Chapter 29: Waking Up
The next morning, sunlight leaks through the gaps in the curtains, shining on the disheveled bed.
Li Ran wakes first.
His head throbs painfully, the hangover feeling like a hammer pounding his temples.
He blinks, his consciousness slowly returning.
The first sensation is the warm, soft touch from behind—his mother, Lin Xiulan, hugs him from the back, her two full breasts pressed tightly against his back, her hard nipples poking just below his shoulder blades, like two QQ candies gently rubbing.
Her naked body clings extremely close, her breathing even but with a hint of deliberate calm.
Li Ran instinctively wants to move, but he realizes he can't.
In front of him... his father, Li Jianguo, faces him directly, their faces so close that their noses almost touch.
Father sleeps deeply, lips slightly parted, breath carrying a faint smell of alcohol, spraying on his face.
Li Ran's heart skips a beat: "Dad... how is he sleeping in the same bed as me? And so close?"
Even stranger is what's below.
His cock... is actually embedded in his father's foreskin!
The glans is wrapped in a layer of warm, slick membrane, father's limp dick like a loose sheath completely containing his glans.
The two cocks are thus "connected," the son's rigid shaft pressing deep into the father's glans, the foreskin stretched extremely long, its edges still bearing traces of last night's dried fluids.
Father's cock, though soft, swells slightly from the foreskin's enclosure, as if unconsciously responding.
Li Ran's mind goes blank with a buzz.
"What... is this?"
Fragments of last night's memory flood back: drinking, Dad passing out drunk, Mother breastfeeding... and then... nothing. He only remembers Mother's milk being so sweet, Dad saying some strange things... but why now... is Dad's foreskin containing my cock? And why is Dad's face so close... his breath spraying on my lips...
He wants to pull away, but he doesn't dare move an inch.
The slightest twitch of his glans inside Father's foreskin brings friction from that membrane—warm, sticky, enveloping with Father's body heat, making him harden even more instantly.
The glans swells, stretching the foreskin tighter. Father hums in his sleep, his hips unconsciously thrusting forward, their cocks "sheathing" even deeper together.
Li Ran's face flushes to his ears, heart pounding like a drum: "This... this is too weird... Dad's foreskin... why is it so tight? So hot inside... Will Dad wake up? If he does and sees my cock in his foreskin... what will he think? That I did it on purpose? Or... or did Mom do it?"
He instinctively wants to pull out, but the moment he moves, the glans rubs the inner wall of the foreskin, sending a bizarre wave of pleasure that softens his legs, and he doesn't dare.
Father's breath sprays on his lips, close enough to feel like a kiss.
His mind is a chaotic mess: Dad's face... so close... Dad's mouth... last night... did something happen last night? Why does Dad's foreskin feel... like it's sucking me?
Behind him, Lin Xiulan has actually been awake for a while.
She hasn't opened her eyes, but she perceives everything clearly.
Her son's body stiffens, heartbeat accelerates, breathing falls into disarray—she knows he's awake and has discovered the "connection" below.
Excitement erupts in her heart like a volcano, her pussy instantly wetting again.
She deliberately presses her breasts tighter against her son's back to prevent him from retreating backward, her nipples lightly rubbing his skin, silently soothing yet teasing.
Her inner monologue rages with fervor and satisfaction: Ranran... you've woken up... Mom's hugging you from behind... but what panics you most right now is in front, right? Dad's face pressed to yours, his breath on your lips... Mom played too hard last night... connecting you father and son together... now you don't even dare move... your glans wrapped in Dad's foreskin... thrusting in and out... Mom's so thrilled... you're definitely thinking: This is Dad's foreskin? Why so hot? Why is Dad's cock containing me? Mom knows you're painfully hard right now... wanting to pull out, yet reluctant to lose that enveloping sensation... this father-son taboo embarrassment... it's driving Mom wild...
She deliberately wraps her leg around her son's waist, pressing her labia against his ass crack, gently grinding.
Her son's body trembles, making her even more thrilled inwardly: Ranran... don't be scared... Mom's right behind you... Mom knows you're panicking... but Mom won't let you pull out... Mom wants to see how long you can endure... see if you'll secretly thrust a little... let your glans rub in Dad's foreskin... make Dad hum in his sleep... Mom wants so badly to tell you right now: Mom did this... Dad even sucked your cock last night... but Mom won't say... this thrill... Mom loves it too much...
Li Ran sweats on his forehead, breathing growing heavier.
He tentatively pulls back, trying to extract his glans, but the motion rubs the foreskin's inner wall against his coronal ridge, sending electric pleasure that weakens his waist, making him thrust forward again.
Father low-hums in his sleep, the foreskin wrapping him even tighter.
Lin Xiulan lightly bites his earlobe from behind, her voice extremely low, only for him: "Ranran... don't move... Dad's asleep... Mom's holding you... you were drunk last night... Dad too... you two father and son hugging to sleep... Mom loves watching that..."
She deliberately rubs her breasts harder, nipples tracing his back.
Li Ran's voice trembles, low to almost inaudible: "Mom... I... below... Dad's..."
"Shh..." Lin Xiulan kisses his ear, tongue flicking lightly. "That was last night when you were both drunk... Mom was afraid you'd get cold... so I made you stick close... Ranran, don't be scared... Dad won't wake... are you... feeling good right now?"
Li Ran doesn't answer, but he can't help thrusting forward again.
His glans slides deeper in Father's foreskin, rubbing intensely.
He closes his eyes, face red to his neck, mind in turmoil: Dad's foreskin... why does it feel so much like... like it's sucking me... Mom says don't move... but I... I actually can't move... so hot... so tight... Mom holding me from behind... Mom's tits against me... I'm... I'm hard to death...
Lin Xiulan observes every tiny reaction from her son behind him—he bites his lip, sweats on his forehead, hips trembling unconsciously.
Her inner excitement stretches long like an orgasm: Ranran... you're panicking... you're hard... you don't reject intimate contact with Dad... you don't dare pull out... Mom knows your mind's a mess right now... wondering why Dad's foreskin contains you... Mom's so satisfied... this father-son connection taboo... you'll never know Dad sucked you... never know Mom made your cocks connect...
In the room, father and son's breaths intertwine, the mother hugs her son from behind, eyes gleaming brightly.
She waits, waiting for her son to inevitably thrust again.
Waiting for this embarrassment and stimulation to push her to climax once more.