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“Mo Ran.” Chu Wanning nods, hesitating momentarily before stepping to the side and opening the door with his gaze lowered. His long, dark lashes flutter, making Mo Ran’s heart skip a beat.
Mo Ran smiles and enters the house, taking off his shoes and placing them on the rack beside the door. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Chu.”
Chu Wanning shuts the door. His expression is severe as he walks past Mo Ran into the large and extravagant living room of the home left behind by his ex-husband.
“A-Ni is in his room,” he says coldly, sitting down on the couch and opening his laptop.
Mo Ran clears his throat. “Alright, I’ll head up there now.”
Chu Wanning’s only response is a soft, “en.”
Mo Ran ascends the old, creaky stairs, approaching Xia Sini’s door where he knocks but doesn't wait for an answer before opening it. “Didi, did you miss me?” He asks as he slides his backpack off his back, holding one strap in his hand.
The young boy, Xia Sini, sits atop a floor seat in front of a low wooden desk, thumbing the open pages of his math textbook. When he hears Mo Ran come in, he turns his head to look. A smile pulls at the corners of Xia Sini’s lips. “Ran-gege…”
That cute and tender voice calling him fills Mo Ran’s chest with warmth. “Hey there.” He says as he comes over and sits down behind Xia Sini, placing his backpack on the floor beside the desk. “What are you learning about today?”
“Just some math,” Xia Sini replies.
“Yeah?”
“Mn.”
Mo Ran put his hands on Xia Sini’s waist, resting his chin atop the boy’s head. “You wanna sit in gege’s lap?”
Without saying anything, Xia Sini wiggles free of Mo Ran’s grasp. He stands up and looks down at the older boy. “You have to sit on the chair.”
Mo Ran laughs. He does as he’s told and gestures towards his folded legs. “Go ahead, sit down.”
Xia Sini obliges right back, placing himself in Mo Ran’s lap. He shifts his hips a little, scooting back and forth a few times as if unable to get comfortable.
The sensation of Xia Sini’s small, plump ass rubbing against his crotch sends a wave of pleasure coursing up into Mo Ran’s core. “Ah, didi…”
“Hm?”
Unfortunately, Mo Ran is already at the age where even a stiff breeze could make him hard, let alone an adorable and innocent little boy grinding on him.
“...Nothing,” Mo Ran pats Xia Sini’s head, “stay still, okay?”
Xia Sini nods.
All Mo Ran can do is pray that Xia Sini remains ignorant to the obvious bulge in his pants.
Resting his chin on Xia Sini’s shoulder, Mo Ran looks down at the textbook before them both. “Oh wow. You’re only six and you’re already learning algebra?”
“Mhm. It's not that hard.”
Such a cute display of confidence stirs something up inside Mo Ran. He can't help but stroke the side of Xia Sini’s waist. “You're so mature for your age.”
Xia Sini looks up at him. “Really?” He opens the spiral-bound notebook sitting on the desk next to him and picks up a pencil, scribbling down a few of the practice problems.
His writing is surprisingly neat for a six-year old…
“Yeah. Will you even need my help?”
“Of course. What if I get stuck? Besides, you're my seat, so you can't leave.”
A chuckle falls from Mo Ran’s lips. “You're right.”
After a bit, a comfortable silence settles between the two of them; Mo Ran watching as Xia Sini diligently copies the math problems into his notebook before solving them.
Little Xia Sini, who’s autistic just like his father, can't keep from fidgeting. He shakes and wiggles his hips, ass pressing down even harder against Mo Ran’s partial erection.
A stifled groan falls from Mo Ran’s lips. Xia Sini ignores it; lost deep in thought, his cute face scrunched up as he tries to solve a particularly tough problem.
He looks so cute…
Wearing a mischievous smirk, Mo Ran slips his fingers beneath the waistband of Xia Sini’s blue striped shorts.
Xia Sini flinches at the sudden touch, his lips trembling. “Ran-gege…”
“Shhh, it’s alright.”
Mo Ran’s fingers are warm and a little rough. They creep down beneath Xia Sini’s underwear and over his hairless cunt.
A tingling shudder of excitement and arousal races down Mo Ran’s spine.
Xia Sini looks over his shoulder at Mo Ran. “Ran-gege, what…what are you doing?”
“Does didi want me to show him something fun?”
“What?”
Warm lips ghost over the shell of Xia Sini’s ear. “It feels really good.” Pressing his finger between the boy's pussy lips, Mo Ran slides it up to the tiny bud of Xia Sini’s clit, giving it a few small, slow strokes.
“A-Ah!” Xia Sini instinctively squeezes his soft, plush thighs together. “Ran-gege, it…it feels weird…!”
“Now now, keep those little legs spread for me, didi.”
An unfamiliar wetness blossoms in Xia Sini’s pussy. His clit starts to tingle a little from Mo Ran’s incessant rubbing. He whines and tilts his head back. “Mmm…”
“How does didi like this?”
“Ngh…! What are you doing…?”
Mo Ran chuckles. “Showing didi something fun, like I said. Do you know what this little bump that gege is rubbing on is called?”
Xia Sini shakes his head, desperately trying to re-focus on his math problems.
“This is your clit. It has lots of nerve endings in it, and its sole purpose is pleasure. Doesn't it feel good?”
It does. It feels so good, better than anything Xia Sini has ever felt.
