Under the Table
Lin Xiulan sits at the center of the dining table, knees lightly pressed together, the picture of a virtuous wife and mother on the surface as she takes a shallow sip from her milk cup. But her eyes dart back and forth between her husband and son.
She knows the undercurrents beneath the table have already begun to surge—far more intense and secretive than the casual breakfast chatter above.
Her left leg moves first.
She slides her toes forward lightly, tracing up her son's calf. The cotton slippers were kicked off long ago; her bare toes brush Li Ran's ankle first, then follow the contours of his calf muscles upward, slowly reaching the crook behind his knee.
Li Ran is poking at his fried egg with his head down when his hand suddenly trembles, the fork nearly slipping from his grasp.
He instinctively clamps his legs together, only for it to let his mother's toes slide even more smoothly between them.
Lin Xiulan chuckles inwardly: "Ranran... you're clamping your legs so tight... Mom's toes have already brushed the edge of your underwear... Even though you came in Dad's foreskin this morning, you're still hard down there, aren't you? Mom knows... your own mom can feel it..."
Her toes deftly hook the elastic of her son's underwear, tugging it down gently.
A gap opens in the crotch, and her big toe probes right inside, the pad pressing against her son's semi-hard cock.
The thing jumps at her toe's touch, swelling rapidly as the glans peeks from the foreskin, pressing against the sole of her foot.
Li Ran's breathing turns ragged in an instant. He keeps his head down, pretending to eat his egg, his voice a hushed whisper: "Mom... stop... Dad's right across from us..."
Lin Xiulan smiles as she picks up a slice of bread for her husband, her voice dripping with honeyed warmth: "Old Li, eat more. You got so drunk last night—I'm worried about your stomach." All the while, under the table, her toes grow bolder with her son—toes clamping the coronal ridge of his glans, rotating gently like a massage; the pad of her big toe grinding the urethral slit, slowly spreading the seeping precum.
Her son's cock throbs against her sole, burning hot, veins bulging prominently.
Meanwhile, her right leg isn't idle.
She stretches her right foot toward her husband, the back of her foot rubbing Li Jianguo's knee first, then her toes sliding up the inside of his thigh.
Her husband, head down sipping milk, suddenly goes rigid.
Lin Xiulan's toes deftly hook the edge of her husband's underwear, pulling it down to expose his limp yet slightly swollen cock.
She sneers inwardly: Old Li... you still dare act all proper? Old lady's got you now... you're getting a bit harder... but still so soft... I know, though... just thinking about your son creampieing your foreskin gets you stiff...
Her right foot's toes clamp his glans, stroking it lightly like teasing an immature toy.
Her husband's cock trembles between her toes, leaking a bit of clear fluid that wets her sole.
She deliberately presses her toes together, clamping the shaft and stroking back and forth, varying the speed from fast to slow.
Under the table, the mother's feet toy with both father and son's cocks at once.
Left foot on her son—toes rotating around the glans, sole wrapping the shaft for up-and-down strokes, toe pad grinding the slit; right foot on her husband—toes lightly jerking the glans, foot back rubbing the shaft, toe clefts squeezing the base.
The father and son both keep their heads down eating, but their chopsticks tremble violently.
Her left toes suddenly clamp hard on her son's glans, yanking downward. Her son bucks his hips, nearly crying out.
He quickly ducks his head to gulp milk, muffling the whimper in his throat.
Li Jianguo is just as tormented.
He feels his wife's right foot working him over, his glans swelling from the toe clamp but unable to reach full hardness.
Jealousy and arousal churn in his mind: "Wife... your toes are playing with me... but I know... son's right across... his cock must be getting the same treatment... I'm jealous he gets hard so fast... Dad wants... wants son to piss in my breakfast... I've gone completely insane..."
Lin Xiulan's inner delight surges wildly.
Both feet accelerate: left toes rapidly spinning around her son's glans, right toes pumping her husband's up and down. Faint sticky sounds rise from under the table, drowned out by chewing and clinking dishes.
She smiles and says: "Old Li, Ranran, why aren't you two father and son chatting today? You hugged so tight in your sleep, but now you're shy? Mom watching you... just thinks this family is perfect... one family... no secrets between us... right?"
Li Ran and Li Jianguo both keep their heads down, neither daring to reply.
Under the table, the mother's feet keep toying away.
She smiles and serves them more food, her voice soft and maternal: "Eat up... Mom watching you... puts my heart at ease..."
The father and son eat with heads bowed, but under the table, their hands grip the table edge white-knuckled.