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He is not a bad father, Jiang Fengmian tells himself. 

His son loves him deep down, this he knows for certain. It is only that their communication needs work, and that only started after Jiang Cheng hit puberty and his body began to…change.

And Jiang Fengmian loves his son, too. It is only that his kind of love was never the sort one would normally expect. He had no choice but to distance himself from his boy during the past few years, but it has been much harder to do so as of late.

It is not his fault that his son has recently taken on more and more alluring features, attracting his guilt-ridden gaze.

Who could blame Jiang Fengmian for needing to look away lest anyone notices his fixation? He has already come too close to losing control one too many times. When Jiang Cheng would call for his A-Diē, he would be forced to turn his back and walk away. Because the boy has always been such a pretty thing, starting with his dewy almond shaped eyes that would so easily brim with tears. His cheeks, still plump with baby fat, would often flush sweetly pink. His pouty lips, often coyly bitten to a bright red.

If he does not separate himself from the boy, how else would he be able to resist the urge to steal a taste?

Who could blame his need to memorize his son’s slim, curved figure when that sinfully thin waist and those toned thighs were displayed right before his eyes on a daily basis? Especially with the way Jiang Cheng’s ass fits in the criminally tight skinny jeans he has taken to wearing lately. If someone were to blame Jiang Fengmian of anything, they would have to be blind.

He is certainly not to blame. The way things have progressed between them is not his fault. As a father, Jiang Fengmian can only do his best. He is doing his best, honestly.

But he knows that he cannot leave this issue unaddressed forever. He tires of being accused of being a negligent father by women who don’t know any better. Both father and son rarely speak to each other in a meaningful way, he must admit—still, that does not mean he does not pay attention to his son.

He notes Jiang Cheng’s comings and goings. He notes who he spends time with and what sort of boys hang around. He definitely takes note of what clothes his son chooses to wear and how he displays his developing body. Even worse, Jiang Fengmian has no choice but to notice his son’s preferences for home wear, which is to wear thin layers that do nothing to distract from the plump outlines of his nipples. Sure, it was Jiang Fengmian who deemed that his son’s breasts were not filled enough yet to necessitate wearing bras, but he still has to wonder if his son is tempting him on purpose, walking around like that, leaving very little to his father’s shameful imagination.

Most importantly of all, he has never spotted any evidence of his son engaging in any scandalous activities; the glimpses he has seen of his slender chest and neck have shown Jiang Cheng’s skin to remain bare of any marks. As they should.

Yes, Jiang Fengmian notices. He has noticed quite a lot in recent years. But he has also noticed the tinge of reticence within his son’s eyes. So, he comes up with a plan of action lest his relationship with his son becomes irreparable.

“We’re going to have a great vacation together, A-Cheng,” Jiang Fengmian tells him before they leave their family home.

His lips petulantly pursed, Jiang Cheng appears nervous to spend the next few days alone with his father. And yet, after a moment of contemplation, he lifts his eyes and fixes his father with a quietly hopeful stare. “We’ve never gone anywhere before, just the two of us.”

Of course they hadn’t, Jiang Fengmian thinks. For him to have been able to wait this long is a testament to the kind of man he is.

With the image of his son’s smile still fresh in his mind and fingers lightly drumming upon the steering wheel, he drives them down the highway to the resort area of the next city over. He has made arrangements to deter outside interference, having had enough of that.

“Are we almost there?” Jiang Cheng asks when they pull down a one-way exit. He has been fidgeting in the passenger side seat the whole time, shifting his weight every now and then within the silence of their car. His slender fingers are wrapped around his phone, which is wedged between his thighs, his knees pressed close together.

Jiang Fengmian allows his gaze to linger before directing himself over the dashboard again. “Yes, we are,” he calmly announces. “Finally,” he almost voices aloud. Only heaven knows for how many years this opportunity has been coming.

Upon reaching their accommodations, his son perks up and picks his bed from the two by flopping onto the mattress for a languid full-bodied stretch. Naïve as he is, Jiang Cheng is completely oblivious to the image he creates, legs carelessly splayed apart as he releases a satisfied noise into the white sheets before deciding to roll onto his stomach, pale bare feet now swaying in the air like flags toying in the wind for Jiang Fengmian’s attention.

The bed Jiang Cheng chose is next to the wall; an unexpected choice when the second bed is illuminated by the sunny window, a picturesque view outside. However, Jiang Fengmian is satisfied with how the sky’s late afternoon lighting fills the room so that nothing can escape his watch, like the pale expanse of Jiang Cheng’s waist that becomes exposed from his tussling about.

His son composes himself when Jiang Fengmian places their luggage down with a thud. Sitting up, palms pressed into the white bedding, he earnestly offers, “I can help with unpacking, Diē.”

Jiang Fengmian shakes his head. He has committed himself to spoiling the boy during their vacation to make up for lost time. “I will take care of it.”

Jiang Cheng blinks up at him from where he is perched upon the bed, an enthralling sight for his father’s eyes. “It’s fine,” he tries to insist, “I can unpack my own things.”

While his son had convinced him on the need to pack their things in separate bags, they hardly needed much to sustain a few days away from home. It will not be a laborious task. “There’s no need. Go and take a shower first. It was a long drive to get here.”

Jiang Cheng begins to agree—until he seems to remember something, the slow flutter of his long lashes suddenly flaring wide. He dives towards his suitcase with a flustered gasp escaping his cherry lips. When Jiang Fengmian tries to ask what’s gotten into him, going so far to drop to his knees before him, his son rushes out in a muffled voice, “Just wait a sec’! I need to grab some, uh, toiletries before you—before I take a shower!”

Incredulous, Jiang Fengmian waves his hand and waits for his son to finish retrieving whatever he so urgently needs to rummage out. Jiang Cheng quickly stands to his feet again, hands tucked behind his back, but from his sudden movements he begins to list to one foot until Jiang Fengmian reflexively reaches out to catch him by the waist.

From how closely they stand, he hears a stilted gasp of surprise as Jiang Cheng raises his round eyes to meet his. Jiang Fengmian almost thinks nothing of the reaction—only to be caught by the subtle dash of pink blossoming over Jiang Cheng’s soft cheeks. A sight he has seen before, but never from this close. Enraptured, he watches as plump lips slowly part, revealing the wet inside of his small mouth just before Jiang Cheng audibly swallows.

“A-Diē?” he whispers, batting his eyes.