But of course, Xia Sini will never admit that.
“Has anyone ever touched didi here before?” Mo Ran asks, a venomous hint of jealousy undercutting his words.
Blush creeps into Xia Sini’s pale cheeks and the tips of his ears. “N-No…”
“Good. You shouldn't let anyone else touch you here.”
Xia Sini moans. “Why’s it okay for Ran-gege to touch…?”
“Other people wouldn't get it. Besides, it feels good and it's fun.”
“My…my…” Xia Sini’s mouth is dry. His throat strains around a thick swallow. “My private part is all tingly…”
Mo Ran’s dick twitches.
So lewd!
“Here?” Mo Ran asks as he cups Xia Sini’s little pussy, the heat radiating off of it making Mo Ran lightheaded with desperation and desire. He caresses its wetness with his thumb.
“Mhm…”
“It's much better to call it your cunt. Why doesn't didi try and say it?” The warmth of Mo Ran’s breath tickles Xia Sini’s ear. “It sounds much more mature.”
“M-My…my cunt is tingly…”
Fuck.
“It's okay, let Ran-gege help. It might get worse at first, but I’ll make you feel better.”
Xia Sini nods. A shameless and wanton whine falls from his lips as Mo Ran’s finger picks up its pace on his clit. “Ah, R-Ran-gege…”
“Shhh. Just focus. You still need to finish all the problems on this page, after all.”
Letting out a whine, Xia Sini grinds his ass against Mo Ran’s crotch. The tent in Mo Ran’s pants ghosts over Xia Sini’s asshole through his pants, making him shudder. “What…d-don't touch there.”
“It's your fault. You’re so cute that you made me get hard.” Mo Ran presses an open-mouthed kiss against the side of Xia Sini’s neck.
“Get hard?”
Arousal makes Mo Ran’s balls ache. Without noticing, he starts to rub Xia Sini’s clit harder and faster, the wet little nub twitching.
“Mhmm. I have a cock; it gets hard and sticks up when I get aroused. You have such a plump and round ass that you keep rubbing on me, it's no surprise I’d get an erection. You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to bend you over, pull down your shorts, and spank that fat little ass.”
Xia Sini’s thighs twitch. “Y-You—! Ah, ah, Ran-gege, it…I’m gonna pee…”
“You won’t, you're just going to have an orgasm.”
Naturally, little Xia Sini doesn't know what an orgasm is. He bucks his hips against Mo Ran’s warm and calloused hand. “What's an orgasm…?”
Such sweet innocence makes Mo Ran’s arousal soar. He doesn't know how to explain it, nor does his teenage brain actually understand the science behind an orgasm, so he just smiles and says: “it’s when your body feels really, really good. So good that you want to do it again; all your muscles get tense and you shake a little, but it feels so good it’s like heaven.”
“I want it…”
“I know, didi,” Mo Ran kisses the top of Xia Sini’s head, “don’t worry. Gege will teach you. You’re already getting close.”
Xia Sini bites his soft and full pink lower lip. “It…really feels like I’m gonna pee…” his face is red as cinnabar, round cheeks flushed deep red.
He looks a lot like his father…
He can see Chu Wanning in his mind’s eye. He’s handsome and alluring, definitely at least thirty but hardly looks it. Just like Xia Sini, he has long eyelashes, dark yet expressive phoenix eyes, plump lips that are naturally pink, and smooth, unblemished skin.
Mo Ran wonders if Chu Wanning’s pussy is similar; hairless and soft with thick lips, a slick pink labia, and prominent clit that responds so beautifully to just a few touches.
Upon remembering the pictures of Chu Wanning and his ex-husband Xue Zhengyong hanging on the wall above the couch, a thin thread of embarrassment weaves itself through Mo Ran’s heart, although he doesn't know why. According to Xia Sini, Chu Wanning and his Xue Zhengyong got divorced over two years ago.
As far as Mo Ran is concerned, that makes Chu Wanning well and truly single.
Xia Sini moans again, his reddened lips parted and little chest heaving. “Ran-gege…! I…ah, ah, gonna pee, gonna pee!”
“Shh, you won't. Now…”
A deep and seductive voice rumbles in Xia Sini's ear. “Cum for me, didi.”
Xia Sini lets out a keening moan that cracks and breaks as his body tenses up. Pleasure like a thousand fireworks explodes deep in his core. Greedy for more, the boy humps the finger stroking his clit with wild, desperate abandon, bucking his hips. “Ah, ah, hah! R-Ran-gege! I'm…ha—having…ah-ah…an–oh, orgasm!” He slurs.
Watching his sweet and innocent younger friend having his first orgasm, knowing it was all thanks to him makes Mo Ran's dick start to leak precum. It strains desperate against the tight and constricting fabric of his pants.
Coming down from the high of his orgasm means that Xia Sini's pussy is extremely sensitive, so when Mo Ran’s clothed cock rubs against his soaking wet underwear, Xia Sini can't help but whimper. “Ran-gege…your…your thing is really hard…” he says as he starts to rock back and forth.
“Tsk…you had one orgasm and now you're acting like a whore. You're only six, behaving this way…you should be disciplined. Gege is going to spank you; lie down across my lap.”
Wide-eyed, Xia Sini looks over his shoulder at Mo Ran. “What?”
