Su Lin's hand to stroke her chest.

  "Zemin! Feel it, has it grown a lot? You know how much pain I've been in over the past ten years?"

  Smooth touch, plump softness, Su Lin couldn't help but press her fingertips lightly, so elastic.

  "Ah! Zemin! I'm so bloated, it's so uncomfortable..."

  Twisting her body, Fang Liping's eyes were half-closed and half-open, her lips already a scorching fire red, tender and tempting, both hands pressed down on Su Lin's hands, sweeping them fiercely over her own body.

  It's really too explosive, Su Lin can't stand such stimulation, looking at Fang Leping's mature and unripe body in front of him, emitting a tempting fragrance, the fruit that has been formed for more than ten years has not been picked, and it seems like a dry riverbed in the desert for more than ten years.

  That scorching desire, that bewildering pursuit. Su Lin licked her lips, and some part of her body had already reacted.

  At this time, however, Qin Yanran hiding under the quilt was anxious. Although her head was covered with a quilt and she couldn't see anything, Qin Yanran could hear her mother's words full of flirtatious meaning, and even more so, her mother's heavy breathing and moans of desire.

  Su Lin is her own classmate, how can she be her mother?

  Qin Yanran's heart is also in a mess, although she also knows that her mother regards Su Lin as her own deceased father. She is not a child anymore and understands that women have needs too, but her mother has been a widow for so many years. When desire bursts out, it's like a dam breaking.

  Helpless, Qin Yanran couldn't expose herself at this time, or it would make the situation even more chaotic. Qin Yanran was very helpless and didn't know what to do now, she couldn't even turn over. Qin Yanran gritted her teeth, hating Su Lin to death, who would still have such a perverted idea at this time. Because Qin Yanran's face was tightly attached to Su Lin's waist, she had just seen with her own eyes that Su Lin's dark blue four-cornered underwear quickly erected a small tent.

  A strong masculine scent wafted over, what a smell! Qin Yanran was both shy and angry, her small face flushed bright red, but her nose seemed to like this smell, it wasn't fragrant, heavy and even slightly pungent, yet why couldn't she help but want to take big deep breaths?

  Su Lin, this heartless man, that's his own mother! Is he having thoughts about his own mother too? Otherwise, why would he have reacted like that?

  No! No!

  Things can't go on like this, something must be done.

  Qin Yanran was anxious and couldn't expose her figure, nor could she stop her mother, so she severely reminded Su Lin.

  Qin Yanran gently stroked upwards with her small hand and pinched Su Lin's waist hard.

  "Ah..."

  Su Lin felt a pang of pain, and his entire body arched up. He was already close to Fang Leping, and now he was even closer, his face buried in her chest, enveloped by two warm and soft things.

  "What's wrong? Zemin? Hurrying again? Don't hurry, Ping'er will serve you slowly as before..."

  Fang Liping burst out laughing, her two hands directly embracing Su Lin's neck, pressing his head against her chest. She tilted her head back, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure, crying out: "Zemin, my chest is so swollen, grab me! Suck me..."

  "This..."

  Feeling the warmth and softness of her face, a faint body scent, a mature fragrance that makes it impossible to resist. Su Lin had long forgotten the pain of being pinched by Qin Yanran just now, and after pursing his lips, he unceremoniously opened his mouth and sucked in a scorching red bean, sucking it fiercely.

  "Ah...... Uh...... That's it......"

  Su Lin's tongue was really powerful, Fang Leping felt a strong electric current spreading throughout her body, her hands and feet were numb, even her fingertips were stretched out, her whole body was tense, her hands clenched, hooking Su Lin's neck tighter, as if she wanted to press Su Lin's entire body into hers.

  "Despicable Su Lin, why haven't you let go yet, but instead became more ruthless?"

  Her mother's shout made Qin Yanran's face even more scorching, and the one on Su Lin's waist just now didn't calm Su Lin down, but instead made Su Lin more excited, because Qin Yanran saw that the small tent was a little bigger.

  Oh my god! What is this thing? It's actually able to inflate that big in an instant.

  Qin Yanran was indignant and felt it was unfair, not wanting her mother to be humiliated by Su Lin like this again. She steeled herself and said that the place where men were vulnerable was fragile to death, so she would grab it tightly to see if Su Lin would wake up or not.

  Holding her breath, Qin Yanran's heart was also pounding rapidly. She had never been so close to a boy's body before, let alone directly touching the most private part of a boy. It's normal for young boys and girls in puberty to be curious about each other's bodies.

