Scorching Heat
Li Jianguo had actually woken up long ago.
The first thing he saw upon opening his eyes was his son's face right there in front of him—their noses nearly touching, breaths intertwining, lips separated by only the thinnest layer of air.
He could feel his son's rapid heartbeat pulsing through their pressed chests, and down below, that bizarre, scorching sense of enclosure.
His son's glans… was actually inside his foreskin!
That young, piping-hot, painfully rigid shaft had stretched his foreskin to an extreme length, the tip pressing deep into his own glans like it was thrusting slowly, tentatively.
Every time his son twitched unconsciously, the inner walls of the foreskin rubbed against both glans, delivering a shameful pleasure he'd never known, one that pierced straight to his bones.
He didn't dare move.
Any movement would mean admitting he was awake, admitting he felt everything.
He could only pretend to sleep, forcing his breaths to stay even, while screaming wildly in his mind: “Ranran… Dad's foreskin… holding your glans… Dad… Dad actually loves it… Dad's never been this hard in his whole life… Dad's cock… getting pushed by his own son… Dad's such a pervert… Dad's fetish… it shattered last night when I took you in… Dad wants you to thrust deeper… Dad wants you to cum inside Dad's foreskin… Dad wants this forever…”
Lin Xiulan hugged her son from behind, her breasts pressed against his back, nipples grazing his skin. She pretended to know nothing as she began kissing her way down his back.
First the shoulder blades, her tongue tip lightly licking the sweat-damp skin; then down the spine to the small of his back; further still, to the curve of his ass cheeks.
She deliberately buried her face in his ass crack, tongue flicking over the tailbone before dipping lower to that tight ring of wrinkles—her son's asshole.
Li Ran shuddered all over, his voice trembling: “Mom… don't… Dad… Dad's right in front…”
Lin Xiulan chuckled low, her tongue circling the rim before nudging gently inside: “Dad's asleep… Ranran… let Mom kiss your little hole… Mom's fingers weren't enough last night… now Mom's tongue… gonna lick inside…”
She pushed her tongue deeper, swirling against the intestinal walls, savoring her son's intimate taste.
His hips bucked forward involuntarily, driving his glans even deeper into his father's foreskin.
Li Jianguo let out a low hum in his “sleep,” his foreskin clenching tighter around his son.
Li Ran's mind went blank, torn between heaven and hell: “Dad's foreskin… why's it so tight… Dad's humming… is Dad awake? Mom's tongue on my asshole… so hot… so itchy… I… I can't move… if I do… I'll thrust right into Dad… Dad… would Dad feel it? Would Dad know my cock's in his foreskin? Mom… why's Mom licking my asshole… Mom… Mom's so naughty… I… I'm gonna explode…”
Lin Xiulan withdrew her tongue from his asshole and continued downward, kissing his ballsack.
She took one testicle into her mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling the wrinkled skin; then switched to the other, laving it thoroughly.
Her son whimpered softly, hips jerking forward on instinct, his glans grinding fiercely inside his father's foreskin.
Li Jianguo, in his “sleep,” savored every slide of his son's glans, his newfound fetish blooming like wildfire: “Ranran… Dad's a man, but Dad's foreskin… it's getting fucked by you… every twitch… makes Dad feel so good… Dad's glans… rubbing against yours… Dad wants to cum… Dad's fetish… it's totally warped now… Dad wants you to fill Dad's foreskin… Dad wants to hold you forever… Dad… Dad's a pervert… Dad loves this taboo…”
Lin Xiulan's heart soared with delight.
She watched her son's reactions: sweat beading on his forehead, breaths ragged, hips quivering, yet he held deathly still.
Her inner monologue stretched on like an endless climax: “Ranran… you're enduring so hard… your dad too… his foreskin's clenching so tight… Mom knows… he's addicted to his son thrusting into him… this father-son cock bond… such sweet taboo…”
She pulled her tongue from his balls, licked up the perineum, then back to his asshole, probing and swirling inside. Her son finally broke, whimpering low as his hips slammed forward.
His glans collided deep within his father's foreskin.
Li Jianguo hummed again in his “sleep,” his cock contracting, drawing his son in even deeper.
Lin Xiulan laughed from behind, pressing her breasts tighter, her heart exploding with joy: “Ranran… you thrust into Dad… Dad hummed… Dad's awake but too scared to open his eyes…”
She whispered hotly in her son's ear: “Ranran… don't be scared… Mom's holding you… Dad's asleep… Mom's kissing you… Mom loves you…”
Her son squeezed his eyes shut, body shaking, unable to hold back the surging pleasure any longer.