Mo Ran doesn't repeat himself. He merely grabs Xia Sini and forces him to lie prone across his lap, Mo Ran’s boner resting against Xia Sini’s soft, pudgy belly.
“You—you can't! You're not my dad!” Xia Sini cries. He gasps when Mo Ran tugs his shorts and underwear down with a single pull, revealing his pale, round ass and soaking wet cunt, the latter of which Mo Ran shudders upon seeing. It's tiny yet plump, flushed an adorable pink, wetness glinting in the light. Most appealing to the perverted Mo Ran is the lack of hair, which adds a healthy dose of dangerous youthfulness to what's already a very adorable little pussy.
“Such a cute cunt.” Those words are said as casually as if Mo Ran is talking about what he’d had for dinner the other day. Using his thick and calloused fingers—which are still coated in Xia Sini's juices—Mo Ran spreads the boy's labia apart to examine his entrance.
Xia Sini squirms and buries his face in his hands. “What are you doing?!”
“Checking to see just how much of a slut you are. I want to see if your hymen is still intact.”
“My…what?”
Mo Ran breathes a little sigh of relief upon noticing the still-intact, lightly quivering hymen covering all but a small part of Xia Sini’s hole.
“Good, it's still there. Means you haven't taken anything up that tight little fuckhole of yours yet.”
“Taken anything up my—ah!” His voice breaks into a moan when Mo Ran’s palm lands a firm slap on his ass.
“Count,” Mo Ran commands.
“What?”
Slap.
“I said count.”
There’s a burning in Xia Sini’s cheeks. He ekes out the word, “one…”
Another smack.
“Two…”
The stinging in his ass goes right to his pussy. Wetness dribbles out from between his slick folds.
“Three.”
Smack.
“F-Four…how much more?”
Mo Ran only spanks him again.
“Ah, hah…five…”
Ascending the stairs in light steps, carrying a plate of rabbit apple slices, Chu Wanning approaches his son’s room. He places his hand on the doorknob and turns it, about to open the door when he hears a strange noise that sounded a bit like a moan.
Brows furrowed, he leans in a little. The sound comes again, but it’s still too faint to hear. Chu Wanning then presses his ear against the door. Several moments of silence pass before the sound comes again, unmistakable this time.
A soft, breathless, moan that’s so high pitched it couldn't belong to Mo Ran.
For some reason, that sound goes right to Chu Wanning’s cunt.
What a disgusting, shameless son I’ve raised!
He can’t help but imagine Xia Sini’s tiny mouth wrapped around Mo Ran’s dick. It’s a long and girthy thing, shaft flushed pink and lined with veins, twitching eagerly as that little pair of pink lips sucks it with vigor—at least in Chu Wanning’s mind.
He wonders if it’s as big as Xue Zhengyong’s. A shudder rushes down Chu Wanning’s spine. He thinks back to the multiple times that Mo Ran came to tutor Xia Sini after some sports game or other, smelling of sweat and musk, wearing shorts that shouldn't be allowed on someone with thighs like his. Chu Wanning remembers the bulge in the front of those shorts, the way the sight of it made his pussy ache with how empty it was.
There’s a familiar heat throbbing deep inside Chu Wanning; a carnal need to be satisfied. He sighs and goes back downstairs, placing the apples on the counter and returning to his seat on the couch, parting his thighs as he slips a hand down his pants.
“Do you want to see it?” Mo Ran asks with a smirk.
Xia Sini nods before burying his face in his hands, making Mo Ran laugh.
He casually pulls down the waistband of his pants, his long and thick cock springing forth. Its reddened tip is already leaking precum. The coolness of the air against the heat of his arousal almost makes Mo Ran moan.
“Mm…why are you hiding? Didn't didi want to see?”
Being called ‘didi’ stirs up Xia Sini’s arousal again. He lifts his head, only to be greeted by Mo Ran’s massive prick. His eyes widen in surprise, lips forming into an ‘o’ shape. “It…it’s so long and thick.”
“Why don’t you touch it?”
Xia Sini’s small hand can’t even fit around Mo Ran’s girth. The sight of that only fuels Mo Ran’s perverted, carnal lust even more. “Both hands,” he purrs.
“It’s hot…” Xia Sini says as he wraps both his hands around the other’s fat dick.
“Mhmm.”
“What’s this stuff leaking out?”
“It’s called precum. It comes out when I’m aroused, just like how your cunt gets wet when you’re aroused.”
Such shameless words make Xia Sini squeeze his thighs together, his plump pussy lips enveloping the hard bud of his clit from all sides. He moans and bites his lip. “I…”
“Now you need to slide your hands up and down. Go slowly.”
He does as he’s told, both hands moving up and down the veiny, flushed length of Mo Ran’s dick with an agonizing slowness.
“Like this?”
Mo Ran gives an encouraging nod. “Mnnh…a bit faster. I also want you to use your mouth; why don’t you give gege’s cock some little kisses and licks, hm? It’s sticking up because it wants didi’s attention.”
“Oh…” Suddenly, the stinging pain radiating through Xia Sini’s ample asscheeks almost feels good rather than painful, and he’s so wet that juices dribble freely out of his hole, leaving a wet spot on the crotch of his shorts.
He’s always been a good boy, so he leans in and gives Mo Ran’s dick a quick peck along its front.
“Not like that. Kiss it properly. Do it all over, especially on the tip. Make sure you lick it too.”