Jiang Fengmian’s hand briefly digs into Jiang Cheng’s waist from the rush of heat that flashes through him until he hastily releases him, dropping his hand away. His voice is thick when he forces out, “Go on,” with a tilt of his head towards the bathroom. He has to ignore the way his son continues to glance at him before shuffling away—a task so much harder than it used to be, ignoring his son.

“Don’t look through my things!” is the last he hears before the bathroom door is clicked shut.

Jiang Fengmian shakes his head at the flimsy request for privacy. The morsels of guilt weighing on his conscience do not stem from a lack of privacy. What privacy needs to exist between father and son, anyway? That is the revelation he has slowly been turning towards in recent times. It is this pervasive secrecy that has led to their division. He knows that only by taking matters into his own hands will their relationship turn around.

Continuing to rub his brow, Jiang Fengmian moves on to scoping out their spacious bedroom. The first thing he does is open the curtains of the generously sized window. Rather than admiring the natural scenery outside, he stands with the sun at his back while taking in the view of the room they will be making use of for the next few days.

It is from here that he notices that the wall connecting their sleeping area of the room and the bathroom also has a window, one that looks into the shower and bath. An almost opaque blind has been pulled down to obscure his view of the person behind it, but the bottom portion of it does not cover the last few inches, offering a peek inside. As Jiang Fengmian approaches his luggage to set out a couple of things, his stare remains fixed upon the glimpses of pale skin he catches through the misting glass. A pair of tantalizing legs glisten from the streams of water travelling down smooth skin, shifting every now and then before his eyes.

By the time he is done unpacking, distracted all the while, he is surprised that Jiang Cheng hasn’t returned yet when he is impatient to make use of his precious uninterrupted time with his impressionable son.

Just as he takes a seat at the foot of the bed, Jiang Fengmian’s thoughts abruptly taper off from the next sound he hears through the walls just a couple feet beside him. A loud clunk of something falling interrupts the steady downpour of the shower before he hears a muffled noise unmistakably coming from Jiang Cheng’s mouth—that goes straight to his groin.

Swearing under his breath, Jiang Fengmian settles further into his seat upon the bed and closes his eyes to steer away the perverse images filling his mind of his naked, sopping wet son. But it only makes it worse when he can acutely hear the tell-tale sounds of hands sliding repeatedly over wet skin.

His foolish boy of a son really thought that he could get away with masturbating right under his nose! Is the boy so desperate to not even wait longer than ten minutes of arriving to their hotel room before having to touch himself?

The only thing stopping Jiang Fengmian from entering the bathroom right this second to devour Jiang Cheng himself is the heavy knowledge that has hung over him for several years now: that it would be wrong of him to act on his lust for his own son, and that he should feel guiltier than he really does for wanting to.

But he is only a man. He cannot carry the burden of this sin forever.

Even if the love he feels for his son is wrong, it is better than him having no love for him at all.

When Jiang Fengmian opens his eyes, the shower has finally switched off, and before him stands the shocked still figure of his son. He catches the precise moment that the white towel clumsily wrapped around Jiang Cheng’s body falls to the floor, a ripple of white hardly capable of distracting him from admiring the naked flesh instantly revealed to him.

“A-Diē! Y-you surprised me!” Jiang Cheng stammers with wide eyes. “Why are you sitting here…?”

Although Jiang Fengmian lifts a brow in response, he refuses to break from his task of slowly eyeing Jiang Cheng’s practically naked body, bewitched by the sight he creates in only a pair of white panties that clings to his damp skin. It is nearly see-through and reveals how his son keeps his cunt hair-free. Never would he have imagined that his adolescent son would wear lacy whites, undeniably tantalizing in contrast with the flush of pink to his shower-warm complexion.

He savours this newfound knowledge along with an image involuntarily conjured of his pubescent son shaving himself, legs spread and fingers holding his sensitive flesh taut until he is completely bare for his father to admire his silken soft pink folds. His hands grip over his thighs, knuckles bone-white, already imagining the smooth glide of his thumbs spreading dewy lips apart.

His answer comes much too delayed, only voiced when his son calls him again in question. He clears his dry throat. “I was waiting here to take a shower. Why else?”

He means to appear as impassive as usual but is unable to hold back his frown when his son hastily bends down to clutch his towel to his middle, obscuring his view of his tempting waist. What a tease his child is. He directs his attention instead to the deep flush to Jiang Cheng’s cheeks that gradually spreads the longer he stares, down the slender curve of his neck and reaching the delicately shallow valley between his pale collarbones that begs to be marked red.

From there, it is a given that Jiang Fengmian admires how Jiang Cheng’s deep pink nipples have already pebbled from the colder air of their room. The supple swells of his small breasts must be so easy to encompass and massage in his hands, he thinks, wondering how his son might react to having those perky little nubs pinched.

“But that’s my bed,” he hears Jiang Cheng’s feeble protest, sounding so much like his age for once.

While he is inclined to ignore those words, Jiang Fengmian finally peels his stare away from the delectable sight before him to meet his son’s stunned gaze. Like this, Jiang Cheng reminds him of a pure white bunny that has been interrupted from a careless frolic in long blades of green grass, large pale blue eyes shining and begging a predator to not devour him whole, to keep his innocence intact.

Ever since he was young, Jiang Cheng would always put his father through such conflicting binds of comparing his desires against what he knows to be the right decision to make. This is yet another one of such binds that Jiang Fengmian must mull through, now while peering directly into his son’s eyes.

Jiang Cheng has not attempted to run away at all, unlike how he usually does. Instead of averting his gaze from his father, his eyes shake and waver towards the thickness of Jiang Fengmian’s thighs, lingering there for a couple of seconds before darting back up again. Watching intently as his father loosens his necktie and frees the top button of his collared shirt with a yank. Staring at his lips as if waiting for him to speak.

“We can share,” Jiang Fengmian finally suggests, having nearly forgotten the topic at hand. His son wordlessly nods, as distracted as him.

It is when Jiang Cheng’s earnest stare drops to eye Jiang Fengmian’s lap for the third time that he finally catches it—that those innocent eyes have gone hooded and blown with unmistakable interest—prompting the man to make his decision, allowing him to relax into a more comfortable position upon the bed.

Because what reason would have his son walking around their shared hotel room, naked as can be, if not to lead to this?

Jiang Cheng is noticeably drawn, observing his father as he allows his legs to spread invitingly wide underneath his transfixed stare. He unconsciously licks his cherub lips, as if terribly tempted to take a seat for himself there. As a child, he had often begged to be held closely by his father.

It is only second nature to want such things after all.

