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Cheers erupt in the background, numerous voices join in, yelling and laughing like what good kids do at a park. They have fun and they play for fun. But not this little kid, Xia Sini. Xia Sini is a special exception for he’s a much more wonderful boy compared to the rest. His Baba, Mo Ran is a one-of-a-kind father as he likes teasing his cute little Baobei about what it really means to have fun as filthy grown adults.
Mo Ran has simply stuffed his poor child with a fun toy while little Xia Sini continues playing around the playground. The young boy has been holding it in for a while, the quivering legs and the shy flush on his cheeks but his other kiddie friends can’t notice a thing. They don’t realise how bizarre it is for Xia Sini to occasionally stop and ask for breaks nor do they notice him repeatedly calling for his father, with that worrisome expression on his face, as if pleading, begging for something they can’t quite comprehend.
It all began when Xia Sini participated in their hopscotch game. A nice girl asked him to play with her after she first spotted that small child sitting next to his father, looking glum and a tad bored. So she approached the boy, grabbed Xia Sini’s tiny hand, then invited him to walk to her group of friends.
Silly girl, had she noticed Mo Ran’s darkening, menacing gaze, perhaps she could have saved little A-Sini’s pretty face.
“H-Hey, what’s wrong?” She says, looking quite cumbersome, her doe eyes stare into Xia Sini’s rather shifty ones. The others come running forth, everyone hovering and surrounding the shorter boy, some even rub his shoulders as he catches his breath.
They all give each other a strange stare before looking back at the profusely flustered boy who keeps still and silent. One boy eventually grabs his bottle of water, perhaps thinking that Xia Sini needs a little drink. Unfortunately for him, it drove Mo Ran hot and angry with madness so he flips the switch and cranks up the settings on his fun little remote. He was, after all, sitting close by, witnessing every scene. Luckily, he’s got the best seat in the area where he has direct, pleasurable viewing access to his son’s obscene performance.
Thoughts of all kinds circulate in his mind as he sees his pretty son’s expression turn sour when the kids step too close to him.
Mo Ran doesn’t miss the way little Xia Sini bounces backwards, unconsciously showing off his lewd, erect nipples to Baba’s deviant eyes. His small tits are so swollen, probably all puffy and stiff from being so, so aroused. Every brush against the fabric must have been utter torture for his young son but alas all the more fun for this degenerate Baba.
“S-Stop, don’t come closer, it’s okay. I’m okay.” Xia Sini outstretches his palm, lightly pushing a child away. On the outside he appears calm, maybe somewhat rude, but on the inside, he’s sincerely praying they can’t sense the sweet scent emanating from his lewd body, hoping none of his new friends hear the promiscuous sounds of his squelching little pussy.
“Kids!”
“Don’t worry too much, A-Sini’s just has a weak heart. Be careful with him and treat him well, okay?” Mo Ran shouts from the other side, sounding cheerful yet dismayed, contrasting his actual intentions of being utterly merciless with those buttons, for every press slowly forces Xia Sini to crumble to his knees.
“Xia Sini?!” The girl quickly picks him up, holding him close to her, even daring to pat Xia Sini’s little bum for how muddy it got but the boy retracts and slips away.
“It’s okay, please don’t… t-touch dirty things.” He whispers, head hanging low in shame, appearing rather shy than angry. The girl even blushes from his actions, believing perhaps Xia Sini’s embarrassed of being taken care of by a pretty Jiejie.
Sighs, if only she knew.
“Okay then. Um, hmm… do you want to play another game, Xiao Didi?” She beams, bearing a toothy grin while Xia Sini responds with a quick shake of his head. He holds onto her skirt, unintentionally of course, but everyone — including his father — perceives this as his shy attempt to befriend a girl his age.
“No, I-I like this game.” He mumbles, cheeks slightly rosier than before. The other boys can’t help but blush at how pretty he looks like this, looking like a young maiden professing her love to some boy. Even she’s impressed by how charming Xia Sini is.
So in a matter of seconds, she hurriedly clings to his side, her warm palm slides in between Xia Sini’s clammy one as she drags him away for another game of hopscotch.
Fortunately, everyone seems to have moved on after that incident as Xia Sini too, appears to have lightened up, his rosy cheeks eventually thin and thaw away as the kids jump and hop around. Yet, when it became Xia Sini’s turn to take the lead, things take a turn for the worst.