Xia Sini thinks back on all the times he and Mo Ran have kissed—it started out just like that, innocent little pecks on the lips before moving to wet, puckered lips and then full-on tongue kisses, sloppy and desperate. When Xia Sini forgot to make out with Mo Ran after one of their tutoring sessions, the older boy would always say ‘kiss gege properly’ before leaving. Those words, combined with their filthy and indecent kisses, would always get Xia Sini’s pussy absolutely soaked.
“Y-You mean…”
That big and calloused yet warm hand pats Xia Sini on the head. “You heard me. Kiss it properly, just like how gege taught you.”
As if he were in a trance, his eyes half-lidded with lust, Xia Sini parts his lips and leans in, putting the heat of his open mouth against Mo Ran’s cock. His little wet tongue pokes out and starts licking it all over, lips sucking and kissing, creating absolutely wanton sounds.
“Oh fuck.” Mo Ran slaps a hand over his mouth. “That’s…didi, so good. Take a taste of gege’s precum.”
Sticking his slick and hot tongue out, Xia Sini licks a stripe along the front of Mo Ran’s cock. A sizable bead of the liquid collects on the tip of Xia Sini’s tongue. His breath is hot against Mo Ran’s already smoldering flesh.
Xia Sini draws his tongue into his mouth, swallowing down Mo Ran’s precum. “It’s salty, but…it also has another taste that I can't describe; and it smells like Ran-gege, too. So manly…”
“Good boy. Lick here.” Even just barely grazing his slit with his own thumb makes Mo Ran arch his back. When Xia Sini’s tongue laps at his entrance, he instinctively bucks his hips and gasps.
“Does gege like it?”
“I love it. Does didi want to suck on it?”
The hazy smile fades from Xia Sini's face. “I…don't know. It's really big…”
“You can do it. Open wide.”
Xia Sini hesitantly opens his mouth, showing off his slick pink tongue and tight throat. Mo Ran inserts the head of his dick between those soft and kissable lips of Xia Sini’s, whining when the boy’s mouth envelops it.
“That's good. Now just lick and suck on it. You’ll also want to start bobbing your head and stroking with your hands at the same time.”
Of course, Mo Ran would prefer to be fucking Xia Sini's young and tight virgin pussy. However, he's much too afraid he’ll hurt the poor boy—and besides, Mo Ran had forgotten to bring the plug he’d slip into Xia Sini's ruined hole after the fact to keep all his cum inside.
Oh well. Fucking his mouth is also really good.
That inexperienced tongue of Xia Sini licks up Mo Ran’s precum whilst his cheeks hollow. The lascivious slurping noises squeezed out from between his flushed lips make Mo Ran start bouncing his hips, spurred on by the motion of Xia Sini’s small hands sliding up and down his throbbing, aching length.
“Fuck, fuck…! You're such a slut.” Mo Ran weaves his strong and calloused fingers into Xia Sini’s hair, pressing against his scalp. “Juuuuust like that, good boy.”
Mo Ran’s massive cockhead presses into the back of Xia Sini’s throat, making him gag. Tears spring into the corners of his eyes. He lets out a pained noise.
Mo Ran frowns. “Does it hurt? Sorry, I…you're so little, there's no way I can expect you to let me throatfuck you yet…” A wave of guilt suddenly washes over him.
“If…if it hurts, don't force it any deeper, just keep it there.” Using his thumb, he wipes away the tears at the corners of Xia Sini’s eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
Little Xia Sini shakes his head. He circles his tongue around the thick head of Mo Ran’s dick, throat struggling to swallow down all the precum spilling out. That musky and masculine smell is intoxicating, making Xia Sini a little dizzy.
“I’m close…” Mo Ran looks down at the little boy bobbing his head with vigor, warm and sweaty hands working in tandem to jerk off the fat cock between them. His cheeks are flushed and eyes half-lidded, looking very much like Chu Wanning.
Xia Sini’s aloof yet attractive father has been someone Mo Ran wanted to score since he started tutoring the boy, but he’d never gotten a chance to make his move properly. Besides, he figured Chu Wanning would probably reject him anyways.
Still, Mo Ran couldn't say he didn't want to give Xia Sini a younger sibling. The thought of Chu Wanning heavy with his child was a mental image he’d touched himself to more than once.
And of course, once Xia Sini was a bit older, Mo Ran also planned to impregnate him.
Then, out of nowhere, an image appears in his mind like a bolt of lightning. Chu Wanning and Xia Sini, one father and one son, one older and one younger, both pregnant with Mo Ran’s children. Mo Ran would embrace the two of them, his arms around their waists, satisfied with how his virile cock had knocked them both up.
It was practically a crime to leave such fertile and desperate wombs empty, after all.
He shudders and bites his lip, moaning wantonly. Mo Ran’s cock twitches and his balls tighten, a familiar tingling feeling slowly overtaking his body. Simply imagining that pregnant father-son duo pushes him over the edge. He thrusts into the tight, wet heat of Xia Sini’s mouth, gasping. “Shit…fuck, didi…!”
Hot and sticky cum spurts out from the tip of Mo Ran’s dick, painting the inside of Xia Sini’s throat.
“Ah, mm…” Xia Sini moans. He swallows down that warm semen, its musky scent going right to his head. Slurping and licking up the last few drops of Mo Ran’s potent seed. Warmth spreads through his stomach and into the rest of his body.