Still, what he does next surprises Jiang Fengmian. He inhales sharply when Jiang Cheng tentatively steps between the spread of his knees to reach behind his father for the phone he had left on the bed earlier. He leans over his shoulder, so closely that the dewy skin of his chest nearly caresses the side of Jiang Fengmian’s face. And, before he knows it, the flimsy bath towel drops from Jiang Cheng’s waist for the second time to reveal the naked expanse of his still-flushed body, right before his father’s eyes.

Jiang Fengmian’s voice is tight. “You’re doing this on purpose,” he grits out.

“What?”

Not hearing a denial, it is pure instinct that drives Jiang Fengmian’s hands to settle over Jiang Cheng’s waist, kneading into the warmth of his back. The lingering heat from his lengthy shower spreads through Jiang Fengmian’s cool fingers, making him feel infinitely hotter. He is not disappointed when his thumbs touch together, his son’s waist so easy to encompass.

Instead of pulling away from his touch, Jiang Cheng melts within his hold, a quiet complaint of confused surprise slipping past his lips. His task of retrieving his phone has become instantly forgotten—perhaps a ruse to come closer from the very beginning. His hands fall to tentatively rest upon his father’s shoulders, searching his eyes with unspoken need.

Jiang Fengmian finds it only right to tilt his head up to face his son. He cannot remember the last time they have ever been so close, mere inches away from another, breathing the same air. He can almost feel every rapid shallow breath his son takes.

In a hushed exhale, Jiang Cheng carefully asks, “A-Diē… What are we doing?”

Jiang Fengmian allows a rare smile. Jiang Cheng’s eyes flare a minute wider. He leans in.

“What I’ve always wanted to do,” Jiang Fengmian honestly admits for the first time.

He surges in at the same time that he pulls Jiang Cheng in, allowing himself the permission to steal him into a kiss. There is a surprised puff of air against his cheek that dissipates while he sucks upon the plump petal pink of the young teen’s bottom lip, coaxing until he parts his mouth further.

With the first swipe of tongue, Jiang Cheng releases a soft noise and presses in, earnest in his attempts to mimic his father’s experienced movements. Even with how sloppy his kisses are, shy little flicks of his tongue to meet his, Jiang Fengmian could not be more pleased by his son’s response, rare as it is. “Open your mouth,” he languidly instructs.

Jiang Cheng immediately complies, and his smaller mouth is overtaken by the thrust and stroke of his father’s tongue. A wet noise emerges from between their lips, prompting Jiang Fengmian to swallow it down like a starved man, and he truly is one. He has been holding himself back for so long, a torturous feat.

The longer he drinks in his son, the more Jiang Cheng begins to sway from where he stands on bare feet between his father’s legs. He is so absorbed by their open-mouthed kiss, eagerly following his father’s ministrations and mimicking the languid strokes of his tongue. With how he clings to his father, earnestly hugging him like he has been waiting for this just as long, his weight leans increasingly against him, and it makes it only natural for Jiang Fengmian to slot him even closer.

His knee becomes wedged between Jiang Cheng’s to offer him a seat, should he want it. Which he does, rushing into the open space like he has been waiting to do so for his entire young life. Never breaking contact from their kiss, Jiang Cheng is quick to adjust his hold to cuddle closer to the solid surface that his father’s chest provides, clearly enjoying the firm hold surrounding his petite form.

Still, he hesitates for a second and when his father allows him a breath he tries to ask, “Is this—?”

“Yes.”

Jiang Fengmian does not grant him another chance to question their entanglement any further. He drops his hands to cup the plump swells of Jiang Cheng’s tight, perky ass that he has long admired with insatiable hunger. Once filling out whatever outfit the young boy chose for the day, his ass now presses warmth into the claim of his father’s palms, delivering him a heady rush.

Jiang Cheng moans from being groped so openly, his noises muffled but unmistakably excited. He only becomes louder when Jiang Fengmian entertains himself with digging his fingers into pliant flesh, imagining the red marks that will be left behind from his touch by the time he is finished with him. He squeezes the boy’s ass, hard—hard enough to elicit a whine of protest that echoes in his mind, urging him to slide his hands closer to his clothed cleft to knead those supple cheeks apart, repeating his ministrations until Jiang Cheng’s hips unconsciously move with him.

He is earnestly lapping at his father’s mouth, clearly trying to learn how to please him, like always, when he exceeds Jiang Fengmian’s imagination by restlessly wriggling his hips and crying out in surprise as he does. A lewd keen spills out in response to the intense drag of friction that comes from pushing the fat mounds of his pussy lips against the hard bulge of his father’s cock, and his hips reflexively jerk to recreate that exhilarating spark of pleasure. The added drag from the cloth of his trousers rubbing into the petal thin layer of his panties ignites a mind-numbingly addictive heat from the shameless way Jiang Cheng continues to rut against him, unable to stop, whining against the corner of his jaw.

Jiang Fengmian cannot resist groaning at the sight of his son gyrating his hips over the erect outline of his cock. He settles his thumbs within the smooth dimples of Jiang Cheng’s pelvis, feeling the desperate flex of his muscles working to hump his pussy against his father’s cock. His abdomen is tight, his soft pale thighs straddling his lap and working to keep himself upright—those years of funding extracurriculars finally paying off.

Jiang Cheng’s waist has always been a magnet for his attention, but when Jiang Fengmian fixes his eyes to his son’s navel all he can think about is whether he will see the outline of his cock against the smooth softness of his skin when he fits himself inside. Addled by the sensation of Jiang Cheng’s pussy grinding against his cock, he can think of nothing else.

How eager would his son be to have his cock inside him instead? No longer can Jiang Fengmian content himself with the shame of stealing glances and the lingering dissatisfaction of unfulfilled late-night fantasies. After this, he will never settle for gruelling hours at work with nothing to show for.

From now on, he will seize his rightful bounty with his own two hands.

“It’s so big,” Jiang Cheng breathlessly moans into his ear, breaking their kissing to pant for air. His youthful face is completely clouded with lust, his swollen red lips glistening. When he leans back to look at his father, always gauging his responses for approval, a delicate string of saliva clings to their lips, connecting them.

“Do you want it?” Jiang Fengmian cannot help but taunt. He impulsively pushes his hips up to grind against his son’s bubble butt.

Jiang Cheng melts around his moan, his eyes going heavy lidded. “Mmh...! It feels good, A-Diē,” he keens in agreement, all while continuing to ride him like he was born to.

