A short while later, light footsteps could be heard upstairs.
Shen Rulan appeared at the top of the stairs.
She was wearing a light pink silk loungewear set, her long, freshly washed hair was draped over her shoulders, and she was casually drying it with a towel. Water droplets from her hair slid down her chest and dripped onto the fabric, leaving a large, barely visible wet patch.
The fabric clung to her body, making her outline perfectly clear—her breasts were high and trembling slightly, and even the round, pert buttocks below her waist were outlined by the thin fabric, making them appear full and luscious.
As Shen Rulan went downstairs, she said softly, "Xiao Fan, Mom is done washing up. You should go too."
She was holding a towel in her hand, drying her hair.
Her wet hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends swaying gently with her movements. Water droplets occasionally slid down her neck, across her collarbone, and into her collar.
The neckline of that silk loungewear was already loose, and as she moved, the hem slipped down an inch, revealing half of her shoulder.
The light-colored bra straps clung tightly to her flesh, sinking into her skin, creating a soft, barely visible curve as her chest rose and fell with her walk.
She walked to the sofa, looked down at Chu Fan who was still sitting, and said in a gentle but slightly reproachful tone, "Go on, you have to go to work tomorrow!"
As she drew near, Chu Fan could clearly smell her scent—
It smells like freshly washed hair, with a hint of dampness, and a faint milky and soapy scent like shower gel. The various scents blend together gently and softly waft into your nose, which smells wonderful.
Chu Fan raised his head slightly, his gaze meeting the gap in her neckline—
The wet silk was almost transparent, clinging to the skin and outlining two high, full breasts, their contours so clear they were almost naked.
Her cleavage was deep, with a water stain still hanging in the middle, slowly winding down and disappearing into the fabric below her waist.
His heart skipped a beat, his throat tightened, and even his breathing faltered.
Shen Rulan didn't notice anything amiss. She simply raised her hand to tidy her wet hair, turned around, walked to the TV cabinet, and took out a hairdryer from the drawer.
She plugged in the power cord and sat down on the sofa.
As soon as she sat down, the silk nightgown slid down her thighs and clung to her even tighter, immediately stretching her peach-like buttocks. The fabric was so thin that even the edges of her underwear were faintly visible at the base of her thighs.
Shen Rulan seemed oblivious, brushed her hair to one side, picked up the hairdryer, turned it to the lowest setting, and began to slowly dry her hair.
A gentle breeze lifted her damp hair and lightly raised the hem of her nightgown—
Under the lights, everything was indistinct, yet it was exhilarating.
Chu Fan simply couldn't hold on any longer.
His throat was dry. He suddenly stood up and whispered, "Mom, I'm going to take a shower."
After saying that, he didn't even dare to raise his head, and took a step away, but his movements were obviously stiff.
Because his lower body was already hard and swollen, his crotch was bulging high, sticking tightly to the fabric, and even when he walked, it was bouncing and pushing against him, so hot that it felt like it was about to explode.
He had no choice but to hunch over slightly and squeeze his legs together even tighter in an attempt to cover the bulge.
His steps were uneven, he walked quickly but very unnaturally, as if he had something he couldn't help but carry between his legs.
Just as he stepped onto the stairs, he couldn't help but glance one last time at Shen Rulan on the sofa—
She was blowing her hair with her head down, and the forward-leaning posture made her cleavage appear even deeper, while the hem of her skirt was stretched taut because her legs were crossed.
Chu Fan took a deep breath, quickly went upstairs to the second floor, entered the bedroom, found a nightgown in the closet, and went straight into the bathroom.
As soon as the door opened, a wave of warm, damp air hit me. The bathroom still held the steam from her shower, and the scent of Shen Rulan lingered everywhere.
A faint body fragrance, with a hint of milky shower gel scent, and the subtle, warm aroma of a mature woman, mingled with the humid air and entered his nostrils.
Taking a deep breath, Chu Fan closed the door and was about to take off his clothes when he noticed a faint pink glimpse on the edge of the laundry basket.
Chu Fan's hand involuntarily reached out, trembling as he gently lifted the pink clothes from the laundry basket.
It was a woman's underwear.
Slightly damp, as if it had just been removed from between a woman's legs, soft and warm, as if still retaining the warmth of her body.
Chu Fan's mind exploded, and he froze on the spot.
The person who just took a shower was my mother-in-law, Shen Rulan.
Those underwear, without a doubt—belong to her.
Thinking of this, his fingers gripping the fabric suddenly tightened.
What made it even harder for him to look away was the slightly darker color of the fabric at the bottom, with a few faint stains and a few curly hairs stuck to the edge.
The color is too dark, so it's clearly not hair.
Those are the hairs between the legs...
Chu Fan's breathing became completely disordered, and an image uncontrollably surfaced in his mind—
My mother-in-law stood there, one hand holding onto the laundry sink, the other pulling down the panties that had covered her private parts all day.
The fabric slid through the seams, sliding down her legs before being casually tossed into the laundry basket.
His eyes were fixed on the light pink panties in his hand. He gently squeezed them with his fingertips. The soft, skin-hugging fabric was almost touching his palm, carrying a faint fragrance and the warmth of a woman's body.
He finally couldn't hold back—
His right hand slowly reached towards his waistband, the movement stiff yet urgent.
With a hiss, the zipper was undone. Chu Fan gritted his teeth and pulled off the restraints on his lower body. His hot and hard penis sprang out instantly, standing straight and erect, veins bulging, already red and burning hot.
He took a deep breath, brought the underwear to his nose, and took a gentle sniff—
That familiar yet unfamiliar scent wafted over him. Beneath the gentle fragrance of shower gel lay a smell that only he could discern at this moment—a slightly fishy-sweet aroma, like something that had just been removed from a woman's most intimate place.
"ha..."
He let out a low gasp, his throat tightening, his right hand gripping his burning hot penis, slowly stroking it while pressing his underwear against his face.
He closed his eyes, his mind filled with images of his mother-in-law—
My mother-in-law, who had just finished showering, had a towel loosely wrapped around her chest. Drops of water slid down her snow-white collarbone, into her cleavage, and then meandered down her lower abdomen, flowing into the folds of her pubic hair...
She reached for the towel, her movements slow and deliberate, her breasts heaving with each motion. As she pulled her panties up from her thighs, her legs came together, and the pink fabric nestled between her fleshy cleft…
"Hold..."
Chu Fan cursed under his breath, and his hand moved even faster as he masturbated.