Beloved Wife and Daughter 2 (Reprinted)

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In the evening, Zhao called to ask Shurong to pick up their daughter. The next day, the two of them went home to visit their family. After they left, as one of the shareholders, I often went to the photo studio to take care of the business and collect payments.

They originally said they would be gone for a month, but it turned out they didn't return for a full three months. Fortunately, my daughter was there to sleep with, so I wasn't too lonely. It was just that my son suffered, calling his mother every day.

When my wife returned home, my daughter was already two months pregnant.

Because my daughter hadn't had her period yet, I had always been at ease ejaculating inside her, and I didn't even know she was pregnant. When my wife returned, she noticed something was wrong with my daughter's body and finally revealed the truth.

We were busy with the abortion for a while, and even my mother was alarmed, saying she wanted to come and see. Of course, we didn't tell her the truth, only saying that our granddaughter was sick.

For several days in a row, I stayed home looking at the photos and videos my wife and Manager Zhao had taken during their visit home. Seeing the beaming smiles of Zhao's parents as they held my wife's newborn grandson, and watching my wife calling them "Dad" and "Mom" like a dutiful daughter-in-law, and witnessing the scene of Manager Zhao ejaculating in my wife's mouth—a sight I'd never seen before—I felt a mix of emotions.

What interested me most were my wife and Zhao's wedding photos, hanging above their "new house" bed.

"Hey, when are you going to take one for me and Jiamei too?" I joked. "Sure!" my wife immediately agreed. "Really?"

"Why would I lie to you? When do you want to take it?" "Are you crazy? What if Zhao finds out?"

"Hehe..." my wife laughed without answering. Under further questioning, I realized that my wife had confessed everything to Zhao during the three months she was away from home.

"You, how could you do this?!" My heart pounded with anxiety. "What's wrong? Xiao Zhao said you're interesting and wants to be friends with you."

"No, no! Don't talk nonsense! This is no joke!" I warned sternly, "Just tell him you were joking and don't mention it again!"

"Look at you, so cowardly!" my wife said disdainfully. Finally, she agreed with my point of view, but then asked, "Do you still want to take wedding photos with Jia Mei?"

Now it was my turn to be in a dilemma...

"Forget it! Xiao Zhao knows you got Jia Mei pregnant, it's no use saying anything!" My wife's reminder made me realize that the situation was hopeless, so I decided to go all in.

This Sunday was the last day of summer vacation, and I took my children to Zhao's photo studio.

My daughter, who had just turned fifteen and was still a little pale after surgery, was wearing a pure white wedding dress and nestled beside me. Tomorrow, she will start high school, but today, she is wearing a wedding dress and walking into the wedding hall with her father.

After taking photos of my daughter and me, Zhao, still not satisfied, wanted Shurong and my son to take a set of wedding photos. Watching my mother and brother in their wedding attire, making various intimate gestures under Zhao's direction, even my daughter couldn't help but laugh.

Next, Zhao asked to take wedding photos with my daughter. I didn't refuse, but I was a little tired, so he had his employees drive me home to rest.

After I left, Zhao gang-raped my wife and daughter for two hours before letting them go. After the two women returned home, they talked about the rape, and I only vaguely understood what he had done from the fragments of conversation I overheard.

The next evening, my mother came. Since my father died when I was seven, my mother had raised me alone, and our mother-son bond was extremely strong. I was very happy to see my mother after so long, and we embraced each other affectionately.

Our intimate gestures were nothing more than hugging, cheek-to-cheek contact, holding hands, and kissing, but my wife noticed something.

At bedtime, she suddenly asked me, "Is there something going on between you and your mother?"

I asked curiously, "What do you mean?"

She smiled and didn't ask further.

I understood what she meant, frowned, and said, "Don't overthink it. My mom isn't as promiscuous as you."

"Really? Am I promiscuous?" My wife playfully tickled my armpit.

"Seriously, have you ever thought about your mom?" she asked, nestled against my chest.

"No!" I closed my eyes.

"I don't believe you," she slowly shook her head, "Your mom is in her fifties, not too thin, not too fat, fair-skinned, she must have been very beautiful when she was young. Didn't you have a crush on her when you were little?"

"How could you have such thoughts?"

"Ah Ren told me."

"Oh?" My son must have had such thoughts and told Shu Rong about them, so she extrapolated to me.

