Father
Outside the door, Li Jianguo leans against the wall, pants yanked down to his ankles, palm wrapped tight around his age-weakened, limp cock. His strokes grow more frantic by the second.
He'd thought tonight was just about feeding that long-buried cuckold fetish—watching his wife writhe and scream under another man, seeing her conquered by someone young and vigorous. That cocktail of jealousy, humiliation, and arousal had been his only sexual thrill in recent years.
But tonight is different.
His son... his own flesh and blood, Li Ran.
That thirty-year-old body—solid, brimming with vitality. Especially that thick, robust cock. Just a glimpse of its outline through the door crack dries his throat.
Earlier, hearing his wife shriek through her climax, begging her son in that slutty voice to cum inside her—suddenly Li Jianguo's heartbeat isn't mere excitement. It's something deeper, a craving he's never felt before.
He pictures his son's cock: rigid, veins bulging, the slick, squelching sounds it made plunging in and out of his wife still echoing in his mind. He licks his lips without thinking.
Suck him off for his son... Yes, suddenly he wants to drop to his knees, mouth open wide, taking that cockhead between his lips, tongue lapping up the sweat and his wife's juices.
Imagining his son gripping his head, thrusting brutally deep into his throat, making his own father choke like a cheap whore—but he won't spit it out, no matter what.
That sensation of being conquered by his son makes his cock twitch, actually stiffening a little—harder than it's been in five years.
Even further, he yearns to be fucked by his son.
His ass... yes, his virgin backdoor, untouched till now. But his mind floods with images of his son embracing him from behind, pounding in just like he did to his wife, making this old man scream for mercy, then beg for it deeper.
His son is his own blood, yet so overwhelmingly powerful—it births a humiliating thrill of being dominated by his "offspring."
At the same time, he wants to watch his son keep fucking his wife—no, his woman, ravished to oblivion. Best if it's all three of them together, him licking at their joined flesh, tasting the mingled fluids.
These thoughts crash over him too suddenly, too fiercely. He feels like he's lost his mind.
But he knows it's his son's masculine prowess that's infected him.
That youthful, domineering aura awakens a whole new kink in this impotent old man—not just cuckolding his wife, but cuckolding himself. Becoming his son's sex slave. His wife's accomplice.
But not yet. He can't join in now.
The timing's wrong. His son doesn't even know he's there; his wife just gave him a "shh" gesture.
He can only stand outside, listening to the sounds from within, his mind churning with those twisted fantasies. His hand pumps faster, but he forces himself to stop—he doesn't want to end it so soon.
Inside the room, Lin Xiulan still straddles her son, her body trembling with lingering aftershocks. She bends low to kiss Li Ran's chest, her tongue swirling around his nipple, then lifts her head, eyes shimmering with moisture.