You see, earlier when Mo Ran was busy bullying his precious kin, he managed to stop midway, unable to commit harming his son’s appearance amongst newfound friends. These were honest thoughts but also crude, crude lies. He merely thinks such a sight is much too provocative for others to witness and thus nobody should ever see what Xia Sini looks like in that awfully, slutty state.
And yet, this father of his, is sitting amongst the general public with an aching boner throbbing for his only son. The very thought of Xia Sini’s bashfulness being exposed to wandering and equally lustful eyes makes his pants tighten with delight. The print of his cock evidently twitching in his garments could have attracted anyone’s attention but thankfully, all the other adults are too preoccupied with caring for their kids.
Hah, if they had known a pedophile was among them, perhaps Mo Ran would have lost something extremely precious to both him and his adorable little boy, Xia Sini.
Luckily, he’s no vile threat to others. For his eyes are set on his one and only perfect boy, the most amazing, tight and supple, A-Sini.
Just thinking about how wet and succulent his Baobei had been the night before, makes him want to run after his son, rip up his innocent clothes, wrench open those smooth, babysoft legs and plunge into deep ecstasy. He wishes to caress those small lips, tug on his boy’s dewy folds, rub his raw cock all over his Xia Sini’s tiny little pussyhole and take him apart right then and there.
Right there where everyone can see how profane sex can really be.
Fuck, control yourself, you animal.
That’s a kid we’re talking about here.
But thank the gods, that kid is entirely mine.
Mo Ran soon recovers from his clouded, lust-filled thoughts, shuts his eyes and sucks in that breath he’s been holding. He then watches his boy like a hawk, looking like a protective, attentive father for his kid’s safety and definitely not ogling at the possible sight of Xia Sini’s wet panties every time he takes a leap off the ground.
Meanwhile, Xia Sini’s enjoying himself. In many ways more than one.
That buzzing fuck nestles in the most tightest of spots, pressing and nudging into his sensitive babycunt. The faint vibrations are enough to stimulate Xia Sini’s addled mind but enough to keep him sane, awake and alive for just as much. Every jump he takes shoves the device deeper inside, teasing his divine tiny orifice, delighting his womb into lewdly sucking on his naughty little toy. Its teensy size is nowhere near his father’s cock but it’s much too vigorous, vile and voracious just like how Baba gets when he’s inches deep inside his A-Sini.
The boy inevitably recalls the loving instances of his Baba clinging to his hips, thrusting with all his might, whispering saccharine yet filthy, sullying words in his ears as he compliments and degrades his delectable boy. Xia Sini swears, he’s wobbling in real-time, his friends might witness his humiliating state, might catch onto his strange expressions, might loathe him for his peculiar stance yet it doesn’t matter. Not when his beloved father is eyeing him from afar, and those thick, warm thighs spread apart, revealing that manly, adult cock Xia Sini craves to wantonly suck.
But Xia Sini turns his head away, ashamed to face his playmates, afraid to ruin their amiable, neat little views of him. What will they think of him if they find out his little secret?
That innocent, young and naive Xia Sini is just a nasty little pervert?
A slutty child, no less?
With eyes fixated on the ground and a shaky gaze set on the mess of chalk below his feet, he hops onto the next square and the next, pretending he’s just like them. A happy, go-lucky child who likes being a child, not some whore who pines after a father’s love, not some slut who yearns for his Baba’s lewd touch nor is he some desperate little wife who desires to drown in his Baba’s scent, his lust and his torment.
And so, Xia Sini pathetically tries to ignore how obscenely wet his panties are. He tries to ignore how wantonly cruel his father gets from teasing his petite cunt. He even tries to regain his dignity by squeezing his legs together, wishing that Baba can’t see his disgraceful state.
Oh but Mo Ran doesn’t miss the ways of Xia Sini trembling from every jump, the hint of his plush thigh gleaning, looking perversely sticky from what appears like sweat. But he knows, they know it best. Mo Ran should have gotten up when he first saw his boy slowly wet himself, oh but how he loves seeing that son of his squirm, futilely attempting to cover up his mess.
The man relaxes, relishing in this wondrous sight. Leaning back on the bench, he takes another reedy breath before fiddling with that remote once more. He waits in silence, like a predator hunting prey, he lurks and observes, oh what shall Xia Sini do next?
“Hngh.” The boy mewls abruptly, soon gritting his lower lip as he suppresses his desire to cry out. The boy’s evidently exasperated, panting ever so quietly yet ever so sinfully that everyone around him just had to stop and stare.
