Fishing
Weekend arrives with rare fine weather. The three drive out to a quiet private Fishing Pond in the suburbs.
Reeds grow thick along the pond's edge, the water's surface mirrors the blue sky, and a faint scent of earth and water weeds drifts on the breeze.
Li Jianguo picks a spot with a wide view. He sets up three folding chairs and lays out the fishing rods, bait, and earthworm box—like a seasoned angler.
"Wind's right today. The crucian carp are bound to bite," he mutters to himself, voice low but laced with forced relaxation.
Lin Xiulan wears a loose beige linen shirt, hem tied at her waist, paired with a knee-length cotton skirt whose hem sways gently in the breeze.
She smiles and hands her husband a bottle of mineral water. "Old Li, have some water first. Don't get too much sun."
Li Ran sits beside his mother in a simple T-shirt and athletic shorts. He rests a fishing rod across his knees but doesn't cast yet.
He leans down to help her sort the line, his fingers "accidentally" brushing the outer curve of her thigh. Through the thin fabric, he feels the warmth of her skin.
Lin Xiulan trembles slightly but doesn't pull away.
She glances at her husband—Li Jianguo stares fixedly at the bobber, his back half-turned to them, ears subtly tilted back as if straining to catch every whisper behind him.
She lowers her voice and leans close to her son's ear, her breath warm. "Ranran... your dad's really serious about fishing today."
Li Ran's hand slides smoothly under her skirt hem, tracing up her inner thigh to the damp heat at her leg root. He murmurs back, "Mm... he's fishing for his fish. We'll fish for ours."
Lin Xiulan bites her lower lip to stifle a moan threatening to escape.
She parts her legs a little wider, giving his fingers easier access.
His fingertip reaches the edge of her panties—already a small wet patch.
She laughs softly. "Naughty boy... you've wanted to bully Mom since this morning?"
Li Ran's finger presses her clit through the fabric, circling gently. His voice comes out husky and tight. "Mom said last night she wanted it outside... so today, it's yours."
Lin Xiulan's breathing turns ragged. She grabs the hand on his knee, pretending to adjust his rod while pressing it deeper between her own legs.
She turns sideways, her face nearly against his shoulder, her voice a mosquito's whisper laced with tremor. "Ranran... Mom didn't wear safety shorts today... her panties are soaked through... feel it... just thinking about your dad right there makes me... makes me flow uncontrollably..."
Li Ran nudges the panty aside and touches the slickness directly. His middle finger dips shallowly inside, feeling the inner walls' heat and clench. His throat bobs. "Mom... so hot in there... still holding last night's?"
Lin Xiulan hums low, pushing her hips forward to take him deeper. "Holding it... Mom didn't let it all leak out this morning... now I want you to add some fresh..."
She suddenly glances at her husband's back.
Li Jianguo's bobber stays still, and so does he—like he's intently waiting for a bite.
But his shoulders tense slightly, a vein faintly visible on the side of his neck—he's listening.
Lin Xiulan drops her voice even lower, but makes each word crystal clear, as if for his ears. "Ranran... can Dad hear us...? Think he knows what we're doing...? Mom's so excited... Dad listening to his own son finger-fuck his mom... hearing Mom's juices slosh... will he get hard?"
Li Ran's fingers quicken their thrusts. His other hand snakes around from behind, unfastening the buttons at her shirt's hem to cup one breast, thumb rolling the nipple. "Mom... you want him to watch? Want him to see his son fuck you to orgasm?"
Lin Xiulan shudders, her walls clamping down hard enough to nearly trap his fingers.
She gasps in broken bursts. "Yes... Mom wants him to see... wants him to know... Mom's body... inside and out... only craves your cock... only your cum..."
Li Ran withdraws his fingers, slick with glistening fluid. He lifts them to her lips. She parts them without hesitation, sucking them in, tongue swirling to lap every drop—like savoring the sweetest nectar.
Then she bends low, pretending to pick up the dropped bait box, but really brings her face to his crotch. She unzips his shorts and takes the already purple-hard cock into her mouth.
She suckles just the head, tongue circling the ridge, a faint wet sound escaping.
Her son draws a sharp breath, hand pressing her head but not too hard—wary of alerting the man ahead.
Lin Xiulan pulls back and winks up at him, her whisper for his ears only. "Ranran... Mom wants you inside now... right here... with Dad just two meters ahead... bareback... cum in Mom... let Mom carry your seed home... so even if Dad licks tonight, he can't get it all clean..."
Li Ran's breathing grows heavy. He scans around—the pond's edge holds only them three, reeds blocking most sightlines. He whispers, "Mom... turn around... face the water... pretend you're watching the surface..."
Lin Xiulan understands instantly.
She turns, kneeling astride the folding chair, hands gripping the backrest, ass lifted slightly. Her skirt drapes over her thighs, but her son hikes it up from behind.
Panty nudged aside, her drenched labia expose fully to the air.
Li Ran kneels behind her, gripping his cock and aligning with the wet heat. The head grinds the entrance twice, coating in her arousal.
Lin Xiulan glances back, eyes watery. "Ranran... come in... Mom can't wait anymore..."
Li Ran thrusts his hips forward. The whole length sinks in.
Lin Xiulan bites her lip fiercely to silence her cry. The stretch and fullness make her whole body quake. She whimpers low. "So deep... Ranran... hitting Mom's womb..."
Li Ran begins slow thrusts, each to the hilt but paced to muffle the impacts.
He leans over her back, lips at her earlobe. "Mom... so tight inside... squeezing me so good... Dad's right there... he hears... he knows his son's fucking you..."
Lin Xiulan's body quivers with every plunge. She rocks her ass back deliberately, taking him deeper. "Let him hear... Mom wants him to... Mom's her own son's whore... Mom's slutty hole... only for her son to fuck... only for her son to creampie..."
Ahead, Li Jianguo's rod twitches slightly—not a bite, but his trembling hand. He doesn't turn, but tilts his ear closer, breaths growing heavier.
Mother and son continue their taboo game by the pond's edge, under the husband-father's gaze and eavesdropping.
Sunlight dances on the water, ripples shimmering.
Reeds rustle softly, as if providing accompaniment.
And that bobber on the rod stays utterly still.
Because the real "fish" has already been hooked.