My future daughter-in-law, Chloe Cyrus, knelt on the floor in a deep V-neck lace nightgown, her face flushed with a hint of longing as she looked up at me.

"Mr. Edison, let me take good care of you tonight."

My eyes fell on the proud, smooth swell exposed at her chest, and I swallowed hard. "This… this isn't appropriate, is it?"

The next second, she pressed herself tightly against me and crouched down. My mind went blank with desire…

Ever since my wife passed, I hadn't been with anyone. I raised our son all by myself, year after year.

Now, watching him grow up healthy and strong filled me with quiet pride.

What made me even happier was that he was getting married next month.

That day, he called and asked me to go to their new place to help his fiancée, Chloe Cyrus, move some things.

When I arrived, I noticed the door was unlocked, but she wasn't there.

'Careless girl,' I thought. 'Aren't you worried someone might steal your stuff?'

While waiting for her, I figured I'd tidy up a bit.

But no sooner had I picked up the broom than I heard strange, hushed sounds coming from the bedroom. I crept closer. There she was—legs spread wide, facing the mirror, amusing herself.

I was shocked.

So she was home. Was my son not satisfying her? How could she be doing something like this in broad daylight?

She caught sight of me too, yelped in surprise, and scrambled under the covers. "Mr. Edison! Why didn't you knock before coming in?"

I felt awkward. "Finn said you needed help moving some things. I thought you weren't here…"

As I spoke, my eyes landed on a pair of black panties she'd left by the bed. They looked damp, slick with moisture.

I gulped again without thinking. She noticed my gaze, her face turning red. "Mr. Edison, please… get out."

Realizing I'd overstepped, I quickly looked away and shut the door.

I sat on the sofa, my mind in chaos.

That image of her, lost in her own pleasure, wouldn't leave my head.

For a man who'd been alone for over a decade, it was a deadly temptation. For a moment, I wanted nothing more than to pin her beneath me right then and there.

But the second that thought surfaced, I startled myself.

No. She's my son's future wife.

Just then, she changed clothes and pushed the door open. Long, fair legs. Bare shoulders peeking out from an off-the-shoulder top paired with a tight miniskirt that hugged every curve of her dangerously alluring figure.

I couldn't take my eyes off her.

The dark thoughts I'd barely suppressed came flooding back.

If only she were my woman. I wouldn't do a thing all day but take her over and over again. How could such a goddess be left to fend for herself?

"Mr. Edison, I'm ready. Let's go." She flashed a coy smile and headed to the entryway to put on her shoes.

The moment she bent over, I nearly lost my glasses from shock.

Her plush, peach-like bottom, pale and full, was completely exposed. Good heavens—she wasn't wearing a thing underneath.

I could even make out the moist, rosy shadow between her legs.

My whole body burned. I forced myself to look away, terrified that one more glance would push me to do something unforgivable.

She'd been sharing a place with her roommate before, and now she needed to move her things over. Since it wasn't far, we decided to take the bus.

While waiting at the bus stop, she suddenly leaned close and whispered, "Mr. Edison… are you lonely?"

Her question caught me completely off guard.

"Finn told me you're… especially well-endowed? He also said you found a few girlfriends for him over the years, but none of them could handle you. That's why they never stayed."

"What? That's…" I was mortified. That idiot son of mine—how could he tell his future wife something like that?

I truly was built strong—could last over an hour every time. Hell, sometimes I even wondered if my wife's early death had something to do with me wearing her out.

Before I could figure out how to answer, Chloe pressed closer. "Mr. Edison, if you're really feeling that pent up… maybe I could help you out."

Her soft body leaned against mine, her full breasts pressing into my arm. I immediately felt her warmth and the firm give of her figure.

I'd been single for years, and with my size, saying I had no needs would've been a lie. But no matter how desperate I was, how could I let my own son's wife take care of it?

Besides, I didn't understand. She was young and beautiful. Why would she set her sights on an old man like me?

"Sweetheart, this… this really isn't right."

"Haha, Mr. Edison, look at you, all flustered. I was just joking." She pulled back her heated gaze and broke into a light laugh.

So it was just a joke. I'd almost taken it seriously. And shamefully, I felt a flicker of disappointment.

Just then the bus arrived. We got on. Rush hour—the bus was packed shoulder to shoulder. We barely managed to squeeze our way to the middle.

"Mr. Edison, could you stand behind me? These men keep pressing up against me." She spoke in a low voice.

I looked around. Sure enough, a few guys near her were eyeing her with ill intent, edging closer. I stepped forward, and she naturally sank back against my chest.

Whether it was the violent swaying of the bus or she was doing it on purpose, her plump backside kept pushing backward.

Soon I felt a swelling pressure down below, a fire rushing straight to my head. My breathing grew ragged.

I tried desperately to angle my hips back, hoping she wouldn't notice. Then the driver slammed the brakes. The momentum threw me forward, and I crushed my entire body against her.

"Mmm… ah…"

A soft moan escaped her lips. She turned her head. We were so close her tender lips nearly brushed my neck.

Her face flushed crimson. She dropped her voice even lower. "Mr. Edison… are you getting hard?!"

