Chapter 35: Side-by-Side in the Toilet
Lin Xiulan peeks through the door for a long while before she finally can't hold back any longer.
She knows that if they keep holding their piss like this, it'll be bad for their health—especially after all that booze last night.
She takes a deep breath, smooths her expression, and pushes the door open, acting as if nothing happened. Her voice is gentle yet laced with that unyielding maternal command: “Ranran, Old Li... wake up! The sun's baking your asses already—get up and hit the toilet! You drank so much last night, holding it all night is hell on your kidneys. Mom doesn't want you two whining about back pain tomorrow.”
She says it loud and clear, playing the perfect devoted wife and mother rousing her husband and son.
Li Ran's body goes rigid. He snaps his eyes shut and pretends to sleep, his mind a whirlwind: Mom's back... did she just go to the bathroom? Did she see me groping Dad? Dad's still faking sleep... my cock's still pressed against his... I gotta get up, fast...
Li Jianguo “wakes” in an instant. A muffled “Mm” rumbles from his throat as he slowly opens his eyes, rubbing his temples like he's groggy, his voice hoarse: “Honey... what time is it...”
Lin Xiulan smiles and steps closer, patting her son's shoulder first, then her husband's arm: “Up you go! There's only one toilet—you two hustle in there, no dawdling. Mom's making breakfast.”
She turns and leaves the bedroom, but the moment she's out the door, a secretive smile curls her lips: Ranran, Old Li... Mom's giving you your chance... only one toilet... will you two squeeze in together... Mom's dying to watch the show...
Li Ran and Li Jianguo lock eyes, both flustered, but neither breathes a word about last night.
Li Ran climbs out of bed first, naked from the waist down, snatching his underwear from the edge and yanking it on.
Li Jianguo sits up sluggishly, equally bare, his foreskin still crusted with dried remnants.
He coughs, feigning casualness: “Ranran... Dad's bursting too. Let's go together.”
The father and son file into the bathroom, one behind the other.
The door clicks shut, turning the space oppressively tight.
Just one toilet. Both shirtless, they stand facing each other, the air thick with last night's booze and musk.
Li Ran positions himself at the toilet, back to his father, head down as he undoes his underwear and grips his still half-hard cock, aiming at the bowl.
But he can't piss.
His bladder throbs with pain, yet with his father just two steps behind—breath hot on his neck—he trembles too hard to let go.
He mutters low: “Dad... you go first... I'll wait...”
Li Jianguo stands right behind him, clutching his own cock but frozen in place.
He stares at his son's bare back, the familiar curve of his ass, a tidal wave of forbidden thrill crashing through him: Ranran... Dad's right behind you... Dad's cock so close to your ass... Dad wants to hug you from behind... wants you to piss in Dad's hand... Dad's losing it...
He shuffles forward a step, voice husky: “Ranran... Dad can't hold it anymore... how about... together?”
Li Ran's body jolts. He twists his head, their eyes meeting.
His father's face is close enough to see the burst veins in his eyes.
Li Ran's ears burn crimson, but he doesn't pull away.
He whispers: “Dad... together... let's piss together...”
And so the father and son stand shoulder to shoulder at the toilet, cocks nearly brushing.
Li Ran breaks first—a hot stream gushes out, slamming the porcelain with a heavy splash.
Li Jianguo follows right after, their piss merging in the bowl, kicking up tiny sprays.
The space is so cramped their streams veer now and then, splattering each other's legs.
Li Ran feels his father's warm piss hit his inner thigh, musky and intimate; Li Jianguo senses his son's scorching stream on his calf.
Neither speaks. Neither steps back.
Li Ran's thoughts whirl: Dad's piss on my leg... his cock this close... I came in his foreskin last night... now we're pissing together... Does Dad know I groped him? We're not gay... why isn't he dodging?
Li Jianguo's mind churns just as wildly: Ranran's piss on Dad's leg... so hot... Dad's cock almost grazed his... Dad wants him to drench me... my orientation's twisted completely... total pervert now... can't move... one word and it'll all spill out...
Halfway through, Li Ran's hand shakes—the stream arcs, splattering his father's glans.
Li Jianguo lets out a low grunt, leaning forward, his glans nearly kissing his son's shaft.
Their cocks graze in the slick piss lube, then spring apart.
That electric instant—the raw collision of father and son's genitals, blood incest laced with gay taboo—roots them both in place.
Li Ran's face flames blood-red, but he holds; Li Jianguo squeezes his eyes shut in shame, breaths heaving, but stays put.
Outside the door, Lin Xiulan watches every bit through the crack.
One hand braces the frame, the other dives into her pants, fingers flying over her clit.
Her eyes gleam fever-bright, inner monologue cresting like orgasm: Ranran... Old Li... you two pissing together... shoulder to shoulder... cocks brushing... piss splashing each other... Mom's soaking down there... that shy, thrilling touch... Mom's cumming... Ranran, blushing like that but no retreat—you're thrilled too, aren't you? Old Li, playing it cool... but your glans kissed his... you're hard... pissing together like marking territory...
Her fingers speed up, body quivers, lips bitten to stifle moans as she keeps peeking.
In the bathroom, they finish pissing but linger.
Standing at the bowl, cocks dripping the last drops, breaths mingling thick.
Li Ran murmurs: “Dad... I'll head out first...”
Li Jianguo grunts a hoarse “Mm”: “Go on... Dad'll flush.”
As Li Ran turns to leave, his father's gaze lingers long on his back.
Lin Xiulan darts back to the kitchen, pretending to fuss over breakfast.
She calls out with a plate in hand, beaming: “Ranran, Old Li—piss done? Come eat! Mom made your favorite fried eggs!”
The father and son emerge one after the other, faces unnaturally flushed, silent on what just happened.
Lin Xiulan sits at the table, watching them, her excitement refusing to fade.