“Yes… for me, too,” Jiang Fengmian must admit. It is far too late for him to continue denying everything. And his sense of guilt has practically evapourated into thin air. It only itches at his scalp when his son peers at him, bottom lip caught between his teeth, wearing the same expression he has sent his father so many times before. Bemused, he comments, “You’re so eager for this.”

His son shyly murmurs, “A-Cheng really wants Diēdie to feel good...”

How could Jiang Fengmian resist such an adoring, eager to please Jiang Cheng seated upon his lap? Giving his ass an approving squeeze, he suggests, “Why don’t you take off our clothes, then? It will feel even better that way.”

Nodding, always so obedient, Jiang Cheng wiggles back until he is balanced upon unsteady feet, still positioned between his father’s knees. Jiang Fengmian glances down, satisfied by the wet patch left on his pant leg. His eyes naturally draw towards the matching darkened fabric of Jiang Cheng’s white panties, watching as the boy shyly slips them down his hips to fall at his ankles, blushing as he steps out of them.

Before Jiang Fengmian can take a good look at what has been so willingly revealed to him, the boy sinks to the ground, settled upon his knees with his hands braced upon his father’s thighs. When Jiang Cheng peeks up at him, Jiang Fengmian cannot imagine what expression he must be wearing for his son to react with a visible shiver down his arched spine before he bows to hide his flush, fingers tentatively moving towards his father’s crotch. He fumbles with the metal zipper upon hearing his father’s low hiss but continues when a heavy hand cradles the back of his head.

“Go on,” he prompts in a deep voice. “Take out my cock.”

Jiang Cheng’s excited breath is audible when he manages to carefully tug it out with his father’s encouragement in his ears. His eyes grow round at the size of the girthy length presented to him, dwarfing the size of his palms. He holds his father’s cock with both hands, squeezing tentatively to the approving hum sounding above him.

Then, without prompting, Jiang Cheng dips down to press his pouty lips to the crown of Jiang Fengmian’s cockhead, parting his mouth to suck on the tip like he would with candy, rolling his pink, wet tongue until a sticky shine remains. They both sigh, satisfied by the effect, Jiang Cheng’s fast puffs of air shooting bolts of electricity through his father’s groin.

Jiang Fengmian is undeniably pleased by the sight of his son lapping at him like a kitten, rubbing all over him with his swollen lips. He does have to feel guilty about the way his son has to open up lewdly wide in his efforts to fit him inside the warm, tight cavern of his mouth, but that tinge of guilt is negligible. The second the blunt end of his cock reaches the roof of Jiang Cheng’s mouth, the boy’s slim frame shakes with weak coughs—yet Jiang Fengmian cannot find it within himself to let up on the steady pressure he applies to hold him in place. No, the only direction Jiang Cheng can move is down, down the length of his father’s fat cock until the hard edge of his teeth nearly clip him.

When he is met with the reality that he physically cannot fit more without hurting him, Jiang Fengmian clenches his fingers into Jiang Cheng’s hair to tug him back half an inch. “Suck,” he orders, to which his son immediately complies with loud, wet slurps from between his stretched thin lips.

Jiang Fengmian yanks a couple of times to find the perfect angle that presents the wonderous sight of Jiang Cheng working upon his cock. He memorizes it. He isn’t particularly good at sucking cock just yet, but witnessing how Jiang Cheng’s tears brim his shining eyes does absolutely sinful things to Jiang Fengmian’s mind and body.

His cock twitches acutely from the delicious sight alone, and soon those tears are spilling down Jiang Cheng’s round pink cheeks when he has to squeeze his eyes shut to resist the urge to gag—how could he disappoint his A-Diē? The sunlight is captured within the twin lines of glistening tears down his face, drawing Jiang Fengmian’s attention to the obscene bulge of one of his son’s cheeks from taking his father’s cock as best as he possibly can.

He starts to think of all the other ways he can reduce his pretty little son to tears, weeping because of him.

His hips buck at the tantalizing thought, and he groans from the shock of pleasure of rutting into the soft, pliant insides of his son’s hot, eager mouth. “Fuck. How long have you been so hungry for cock?”

Jiang Cheng attempts to respond, rapidly blinking his watery eyes and producing a gurgling noise from between his occupied lips. Jiang Fengmian’s does not bother to let up on his grip. With the wet sounds of their act loud in his ears, Jiang Fengmian continues the repeated grind of the end of his cock over the plush surface of Jiang Cheng’s tongue, abusing his slutty mouth and enjoying the way everything seems to rise up to meet him and constrict tightly around him. He only stops when he notices the nails scraping over his legs and how red his son’s face has become—choked from his own father’s cock.

Merciful as he is, he decides to pull Jiang Cheng off of him and begins to smile at his work. “It will get better with more practice,” he encourages his son, who coughs weakly and nods in agreement.

While he allows his son a break to compose himself, Jiang Fengmian lifts his hips to rid himself of his pants. Much to his amusement, Jiang Cheng is quick to swallow and wipe at his lips before he joins in to help, even pushing the rest of his father’s shirt off his broad shoulders. He truly did not think it would be this easy to get to this point: his son doe-eyed and so eager to be fucked.

Jiang Fengmian suddenly feels impatient, hauling the young boy onto the bed and flattening him onto his back without further fanfare. Yes, this is what he has been envisioning for so long. His pretty son pinned down upon a sea of white to highlight the delicious flush of his knees, the rosy swells of his small but supple breasts, and the pink heat of his swollen cunt.

In the past, Jiang Fengmian had always forcefully told himself not to act upon such urges, but now that Jiang Cheng is so unquestionably willing for him, how wrong could it really be?

“Spread your legs,” he orders. “Good.” The praise carelessly slips out of him, his attention fully devoted to the pucker of Jiang Cheng’s wet lips before his pussy spreads softly apart to reveal the slight gape of his tight entrance, already slicked up, signaling his readiness for cock. Jiang Fengmian’s thumb is already there, pressing into the small nub of Jiang Cheng’s clit, and he licks his lips at the way his son immediately whines and earnestly bucks against his touch, rising to catch against the rough texture of his fingerprint.

Entranced as he is, admiring how the size of his palm easily engulfs the boy’s cunt, Jiang Fengmian finds himself rubbing into the wet furl of his son’s asshole. The length of his index finger sinks in much too easily. Already Jiang Cheng’s tight insides are slippery and accepting of the way he thrusts inside. The surprised but pleasured noises that leave his son’s slutty mouth tell him how much this has been anticipated for him, too.