That boy from earlier swiftly grabs hold of Xia Sini, successfully catching him before he falls. The child subconsciously tightens his grip on Xia Sini’s underarms, the pads of his stubby fingertips are much too close to his aching little tits. Xia Sini stumbles forward, disliking how comfortable that boy gets around him when he slides his hands far up his chest.
The caress of his short fingers feel electrifying, sending the smaller youngling faint jolts that trace up his spine, rousing his young body into instinctively melting, leaning into that warmth as if preparing to relinquish his entire being for more of that benevolent touch.
“Xiao Didi? Xiao Didi?!” They all shout in a frenzy, crowding Xia Sini rather rambunctiously. They huddle around him, not even giving him space to breathe and recover just from how much his legs are shaking.
A few kids even call out to Mo Ran, telling him to come quickly, something terrible has happened to his son. And when he arrives, he instantly hides his wicked smile, donning a perturbed, gentle expression, successfully playing the role of a decent man, a worrywart of a father for a child so young.
For he knows one must never dare show younglings the true, carnal nature of man.
“A-Sini, what happened?!” Mo Ran falls to his knees, large hands cupping Xia Sini’s sunken cheeks, manoeuvring his dainty head, investigating the reasons behind his pretty son’s unkempt state. And when he sees that Xia Sini’s perfectly fine, he hugs his son closer, entangling their bodies in that familiar, effusive embrace. A father’s firm yet gentle touch on his waist while another hand’s protectively, possessively cradling his boy’s face.
“It’s okay, little one. Baba’s here, Baba’s got you.” He says so tenderly, strong arm clutching onto Xia Sini’s chubby thighs as he lifts his son effortlessly. The boy lets a hushed whine slip out, sounding awfully child-like to others but sounding delectably sultry to Mo Ran.
“Baba… you’re late.” He mutters in between whispers, burning, red face resting against Mo Ran’s chest. Xia Sini puffs out his cheeks, rubbing them on his father in a sulky manner. Too flustered to say any more, his little fist grabs hold of Mo Ran’s shirt, tugging it gently as if telling Baba he wants to leave right away.
Mo Ran understands this child’s sentiment but he can’t resist not teasing Xia Sini for his sticky mess. His hand trails up his pale legs, slick latching onto every fibre on his fingertips. He can feel Xia Sini’s puny chest heave from every brush of skin upon skin, provocatively enticing his father for how perky and dewy his small tits are for Baba to feel him up.
“Baobei.” Pressing his lips together, he gives his baby a peck on his cheek, lingering a little longer to take in more of that addictive scent. All while a sly finger gingerly grazes over Xia Sini’s soaking wet cunt, startling the young boy.
“You’re dripping wet. Did you like Baba’s gift?” He smiles brightly, ignoring how something so vile casually slips past an adult’s lips while in the presence of a mere child. Xia Sini hides in shame, annoyed by how his father’s handsome features and dimpled grins overshadow his bastardly remarks.
Thankfully, none of the kids down below can hear the racy exchange between father and son, they can only dumbly look at an older man chastising his furiously thin-faced child. Xia Sini’s reddened ears seem perfectly normal.
Truly nothing out of the ordinary.
Except for that devious little trickle of dew slithering down that heavenly boy’s thigh.
“Kids.”
“A-Sini’s a bit tired today.” Mo Ran calmly explains, furrowing brows as he rubs his son’s back to soothe his fatigued child.
“Is it okay if I take him home? I’m worried he might fall sick any time soon.” The children look at one another before nodding their heads and saying their cute goodbyes to the precious youngster.
Mo Ran eventually puts his son down, holding him upright so he doesn’t topple over and allows the two who remained by his son’s side to say their proper farewells. After all, they did do a good job looking after Xia Sini.
Mo Ran admires the way his son’s face lights up from their short conversation, his rosy cheeks turning a shade darker when they promised to play together forever. Oh but his innocent gaze doesn’t last for much long, for his sharp eyes notice the chaste yet unchaste trickle of sweat sliding down from Xia Sini’s chin into the cleave between his small breasts.
His leering gaze tears away from Xia Sini and a firm hand reaches for his son’s, dragging him towards the gateway. The young girl and boy simply turn and return to their parents, wearing disappointed looks on their faces, unknowingly ignoring the pristine patch of wetness below their feet, smelling of something utterly, utterly obscene.
