Chapter 24: Secrets
Three drive home in the car, and no one says much along the way.
Outside the car window stretches the suburban dusk, the "fishing" memories by the pond like a thin mist enveloping everyone's heart.
Li Jianguo grips the steering wheel, his fingers trembling slightly; Lin Xiulan sits in the passenger seat, a slick trace lingering between her legs, occasionally clenching her thighs to savor that secret satisfaction; Li Ran in the back seat stares at his mother's profile, his mind replaying the unusual enveloping sensation from earlier—he thought it was his mother's asshole, unaware it was actually his father's mouth.
They all harbor secrets.
The mother needs to hide from her son his father's cuckold fetish—that old man not only indulges it but licks up the semen his son leaves behind, like a perverted slave.
She fears her son will find it disgusting, that he'll think the family has completely fallen apart.
Yet she revels in the thrill of keeping it from him, like playing a dangerous game of balance.
The father needs to hide from his wife his unnatural feelings toward their son—from eavesdropping and peeping to the moment earlier when he took his son's cock in his mouth, he's crossed the forbidden line.
That young, thick heat made this impotent old man truly hard for the first time.
But he can't let his wife know—he's not just a cuckold for her; he wants to cuckold himself too, kneeling at his son's feet, sucking his son's cock like a cheap whore.
He fears she'll utterly despise him, that she'll give all her attention to their son.
The son needs to hide from his father his relationship with his mother—he thinks his father is still in the dark, that it's all a secret between him and her.
But that unusual sensation earlier leaves him faintly uneasy.
He fears his father will discover it, rage, collapse, destroy the family.
Yet at the same time, he's jealous—jealous that his father can openly sit beside her, kiss her.
He wants to possess everything about his mother but doesn't dare fully tear the facade.
Back home, Lin Xiulan heads straight to the kitchen.
She takes a bath, changes into pink loungewear, her hair damp and loose as she starts cooking.
Red-braised pork simmers in the pot, its aroma soon filling the air; the table brims with dishes: stir-fried vegetables, sweet-and-sour ribs, cucumber salad, and a plate of her handmade crispy pork.
She deliberately makes extra of her son's favorites, thinking deep down: Tonight, I need these two to drink a lot... get drunk enough to say what they wouldn't sober.
Li Jianguo and Li Ran sit on the living room sofa, watching TV news.
Li Jianguo sneaks a glance at his son, his mind full of the taste of his son's cock—salty and musky, laced with his wife's juices.
His lower body reacts again, but he can only clamp his legs, pretending to focus on the screen.
Li Ran stares at his father's profile, unease churning inside: Why's Dad so quiet today? Does he already know something?
"Dinner's ready!" Lin Xiulan calls, bringing the last dish to the table. She pours three glasses of baijiu, smiling. "Fishing was fun today. Come on, have a drink."
Neither father nor son refuses.
Li Jianguo rarely drinks, but tonight he downs one glass after another; Li Ran follows suit, his cheeks flushing as the alcohol hits.
Lin Xiulan sips just twice, her eyes darting between their faces.
She sits closer to her son on purpose, her leg brushing his knee under the table.
After three rounds, the mood loosens. Li Jianguo's tongue thickens, and he grins. "Didn't catch any fish today, but the scenery was nice."
Lin Xiulan bursts out laughing, her voice sweet and quivering.
She picks a piece of red-braised pork for her son, eyes on her husband as she murmurs, "Yeah, Old Li, you were so focused on fishing by the pond... Ranran and I were playing behind you, and you didn't even turn around. Tell me, were you avoiding looking? Scared you'd see something you shouldn't?"
Li Jianguo's hand shakes, chopsticks nearly dropping.
His heart jolts: Is the wife doing this on purpose? Testing me? But his face stays blank as he gulps his drink, thinking: Wife, you know I watched... you know I licked... and you're still teasing me... you slut... I love you like mad, but I'm jealous your son fucks you... jealous he makes you cum...
Li Ran catches the odd tone too, alcohol fueling him as he asks his mother lowly, "Mom... what playing?"
Lin Xiulan turns, winking at him, her hand sliding up his thigh under the table. "Ranran, you forgot? Mom blew the dust from your eye... you leaned into my arms like when you were little... said my embrace smelled so good... Dad was right there fishing, and you didn't even notice..."
Li Ran's face reddens, jealousy and thrill twisting inside: Mom's saying this in front of Dad... will he catch on? But Mom's hand is groping me... her leg rubbing mine... Dad's right across... too fucking hot... I'm jealous Dad married Mom, but it feels good he doesn't know I fuck her every day...
Li Jianguo listens to his wife's words, heart twisting like a knife: Wife, you're pulling me apart... you know I sucked our son's cock, swallowed his cum... and you say this... want me to break? But why am I so hard... jealous he gets your milk, fucks you... jealous you protect him like this...
Lin Xiulan's face flushes, tipsy as she presses on, voice growing more ambiguous. She picks meat for her husband. "Old Li, while you fished today, Ranran and I were back there... his hands weren't idle, pinched Mom's ass red... say, our son's grown—shouldn't he find a wife? Or he'll always stick to Mom... if Mom's body... all goes to him, won't you as Dad have to step aside?"
Her words dance on double meanings, treading the edge of all three secrets.
Li Jianguo drinks with head down, jealousy raging inside: Step aside? Wife, you've already given it to him... to his cock... to his cum... as Dad, I can only lick, only swallow... how much more do I yield?
Li Ran's buzz intensifies; he grips his mother's hand, trembling with stimulation: Mom says this to Dad's face... will he guess? I'm jealous Dad kisses Mom, married her... but Mom's body is mine... her milk is mine... Dad doesn't know I creampie her... too damn good...
Lin Xiulan watches them both, ecstasy peaking inside: Old Li, you're jealous of our son; Ranran, you're jealous of your dad... both hiding secrets, both hard from the thrill... I, this woman, tug your bonds... hide your cuckold fetish from Ranran, hide my indulgence of him from you... under the table, my leg rubs our son while you just watch... too thrilling... too depraved...
By meal's end, both father and son are drunk. Li Jianguo slumps on the table, mumbling, "Wife... today was really fun..." Li Ran leans on his mother's shoulder, whispering, "Mom... I love you..."
Lin Xiulan smiles, her heart's secrets brewing fiercer, like the wine.