Embarrassment hit me, but so did shock. Since when was she this bold? Saying things like that to me. Was she… seducing me?

I cleared my throat, at a loss for words.

To my surprise, she leaned in again and teased, "Mr. Edison, I never knew Finn fell so short compared to you."

As she spoke, she snuck a hand and brushed it against the front of my pants.

"Guess I should've met you first instead."

That touch only made things worse. What was she trying to do? If she kept this up, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from committing a real sin.

Thankfully, someone got off the bus and she found a seat.

We reached her friend's place, packed up the luggage, and called a moving van.

After loading everything in, she mentioned there was still a motorcycle left. I offered to ride it and told her to follow with the van.

But she said she was worried I wouldn't find the way.

I'd barely held myself together just now. I knew that any more close contact and I'd cross a line I couldn't come back from. I was about to insist I could navigate on my own, but before I could open my mouth, she'd already sent the van off.

I had no choice but to put on the helmet and get on the bike. To my surprise, she didn't sit behind me. Instead, she slipped in under my arm and straddled the seat in front.

"Mr. Edison, let's go!"

She glanced back at me with a charming smile. Her faint perfume stirred my whole body.

Even through our pants, I could feel the warmth radiating from her round, plump backside. My body stirred again.

"Cough, cough…" I used the cough to mask my restlessness and embarrassment.

Maybe I was too worked up. I twisted the throttle all the way. The sudden jolt threw her backward, and she landed right against my hardness.

"Mmm… cough, cough…" A soft moan slipped from Chloe's lips, quickly disguised as a cough to mask her own pleasure.

I stole a glance at her profile. Her cheeks burned bright red.

Then I felt a sudden dampness below. My eyes widened. Was she really that sensitive? Just from being pressed against me, she was already wet?

Thankfully, the ride wasn't long. Ten minutes and we arrived. She hurried off the bike. When I climbed off after her, I noticed the front of my pants was soaked through—like I'd peed myself.

I pretended not to notice. But then she flushed with embarrassment. "Mr. Edison, maybe I can get you something to change into."

She handed me a pair of my son's pants. I headed to the bathroom to shower and change.

Standing under the spray, I started washing myself, but my mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened that day. Her pale, slender legs. Her proud, full breasts.

Soon, I realized I was getting hard again.

Just as my thoughts began to run wild, the bathroom door swung open.

She had changed into a nearly transparent, three-point sexy lingerie set. The deep V-neckline showed off a generous cleavage. Leaning against the doorframe, she gazed at me with hungry eyes.

"Mr. Edison, I'm the one who got you all wet earlier. Let me help you wash."

"What? You… help me wash?"

I noticed her eyes fixed greedily on my thick shaft. Flustered, I tried to cover myself.

But she was already stepping inside.

"Mr. Edison… don't tell me you're shy?"

"Sweetheart, this isn't right."

She was acting so strange today. So bold. Truth be told, I'd wanted to tear her clothes off eight hundred times by now. But I just couldn't bring myself to take that step.

She came toward me with a seductive smile, though her eyes never left my hardness. She was literally drooling. Then her foot slipped on the wet floor. With a yelp, she fell straight into my arms.

Her full 36D chest pressed against mine—soft, smooth, exquisite. Blood rushed through my veins. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in them…

Suddenly, a man's angry shout came from downstairs. "Damn it! Someone die up there? Anybody home?"

The moving van driver had arrived.

Panicked, I pushed her away. "I'll, uh… I'll go get the luggage."

Then I grabbed my clothes in a hurry, bolted out of the bathroom, threw them on, and ran downstairs.

By the time I finished unloading, she had changed back into regular clothes and come down.

She acted perfectly normal, as if nothing had happened at all.

Over the next few days, my son asked me to help with furniture shopping a few more times. But there was no more physical contact with his fiancée. And she no longer tempted me like before.

I let it go. Figured she was just testing my character after all. Made sense—why would a future daughter-in-law actually seduce her future father-in-law?

Just as I was starting to forget the whole thing, she called me one day. Her mother and older sister had come to visit. They wanted to play cards and needed a fourth player.

I didn't think twice. I agreed.

Since my son and his fiancée had rushed into their engagement, they'd skipped a lot of formalities. I'd only met her uncle. Never her mother or older sister.

I'll admit, I felt a little curious.

When I arrived, I realized every woman in this family was drop-dead gorgeous.

Chloe's mother's name was Susan Williams. She looked to be in her forties, but she'd kept herself in incredible shape—curves in all the right places. Her breasts were even bigger than Chloe's. The high-slit dress she wore today gave her an air of refined elegance.

Then there was Chloe's older sister, Ariana Cyrus. White blouse up top, pencil skirt below, glasses on her face. The kind of woman who looks prim and proper on the surface but screams "wild in the sheets" underneath.

Sitting down to play cards with three sex bombs dressed like this, I felt like I'd hit the jackpot.

"Carson," Susan said, her eyes gleaming as she looked me up and down, "you look so strong. I imagine you have quite an appetite down there. How do you usually take care of yourself?"