Chapter 6: Little Panties

Before long, soft footsteps sounded upstairs.

Shen Rulan appeared at the top of the stairs.

She was wearing a pale pink silk loungewear set. Her freshly washed long hair hung damp over her shoulders as she absentmindedly dabbed it with a towel, and droplets from the ends slid down over her chest, landing on the fabric and leaving a large, faintly visible wet patch.

The material clung to her body, outlining everything in sharp detail. Her breasts rose high and trembled faintly, and even the round, full curve of her ass below her waist was traced by the thin cloth until it looked almost deliciously ripe.

As she came down the stairs, Shen Rulan said softly, "Xiaofan, Mom's done washing up. You should go ahead too."

She was still holding the towel and drying her hair as she spoke.

Wet strands rested on her shoulders, and with every movement they swayed lightly, sending more droplets down her neck, across her collarbone, and into her neckline.

The silk top already had a loose collar, and as she moved, the front slipped down another inch, exposing one bare shoulder.

The pale strap underneath clung tightly to her flesh, digging into her skin, and as she walked, the rise and fall of her chest pulled it into a soft, barely visible curve.

She reached the sofa and looked down at Chu Fan, who was still sitting there. Her voice was gentle, but there was a hint of reproach in it. "Go on. You still have work tomorrow!"

As she came closer, Chu Fan could clearly smell her scent.

It was the fragrance of freshly washed hair, mixed with a faint moistness, and the soft milky, soapy smell of body wash. Blended together, they drifted gently into his nose and were almost intoxicating.

Chu Fan lifted his head slightly, and his gaze landed right in the gap at her neckline.

The wet silk was nearly transparent. It clung to her skin and outlined two high, full mounds of flesh with such clarity that she looked almost naked.

Her cleavage was deeply hollowed, and there was still a streak of water hanging between them, slowly snaking downward and disappearing into the depths of the fabric below her waist.

His heart lurched hard. His throat tightened, and even his breathing caught for a half-beat.

But Shen Rulan didn't notice. She only lifted a hand to smooth her damp hair, then turned toward the TV cabinet and pulled a hair dryer from the drawer.

She plugged it in and sat down on the sofa.

The moment she sat, the silk nightdress slid along her thighs and clung even tighter, instantly stretching the peach-like line of her ass. The fabric was so thin that the outline of her panties at the base of her thighs could be made out faintly.

Shen Rulan acted as if she felt nothing, swept her hair to one side, switched the dryer to its lowest setting, and slowly began drying it.

The warm air lifted her damp hair and lightly stirred the hem of her nightdress.

Under the light, everything seemed half-hidden, yet all the more blood-tingling.

Chu Fan really couldn't hold out anymore.

His throat was dry. He abruptly stood up and said in a low voice, "Mom, I'm going to take a shower."

After saying that, he didn't even dare raise his head. He turned and walked off, but his movements were clearly stiff.

His lower body was already hard and swollen, the crotch of his pants bulging high and tight against the fabric, throbbing even as he walked, hot enough to feel like it might burst open.

He could only hunch his back slightly and clamp his legs tighter, trying to hide the bulge.

His steps were uneven as he hurried upstairs, awkward and unnatural, as if he were pinching something unavoidable between his legs.

And just as he stepped onto the stairs, he still couldn't help stealing one last glance back at Shen Rulan on the sofa.

She had lowered her head to blow-dry her hair, and the forward angle made her cleavage sink even deeper. The hem of her skirt was also pulled taut by her crossed legs.

Chu Fan drew a deep breath and quickly went up to the second floor. He entered the bedroom, grabbed a set of sleepwear from the closet, and walked straight into the bathroom.

The moment he opened the door, a wave of warm, humid air rushed at him. The bathroom still held the lingering mist from her shower, and everywhere there was the scent of Shen Rulan.

A faint body fragrance, a hint of milky body wash, and that subtle warm scent unique to a mature woman all mixed together in the damp heat and flooded into his nose.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Fan closed the door, and just as he was about to take off his clothes, he noticed a pale pink shape peeking out at the edge of the laundry basket.

Before he even realized it, Chu Fan's hand had reached out. Trembling, he gently lifted the pink garment from the dirty-clothes basket.

It was a woman's pair of panties.

They were still a little damp, as if they had only just been slipped off a woman's body, soft and warm, as though they still carried the last trace of her body heat.

A boom went off in Chu Fan's head, and he froze in place.

The woman who had just been showering was his mother-in-law, Shen Rulan.

Then these panties were beyond question hers.

The moment he thought of that, the fingers gripping the cloth tightened slightly.

What made him even more unable to look away was the darker patch at the bottom of the fabric, stained with a few faint marks. At the edge of it, there were even several curled hairs stuck to the cloth.

They were darker in color, clearly not hair from her head.

Those were pubic hairs...

Chu Fan's breathing went completely haywire, and an uncontrollable image sprang up in his mind.

His mother-in-law standing right here, one hand braced on the laundry counter while the other pulled down the little panties that had been wrapping her private parts all day.

The fabric slid over her pussy, glided down along the crease of her thighs, and was finally tossed casually into the laundry basket.

He stared so hard at the pale pink panties in his hand. With a slight squeeze of his fingertips, the soft, skin-hugging cloth seemed to press right into his palm, carrying a faint fragrance and the warmth of a woman's body.

In the end, he still couldn't resist.

His right hand slowly reached for his waistband, his movement stiff but urgent.

With a hiss, the zipper was undone. Clenching his teeth, Chu Fan tugged open the restraint around his lower body, and his hot, hard cock sprang out at once, straight and rigid, veins bulging, already swollen red and scorching hot.

He took a deep breath, brought the panties to his nose, and inhaled softly.

That familiar yet unfamiliar scent hit him head-on. Beneath the gentle body-wash fragrance was a smell only he could recognize at a moment like this, faintly fishy and sweet, as if they had just been removed from the most private place on a woman's body.

"Hah..."

A low breath escaped him, his throat tight. His right hand wrapped around his burning cock, stroking slowly while he pressed the panties against the side of his face.

He closed his eyes, and his mind filled entirely with his mother-in-law.

His mother-in-law just after showering, a towel loosely wrapped across her chest, droplets of water sliding one by one along her snow-white collarbone and into her cleavage, then winding down from her lower abdomen and dripping into the folds of her pubic hair...

She was twisting the towel out in a slow, unhurried motion, her breasts quivering with every movement. When she drew the panties up from her thighs, her legs were pressed together, and that pink strip of fabric just happened to catch between the flesh of her slit...

"Fuck..."

Chu Fan cursed under his breath, and the hand stroking himself quickened even more.