Collusion
Lin Xiulan and Li Jianguo kneel side by side beside the sofa, their gazes locked on the sleeping Li Ran.
The son lies curled on his side, his cheek pressed against his mother's sweat-dampened chest, his breathing long and steady, a faint, satisfied smile lingering at the corners of his mouth. The exhaustion after ejaculation leaves him utterly relaxed, defenseless like an infant.
Dark water stains from the mother-son coupling still mark the sofa cushion, and the air hangs thick with the mingled scent of semen and feminine musk.
Lin Xiulan leans down first, her lips brushing her son's forehead in the lightest, softest kiss, as if afraid to shatter a beautiful dream. Her tongue tip traces along his brow bone to his eyelid, then his nose tip, finally settling on his slightly parted lips, where she takes his lower lip between hers and suckles gently.
Li Jianguo watches his wife's movements, his throat bobbing as he lowers his head too, kissing his son's earlobe from the other side. His tongue probes the ear's conch, slowly licking the sensitive skin behind it.
One on the left, one on the right, they resemble wild beasts guarding their cub, lavishing kisses on the same exquisite form with an eerie, unspoken harmony.
Lin Xiulan speaks first, her voice a whisper laced with icy sweetness: "Old Li, look how sweetly Ranran sleeps now... finally free from that bitch's torment."
Li Jianguo's tongue laps at the sweat beads on his son's neck, and he responds with a low mm, his voice hoarse: "She doesn't deserve him... Ranran's so good... and she dares cheat... treats our son like an ATM... even kicks him out..."
Lin Xiulan's lips shift to her son's collarbone, where she nips lightly before soothing the red mark with her tongue. As she kisses, she speaks in a leisurely drawl: "She's probably still patting herself on the back, thinking she won. The house, the car, the savings—all awarded to her... and she's posting those pretentious 'divorce is great too' chicken-soup bullshit on Moments... She's just a slut who hooked a few men with her young face back in the day, and now she thinks she can keep reeling them in..."
She lifts her head, her eyes gleaming with frightening intensity: "Old Li, we can't let her live so comfortably. Li Ran's back now—we have to show her... what happens when you betray our son."
Li Jianguo's tongue trails down his son's chest, pausing at her words, his voice dropping even lower: "What do you have in mind?"
Lin Xiulan's fingers glide lightly over her son's abdomen, her fingertip circling his semi-soft cock before dipping into the residual semen. She brings it to her lips and licks it clean, her smile tender yet vicious: "Simple. We trick her."
"Doesn't she love flaunting her 'love' on Moments? We'll give her a bigger 'romance' opportunity. She's single now, desperate for her next mark. We find a young, handsome 'rich second-gen' to approach her—have him pretend to be smitten, shower her with bags, jewelry, dates at five-star hotels... Let her think she's hooked another golden turtle son-in-law."
Li Jianguo lets out a low hum, his tongue reaching his son's nipple, which he takes gently into his mouth and suckles before continuing: "And then?"
"Then..." Lin Xiulan's smile deepens, "...once she's in deep, we have someone film it all. Cameras in the hotel room—headboard, footboard, bathroom. Her moaning on the bed, getting fucked to climax by the 'rich second-gen', taking his creampie... everything captured."
She bends to kiss her son's abdomen, her tongue circling his navel: "Then we anonymously blast the video to her company group, her parents' phones, her besties' WeChat, the phones of all the new guys she's hooked... Title it: 'The Real Face of Zhou Xiaowen'. Ruin her reputation, cost her the job, her friends, make her parents disown her... Even if she begs on her knees, no one will care."
Li Jianguo raises his head, his eyes flashing with sinister malice. His tongue slides from the nipple down to the abdomen as he murmurs: "Whatever she did to humiliate Ranran... we make her pay back double. She'll learn... what happens when you mess with our son."
Lin Xiulan nods with a smile, her fingers gently peeling back her son's foreskin to smear the lingering semen across his glans, drawing silky threads before leaning down to lick it clean. Her voice softens further, sharpening with venom: "Old Li, who should play the 'rich second-gen'? He needs to be handsome, good at sweet-talking women... and solid in bed. Let her taste what a real man feels like before we smash her to pieces..."
A low chuckle rumbles in Li Jianguo's throat as his tongue licks the inner thigh: "I know a guy... used to work the nightclubs, looks like a star, knows all the tricks... Pay him off, let him fuck her till she cries... Then we drop the video."
The two continue kissing their sleeping son while murmuring over the revenge details in low voices.
Lin Xiulan's tongue glides over her son's scrotum, taking one testicle into her mouth for a gentle suckle, her words muffled but clear: "Ranran... Mom and Dad will get justice for you... That bitch... for daring to hurt you... Mom will make her regret ever being born..."
Li Jianguo's tongue traces his son's ass crack to his asshole, probing inside. After a moment, his voice rumbles low: "Ranran... Dad was useless... could only watch you suffer before... But now what Dad can do... is make her pay the price... so you can come home in peace..."