Sand
Lin Xiulan suddenly hears her son hiss softly. She turns to look and sees Li Ran rubbing his eyes, brow slightly furrowed.
“Ranran, what's wrong?”
“Feels like sand got in my eyes... stings a bit.”
A surge of tender yet sly excitement rises in her heart. She knows this is the perfect excuse—a chance to get right up close to her son, to keep playing with fire right under her husband's nose.
She stands at once, her voice soft as cotton candy: “Come here, baby. Mom will blow on it for you.”
She pulls her son over, has him sit facing her, her back to Li Jianguo.
Her hands cup Li Ran's face, thumbs gently pressing at the corners of his eyes as she pretends to inspect them closely.
In truth, her gaze flicks toward her husband—Li Jianguo still clutches his fishing rod, but his eyes lock straight on them, his breathing noticeably heavier.
Lin Xiulan's lips curve upward in a faint smile. Watch closely, old Li. This is what your wife does with him every day now.
She lowers her head, lips hovering near her son's eyelids, blowing softly like a mother soothing her child. But after two gentle puffs, she leans forward abruptly and presses her mouth to his.
The kiss feels natural, yet it carries an undeniable dominance that brooks no refusal.
Her tongue tip pries his lips apart, coils around his tongue, and stirs in a deep, lingering tangle, faint wet sounds escaping.
Her son freezes for a split second, then responds, his hands wrapping around her waist to draw her even closer.
Lin Xiulan revels inwardly as they kiss: Old Li, your son's got your wife's tongue in his mouth right now... you hard yet? Can you even get hard?
Only when they're both breathless does she pull back slightly, her voice husky but pitched just loud enough for her husband to hear: “Ranran... are your eyes feeling better?”
Li Ran pants, his eyes no longer stinging but flushed bright red: “Mom... much better...”
She doesn't let go—instead, she draws her son tighter into her embrace, her hands undoing the buttons at her chest.
Two full, heavy breasts spring free, nipples already stiff as pebbles.
She lifts one and offers it to his mouth: “Here, good boy. Let Mom feed you... suck on Mom's tit just like when you were little...”
Li Ran leans down and latches on, his tongue circling the areola, sucking with wet, smacking sounds.
Lin Xiulan tilts her head back, a satisfied sigh spilling from her throat.
She hikes her skirt up deliberately, baring her smooth, bare ass—her panties long since tugged aside by her son, leaving her lower body fully exposed, the slick remnants of her recent climax still glistening between her thighs.
Her back to her husband, she arches her hips high, her ass crack fully on display for Li Jianguo.
The cleft parts slightly, revealing swollen, reddened folds within and the pearly trickle of fluid—marks from her son's fingers earlier, and more besides: the thick remnants of his creampie slowly oozing from deep inside her.
A volcanic rush of taboo thrill erupts in Lin Xiulan's core.
She knows her husband stares at her ass, knows he sees the proof of what her son left inside her, yet he's powerless to do anything but sit there.
She pushes her hips back a little more, her voice syrupy sweet yet laced with provocation as she murmurs over her shoulder: “Old Li... look, Ranran's nursing from his own mom... he's drawing out my milk... don't you want a taste? Too bad you can't manage it... all you can do is watch your son fill me up...”
Her words barely land when she feels a hot puff of breath against her from behind.
Li Jianguo can hold back no longer.
He drops to his knees behind her, hands shaking as he cups her ass cheeks and gently spreads them.
Her cleft blooms open, the rear entrance her son had fingered still twitching faintly, a mix of intestinal slick and urine dribbling slowly outward.
He leans in, his tongue tip tentatively lapping the edge of her crack, then sliding lower to scoop up those pearly globs into his mouth.
The taste is salty and musky, laced with his son's scent—it makes him tremble all over, but he can't stop.
His tongue delves deeper, laving her pussy's soft flesh, cleaning every trace of semen, even probing inside a bit to stir and suck out the battlefield her son left behind.
Lin Xiulan's body jolts hard—her husband's tongue on her pussy nearly draws a cry from her lips.
She bites her lower lip, but inside, ecstasy drives her wild: Old Li... you finally broke... you pathetic thing... lapping up your son's cum from my cunt so eagerly... you wish he'd shove his cock in right now and pump another load while you watch... so you can lick it all clean?
Her son suckles her nipple while her husband tongues her slit—the dual assaults from front and back blank her mind.
The pinnacle of depravity floods her like a tidal wave—her husband devours her son's seed, her son drains her breast, and she revels in the middle, the lowest slut and the reigning queen all at once.
She bends to kiss her son's forehead, a smile in her heart: “Ranran... Mom's so happy... your dad's cleaning up after you... he swallowed everything you left in Mom's ass... both my holes reek of you now...”
Li Ran mumbles around her nipple, kneading and squeezing her breast.
Li Jianguo pries her cheeks wide, tonguing her pussy and asshole in tandem, as if claiming her together with their son.
Lin Xiulan throws her head back, tears tracing her cheeks amid her laughter.
This ultimate taboo bliss makes her feel truly, fully alive at last.
And the bobber at the pond's edge drifts motionless.
Because the real “fish” has already been reeled in by the three of them.