God
Lin Xiulan finishes washing the dishes, dries her hands, removes her apron, and slowly walks to the living room.
She doesn't sit down right away. Instead, she stands by the window, gazing at the figures coming and going in the neighborhood outside.
The autumn sunlight is thin and cold, shining on her face yet unable to pierce the churning dark tides surging in her heart.
Suddenly, she recalls a book she read in her youth—Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra.
Father
Outside the door, Li Jianguo leans against the wall, his pants pulled down to his ankles, his hand wrapped around that age-weakened, limp penis, his strokes growing more frantic.
He had thought tonight was just about indulging his long-standing cuckold fetish—watching his wife moan wildly beneath another man, watching her get conquered by a young, vigorous stud. That cocktail of jealousy, humiliation, and arousal had become his sole source of sexual thrill in recent years.
But tonight is different.
His son... his own flesh and blood, Li Ran.
That thirty-year-old body—solid, brimming with vitality, and especially that thick cock. Just the outline he'd glimpsed through the door crack dries his throat.
Earlier, listening to his wife scream through her orgasms, begging her son in such a slutty tone to creampie her—Li Jianguo suddenly realizes his heartbeat isn't mere excitement anymore. It's something deeper, a craving he's never felt before.
He imagines his son's cock—rock-hard, veins bulging, the slick, sticky sounds it made plunging in and out of his wife earlier now echoing in his mind. He licks his lips without thinking.
Blow his son... yes, suddenly he wants to drop to his knees, open his mouth, and take that glans inside, his tongue lapping up the sweat and his wife's pussy juices.
He pictures his son gripping his head, thrusting brutally deep into his throat, making his own father gag like a cheap whore—yet he clings on, unwilling to let go.
The sensation of being conquered by his son actually gets him a little hard down there—harder than he's been in five years.
Going further, he even craves getting fucked by his son.
His ass... yes, his virgin rear hole, never touched before. But now his mind is filled with his son hugging him from behind, pounding in just like he did to his wife—making this old man scream for mercy, then beg for it deeper.
His son is his own blood, yet so overwhelmingly powerful, stirring a humiliating pleasure in being dominated by his "offspring."
At the same time, he wants to watch his son keep fucking his wife—no, his wife—ravaged to oblivion. Best of all, the three of them together, with him licking at their joined sexes, savoring the mingled fluids.
These thoughts hit too suddenly, too fiercely. He feels like he's gone mad.
But he knows it's his son's masculine prowess that's infected him.
That young, dominant male energy awakens brand-new kinks in this impotent old man—not just cuckolding his wife, but cuckolding himself, becoming his son's sex slave, his wife's willing accomplice.
But for now, he can't join in.
The timing isn't right. His son has no idea he's there, and his wife just gave him a "shh" gesture.
He can only stay outside the door, listening to the sounds from within, his mind roiling with those perverse fantasies. His hand pumps faster, but he forces himself to stop—he doesn't want it to end so soon.
Inside the room, Lin Xiulan still rides her son, her body trembling with lingering aftershocks. She leans down to kiss Li Ran's chest, her tongue circling his nipple, then lifts her head, her eyes brimming with misty light.