“Baba, it’s sticky d-down there...” Xia Sini purrs, lithe legs straddling his father, mounting himself on a larger man’s thighs. Mo Ran’s hands rest on the small cinched waist of his baby’s hips, trailing his fingers up and under his sensitive spine, riling up his precious little boy.
“Down where, Baobei?” He coos softly, hand kindly running through Xia Sini’s lush hair, lulling his adorable child with sweet praise.
“Mmph, Baba knows where…” Xia Sini mumbles, shrivelling up, feeling utterly small in the man’s arms.
“Can’t you show Baba, hmm?” His father’s hot breath tickles the side of his neck, eager lips suckling on the rosy flesh. Xia Sini’s hold around his father’s shoulders tightens when he presses himself down on Mo Ran’s crotch, shyly rubbing his wet cunt on Baba’s hard cock.
“Ngh, h-here... Touch me here, please Baba.” The child nervously guides Mo Ran’s hand to slip under his clothes, letting his father touch and explore. His flushed ears pick up the noises of his desperate pussy pulsating with ache. Not to mention, how flabbergasted Xia Sini becomes when he hears the sound of his Baba groaning as he skillfully strips him down to his frilly panties.
Almost immediately, soft cheeks come into full view, exposed porcelain skin meeting the car’s cool air from every angle. Xia Sini winces from how bare he feels down below, especially when his smooth bottom’s practically touching Baba’s filthy boner. He takes a peek, a quick gander down below, later looking up and seeing red flickering in his father’s ink-stained eyes. He finds himself melting, collapsing on his Baba’s chest and practically avoiding that man’s ravenous state.
Mo Ran whispers in his ear, telling him to listen to every word he says as he finally takes off Xia Sini’s panties. The fabric, stained beyond recognition, utterly drenched and yet Mo Ran holds and squeezes his son’s naughty filth with every inch of his life. He tucks them safely away in his pocket, fiddling with his son’s wet undergarments before he slips those slicked fingers inside Xia Sini’s mouth.
His Baobei obeys him like a filial child, parting chaste lips as he sucks on a finger, permitting his father to push and prod at his velvety tongue. Even as the boy’s father rubs the insides of his mouth with two or more, Xia Sini simply licks and cleans off the slick, drool leaking in streaks running down Mo Ran’s wrist.
Mo Ran admires how Xia Sini’s doe-like eyes turn into such blasphemous, seductive phoenix-like eyes as if luring him into a sinful angel’s embrace. He captures the rare sight of pretty peachy hues blossoming on Xia Sini’s cheeks down to the crudely crimson red lips, suckling and swallowing fingers that don’t belong in a child’s mouth.
The elder’s eyes glance down, fixated on that exposed plug poking out from Xia Sini’s beloved pussy. He sees how happy his Baobei gets from every thrust of his fingers down his throat, that lewd cunt practically twitching, keening over something unbefitting for a little boy. Mo Ran’s free hand grabs onto that toy, tugging it gently before ruthlessly slamming it back in, startling the agitated boy into prying away from Baba’s fingers.
“No, Mm, Baba… no.” The boy protests in agony, digging his nails in Mo Ran’s shoulder, pleading to stop as if he isn’t shaking his hips and even daring to roll his still stuffed cunt on a grown man’s cock.
“No?”
“It’s impolite to lie, Xia Sini.” Mo Ran pries open Xia Sini’s thighs, quickening his hand as he plunges the toy deeper and deeper, ripping a throaty whine from his slutty son. His body naturally leans forwards, caging the young boy in large arms until his son’s back rests on the steering wheel.
“Look at how well you’re taking it, isn’t it much too lewd for a child?” Mo Ran catches glimpses of his son’s wavering expression but his teary eyes are bridling with lust.
Sincerely too improper for a young, young boy.
“Baba, ’m not lewd , Xia Sini’s— mmph, no liar.” He whispers, their faces barely centimetres away. But gods, the haitang scent wafting off from Xia Sini’s bare skin is much too fucking sensual. It scalds Mo Ran, it burns his every sense and being.
Of course Mo Ran finds himself drawing closer to those succulent lips. Of course Mo Ran will hastily devour that dewy mouth, teasing his inexperienced son’s tongue with relentless fervour. Xia Sini’s whiny, deceitful voice easily disappears inside Mo Ran’s mouth, only allowing delicate moans to slip past their entangled kiss.