“Oh! A-Diē, inside, mmh!” he moans incoherently. “Feels good—”

Jiang Cheng eagerly cants his hips in time with the thrust of his father’s finger, hardly faltering from being entered. “This is how you play by yourself, isn’t it, A-Cheng,” Jiang Fengmian states, his thoughts racing deliriously. The earlier commotion in the shower has not left him. He smiles further, alternating between watching how readily his son accepts the thrusts into his ass and the flustered, wide eyed look Jiang Cheng is sending him.

“W-what? I don’t—”

“You do,” Jiang Fengmian interrupts. He thinks of all the times he had stood outside his son’s bedroom door, listening until he was yanked away by the heavy hand of moral responsibility. He shakes his head. “A-Cheng, did you really think that I wouldn’t hear you? You know how wrong it is of you to hide things from your A-Diē.”

“I—ah, I don’t... A-Diē, um, I’m s-sorry,” he stammers around the choked noises inevitably bubbling up his throat with each thrust that lightly rocks his body across the mattress. However, when Jiang Fengmian adds force to the rapid flick of his wrist, Jiang Cheng only moans louder, frantically begging for his forgiveness. “It just—it feels so good—!”

“We have to be more honest with each other from now on,” Jiang Fengmian patiently intones while crooking his finger to drag along silken hot walls. “No more secrets.”

“Ah, I will…!”

Despite how much he always craved his father’s affection, learning from the lessons Jiang Fengmian strove to teach him never came quickly. This time, however, his father is more than willing to guide him through every step of the way. Jiang Fengmian promises, “When you’re hungry for sex, A-Diē will play with you from now on.”

That snatches his boy’s attention, having never heard those words before. “Really?” he gasps, rapidly blinking his eyes in wonder.

Jiang Fengmian finds it so easy to smile, hovering over his naked baby boy. He nods. “You come to me, and only me. Does A-Cheng understand?”

“Y-yes. I will! Yes,” Jiang Cheng rushes out, restlessly squirming around. He draws his knees up, toes digging into the mattress for traction as he eagerly impales himself further. “Yes, A-Diē, mmh!”

Jiang Fengmian allows his son to bask in his promise for a moment longer before he gives in to the need of finding out how much more he can fit inside Jiang Cheng’s lithe body. He begins to work a second finger inside the boy, but Jiang Cheng recoils, tossing his head. Jiang Fengmian questions, “Don’t you want more?”

“N-no,” Jiang Cheng whines. His tears well over again, his brow pinched tight. “I c-can’t. Not there, A-Diē.”

Jiang Fengmian cannot help but ask, “If not in here, where?”

The boy’s hand slips down the length of his torso to reach between his legs. “Want yours here, Diēdie,” Jiang Cheng innocently simpers, using his doe eyes on his father. “A-Diē will play with me… Won’t you?”

Sucking in a harsh breath, Jiang Fengmian is forced to withdraw his touch. Jiang Cheng whimpers from the loss, a touch of shame finally entering the whine of his voice. “A-Cheng, is that how you touch yourself?” he asks in a strained voice. “By rubbing your clit while fucking your little hole?”

Jiang Cheng looks so lost without his father’s hands on him. “I…Only sometimes, A-Die,” he tries. “That’s how they did it on the videos on my phone…”

Suppressing a groan, Jiang Fengmian reaches down, unable to ignore the unbearable throb of his aching cock. His son tracks his movements with wide eyes, swallowing thickly and unknowingly wiggling his hips when his father begins to stroke himself. Jiang Fengmian so desperately needs the relief of his fist closed tight around his bulging girth.

“You watched those dirty things while playing with your tight little ass, didn’t you,” he rushes out between panting breaths.

Jiang Cheng wets his lips. Underneath his father’s intent stare, he shyly admits, “I… I did. But only sometimes, Diēdie… Really.”

He nods in encouragement. “With your fingers or with toys?”

“Only my fingers,” the boy sheepishly whispers.

But Jiang Fengmian knows that he is lying. A young thing like his son would never be satisfied without something more. He lets it go because he has more important things in mind with so much more time to get what he wants from his son.

“You’ll have to show me if you want your pussy played with,” he commands, continuing to jerk himself. He is preoccupied by the needy sounds Jiang Cheng unconsciously makes from watching him.

“S-show you? But—”

“Are you going to be honest with your A-Diē from now on or not?” Jiang Fengmian sternly interrupts.

Fuck, the way Jiang Cheng’s pink holes clench in surprise from the tone of his voice nearly sends him over the edge. He has to let go of his cock before he spills all over the boy—not yet, he tells himself.

Not until he has Jiang Cheng utterly wrecked from taking his cock over and over again.

His son continues to whine, but he obeys, the coy thing. Before he can reach between his legs to rub between them, however, Jiang Fengmian changes his mind and is quick to seize the boy by the knees, trapping them together in his hands and pushing them towards Jiang Cheng’s chest.

Like this, Jiang Fengmian has a complete view of his son’s deliciously dripping cunt, presented to him like a prize for all of his efforts. The pink petals of Jiang Cheng’s virgin pussy are delicately soft beneath his touch. Surrounded by the pale pillows of the undersides of his thighs, the plump juicy mound of flesh draws his complete attention.

His baby boy is practically begging to be devoured.

He drinks in the startled squeak his boy lets out when he slaps his cock against the plump pussy offered to him. “Ooh! A-Diē!” Jiang Cheng cries out, before his pitched high voice melts into a syrupy mewl when his father drags the blunt head of his cock along his soft folds. “A-Diē, A-Diē,” he deliriously moans. “Mmh, good...!”

He slides so easily between his son’s lips, pushing along a copious amount of hot slick. “Is this what you wanted, hm?” he grunts, and when his son does not respond immediately, Jiang Fengmian brings him out of his pleasured haze by tapping his cock against the boy’s sensitive clit again.

Jiang Cheng chokes out a sob, his hips jumping towards the touch. “Yes, yes,” he moans, “Please!”

The tight rosebud of his clit practically blooms before his eyes, swelling with each slap the pink flesh willingly absorbs. “Yeah,” he agrees with a smile, “What a cock slut you are, begging for your father’s cock like this.”

His son does not deny it at all, whimpering and desperately rolling his pelvis to catch the rapid thrust of his cock. The size of Jiang Fengmian’s manhood imposing on the tight clasp of Jiang Cheng’s pussy is utterly obscene. With each push, he forces those plump lips apart, opening to guide the meaty head of him towards the nub of the boy’s engorged clit. The repeated contact causes his son to writhe every time, hiccupping around the spikes of hot pleasure and sensation shooting up his arched spine.

