Chapter 34: Toying on the Bed
On the bed, Li Ran hears his mother's footsteps fading away outside the room—she must be starting on the housework. He finally stirs.
He places his hand carefully on his father's chest at first, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His father's body feels warmer and softer than he'd imagined, carrying a strange sense of familiarity. His fingers trail downward, gliding over the slight belly, and pause on that limp yet faintly swollen cock. The foreskin still bears damp traces from earlier, faint white crusts where his own semen has dried.
Li Ran's heart thunders in his chest. With his fingertips, he gently peels back his father's foreskin, exposing the glans beneath. The thing twitches faintly in sleep, as if responding to his touch. Li Ran swallows hard, then cups the shaft in his palm and strokes it lightly twice.
His father lets out a low hum in his "sleep," hips bucking forward unconsciously.
Li Jianguo has actually been awake for a while. From the moment his son first moved, he's been forcing himself to keep his breathing even. He feels the warmth of his son's fingers, that youthful curiosity laced with tentative exploration. He doesn't dare open his eyes, but inside, he screams wildly: Ranran… Dad's awake… Dad feels you… you're touching Dad's cock… Dad's glans… your fingers on it… Dad… Dad's getting hard… Dad's foreskin… still sticky with your cum… it feels so good… Dad wants you to shoot in me again… Dad's perversions… they've completely consumed me…
Both father and son are holding in their urine.
Li Ran drank too much last night and came once more besides—his bladder aches fiercely now. He wants to head to the bathroom, but he can't bear to pull away from his father's body. He murmurs to himself, his voice barely a breath: "Dad… I… I need to pee… but I… I can't move…"
Instinctively, he thrusts his hips forward, his glans rubbing along his father's shaft. Their cocks press together once more.
Li Jianguo hums low in his "sleep," his foreskin tightening to draw his son in even closer. He's bursting too, the burning urge in his bladder like fire, but he doesn't dare move for fear of giving himself away the moment he opens his eyes. A storm rages in his mind: Ranran… Dad's holding it too… Dad wants to piss on you… wants you to piss inside Dad's foreskin… Dad… Dad's gone mad… Dad wants his son to piss on him… Dad's new fetish… is craving your defilement…
Outside the door, Lin Xiulan peers through the crack, taking in every detail. One hand steadies her on the doorframe while the other slips between her legs, fingertip circling her clit with gentle pressure. Her eyes gleam with fervor, her inner voice a blaze of fanatic satisfaction: Ranran… you've finally given in and touched your dad first… your fingers on his cock… he's faking sleep… his body's answering you… that foreskin tightening again… you two twisted gay father and son… cocks mashed together… holding your piss… Mom's pussy is soaking… this taboo… this father-son contact… Mom's lust is about to explode…
She watches her son thrust forward, glans dragging along his father's shaft; watches her husband hum in "sleep" as his foreskin contracts; watches their faces so close, breaths mingling.
Her fingers quicken their rhythm, her inner scream ecstatic: Old Li… you pervert… you're awake… you feel your son touching you… you're hard… holding your piss… you want him to fill your foreskin… I know… I know everything… Ranran… you think Dad's asleep so innocently… stroking his body… your bladder's so full… Mom wants to burst in right now… make you father and son piss together… on each other… in Mom's mouth… this ultimate father-son taboo… I'm cumming…
Lin Xiulan's body shudders, her fingertip grinding hard against her clit as the orgasm crashes through her swift and savage. She bites her lip to stifle any sound, yet keeps peeking through the gap.
On the bed, father and son continue probing each other in their "sleep." Li Ran's fingers stroke his father's cock, the foreskin pulsing in his palm. The agony of their full bladders entwines with this forbidden thrill, forging a bizarre equilibrium.