"Hey, seriously, if you want, I can help you."

"How?" I asked curiously.

"Hehe, you said you didn't want to, then don't listen."

After saying that, she lay down and fell asleep. I didn't dare say I wanted to, so I didn't say anything more. As soon as I closed my eyes, many childhood fantasies flooded my mind...

The next day, when my mother was taking a bath, Shu Rong squeezed in and bathed with her. I heard my mother-in-law and daughter-in-law talking in the bathroom. I figured my wife would describe my mother's figure to me when she came out. Unexpectedly, she suddenly opened the door and called to me,

"Honey!"

"What is it?"

"I accidentally got Mom's clothes wet. Can you get her a dry one

?" "Okay, which one?"

"Just get that white nightgown from my luggage." My mother responded loudly from the bathroom.

By the time I found the dress and brought it to the bathroom, the door was already closed. I thought for a moment, then knocked. I heard my mother's voice and my wife's excuses from inside the bathroom.

"Coming, coming." My mother seemed to want to get it herself.

"Oh dear, Mom, don't move. You're covered in soap, you can't even open your eyes. Let me do it." My wife said, opening the door

wide, then hiding her body to one side, revealing her private parts completely.

"Is this the one? Didn't you see any others similar? You didn't grab the wrong one, did you?" My wife deliberately tried to dodge the question, while my mother was splashing water on her face, clearly unable to see anything.

"Okay, you can go now." My wife said, turning around, but "forgot" to close the door. "Mom, don't move, let me help you shower. You're not done yet, let me massage your head, okay?"

I was about to leave when I stopped. I saw Shurong step into the bathtub, reapplying shampoo to my mother's hair and intentionally or unintentionally rubbing it on her face. Then she helped my mother stand up, turned around, and faced me.

"Oh dear, don't wipe your face, I can't see anything." My mother said, completely unaware that her son had seen her full, fair body clearly.

"How is your mother's figure?" After the shower, my wife sat at the dressing table, drying her hair, and asked me quietly.

"Hmm, it's okay."

"It feels smooth..." my wife described, and I listened quietly. Suddenly, she touched my crotch, and my hard penis confessed its feelings.

The next day, Shurong did the same thing again, but with a slightly different excuse. She yelled in the bathroom that she had forgotten to bring her clothes, and I entered the house again with a legitimate reason. As agreed last night, I took the clothes directly into the bathroom.

Afterwards, Shurong told me that although her mother had tried to stop her, she hadn't strongly objected, and when I went in, her mother was standing, turned sideways to face me.

"These two things show that your mother is interested in you," my wife, an observer with a clear perspective, analyzed. "Also, when you came in, she had a smile on her face and kept glancing at you out of the corner of her eye."

By the third day, it had become a routine for me to fetch clothes and towels for my mother and daughter-in-law. Shurong even lent her mother her sexy nightgown; her mother was initially embarrassed, but eventually wore it.

Seeing the underwear vaguely visible under her mother's semi-transparent nightgown, my wife whispered, "This is sure to work."

My wife and daughter dressed very provocatively and casually at home, and my mother, influenced by her environment, didn't seem to mind.

That evening, Shurong mentioned that her company was holding a sports meet, and she hadn't exercised in a long time, wondering if she was still up to the task.

On the fourth day, my wife came home complaining of body aches and asked me to massage her. I did as she asked, and my wife praised my massage, saying it felt wonderful.

She then dragged my mother to try it too. My mother was wearing a nightgown that resembled Shurong's mini-skirt, and lying down would have certainly revealed a lot, but she reluctantly lay down under Shurong's coaxing

. As I began massaging my mother, my wife repeated in my ear, "This is about 80-90% done." This reminded me of the story in *Water Margin* where Wang Po helped Ximen Qing seduce Pan Jinlian.

For the next week, the massage location moved from the living room sofa to our bedroom. At first, Shurong would accompany us, but as we gradually relaxed, she intentionally avoided us.

I was completely clueless about massage, but Shurong even had Manager Zhao find me a teacher to learn from, and I practiced on her before I gradually got the hang of it.

"Remember, be bold, don't keep asking 'Do you want me to massage here?' Just massage first, and as long as your mother doesn't object, just massage." My wife would summarize after each massage, but I just couldn't keep up with her corrections.

