After the Wine
Lin Xiulan supports the over-drunk father and son back to the living room sofa.
Li Jianguo slumps with his head tilted against the sofa, eyes half-open, face flushed red like a boiled shrimp. Li Ran sprawls on the other side, head pillowed on a cushion, breathing heavily, yet he occasionally cracks his eyes to steal glances at his mother.
She smiles and pours them cups of honey water, handing one first to her son. "Ranran, drink some to sober up... Mom's afraid you'll stay drunk and won't sleep tonight... always craving Mom's milk... Mom's body..."
Li Ran takes the cup, his fingers deliberately brushing the back of her hand. His voice is slurred but laced with tease. "Mom... even drunk, I want you... want you like today by the pond... feeding me your milk... Dad right there... Think Dad's jealous? Jealous I get to taste Mom's sweet milk..."
Lin Xiulan's heart skips. She glances at her husband.
Li Jianguo doesn't stir, but his ears prick up sharp.
She slides deliberately onto the sofa beside her son, her leg pressing against his, and whispers back. "Ranran, your dad won't be jealous... He knows whose heart Mom holds... But sometimes Mom wonders—if Dad knew how close we mother and son have gotten... would he get angry? Or... even more excited? Old Li, what do you say?"
Li Jianguo's throat bobs. He feigns drunken haze, voice low and thick. "Wife... what'd you say... I... didn't catch it..."
Lin Xiulan laughs outright, then shifts to sit beside her husband. Under the table, her hand rests lightly on his thigh, sliding upward to feel the half-soft bulge in his pants.
She leans to his ear, voice syrup-sweet with a razor edge. "Old Li, pretending you can't hear even when drunk? Ranran just said he craves Mom's milk... So sweet—how many times did you suckle it back in the day? And now? Son gets more than you ever did... Tell me, jealous? Jealous that son makes Mom wet... makes Mom moan so loud... while you just watch?"
Li Jianguo's body goes rigid, his cock twitching hard in her grip.
He forces out words. "Wife... don't... talk nonsense... Ranran's right there..."
Li Ran lifts his head in a drunken haze, eyes narrowed with wary jealousy. "Dad... what'd Mom say? Mom... don't sit so close to Dad... He's old... don't wear him out..."
Lin Xiulan winks at her son, but her hand gives her husband's crotch two slow strokes.
She raises her voice a touch, tightening the tangle between the three. "Ranran, Dad's old? Mom doesn't think so... Old Li, you old? Or watching your son cling so tight to Mom... does it make you itch inside? Want Mom to spend more time with you? But right now... Mom's heart is all on her son... So young, so powerful... Just thinking of today by the pond, son helping Mom pee... Mom's legs go weak... Old Li, could you help Mom pee like that? Make Mom play so blissfully?"
Li Jianguo's breaths grow ragged, his cock swelling in her hand—but still too weak to rise fully. He mutters low. "Wife... you're drunk... stop talking..."
Inside, he screams: Wife, you know I licked it clean... swallowed son's cum... and you ask if I can make you bliss? You slut... I'm jealous enough to die... want to watch son fuck you again... lick every drop...
Li Ran's bleary eyes burn red with jealousy.
He grabs his mother's arm, yanking her toward him. "Mom... ignore Dad... He's old... come to me... Today by the pond... I blew on your eyes for you... fed from your milk... Dad doesn't know how much I love you... doesn't know how deep my love runs when I creampie you..."
Lin Xiulan lets her son pull her over, settling onto his lap, her ass grinding deliberately against his crotch.
She kisses his forehead, voice dripping ambiguity. "Ranran, your dad doesn't know... Mom loves you just like this—young, powerful... Dad... Dad can only watch Mom happy... Old Li, isn't that right? Mom's so happy now she could cry... Son makes Mom flow... makes Mom climax... And you? You just get hard watching from the side?"
The tension between the three pulls tighter at the table, every word a hook snagging jealousy, thrill, secrets.
Lin Xiulan revels inside: Old Li, hiding your craving for our son... Ranran, hiding our affair from Dad... Me, hiding your cuckold kink from Ranran... We tug at each other like this... tease each other... This home—our hell and heaven from now on...
Li Jianguo slumps fully onto the sofa, feigning sleep, but his heart burns.
Li Ran clutches his mother, drunkenly kissing her neck.