Sensitive as he is, it does not take long before Jiang Cheng is moaning and jerking beneath him, insistently begging for more, a call that Jiang Fengmian will never ignore again. No, he would not stop the drag of the tip of his cock against Jiang Cheng’s wet slit for anything.

Hooking the boy’s legs over his shoulder to free his hands, he holds him into place and allows his weight to drop down, landing his thrusts against the welcoming bed of cunt. The primal sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fills the sweaty air until Jiang Cheng’s voice rises to a crescendo as he bears down so intensely that Jiang Fengmian can feel the boy attempting to draw him inside.

“I’m cumming, A-Diē!” he whines between his moans, so needy, recklessly rocking his hips as much as he can to prolong the delicious friction to his throbbing clit. “Diēdie,” he whines, shaking through his orgasm until his body goes limp, sated, though his engorged clit continues to pulsate.

Jiang Fengmian’s need for his own release is indescribable. He is more than delighted by how Jiang Cheng reacts when he allows his cock to catch against the swollen opening of his cunt. He has become completely pliant, tempting the primal nature of a man to bury his seed deep into a womb.

He shoves inside on pure impulse, his cockhead greeted and squeezed wonderfully tight by Jiang Cheng’s wet channel. The boy loudly cries out from having his cunt forced apart, too shocked to do anything else.

“A-Diē—! Nnh, I haven’t—! Ah!”

He whimpers confusedly from so easily taking in his father’s cock, but Jiang Fengmian continues to hold him in place so he can stretch him for his own taking. Groaning, he enjoys the tight vice offered to him, the silky walls of heat swallowing the tip of his cock with frantic sucks.

“…haven’t had anything inside there before—!”

Oh, he is more than happy to take Jiang Cheng’s virginity. The boy is hardly chaste as is. Clearly.

Winded by the pressure around his cock, Jiang Fengmian mutters hoarsely, “Your A-Diē will show you how. Alright?”

Without waiting for his son’s response, Jiang Fengmian reaches for the lube he had placed in the bedside table between both beds—only for the possibility that things progressed this way, of course. He pops out of the sweet clutches of his son’s pussy to coat his straining length with a generous amount in firm strokes, aware of how Jiang Cheng watches him.

Faced by his father like this, it does not take much longer for the boy to nod his head.

“How much do you want it?” Jiang Fengmian asks.

Jiang Cheng trembles. “M-more than anything, A-Diē.” He attempts to lift his hips towards his father’s heavy cock, but the position he has been placed into limits his movements greatly, his legs pressed together in the air. His entrance is generously coated with his father’s pre-cum, fluttering and clenching emptily from already being teased apart. Jiang Cheng softly whines, “A-Diē, I want it, please…”

“Good boy,” Jiang Fengmian says, undeniably pleased. Jiang Cheng shines from it. “That’s how honest you always have to be with me.”

“Yes—mmph!”

Jiang Cheng’s voice is choked off when Jiang Fengmian pulls him down onto the thick column of his cock, sinking into him with one long thrust to stay there, entirely engulfed by his son’s incredibly tight cunt for long, blissful seconds. He leisurely grinds their hips together to fully appreciate the molten heat massaging his length before forcing himself to pull out to the tip, allowing Jiang Cheng’s voice to return, a low, trailing cry.

Only to slam back into him, forcing the boy to take him to the root. Jiang Fengmian bends him in half, pounding into his perfect cock-sleeve of a cunt as he releases a low, animalistic growl. He feels like he could burst at any second, it’s that good, the luxury of fucking into a virgin-tight cunt with the freedom to set the pace he so chooses.

His boy is utterly helpless to do anything but moan away and take everything that is given to him—with every thrust, his cock keeps fitting deeper inside. Jiang Cheng desperately cries for his father’s mercy in mangled bursts, his voice choked from being ravaged without pause. “Ah, A-Diē! It’s too—too much! Uh, please…! Please!”

Now that he’s started, there is no way for Jiang Fengmian to stop. He cannot believe he hadn’t pounded into this pussy sooner when he’s always had the right to. Within seconds, he is instantly addicted to the act of breaching his son over and over again.

He does not bother to muffle his son’s frantic wails. Jiang Fengmian has already booked the next room over and informed the hotel staff prior that they would not require any room service during their stay unless explicitly requested. He will not have anyone interrupting his long-awaited vacation with his precious son. No one will try to steal him away from him again—he will make sure of it.

He also ignores the way his son claws at his arms. He only takes hold of Jiang Cheng’s wrist to guide the boy towards his clit. “Play with yourself. Show your A-Diē everything,” he orders roughly, already panting.

Despite the incoherent sounds of protest Jiang Cheng makes, he still obeys his father. He always does. His fingers work frantically over the apex of his cunt, as if it might bring him relief from this overwhelm, his nails scraping over the swollen flesh of his engorged clit until his release slams through him as he lets out a broken scream.

Ah. Jiang Fengmian did not think that he would get his son to squirt so soon. Clear spurts jetting around the relentless pounding of his cock, a sticky wetness is forced out of the boy’s deliciously spasming cunt. The hot, slippery mess ultimately aides him in fucking Jiang Cheng through his first true orgasm, a once in a lifetime blessing that his boy shakes and moans through.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Jiang Fengmian swears. The primal need to unload his seed nearly seizes him when the intense aftershocks of his son’s oversensitive pussy sucks him in. The man is forced to pull out, made grip the base of his cock to hold off his premature end when he is nowhere near done—but that only lasts several seconds of watching the wide, swollen gape of his baby boy’s pussy twitching around nothing.

There is no decision to be made.

He guides his aching erection to tease the abused red flesh before sinking inside again. Jiang Cheng languidly mewls from being stuffed full and heavy, his entire body drawing wonderfully tight for his father, weak dribbles of slick continuing to spill from him. No longer does he resist how readily his body accepts his father’s entry. Save for the litany of punched out noises his throat produces in time with his father’s thrusts, the boy goes completely slack and quiet after his orgasm.

Jiang Fengmian delights in the way the impact of his thrusts rocks his son’s petite breasts in the air, imagining how they would sway and heavily slap when they develop further. “My sexy little son plays with his breasts, too, doesn’t he,” Jiang Fengmian grunts, eyes fixed upon the stiff swells of those perky nipples.

“Mmh…!”

He prompts the boy to spread his legs obscenely wide to fit his larger frame between them. It allows Jiang Fengmian a much better view. On top of being a natural submissive, his son has always been so wonderfully flexible. He slides his hands up to enclose around the boy’s chest, squeezing until his thumbs reach those pink nipples to knead into, pinching them to full mast while Jiang Cheng breathlessly sighs along.

