Chapter 23: The Strange Sensation
Li Ran suddenly feels an inexplicable unease stirring in his heart.
His heart races, a single thought flashing through his mind: Has Dad already figured it out?
That glance Dad shot over his shoulder earlier—only a split second, but his eyes were too strange… like he was looking, yet holding something back.
His face is still buried in his mother's milky scent, her biological mother's tits pressing against his cheeks like a soothing caress, but he can't help whispering, "Mom… has Dad… discovered us?"
Lin Xiulan's heart tightens, but she laughs immediately, her voice soft as a feather.
She eases herself down slowly, using the slick saliva her husband left behind from cleaning up to let her son's cock sink fully into her pussy in one smooth motion, the head pressing right against her cervix.
Her arms wrap around his neck, her face nuzzling his ear, her breath warm with coaxing tenderness: "Ranran, don't be scared… Mommy's sitting down now, so Dad can't see… He'll just think Mommy's blowing the dust from your eyes… See? We look just like a mother and son being affectionate… don't we?"
She deliberately grinds her hips down a little harder, embedding her son's cockhead even deeper, her walls clenching tight around him.
Li Ran draws in a shaky breath, his hands instinctively gripping her waist, his voice trembling: "But… Mom… Dad earlier…"
"Shh…" Lin Xiulan seals his lips with a kiss, her tongue swirling deep and lingering, swallowing his words.
She rocks her hips forward and back in tiny motions, letting his cock slide shallowly inside her.
Each time she settles, the head slams heavy against her cervix with the faintest schlick.
She whispers hot against his ear: "Dad didn't see a thing… And even if he did… Mommy will shut him up… Ranran, you just focus on fucking your own mom… Mommy's slutty pussy… it's all yours now… Even if Dad gets hard, he can only watch us—blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh… He doesn't even qualify to stick it in…"
Her words ignite him, blood surging hot; he thrusts up hard from below.
Lin Xiulan moans low, leaning forward so her breasts squash against his chest.
She lifts her hips just enough to let his cock nearly slip free—the head barely peeking from her entrance—then slams back down, swallowing it whole again.
In that lift and drop, his pussy-slick cock suddenly emerges between her thighs—swollen red, veins bulging, tip glistening with fluid.
Right then, Li Jianguo kneels directly behind, his eyes locked on his wife's ass crack.
He sees it.
Sees his son's young, thick cock sliding out of his wife's body, only for her to impale herself back on it willingly. His mind goes buzz, something inside him shattering completely.
The final taboo barrier crumbles by his own hand.
He doesn't hesitate.
He leans forward and takes the emerging cockhead into his mouth on the next lift.
His tongue curls around the ridge, tasting his son—salty, musky, laced with his wife's juices and leftover cum.
His throat tightens, but he can't spit it out.
He suckles gently, savoring the forbidden fruit.
The heat, the hardness, the throbbing veins—all transmit through his tongue to his brain, making his whole body quake.
This is my own son… my blood… and I'm sucking his cock… sucking the cock he just pulled from my wife's pussy… I'm fucking insane… but why does it feel so good… why am I harder than I've ever been… harder than in my whole life…
His tongue swirls around the head, lapping up every drop, then trails down the shaft to the base and back up. The motions are feather-light, yet greedy, like he wants to devour it whole.
Li Ran suddenly senses something off—a new warm, wet embrace below, not as tight as his mother's pussy, but oddly soft with a twisting, licking pressure.
His body stiffens; he whispers, "Mom… what's going on… down there… it feels…"
Lin Xiulan reacts instantly.
She crushes her mouth to his, thrusting her tongue deep to tangle with his, blocking his view downward.
While kissing, she grinds her hips down, burying his cock fully in her pussy again and shoving her husband's mouth aside.
Her voice purrs sweet and commanding against his ear: "Ranran… don't move… That was just Mommy's asshole earlier… Mommy's little butthole was kissing you… Your fingers played with it so good, it wanted to suck you in… Don't be scared… Mommy's asshole… wants to eat your cock too…"
Li Ran's mind blanks, her tongue kiss leaving him speechless.
The strange sensation vanishes, replaced by the familiar grip of her pussy.
He buys it—convinced it was his mother's rear playing tricks—and a fiercer taboo thrill surges through him: Mom's asshole… sucking like that… Mom's body… every hole so greedy…
He clutches her tight and pounds upward, each thrust burying to the hilt. Lin Xiulan clenches her walls in rhythm, her ass bouncing with faint slaps.
Li Jianguo, pushed aside, doesn't retreat.
He stays kneeling, tongue lapping at the edges of her ass crack, slurping up the leaking mix of juices and cum.
His mind swirls with shattered ecstasy: Son fucking my wife… wife kissing my son… and I'm licking their joined spot… I'm a worthless piece of shit… a cum-licking waste who only cleans up after his son… but it feels so fucking good… I'd do this forever… just to taste my son's flavor… just to watch him fuck her till she cries…
Lin Xiulan takes her son's brutal thrusts while kissing him deep, occasionally glancing back at her husband with cruel tenderness in her eyes.
Her inner thrill peaks: Old Li… you've finally broken through… finally sucked your son's cock… you perverted old man… licking your own son's cum… licking your wife's pussy after he creampies it… You know what? This is Mommy's favorite part… watching you fall… watching you get hard for our son… My womb… my asshole… everything's his… You can only lick… only swallow… only spurt your worthless fluid from the sidelines…
She suddenly rocks her hips faster, walls vise-gripping his cock.
Li Ran growls and erupts again, flooding her depths with hot spurts.
Lin Xiulan screams in orgasm, her body convulsing wildly.
Li Jianguo seizes the chance, plunging his tongue into her crack to scoop every overflowing drop of cum, swallowing it down. He cums—not a real load, just prostate fluid gushing, soaking his pants.
When it's over, Lin Xiulan straightens slowly, tugging her skirt down to cover herself. She turns to her husband with a smile, voice gentle as if nothing happened: "Old Li… any fish biting yet?"
Li Jianguo's voice rasps, eyes bloodshot, but he forces calm: "…No… not yet."
Li Ran pants, hugging his mother tight, murmuring, "Mom… that was… so fucking good…"
Lin Xiulan kisses his forehead, smiling: "Yeah… Mommy's asshole… loved it too…"
Li Ran believes her.
He never realizes that strange embrace wasn't his mother's ass—it was his father's mouth.
And for Lin Xiulan, the thrill of betrayal burns at its zenith.
She knows the real game has only just begun.