"Mom, this feels more comfortable," Shurong said after correcting my mother's posture that night. "Okay, I'll go pour you a cup of tea, do you want some?" Then she went out, turning the lights down to the dimm and putting on some music.

After closing the door, only my mother and I were left in the room.

The dim pink light and soft music made me daydream.

I was kneeling on the bed in my underwear, my mother's thighs draped over mine, the narrow crotch of her semi-transparent silk thong exposed before my eyes, making my groin bulge.

"Mom often peeks at your crotch." Shurong's words from last night echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but steal a glance at my mother. She lay on her back with her hands in front of her abdomen and her eyes closed. When I looked over, her eyelids suddenly twitched, just as Shurong had predicted.

As usual, I started by stroking my mother's thighs, then used my fingers to gently tickle the back of her thighs down to her buttocks. My mother's thighs twitched and then stopped; she quietly took a deep breath.

Ten minutes later, Shurong returned with tea. By then, I was massaging my mother's groin. Snap

! Shurong turned on the light, the light so bright we could barely open our eyes. Why was she suddenly acting so inconsiderate? "Come on, have some tea." Good heavens, the atmosphere was ruined. I reluctantly took the tea, glancing at my mother, only to find her face flushed like a rosy sunset, incredibly cute. After finishing the tea, I lay back down. My mother asked if I was tired. I said not at all, and she smiled and lay down comfortably. Shurong dimmed the light again, watching me massage her groin. Seeing my hands constantly moving between my underwear and bra, she said, "These clothes are too cumbersome, and we don't have any special massage clothes at home." "It's alright, that's fine," my mother said. "I was talking about him, it'll be very uncomfortable for my hands like this, I won't wear them when he massages me." "Of course you two can do it," my mother laughed. "Isn't a mother and son closer than a husband and wife?" Shurong also laughed, "Come on, I'll turn off the light, you two can massage me properly." The light went out, and it was pitch black all around. I heard my mother softly refuse, and then I heard my wife comfort me, "It's okay, it's always like this." I didn't expect that the plan my wife had mentioned last night, which seemed like a pipe dream, would actually be implemented so smoothly, so I followed the established plan and took off my underwear. By this time, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and with the help of the outside light, I could vaguely see some figures. "I'll go get a towel to cover you up, will that make you feel better?" Shurong said. My mother, as if grasping at a lifeline, readily agreed, "Okay, okay, go quickly." The room brightened considerably the moment my wife opened the door, and I believed my mother must have seen my naked body, but she kept her head down, not looking at anything. According to Shurong, at this point, there was a 95% chance of success. My mother was still sitting and waiting, but I knew my wife wouldn't be back soon, so I urged her to lie down. The massage resumed, and when I massaged my mother's inner thighs again, she murmured, "Why hasn't Shurong come yet?" Without saying anything else, I became bolder. I sat on the bed, stretching my legs to my mother's shoulders. My mother's thighs were wide open, resting on my waist, warm, soft, and smooth, making my heart race. I leaned forward and began to massage my mother's abdomen and waist, the soft, smooth flesh writhing in my palms. When I touched the base of her breasts, I felt my mother's heart pounding beneath my palms, and my heart began to race as well. At this moment, my penis touched my mother's private parts, and she suddenly moved. I hurriedly stopped. "Does it hurt?" "No~ it doesn't hurt~" My mother's tone changed slightly. Ninety-seven percent! I suppressed my fear, suppressing the words that almost escaped my lips: "Want me to massage here?" I forced myself to move. "Mom, let me massage your breasts." After saying this, my hand was already on my mother's breast. "No, no need..." "Just a massage, it feels good." I said, trying my best to remain calm. My mother's hand rested on the back of my hand, but she didn't push me away. Instead, I took the initiative, removing her hand and placing it at my side. Just as I was intensely thinking about what to do next, my mother suddenly spoke, startling me. "Don't you think Shurong and Aren are being a little too affectionate?" Why did she ask this? I was a little surprised. Yes, Shurong and her son often hugged and kissed in front of my mother, sometimes even patting each other's bottoms, and feeding each other food while eating. Last night, Shurong even sat on her son's lap watching TV. But my daughter and I also do this kind of thing. I wonder if my mother has seen it? "Ah, mother and son are inseparable, they've always been like this." I defended my wife and son, which was also an attempt to excuse myself. "Son, Mom knows you have unspeakable suffering in your heart. Come, tell Mom, okay?" To my utter surprise, after saying these incredibly loving words, my mother actually hugged me. I seized the opportunity and threw myself into her arms. "Speak, child, tell Mom everything you know." My mother seemed to see through my inner turmoil. This was something neither I nor Shurong had anticipated; it wasn't part of our plan. I was a little flustered. What should I do?! I was anxious and couldn't remain silent. In my panic, I pretended to be sad. "Mom, they...sigh...I don't want to talk about it...sigh..." After sighing twice, my mother stopped asking and hugged my head tightly, saying, "Okay, no need to say anything, Mom understands. My poor son, Mom will stand up for you." After saying that, she began to kiss me. "Mom..." I pretended to be too moved to speak, and then used a kiss to express myself. To the sound of soft music, my mother and I were deeply in love on the bed, sharing each other's tender moments. "Mmm..." my mother groaned softly, her hands moving from behind my head to my shoulders.