  Shyness and curiosity that was hard to express, at this time in this situation, even more so in Qin Yanran's heart, infinitely expanded.

  She stretched out her slender and delicate small hand, Qin Yanran was a little afraid again, that thing was so big, it seemed to be hot too, didn't know if it would bite people or not?

  Gently, from Su Lin's thigh, Qin Yanran's small hand slid up, and Su Lin also clearly felt it. At this moment, he felt like a god, enjoying the blessings of heaven, with unparalleled beauty.

  But the good feeling didn't last for a few seconds, Su Lin suddenly felt a sharp pain below, and Qin Yanran's small hand actually grabbed onto Su Lin's thing without mercy, Su Lin was in so much pain that he was gritting his teeth.

  Su Lin now had Fang Lihong's scarlet strawberry in his mouth, and with a burst of energy, he bit down on it. Fang Lihong felt an extraordinary thrill, pain mixed with pleasure, and she couldn't help but let out a loud cry.

  Su Lin couldn't take it anymore! She also woke up and remembered that Qin Yanran was still under the quilt, how could she do this in front of her? Fang Liping was just temporarily blinded, mistaking herself for her late husband, what kind of person was she?

  A wave of guilt and self-reproach, Su Lin's face was also burning with shame, feeling that below was still tightly grasped by Qin Yanran, both painful and tight. Hurriedly pushing Fang Liping away, then stretching his hand into the quilt, struggling free from Qin Yanran's small hands, suddenly jumping down from the bed, picking up Fang Liping's sleepwear that had been thrown to the ground, handing it over to Fang Liping, shaking her, solemnly saying: "Aunt Ping, wake up! I am Su Lin, not your husband Qin Zemin."

  Su Lin felt ashamed, his eyes darting back and forth as he looked at Fang Liping's chest, where he had just bitten, and saw that there was already a faint red tooth mark.

  "You're not Su Lin. You are my husband, you are my Ze Min."

  At this time, Fang Liping was as stubborn as a three-year-old child, as if in a trance, without considering the consequences, and not even putting on the pajamas that Su Lin handed over, she rushed up like this, tightly wrapping her arms around Su Lin, shouting: "Zemin! Don't leave me again, okay? Ping'er misses you, Ping'er really misses you."

  Su Lin was at a loss for what to do, and in this situation, Fang Liping seemed to be possessed by a demon, insisting that Su Lin was her husband Qin Zemin.

  "Su Lin, take my mom back to her room first..."

  Qin Yanran, who had been holding back, secretly stuck her head out of the quilt, and at this moment Fang Liping was hugging Su Lin with her back to the bed. Qin Yanran winked at Su Lin and whispered.

  "Good!"

  Su Lin also knew that now was not the time to explain things to Qin Yanran, the key was to first solve the mess with Fang Liping. Taking Fang Liping back to her room would at least prevent Qin Yanran from being exposed, and it would be much easier to wake Fang Liping up afterwards.

  "Okay okay... I'm Zemin, I'm Zemin! Ping'er, this isn't our room, can you take me to your room?"

  It's like coaxing a child, Su Lin wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes - that the majestic and powerful female mayor Fang Liping in the city government building would have such a side.

  "Alright, Zemin come with me. Today I changed my new bed sheets, clean and tidy, the quilt has also been sunned, you said you like the smell of the quilt after being sunned, warm and cozy..."

  This method was indeed effective. Fang Liping relaxed her tight grip on Su Lin's hand and instead pulled him, running quickly towards her bedroom.

  Bang! Qin Yanran knew that Su Lin had deliberately slammed the door of her mother's bedroom, reminding her that it was safe and she could come out from under Su Lin's bed.

  Her body was scorching hot, and Qin Yanran found herself covered in sweat, her sleepwear clinging to her skin. Looking at her small palms, there was still a hint of heat lingering on them. Dazed, Qin Yanran stared at her palm, feeling an itchiness in her heart, muttering to herself: "Just now, did I really grab Su Lin?"

  She was a bit stunned! Qin Yanran didn't come back to her senses until after a while, her heart was all messy inside, and it seemed like her brain had completely stopped working.

  "Oh no! What's wrong with Mom today? How could she mistake Su Lin for Dad?! This... is over! Su Lin has followed Mom back to the room, just the two of them, heaven help us!"

  Just out of Su Lin's quilt, Qin Yanran was anxious. Just when she had her own time, her mother and Su Lin were like that. Now Su Lin was taken back to the room by her mother, who knows what would happen next.