“Good boy, swallow it all for me.” Mo Ran coos. He strokes the top of Xia Sini’s head. Once he sees Xia Sini’s throat stop moving, he pulls his soft cock out from between the boy’s reddened lips.
“How was it?”
“Salty…tastes weird…”
Mo Ran pulls up his pants. “You don’t like it?”
“I never said that, just…it doesn't taste like anything else I’ve ever tasted.”
“You're so cute. It's getting late and you’ve barely studied, I’m going to leave.” Pressing a quick, chaste peck to Xia Sini’s lips, Mo Ran stands up.
Xia Sini frowns. He opens his mouth to say something, but Mo Ran cuts him off. “What would your father think if he knew? I need to go. Be a good boy for gege.”
“...alright. I’ll see you next week, then,” Xia Sini murmurs.
Mo Ran grins. He swings his backpack over his shoulder and hoists it onto his back.
Mo Ran closes Xia Sini’s door with a click. The darkened stairs creak beneath his feet.
At the bottom of the stairs is the living room, only a single floor lamp chasing away the darkness beside the couch where Chu Wanning is sitting reading a book.
The moment he sees Mo Ran, he closes his book with a ‘clap’. “Mo Ran.”
“Hm?” The boy straightens his back and forces an awkward smile. “Yes?”
“What were you doing with my son?”
Frigid terror overtakes Mo Ran, the blood in his veins turning to ice. “I…it was nothing, I was just helping him study.”
“I heard him moaning.”
Nausea churns Mo Ran’s stomach. A layer of cold sweat breaks out on his skin. “It’s…I’m sorry, I…don’t call the cops, please!” He falls to his knees and clutches the leg of Chu Wanning’s pajama pants. “I’ll…I’ll do anything.”
“Tsk…”
Before Chu Wanning can say anything else, Mo Ran slips his hand up the man’s leg, caressing his thigh.
Heat creeps into Chu Wanning's cheeks, eyes widening. “Y-You…!”
“Let me make it up to you, Mr. Chu.” Mo Ran pinches Chu Wanning’s ample ass between his fingers.
“D-Don’t touch there! You—shameless pervert! Degenerate!”
“I’m sure it’s been a while,” Mo Ran smirks, “you must be very pent up, hm?” He lowers his hand to rub the back of Chu Wanning’s cunt.
A gasp rises from Chu Wanning’s throat. Taken aback by the noise, he bites his lip and shakes his head, dark brows furrowed. “M-Mo Ran! I’ll kill you!”
“What? I’m just being honest. You seem like you need a little relief. Why don’t you let me help you?”
“Disgusting, I’d never—oh!” He moans when Mo Ran’s thick finger slides between his plump pussy lips.
Chuckling, Mo Ran pushes his finger in deeper, trying to rub Chu Wanning’s hole. “Feels good? Seems like this hole of yours is craving cock.”
The tips of Chu Wanning’s ears flush red. “What a coarse mouth!”
Standing up, Mo Ran places his hands on Chu Wanning’s waist. “If I pleasure you…” he leans in and takes Chu Wanning’s earlobe between his lips. “Will you forget about what I did with Xia Sini?”
“I…!” The point of Chu Wanning’s throat bobs. “What do you take me for? A loose man who exchanges sex for favors? Tch!”
“You're wet,” Mo Ran replies.
Of course he is. He’s been attracted to Mo Ran for some time now, what with his handsome youthfulness, extreme good looks, and charming demeanor.
And, given the bulge in the front of Mo Ran's pants, Chu Wanning can tell he’s quite well-endowed. Maybe not as big as Xue Zhengyong, but Mo Ran has yet to fully grow up.
That thought makes a shameful heat rise up inside him.
Mo Ran speaks again after glancing at a photo of Chu Wanning holding who he can only assume is a baby Xia Sini, Xue Zhengyong standing beside him and smiling. “You seem like the type who likes men with big cocks. I can promise that you won't be disappointed.”
Chu Wanning only bites his lip and averts his gaze. Even the big and thick toys he likes to use don't quite do it for him; his pussy still much prefers the real thing.
And of course, a toy can't cum inside him. Even if it can reach those deliciously wanton spots deep inside Chu Wanning, even if it can kiss the tight muscle of his cervix just how he likes it, it can never fill his begging womb with warm and sticky seed the way a real cock can.
The thought of being pregnant again makes Chu Wanning shudder. Remembering how much he’d enjoyed it the first time only makes him want it to happen again. The way his belly slowly grew rounder with each passing day, the way his small yet perky breasts looked and how easily his nipples got hard, and most of all, how wet and horny his extra-tight cunt always seemed to be—Chu Wanning needed it to happen again.
Mo Ran’s fingers are still ceaselessly rubbing at his cunt through his pants, those large and calloused fingers of his surprisingly dexterous in how they stroked and caressed that hot area. “Mm…”
“You like that?”
Chu Wanning nods, slow and hesitant, his façade at last starting to crumble.
“I can show you something that feels much better.”
“Then shut up and show me already. Quit talking, it's giving me a headache.”
Mo Ran laughs. He fumbles to pull down his pants, that long and fat dick of his springing forth. It's flushed red and leaking precum, lined with pretty veins just beneath the soft tan skin. “What does Mr. Chu think?”