"Mom, I love you..." I kissed my mother's cheek, shifting my body slightly, exploring... and

found it...

"Child, no..."

"Mom, I love you..." I kissed my mother, feeling her breath rushing from her mouth.

"Ah..." My mother's body arched slightly.

I held her tightly, gently, and inserted myself into her...

"Good boy, take it out quickly, you can't do this..." My mother whispered, her voice trembling, glancing back at the door.

"Ren, Mom's going out to buy tea, don't disturb Dad and Grandma." My wife called out loudly from the doorway. Then I heard the door open and close.

My good wife! I will always be grateful to you!

"It's alright." I kissed my mother.

"Hurry up..." my mother said softly.

"Okay."

When my wife returned, my mother and I were already dressed and separated.

I was a little worried because my mother had said she wanted to settle accounts with my wife in bed. But the two of them chatted and laughed, showing no sign of settling accounts, and my mother's smile seemed to carry a sense of superiority over her daughter-in-law, so I went to sleep reassured.

When I told her it was a success, my wife excitedly asked what had happened. I was too tired to talk about it and said I'd tell her tomorrow. She wouldn't let me sleep, tossing me half the night before I finally gleaned the gist of the story from my fragmented responses, and reluctantly drifted off to sleep.

I didn't get up until the sun was high in the sky. My wife and children were either at work or school, and for some reason, my wife didn't wake me.

I called my workplace first, and my supervisor said my wife had called to ask for leave, saying my mother was visiting and I needed to stay with her for the morning. I quickly agreed, thanking my supervisor.

After hanging up, I went to my daughter's room; my mother had slept there the night before.

Pushing open the door, I saw my mother, seemingly just having showered, wearing a towel and sitting at her vanity, combing her hair.

Seeing me in the mirror, she turned and smiled. I walked up behind her; a slight blush rose to her cheeks.

"Up so early?" I asked.

"Yes, not early," my mother's voice was so soft I almost didn't hear her.

I gently massaged her bare shoulders. My mother's delicate shoulders were still as smooth and supple as a young woman's. Looking down, the cleavage above the towel was clearly visible.

"Does it look good?" my mother asked me. Her hairstyle today was different from usual; her temples were slightly curved and hung down, covering half of one ear, making her look very youthful.

"It looks good." I cupped my mother's face and examined her in the mirror. My mother was embarrassed by my gaze, lowered her head, put down the comb, stood up to face me, and placed her hand in front of her abdomen. As soon as I hugged her, she immediately hugged me back.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen your mother before?"

"Hehe..."

"You naughty boy!"

I lowered my head and kissed her. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and parted her lips slightly.

"Mom can hardly breathe." After a passionate kiss, my mother moved her lips away, panting, and leaned against my shoulder like a little bird.

I put my arm around her waist, gently lifted the hem of her towel, and stroked her plump buttocks.

"What are you doing? Trying to be naughty again!" my mother scolded me.

"Hehe..." I chuckled, my hands reaching upwards, lifting my mother's bath towel. In the mirror, I could see her plump, white hips and legs.

"What's so interesting?" my mother scolded playfully.

"Hehe..." I untied the knot of my mother's bath towel, pulling out one breast to fondle. My mother accidentally dropped the towel. I freed one hand to pull down my pants.

"What are you doing?"

"Hehe..." I pushed my mother towards the bed.

