Breakfast
Lin Xiulan sets the breakfast on the table just as the father and son emerge from the bathroom.
Li Ran's hair is a messy tangle, his cheeks still flushed with lingering red; Li Jianguo keeps his head down, eyes darting away, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he's desperately holding something back.
She laughs inwardly: You two were just pissing so close in the toilet, your cocks nearly touching, and now you're pretending like nothing happened... Mom saw it all clear as day—your legs are still splashed with each other's urine...
"Come on, come on, sit down and eat." She smiles, pulling out chairs—first for her son, then for her husband—before settling between them.
The table holds steaming fried eggs, golden toast slices, milk, and a small dish of chopped tomatoes and cucumbers.
She deliberately slides the fried eggs toward her son: "Ranran, eat plenty of eggs. You drank so much last night—gotta replenish that body."
Li Ran murmurs a low mm, picks up his fork, but hesitates to dig in.
His mind replays the bathroom scene nonstop: Dad's breath hot on his nape, Dad's glans slick with urine, brushing lightly against his shaft... That shy, bizarre sensation leaves his hand unsteady even on the fork now.
He sneaks a glance at his father and finds him head-down too, ears flushed a deep purple.
Lin Xiulan sips her milk, her voice dripping gentle sweetness: "Old Li, sleep well last night? You two hugged so tight—Mom watching felt the heat. Ranran, your dad was drunk, clinging to you the whole time, mumbling 'Ranran's Daddy's precious baby'... Made Mom's heart all warm and fuzzy."
Li Jianguo's hand jerks, milk sloshing near the rim. He coughs, voice raspy: "Wife... you... don't make stuff up... I was drunk... don't remember a thing..."
But inwardly, he screams: Wife... you know I was awake... you know I felt our son groping my cock... felt him creampie my foreskin... and you're saying this on purpose... you want me hard? Right here at the breakfast table... with our son across from me... it's swelling again down there...
Li Ran's face ignites. He pokes at his fried egg, voice barely audible: "Dad... last night... I... don't remember either..."
Yet his mind loops Mother's letter: "Mom's every hole... opens only for you.""Don't tell Dad." He steals a glance at her; she's smiling right at him, eyes soft with that intimate ambiguity only he catches.
His heart races: Mom... last night... did you know I creampied Dad's foreskin? Did you clean me up this morning? ...You licked it so thorough... Mom... you're so naughty... but I... I want to creampie you again right now...
Lin Xiulan clips a piece of toast for her husband, then another for her son, voice syrupy sweet: "Mom woke up to your faces pressed together, legs tangled... nearly mouth-to-mouth. Mom thought, now that's true father-son devotion. Old Li, don't you think? Ranran's all grown up and still so clingy with Dad... Mom's jealous watching."
Li Jianguo nearly chokes on his milk. He coughs into his hand, hiding his lower body's twitch: "Wife... you're doing this on purpose..."
He forces out words: "Y-yeah... that's right... Ranran... Dad's... Dad's happy... you're home... Dad wants... more time with you..."
Li Ran's heart clenches.
He recalls those ignored days after the divorce, his ex-wife calling him a mama's boy who couldn't leave home.
Now, hearing his father, his nose stings: Dad... you know? Last night I creampied your foreskin... and you didn't push me away... you... you don't hate getting intimate with me like that, do you? Mom said keep it from Dad... but you... you seem to accept it... I'm not gay or anything... but with Dad... I can't refuse...
He murmurs low: "Dad... I... I wanna spend more time with you and Mom too... I... I'm really home now..."
Lin Xiulan listens to their exchange, excitement surging like waves inside her.
She clips a tomato slice for her son, smiling: "Ranran, good you're home. Mom and Dad were waiting. Mom dreamed of you as a little boy, hugging Mom to sleep... Now you're grown, still so clingy... Mama's milk... Mom's body... forever your..."
She lingers softly on "Mom's body", turning her son's face crimson.
Li Jianguo gulps milk, fist clenched under the table: "Wife... these words again... but Dad... Dad can only play dumb..."
Li Ran chews his egg but sneaks a hand beneath the table, squeezing his mother's thick thigh.
Her leg quivers but doesn't pull away—instead, she shifts closer.
Smiling at her husband, she says: "Old Li, look at Ranran devouring it... Loves Mom's breakfast most... Think he'll come home every day? Mom'll cook for him daily... feed him every day..."
Li Jianguo's Adam's apple rolls, voice husky: "He will... yeah... Ranran... Dad wants... to see you every day too..."
On the surface, the three chat casual family talk.
But beneath, their heartbeats pound in wild, shared resonance across the table.