第12章 入梦
Chapter 16: Into the Dream
Lin Xiulan lay on Li Ran’s single bed. Her body was still twitching slightly after the climax; her soaked panties clung to the base of her thighs, and her T-shirt covered her face as her breathing gradually slowed down.
She didn’t get up immediately to clean herself. Instead, she allowed that wave of satisfied weariness to wash over her, dragging her into a shallow slumber. Outside the window, the afternoon sunlight slanted into the room, warm yet feeble. With her eyes closed, her consciousness began to sink bit by bit.
Then, she had a dream.
In the dream, she returned to thirty years ago. It was an afternoon during the summer when Li Ran was five years old.
The old house hadn't been renovated yet. The ceiling fan in the living room creaked as it turned, and the curtains were half-drawn, blocking out most of the sunlight. The floor was cool concrete. She had just finished giving her son a bath and let him lie naked on the straw mat in the living room for a nap.
The child was sprawled out asleep, his little penis resting softly at the base of his thighs. His skin, flushed pink from the hot water, looked like a peeled egg.
At that time, Lin Xiulan was only twenty-five years old—young, with full breasts and a slender waist. She was wearing a thin cotton camisole dress without any underwear, the hem barely covering her thighs.
She originally intended to go to the kitchen to tidy up, but suddenly felt an empty itch between her legs. She glanced back at her sleeping son, her heart rate accelerating for no reason.
She crouched down, pretending to tuck in a corner of the mat, but her hand "accidentally" touched his calf. The child let out a hum in his sleep, his leg moved subconsciously, and his little penis swayed gently.
That slight sway was like a spark being ignited.
Her breathing grew ragged. She slowly pulled her dress up to her waist and straddled her son’s legs. She didn't actually sit down, but let her labia press against the inner side of his calf, rubbing gently. The warmth of his skin frictioned against her most sensitive area. She bit her lower lip, not daring to make a sound.
But the child suddenly rolled over.
With that small roll of his body, his little penis pointed right at the slit between her legs. In that instant, everything seemed to slow down.
Her instinct was to back away, but because her legs were weak, she leaned forward instead. The child’s penis—which was still just a tiny, soft nub—suddenly hardened in his sleep, as if awakened by her body heat. The glans gently pushed open her labia and slid halfway inside.
“Ah…”
She let out a low gasp, the sound catching in her throat. It wasn't pain, but an extreme, guilt-ridden sense of fullness. Although that tiny thing wasn't thick, it was startlingly hot, carrying the clean scent unique to a child, poking directly into her softest depths.
Her whole body shuddered. Her internal walls reflexively contracted, drawing that half-length even deeper. In his dream, the child frowned slightly and his waist instinctively pushed forward.
The entire length slid in.
Her mind went blank, leaving only her body's primal reactions. Her vagina tightly wrapped around that tiny flesh rod, as if sucking, as if welcoming it. She didn't dare move for fear of waking him, yet she couldn't bear to pull out.
She remained straddled over her son, hands propped on either side of him. Her breasts slipped out of the camisole dress, her nipples aching with hardness. The child slept deeply, breathing evenly, his small hand subconsciously gripping her arm as if searching for milk in his dream.
She looked down at her son’s pink face, his innocent sleeping expression, and then at that tiny thing buried inside her body. Guilt surged like a tide, only to be drowned by an even more intense pleasure.
She began to gently rock her hips back and forth, letting that little flesh rod slide shallowly in and out of her. Every friction brought an electric shock of stimulation. She bit her lip, tears sliding down—not from pain, but from ultimate bliss.
“Ranran... Mommy... Mommy is sorry...” she whispered in her heart, but her body betrayed her, moving faster and faster.
The child suddenly groaned, his small waist thrusting forward. A burst of warm, thin liquid sprayed into her deepest part. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make her break down.
She arched her body violently as the climax arrived without warning. Her vagina convulsed fiercely, gripping the tiny rod in a death kneel, as if trying to suck his entire being inside. She covered her mouth tightly, letting only broken sobs escape through her fingers.
The climax lasted a long time. After it ended, she slowly backed away and watched her son’s little penis slide out softly, coated in a glistening layer of her fluids and his semen. Trembling, she wiped a bit with her finger, brought it to her lips, and licked it clean.
Then, she gently wiped him clean, covered him with the mat, and kissed his forehead. The child rolled over and continued to sleep. She sat on the floor, hugging her knees, face covered in tears, yet for the first time, she said to herself in her heart:
“Mommy loves you... not just with the love of a biological mother... but with the love of a woman...”
The dream came to an abrupt halt there.
Lin Xiulan snapped her eyes open and sat up in bed. The room was still filled with afternoon sunlight. Her lower body was wet once again—this time with fresh fluids trickling down her inner thighs. Panting, she reached down between her legs, her fingertips coming away covered in slickness.
“Ranran...” she murmured softly, her voice carrying a hint of a sob, yet also a smile. “So... since back then, Mommy already wanted you to ejaculate inside...”