Especially, when the older man’s hand slips under his boy’s shirt, thumbs eagerly kneading into his aching nipples, fondling Xia Sini’s tender tits, stimulating more and more purrs from a kitten’s lips. All while the other hand’s busy battering, brutalising that tight space until it’s marred raw and red from within.
“Haa… no, Baba, please s-slow. S-Slow! Not too f-fast… hngh!” Xia Sini begs coquettishly, looking ever so fragile but oh how he shines so bright when he gives in to that thrill as he cries so beautifully.
When they separate, a mist of lust looms over them, causing Xia Sini’s pliant tongue to stick out, head lolling to one side, frail body slightly wracking as he squirts on that stupid fake cock. Amidst his mind-blown orgasm, he manages to relax the tensed muscles in his cunt, unconsciously squeezing out his skimpy present from his own pussy.
Fuck.
What a sight.
The lewd, now stretched open, tiny fuckslit is shaking madly, pulsing in need — sometimes greedily sucking that toy back inside or sometimes arrogantly spewing it right back out. He’s acting as though he’s not some selfish little whore or a well endowed boywife, perfectly bred up to nourish mankind.
God, even as Mo Ran picks up that damned toy, wanting to toss it out and bury it six feet deep — his salacious little boy gently grabs hold of his gift, giving sly licks over his own goddamn slick.
“Baba?” He says so innocently, hollow cheeks still full of cock.
A small hand carefully slides down his own belly, resting it just right on his puckering, deflowered hole, reflexively opening himself up, twitching and gaping for something more, something bigger, something—
“Baba... Baobei… wants you here.”
“Please Baba…”
Fuck, does this kid not realise how sexy he sounds?
Mo Ran tugs on his belt with haste, rushing to fish out his dick, then messily aligning himself with Xia Sini’s slick hole before he sinks that boy’s cunt down his throbbing cock. Xia Sini lets out a wail so painful that it both hurts and pleases Mo Ran’s ears. Although he shushes his son’s feverish lips, his hips are ceaselessly thrusting into the dewy boy’s pussyslit, drawing out sinful moans from his own kid.
“Baba— Baba , slowly, please. Mmf!” The boy gasps so lustfully as if he isn’t instigating his own demise, as if he isn’t the one clinging to Baba after saying such atrocious, maddening words.
Who can ever resist such irresistible hips?
Mo Ran simply wastes not a single second, satisfying those kissable lips, bruising Xia Sini’s sexy child-bearing hips, doing his utmost best to pleasure his son, fulfilling his duty in providing every means to keep his Baobei well fed, stuffed full with him, the scent of him and the makings of him. He makes sure to erase the traces of that pathetic thing, carving his name in Xia Sini’s tight walls, have his son’s womb familiarise itself with cock that’s only his.
Their flushed bodies stick together as loud, erotic sounds of skin slapping against skin erupt in the flurrying heat. Xia Sini’s perfect ass bounces in perfect sync with Mo Ran’s cock and balls, smacking against his bare flesh, littering snowy cheeks with splotches of red and slick.
He’s quick to pummel his son’s cunt, fuck it nice and open, fully spread out hole, all sloppy and dripping with sticky glean. The man feels even more accomplished when he feels his pudgy boy’s tummy press against his, the swelling bump feeling hotter on his skin. Mo Ran simply loses himself in Xia Sini’s saccharine body and his delectably slippery, wet hole that’s still skillfully clamping and suckling cock like a beautiful tight whore. The man in return, cums in waves, coating and staining the still immature, underdeveloped cervix with twisted, sickening rampage.
Oh, how he wished something would change.
Something far too insane.
But alas, even as their glazed bodies finally calm down from their highs, with scents intertwining, the air in the car slowly tightening and with cock full of slick and hole full of dick, they lay together in a warm, sweaty embrace. Looking oddly like a heartwarming pair of a father and son with a boy so frail, so young, resting his tired head on his sturdy father’s chest.
As if, they were normal.
If not for the lecherous look in Mo Ran’s gaze as he glances at his Baobei’s precious face, perhaps they could have been quite perfect.
Family.
But it’s too late.
For Mo Ran’s mind is a very muddled place. Because as soon as he realises how much a boy, once so small, has grown ever so much in a few days, his unending thoughts delve into much darker, silent rage.
Oh, what a shame.
Please don’t ever come of age.