Adoption relationship

"...Uh, son, you..." Zhang Jianan pointed between Weiding's legs, then pointed outside the door, and said, "You... you can go to the bathroom to solve it yourself! You should know how to do it, right?"

Hearing Zhang Jian'an's words, Xiang Weiding stared at him blankly without any reaction.

"...Uh, Wei Ding, you... are 15 years old, so it's impossible for you to watch TV and surf the Internet without knowing how to do it?" Zhang Jian'an asked expectantly. After all, the information in modern society is so developed that it can influence minors. degree of mental health.

Xiang Weiding still looked straight at Zhang Jianan, his mind was in a mess and he couldn't react.

"Ugh……"

Zhang Jian'an was a little worried, Xiang Weiding's behavior was that he didn't understand anything in his eyes, and Zhang Jianan also felt that his precious son should simply not understand, who made Xiang Weiding so good in front of Zhang Jianan, let Zhang Jian'an has always felt that his son is obedient, sensible, well-behaved, and quiet. He does not touch things that are not good children, and do not learn things that are not good children...

Xiang Weiding's temperament has always reassured Zhang Jianan, but now he has to worry, because Zhang Jianan thinks that his precious son doesn't understand physical things at all, what should he do now?

Zhang Jian'an thought for a while, then softly guided Xiang Weiding: "Son, this is a very normal thing, don't be afraid, don't feel uncomfortable, you... just touch it yourself..."

"Normal?" Xiang Weiding repeated blankly.

Seeing that the child didn't move, Zhang Jianan embraced Xiang Weiding's shoulder, patted him encouragingly, and said, "Well, it's normal of course, you just need to touch it lightly, let it come out, and it'll be fine .”

Xiang Weiding was still in a daze. He followed Zhang Jianan's words and looked between his legs, but he didn't move.

It was the middle of the night at this time, and after the tension of thinking that the child was sick, Zhang Jianan felt a little sleepy again. He yawned and wanted to finish the matter and continue to sleep, so he anxiously grabbed the child's hand and put it on the child's body. That part, said: "You touch it lightly, and it will be fine after a while."

As soon as Xiang Weiding's hand touched that part of his body, he immediately took it away like an electric shock, with a panic on his face, no matter how Zhang Jianan tried to persuade him, he just didn't touch him.

I don't know if it's because the night is too blurry, the lights are too dim, or Zhang Jianan is tired of persuading him, and then feels that he, as a father, has the obligation to demonstrate to his son once, so Zhang Jianan hugged the child, slightly Push the baby down hard on the bed.

Xiang Weiding didn't struggle or move. He believed that Zhang Jianan couldn't hurt him, so he relaxed his body.

Zhang Jian'an turned his body sideways, hugged Xiang Weiding into his arms, patted the child's back with one hand to comfort him, and slid into Xiang Weiding's pajama pants with the other hand, grasping the already softened object .

When Zhang Jian'an's hand covered the place with a cool temperature, Xiang Weiding's whole body was stiff. He didn't understand why Zhang Jian'an did this. At the same time, the fire in his heart that was about to be extinguished was ignited again. Weiding felt uncomfortable, unspeakably uncomfortable, but at the same time Zhang Jianan's hand brought him a kind of joy, unspeakable joy.

The object in his hand expanded rapidly and became fiery and hard again. Although it was still the exquisite size of a teenager, Zhang Jianan still paused the movement of his hand uncomfortably. Even though Xiang Weiding was his son, he still felt a little uncomfortable .

"... um... um... um..."

On the one hand, he felt physically uncomfortable, and on the other hand, the extreme comfort Zhang Jianan brought him. These two feelings were intertwined and reached the depths of his mind. Xiang Weiding couldn't help whimpering like a small animal. In an instant, he subconsciously twisted his body as if urged.

Feeling the impatience of the child in his arms, Zhang Jian'an smiled to himself in his heart, started to move gently again, and decided to finish it. Besides, he is his son anyway, and he is both men. I am sorry if I feel uncomfortable. .

There is a faint longing in the body, the fire in his heart is burning hotter and hotter, the body temperature around him makes him feel at ease, and the hot and uncomfortable parts are wrapped by the cool temperature, all these make him feel at ease, so, the first After experiencing sex for the first time, Xiang Weiding lost his mind.

The young man's slender and flexible body automatically wrapped itself around Zhang Jian'an's body, and consciously sent the uncomfortable parts to the hands that made him feel comfortable. The body temperature of the people around him was very attractive to him at this moment, and the young man was tight He was close to Zhang Jian'an, but he still didn't feel enough. The hand that was holding Zhang Jian'an's clothes couldn't help but burrow into the man's clothes.

Sensing the young man's attempt, Zhang Jian'an blocked it with one hand, and moved his body to the side, but at this moment the young man's legs wrapped around his waist, leaving Zhang Jian'an nowhere to hide, and finally touched the boy he liked. The temperature, the boy's hands were so intoxicated that he didn't want to leave again.

The movement of the hands continued, making the young man feel comfortable, but Zhang Jianan began to feel a little uncomfortable. Even if his body had been rubbed for so long, even if there was no desire at the beginning, it was still a little hot now. Men are easy to be controlled by desire. The boy's writhing body touched Zhang Jianan's desire from time to time, and the boy's hands seemed to carry a series of electric currents on the skin. All this made Zhang Jianan extremely uncomfortable. As a young man, Zhang Jian'an wanted to cry, but felt that he was really self-inflicted.

"...um... um... um... um... um... ah..."

After the boy twisted his body and let out a soft cry, a hot and viscous liquid sprayed on the palm of Zhang Jianan's hand. The manual work was finally completed with difficulty. Zhang Jianan heaved a long sigh of relief. When he looked up at the boy's situation, The young man's red slightly parted lips brushed across his face, and almost touched his lips, Zhang Jian'an trembled, feeling a little strange, and quickly let go of the child in his arms.

The boy was still immersed in the aftertaste of just venting his desire, his limbs were weak, and his eyes were foggy. Zhang Jianan saw the boy's somewhat lethargic expression, tried to calm down his body that was a little excited by the atmosphere, and then got out of bed and used a tissue to hold his hands. After simply disposing of the things on the bed, I went to the bathroom to clean my hands, and took a wet towel back to the room to wipe it off for the boy.

During the whole process, the young man let Zhang Jianan fiddle with everything, and everything was handled properly. Zhang Jianan watched the young man lose his mind for a while, then patted his forehead with a palm, and said softly: "Sleeping, thinking about something, it's just an accident, anyway. It's the son, and no one else."

Then Zhang Jianan put aside the strange feeling just now, drowsiness welled up, he yawned loudly, turned off the light, went to the bed, and the boy's body was entangled again, but Zhang Jianan really didn't want to care about it at this time, so He let the young man cling to him, and even reached out to hug the young man, intending to fall asleep together.