Even seeing it out of the corner of his eye almost makes Chu Wanning gasp. Mo Ran’s prick is both girthy enough to satisfy Chu Wanning's greedy hole and lengthy enough to penetrate him nice and deep, just how Chu Wanning likes it.
“P-Passable.”
“Politely requesting Mr. Chu to please sit on the couch,” Mo Ran says.
Chu Wanning shakes his head.
“What's wrong? You wanna do it standing up? Would you prefer I take you from behind?”
The blush on Chu Wanning's cheeks only deepens. “Call me Wanning.” His words are so quiet that Mo Ran wonders if he’d misheard.
“Huh?”
“Hmph! I-I refuse to repeat myself!”
“Wanning, sit on the couch.” Mo Ran’s voice is deep and husky. “Please.”
This time, Chu Wanning does as he’s told. He sits on the couch, a tiny wet spot only just visible on the plain gray crotch of his pajama pants.
Mo Ran goes over. “Wanning is already eager, hm?” He teases as he starts to pull down Chu Wanning's pants. Without even having to be asked, he even obediently lifts his ass and puts his legs together so Mo Ran can undress him properly.
“Good boy.” He reaches down to take off Chu Wanning's shirt, but the man grabs Mo Ran's wrist.
“Cold…”
“Alright, you can keep it on for now.”
Truth be told, Chu Wanning can't help but feel a bit insecure about his body post-pregnancy. Even though Chu Wanning was the one who’d initiated the divorce, he couldn't help but feel like Xue Zhengyong was happy to be rid of someone so disgusting. No matter how many kind words he’d said or how many times he’d worshipped Chu Wanning’s body when they fucked after Xia Sini’s birth, it was never enough.
“I…um…don't have any condoms or anything…” Mo Ran mutters. “Sorry.”
Chu Wanning shakes his head. “I’m on the pill.”
“Oh, alright. Spread your legs for me then, I’m going to put it in.”
A soft and quiet whimper falls from Chu Wanning's lips, but he does as he’s told, parting his pale thighs to reveal a lovely pink pussy, already leaking and glistening wet. His tdick peeks out from between the folds at the apex, eager for stimulation.
Mo Ran has to hold back a moan when he sees it. His cunt looks a lot like Xia Sini’s; plump and eager, perfect to fuck.
Holding his cock, Mo Ran inserts its thick tip into Chu Wanning's entrance, meeting no resistance.
Chu Wanning shifts his hips a little and groans. “Mnh…”
“Is it okay?”
“I’ve given birth before.”
Taking that as a ‘yes’, Mo Ran gives a single thrust of his hips. His dick sinks deeper into the warm wetness of Chu Wanning's cunt, drawing a moan out of Mo Ran.
The corners of Chu Wanning's lips twitch. “I’m not Xia Sini.”
“Huh?”
“Stupid…” Chu Wanning averts his gaze.
Does he want me to go harder? Deeper…?
Hesitantly, Mo Ran pushes himself in a little more, about halfway. When Chu Wanning's only response is a soft flutter of his lashes and a stifled moan, Mo Ran starts to fuck him a little harder. “How’s this?”
“It's fine.”
One of Mo Ran’s thrusts goes extra deep—an accident on his part. However, Chu Wanning parts his reddened lips and moans lewdly, his walls squeezing the big dick inside him. “Ah, ah…”
Oh.
Oh.
Mo Ran pauses, but only for a moment. In one motion, he pushes inside all the way up to the base of his shaft, fucking into Chu Wanning fast and rough.
Chu Wanning's body trembles like a leaf in the wind, his mouth forming into an ‘o’ shape.
Grinning, Mo Ran leans in. “So Wanning likes it deep and hard, hm?”
“Sh-shut up.”
Sweat drips down Mo Ran's forehead. He presses a kiss to Chu Wanning's soft lips, all the while pounding into him with unrestrained desire.
“Ngh! Mo Ran…”
“How is it?”
“It’s okay…” the words are punched out of Chu Wanning’s heaving chest.
“Oh? Wanning is even more lewd than I thought if this doesn't satisfy you.”
“I’m not—!” Chu Wanning’s words are cut off when Mo Ran’s calloused hand grabs his leg and lifts it up in one motion, Chu Wanning's calf coming to rest on Mo Ran’s broad shoulder. Like this, he’s even more exposed, letting Mo Ran enter somehow even deeper.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the living room as Mo Ran’s balls smack Chu Wanning’s cunt. Lewd squelching sounds are fucked out of his sloppy pussy when the head of Mo Ran’s cock kisses the tight ring of muscle that is Chu Wanning's cervix. A familiar, tingling pleasure mixed with pain shoots up inside him, ripping an absolutely shameless whine from his throat.
That sound makes Mo Ran pause, but only for a moment. A dark flame of lust flickers in his eyes as he repeats the same hard, deep motion inside Chu Wanning, fucking against his cervix. Desperate to hear more of Chu Wanning’s noises, he does it again—and again—and again, the tip of his prick pounding that tightly-closed cervix, desperate to squeeze inside the womb hidden beyond.
The hot and tight wet walls enveloping his dick from all sides only serves to spur Mo Ran on more. His mind now addled with lust, he almost rips Chu Wanning's shirt off, exposing his small breasts and soft belly covered in stretch marks.
“No, don't look! Don't look!” Chu Wanning tries to take his shirt back, but Mo Ran tosses it to the floor.