The man’s lewd imagination becomes consumed by how Jiang Cheng’s breasts will continue to swell overtime until they are ripe enough to suck and milk between the ravishing suck of his lips. If Jiang Fengmian could stop the urgent piston of his own hips, he would swoop down to steal the first taste of those breasts himself.

No, he will. After he is done pumping his son’s virgin pussy full of his own hot white milk, he will. Just thinking about it makes him salivate and rut into the boy’s cunt. His son will love it just as much. “Such a little minx,” he mutters aloud, thoughtlessly bringing his hand down upon the boy’s ass, fingers sinking deeply to mark.

Jiang Cheng moans from the slap of flesh before his voice pitches even higher in surprise from how his body reflexively bears down on the fat cock thrusting inside him. The harsh growl his father releases is involuntary. He is much too focused on adding vigour to the snaps of his hips, his insatiable greed jumping to latch onto the tears welling in his son’s eyes.

He wants to drive the boy into heaving sobs again, craving the collapse of his son’s pussy drawing impossibly tight each time he sucks in a tearful breath. Already he knows what will do the trick.

With the muffled sounds of son’s pleasure continuing to play in his ears, Jiang Fengmian’s hungry stare darts down to Jiang Cheng’s virginal cunt: split wide by his cock, puffy and red from being rammed into. Watching his cock disappear inside Jiang Cheng’s sinfully tight cunt with satisfaction, loving the jolts of heat from the way his son erratically clamps down on his length, Jiang Fengmian notes that he hasn’t been fully penetrating him by a couple of inches.

And when he corrects this injustice, he must be fucking against the boy’s tight cervix, he is so deep. Lodged deep enough for the shape of his cock to bulge Jiang Cheng’s taut belly.

His son weeps into his ear again, his uncontrollable sobs shaking his entire body as it draws impossibly tight from the intrusion. But instead of pushing away, the molten heat of his cunt sucks Jiang Fengmian’s cock even deeper towards his womb, edging the man ever closer to his first completion inside his son. Just like this, it is more than tempting, and he nearly gives in.

“Isn’t it good that we’ve become so much closer now?” he thoughtlessly comments, utterly obsessed. He hungrily drinks in the sight of the boy’s stomach, rounded out by the shape of his own cock pushing impossibly deep. “Fuck, you take cock so well. Perfect.”

He could watch the visible ripple of his son’s stomach distending from his languid thrusts all day. In fact, he should keep his boy stretched full of cock all the time. He knows that his cock slut of a son would love it, that his boy would obey his every command.

“Diēdie,” Jiang Cheng weakly sobs, clearly overwhelmed by his praise. Shiny tears run down his flushed cheeks. “P-please…”

“Hm?”

His son reaches his arms towards him. “C-closer, A-Diē…”

Closer? Jiang Fengmian flicks his eyes away from the bulge of his cock under his son’s skin for a second. He pushes harder, attempting to drive even deeper, but he is unable to pierce through the firm gate the end of his cock knocks against.

“Aah! A-Diē! N-no, no more. I can’t take anymore,” he frantically babbles.

“Selfish boy,” Jiang Fengmian tuts. “You need to make A-Diē feel good, too.”

“But I...Y-yes, but—ah! Please! Please...”

It has always been impossible to decipher what his son tries to say. “What is it? You want something?” he asks.

“A-Cheng wants a hug, please,” his son pitifully sobs, his brow pinched with emotion. His flushed pink cheeks glisten wetly, as do the corners of his lips. “Please, A-Diē,” he begs with a whine, restlessly squirming around.

A hug, Jiang Fengmian considers. How many times has he heard that before? Though, bouncing his boy on his lap, having him ride his cock like a paid whore, it certainly entices him. But during his first time? “I don’t think you can handle it,” he honestly remarks.

His son urgently clutches at him and shakes his head. “I can, I promise… A-Cheng can, please…”

Well, he did decide to spoil him. And the sight of his son crying for him always does things to him. Jiang Fengmian scoops the boy up into his arms. The whining in his ears instantly morphs into frantic cries once he drops his son onto his cock, balanced upon his lap.

“Aah! A-Diē—Deep! Too deep!”

“Yeah,” Jiang Fengmian harshly grunts. This feels even better than he ever imagined. He pants from the rush of it, the weight and heat surrounding his cock. It feels like he will burst at any second. He cannot recall ever losing control like this. Squeezing his eyes shut, he groans, “Take all of it, A-Cheng.”

“N-no,” the boy deliriously sobs into his ear as he is rocked about. “It’s scary, A-Diē—”

“How can you be scared when your A-Diē is holding you? You wanted this.”

“Yes…y-yes, but…nnh!”

Impatient, Jiang Fengmian placates his needy little boy with a forceful kiss, effectively silencing his feeble protests, needing the distraction least he cums. He can’t let this end just yet.

Jiang Cheng is predictably eager to return the kiss, leaning forward to chase his lips with desperate laps of his tongue, mewling alike to a kitten starved for too long. Allowing it, Jiang Fengmian instead focuses on experimenting with the best position to fuck into the boy, arranging them until he is braced upon one knee with his feet dug into the bed to ground himself. Jiang Cheng’s smaller frame bounces over his hips from the force of his thrusts, aided by how his father urgently yanks him down to impale him on his cock, forcing him to accept everything. Which Jiang Cheng happily does, licking into the panting mouth of his father and moaning away like a whore without a care in the world.

“Diēdie, I love—so good, I love it—oh!” he cries.

All Jiang Cheng ever needed was his father’s embrace. How could Jiang Fengmian have not realized it sooner?

If only Jiang Fengmian had acted earlier, his slut of a son wouldn’t have tried to sate himself with toys if his father had fucked him first. That was a misjudgement on his part, he now realizes, but from now on Jiang Fengmian will better himself as a father; he will fulfil his son’s needs.

It is a simple task, really. His baby boy rides him like he was made to take his cock, legs working to keep himself from falling as he rocks up and down, earnestly impaling himself in time with his father’s deep thrusts. Mouth slack and pressed against his father’s jaw, Jiang Cheng cries out for him each time he is forced to take him all the way, their hips pushed together before he is yanked up again to repeat the process.

It must appear like his smaller, previously untouched form is being completely devoured right now. Next time, Jiang Fengmian will have to book a hotel room with mirrors. He will have to wait, for now, until he can watch everything in its full glory, but he certainly has everything he needs within his hands to keep himself thoroughly entertained.