“Wanning…you're so sexy…”
Chu Wanning squeezes his eyes shut, moaning as Mo Ran’s fat cock fucks against his cervix, spreading it open centimeter by centimeter. “Ah…y-you're talking nonsense…”
“I’m not. Wanning’s body is so good-looking…” he dips his head again, this time taking one of Chu Wanning’s hard nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking the little bud that's been permanently puffy from having breastfed Xia Sini.
“N-No, don't…! Don't suck there!”
Chu Wanning’s tits jiggle as he’s fucked with vigor against the couch. The lascivious sounds of Mo Ran slurping at his nipple make Chu Wanning lightheaded.
“Too bad there's no milk yet.”
...yet?
Chu Wanning's cunt tightens up around the massive cock invading it. “What are you saying? I can't get pregnant…”
“You got tighter. That means you wish your tits were lactating. Don't worry, once the baby's done drinking, I’ll finish off the rest of the milk so you don't get sore. Maybe Xia Sini can help; you have two tits after all.”
“No!”
Unfortunately, that thought invades every inch of Chu Wanning's mind like a virus. He can see both Mo Ran and Xia Sini with their lips wrapped around either of his nipples, gleefully sucking the leftover milk from his swollen breasts. He can hear them slurping, feel their teeth graze his aching nipples every now and then…
Fuck.
“It's okay, I know Wanning is a slut. Tell me…” he nibbles the shell of Chu Wanning's ear, “did breastfeeding Xia Sini ever make your pussy wet? You can admit it to me, I won't tell.”
Before Chu Wanning can answer, yellow light suddenly spills down from the top of the staircase. There are a few slow, evenly-spaced-apart creaks.
Chu Wanning's heart jumps into his throat. First, he sees Xia Sini’s bare feet, then his legs, then his body, and finally, his face, wide-eyed and blushing, staring in awe and confusion at his father being fucked with his leg up on a strong shoulder—Mo Ran’s shoulder. He can hear the sounds of them copulating, even as Chu Wanning desperately tries to hold back.
“A-Ni…”
“That's what I said. Did you ever get wet when he sucked your nipples?”
“N-No, behind you, A-Ni…” Chu Wanning slurs. Not thinking Chu Wanning to be one for pranks, Mo Ran glances over his shoulder.
Xia Sini is standing on the stairs and watching, squeezing his thighs together.
Mo Ran smiles. “Didi. Why don't you come on down. Do you want to watch your younger sibling get conceived?”
“No! Mo Ran, this—! You can't!”
“You can rub your clit if you feel like it, too. That's perfectly okay.”
“A-Ni!” Chu Wanning swallows thickly. “G-Go back upstairs.”
Unfortunately, Xia Sini descends the last few stairs and enters the living room, standing a few feet away from the couch as he watches Mo Ran fuck his dad. Unable to resist, he slips a hand down his pants and starts to tease the hard bud of his clit, coating it in juices from his already-soaked cunt, just as Mo Ran had done to him earlier. Xia Sini lets out a few whimpers.
“Don't look! Xia Sini, don't watch! Stop—stop touching yourself!”
“Daddy and Ran-gege look so attractive. My cunt feels funny…”
“Who taught you—!” Chu Wanning glares at Mo Ran. Before he can chew the boy out, however, the head of Mo Ran’s dick penetrates Chu Wanning's cervix, spreading it open.
“So tight…!” Mo Ran groans.
Xia Sini watches as Chu Wanning orgasms, his body tensing up before releasing as a shuddering gasp and a keening moan, eyes rolling back from pure pleasure.
“Daddy orgasmed hard. Will I get to feel that one day?” Xia Sini asks.
“Of course. Once you're older, gege will show you. As for you…” Mo Ran turns back to Chu Wanning, who’s pathetically fucking himself on Mo Ran's cock.
“We aren't done yet. I still haven't cum, and your womb is practically begging to be filled.”
Chu Wanning whimpers as Mo Ran grabs his waist and starts to fuck into him again, hard and fast.
“I think it wants another baby inside.” Mo Ran says as he pounds Chu Wanning's womb. “Didi, do you want a little sibling?”
Xia Sini nods.
“Look, your son wants a sibling. Why don't you give him one?”
“Can’t…I’m…on birth control…”
“What’s that?” Xia Sini asks.
“It keeps you from getting pregnant no matter how many cocks cum in your cunt.”
“Does daddy have lots of cocks cumming in his cunt?”
Hearing something so crude from his son makes Chu Wanning's pussy tighten. It squeezes Mo Ran’s cock, pulling it in. “I…d-don't say that…”
“Your daddy is slutty, which means he loves sex. I don't know how many men he spreads his legs for.”
“N-None! Mo Ran! You…don't influence A-Ni like that!”
“I mean, you offered up your cunt to me after just a little coaxing, who knows what happens when I’m not around…”
“Why are you on birth control, daddy?” Xia Sini questions in between little moans, still shamelessly masturbating.
Chu Wanning's lips tremble. “I…”
“Mn, he’s right. Unless you're sleeping around—” Mo Ran thrusts extra hard into Chu Wanning's womb when he says that, making his cervix twitch. “You shouldn't need it.”
“It's…just in case.”
“Just in case what?”