Having to carry the weight of another begins to become taxing however, especially when he is doing most of the work. Trails of sweat travel down the grooves of his back from how closely Jiang Cheng clings onto him when he shudders deep, the rhythm of his hips faltering. Jiang Fengmian makes to adjust again, only to find that his son is just as addicted to being fucked, mindlessly gyrating his hips over his father’s cock until he is pinned down and his leverage is taken away.

By now, Jiang Cheng opens his legs for him without question. His gaze is unfocused, his eyes continuing to glitter with tears, his mouth slack, and his moans soft from being fucked pliant. He only issues a meek, “Diēdie, I can’t,” when his ass is pinched, and he is told to squeeze tight. All he is able to offer are weak flutters of his abused cunt around his father’s hard cock.

“Don’t you want all of me, A-Cheng?” Jiang Fengmian growls. “You want me to cum deep inside your tight little cunt, filling you all the way—”

“Oh,” his boy moans, “Please, Diēdie, please!”

He tries, he does. Making those whorish noises, the tight hot walls of his cunt squeeze, attempting to milk him properly. But Jiang Fengmian knows how to achieve exactly what he wants from his boy.

He reaches down to flatten his palm over Jiang Cheng’s navel, coming into contact with the repeated bump of his cock driving into his son’s cunt. He places his thumb over the boy’s swollen nub, flicking it to jolt his son from his feverish daze before applying a steady pressure that causes Jiang Cheng to wildly thrash beneath him. Every movement ramps up the heat and friction against his abused clit, causing him to spasm uncontrollably.

It is exactly what Jiang Fengmian needs. He finally stops resisting the torturous tension within his groin and lets loose, jackhammering into his son so hard that he starts to see stars. The wet suction of Jiang Cheng’s tight pussy around his cock creates a lewd squelching between their bodies, underneath the choked grunts and whimpers the boy lets out.

The deep growl that emits from his chest belongs to a crazed beast.  “Fuck, that’s it,” Jiang Fengmian groans, finally reaching his peak inside his son’s perfect little cunt. “Take all of it, baby. Yes.”

Jiang Cheng jolts from the sensation of being filled with thick ropes of semen, instinctively knowing to seize up tight to milk every drop of his father’s hot cum. His cock throbs deeply inside the boy, so intensely that he can feel it against his palm, his son’s distended navel resembling the start of pregnancy. The boy shudders beneath him as Jiang Fengmian jerks his hips in shallow thrusts, his entire length buried inside.

When he pulls out of him, a small trail of white follows, the rest of his load fucked so deep inside that Jiang Cheng’s gaping cunt continues to leak from how he is sprawled upon the mattress, his messy cunt and swollen clit still on display.

Unable to resist, Jiang Fengmian fingers him to hear the little gasps and whimpers that escape his fucked loose son. He gives his sensitive clit a final rub as a reward for being such a good boy while memorizing the sight of his abused, sopping wet cunt.

When he is satisfied, Jiang Fengmian rolls off of him, only pausing when he notices the pitiful way his son shivers from the loss of shared body heat, curling in to hug himself. The expression his son wears now is the same he always dons when he is released from the rarely afforded hugs his father gave to him.

Jiang Fengmian is hit with an odd tug within his chest. Having never felt it before, he occupies himself by pulling the wet sheet out from underneath the boy before covering his nude from with the comforter. Only then does he settle against the headboard, drawing the dozing boy’s attention with his quick return to his side. “Look,” he says, filling the silence between them. He grabs his phone from its perch. “There is something I want to show you.”

The promise of being allowed to keep spending time with his father instantly warms Jiang Cheng’s innocent gaze. His voice faint from use, he simpers, “Okay, Diēdie.”

Humming, Jiang Fengmian continues to tap at his phone screen to find what he wants. He holds it out. “Look,” he repeats.

The boy stares with increasingly wide eyes, shocked out of his sex-fuelled stupor by what he is shown. He begins to prop himself up again on shaky arms. “What…”

Their hotel room is flooded by the unmistakable sounds of sex once again. This time, from the video playing on Jiang Fengmian’s phone. The rapid plap plap plap of a sopping wet pussy being slammed into sounds out, along with the high-pitched keens of Jiang Cheng’s pleasure. The audio of his voice breaks into a series of open sobs as he cums for the umpteenth time on his father’s cock.

“Listen to yourself,” Jiang Fengmian half-heartedly chastises. “Who taught you to moan so sexily, hm? Was it from watching all of those dirty videos by yourself?” he questions.

He finds it interesting to watch as his son’s complexion steadily flushes red in mere seconds. He watches him squirm, seemingly embarrassed but unable to tear his eyes away from the video memorializing the moment his virginity is taken. Jiang Fengmian cannot blame him, really, when he himself will be replaying this video for weeks to come.

“Well?” he prompts.

“I—I won’t watch those videos anymore,” Jiang Cheng stammers out uncertainly, glancing up at him.

Jiang Fengmian waves his hand. “My point is that the only one who should be teaching you about your body is your A-Diē. You know that now, don’t you?”

The young boy readily nods before sending him another pensive glance, still holding onto the phone. He tentatively asks, “A-Diē won’t show this to anyone, right?”

“Of course not,” Jiang Fengmian calmly reassures. “This vacation is meant for the two of us to create new memories together. With this, we can always look back and remember,” he explains.

But Jiang Cheng still wants to know, “It’s really only for you and me?”

Perhaps what Jiang Fengmian had been missing all along to exude this much patience towards his son was good old sex. “Yes,” he answers. He slides his hand over to cup him between his legs to emphasize his point, his fingers sinking into the wet softness there. “Only your A-Diē is allowed to see you like this, A-Cheng. No one else can know.”

His baby boy instantly melts beneath his touch, succumbing to the natural pleasure of his pussy being filled. The phone slips from his grasp as he begins to sweetly moan.

“Do you understand?” Jiang Fengmian continues. He pulls the boy in by the waist to settle him over his lap and speak against his temple. He’s hard again. “From now on, no one but A-Diē can have you. You are my son.”

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng shyly answers. “I love you, A-Diē,” he confesses in a hushed voice.

Jiang Fengmian smiles from the confirmation that he was right all along.

>> 69 Comment(s) on “virgin school boy’s first time breeding” from x.cum

xxxScholar69

F*ck the way he cries for his diēdie gets me every time

bussyconnoisseur

hot…but don’t they look…related?

         redhotdaddy

         Who cares? Cute pets like him will take any cock inside his slutty cunt.

meatsaber

their acting is top notch OP needs to upload more of these!!!

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