Chu Wanning bites his lip. “I…don't know…”
“Is it because you’ve been planning this all along? You wanted me to fuck you, didn't you? Tsk, so perverted…you do know I’m in high school, right?”
Unfortunately for Chu Wanning, Mo Ran saying that only makes his desperate pussy suck his cock in even more. Mo Ran moans, sweat dripping down his neck. “Fuck, you're so sick…you got more aroused when I said that.”
Completely helpless, trapped under Mo Ran, all Chu Wanning can do is look away, his long lashes fluttering in embarrassment. “I…it's not like that…”
“How long?” Mo Ran asks.
Chu Wanning mumbles. “How long…?”
“How long have you wanted to fuck me?” With every word, Mo Ran thrusts so hard into Chu Wanning that the pictures on the wall rattle.
“For a bit…”
“How long? Say it, or I’ll spank you here.” Mo Ran brushes his fingers over Chu Wanning's neglected, swollen tdick. Chu Wanning whimpers.
“Since…since I first saw you…”
The hot dick stirring up Chu Wanning's insides twitches. “Shit…God, Wanning, you're so…mm. My only regret is not fucking you before now. Do you have anything else you want to confess?”
Chu Wanning bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m…not actually on birth control.” The couch creaks beneath him as his body rocks back and forth from the force of Mo Ran’s thrusts.
“Is Ran-gege going to get daddy pregnant?”
“Of course. I’m going to cum right in your daddy’s womb, which is where the baby grows. As I said earlier, your daddy is very slutty. He likes when I fuck his cervix, which is part of the inside of the vagina, which opens into the uterus, or womb. Most people find it painful, your daddy seems to love it.”
Xia Sini bites his lip, the hand down his pants moving faster. “Oh…” he only vaguely understands, but the thought of Mo Ran’s massive dick fucking into Chu Wanning’s delicate womb only makes him wetter.
Chu Wanning wants to retort, but Mo Ran starts talking before he can. “Wanning…” Mo Ran presses his forehead against a panting and sweaty Chu Wanning’s. His entire body twitches with every thrust inside him, deep brown phoenix eyes glazed over with lust.
“Tell me, whose dick feels better? Mine, or your ex-husband’s?” As Mo Ran speaks those words, he glances up at the pictures of Chu Wanning and Xue Zhengyong on the wall.
Chu Wanning’s eyes widen. “It…h-how dare you?!”
“Answer,” he says, drawing his free hand back and delivering a slap to Chu Wanning’s neglected tdick. Pain throbs through it, making Chu Wanning buck his hips and groan.
“I…”
“Who fucks you better? Hm?”
Trembling pink lips like a blooming haitang flower, Chu Wanning stammers out, “...y-you…”
“Fuck, I’m close…whose cock feels better?”
Chu Wanning shakes his head. “N-No…”
Mo Ran smacks Chu Wanning’s tdick again. “Tell me, or the next one will be on your face, understand?”
“So rough…”
“That's not an answer.”
A hard and deliciously painful smack lands on Chu Wanning's cheek. It pushes him right up to the edge, the intense heat of his orgasm threatening to swallow him whole. “Yours…”
“My what?”
“Mo Ran!”
Mo Ran slaps him in the face again, the hot pain making stars flash in Chu Wanning's vision.
“Stupid cockwhore. Say it.”
Wetness dribbles out from Chu Wanning's gaping hole. Being degraded like this was too much; he’d always secretly loved being called names.
“I…y-your…your…d-dick…”
Xia Sini whines as he orgasms, bucking his hips and humping his own tiny fingers. “Hah, hah…” hearing Chu Wanning saying how much he loved Mo Ran's prick was too much, he couldn't help but cum.
Chu Wanning hears his son orgasm and squeezes his eyes shut.
“Such a good cock-addicted slut.” Mo Ran breathes into Chu Wanning’s ear.
“F-Fuck…” Chu Wanning whimpers, the humiliation of it all pushing him past fever pitch. His orgasm crashes down over him, a shudder ripping through his body. A keening and shaky moan rises from his throat; he desperately fucks himself on Mo Ran’s dick, slurring his words: “wanna be pregnant…knock me up…put a baby in me…I want it, my pussy needs to be pregnant again…”
Gritting his teeth, Mo Ran gives a few final thrusts inside Chu Wanning's womb. “Fuck! I will, I’m…cumming inside…!” His balls twitch, hot and sticky ropes of cum spurting painting Chu Wanning’s womb. He squirms and gasps, filled up by both Mo Ran’s massive length and his warm cum.
“So full…! Ah!”
Caressing Chu Wanning’s womb with his calloused fingers, Mo Ran plants a line of kisses along his jawline. “Gonna have my baby,” he says softly.
His nude body sagging back against the couch, Chu Wanning closes his eyes. Without looking, he says to Xia Sini, “You didn't see anything. Go upstairs. Take a bath, finish your homework, and go to bed.”
Xia Sini doesn't have to be asked twice. He wordlessly goes upstairs; Chu Wanning hears the door to the bathroom close and the sound of water running. He sighs softly and looks at Mo Ran, who’s grinning from ear to ear.
“Wanning, aren't you happy?”
“Shut up. It’s already late; you should go home.”
Mo Ran frowns. “But I’m all sweaty. Don’t you want to take a shower with me?”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Chu Wanning presses his lips together. “Fine, as long as you don't try and fuck me again.”
“I won’t!”