"You're always grinning like that! You're such a rascal!"

Everyone had gone to work, and all around was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind and the melodious chirping of birds. The curtains fluttered slightly, sunlight casting shadows across the bed. It seemed as if only my mother and I existed in the world.

My mother stretched out her limbs, lying on the white sheets like a subject in an oil painting, letting me caress every part of her body, sucking on her brown nipples, her eyes closed in blissful ecstasy.

"Mmm...hum..." I rubbed my mother's wet vulva, and she began to moan and shift.

"Ah...dirty...no more..."

"It's alright, I like it this way." I kissed my mother's vulva, the dark pubic hair glistening with semen, like morning dew. This was the first time I had seen the cave where I was born.

After licking for a while, I stood up and brought my genitals close to my mother's face. She had obviously never done this with my father before. She held my penis, hesitated for a moment, and blushed. Finally, she opened her mouth and took my glans in.

The first time is never so smooth, but my mother was willing to "blowjob" for me, and I was satisfied.

I pulled out my penis, and my mother wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and laughed, "You young people...you have so many tricks..."

I carefully helped my mother lie down again, and I gently pressed down on her.

"Do we have any condoms at home?" my mother suddenly asked me.

"Yes, why?"

"Mom isn't completely clean yet, I'm afraid there might be a baby..." my mother said, blushing.

"We have some medicine at home, shall we take some later?" I said, and my mother didn't object.

It was a wonderful sexual encounter. I believe that communication between mother and son through genitals is the best.

During our intimacy, I told my mother everything that had happened at home. She was surprised and scolded me for my indiscretions. I smiled and kissed her, thrusting my penis in and out of her vagina a few times, reminding her that I had also been "indiscreet" with her. My mother sighed and forgave me. She had no choice but to forgive me.

When I returned home at noon, my wife was at the door. Seeing me, she said in surprise, "What? You weren't home with Mom? I called to ask for leave for you."

"Thank you," I smiled, "I spent some time with Mom before going to work."

As I entered, the house was filled with the aroma of food. My mother came out of the kitchen, smiling and inviting us to sit down and eat. She didn't look at us when she spoke, just smiled with her head down. Since

her children were eating at school, we were able to eat in peace. After the meal, Shurong said, "I've switched back to my company. You stay and chat with Mom for a while." She smiled meaningfully and left.

However, I didn't accept my wife's offer. After dinner, I chatted with my mother for a few minutes before returning to work. During our conversation, my mother expressed concern about the situation at home and hoped to end this chaotic situation.

I just smiled and didn't comment.

After staying for a month, once my daughter recovered, my mother said goodbye and returned to her hometown.

During this month, my mother was both happy and embarrassed. Caught between my wife and me every day, my daughter-in-law would often give her strange smiles, making her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

Although she had long suspected that my daughter-in-law was trying to set her up with her son's extramarital affair, she still didn't dare to face it. In addition, the occasional embarrassing incidents at home were the main reason for her hasty departures.

For example, sometimes she would find her daughter-in-law and grandson embracing and kissing passionately in a dark corner, or see her son putting his hand inside her granddaughter's skirt. I always talked about how Shurong was having affairs, but never mentioned my own relationship with my daughter, but my mother seemed to have noticed our abnormal relationship as well.

Sometimes, even in front of her mother, Shurong would sit on her son's lap and feed him mouth-to-mouth, making her mother very uncomfortable.

Jiamei was raised by her grandmother from a young age, and the grandmother and granddaughter had a very deep bond. However, when her mother asked Jiamei some questions, she didn't dare to answer.

A few months after returning home, her mother called to say that she was getting married. I was very happy to hear this and took leave to go back to my hometown to attend my mother's wedding.

At that time, people's thinking was still very conservative. It was a strange thing for a middle-aged woman whose children were all married to remarry, and the villagers wentssip about it.

The head of the neighborhood committee even said to me, "You should try to persuade your mother. She's getting on in years, sigh..."

I also pretended to be helpless and said, "Sigh, it's like the saying goes, 'If it's going to rain, it'll rain; if a mother wants to remarry, she'll remarry.' What can I do?"

The head of the neighborhood committee was truly at a loss for words when he heard this quote from Chairman Mao.

I guessed that during the month my mother stayed at my house, I had awakened her dormant sexual desire with my penis, so she couldn't resist getting married.

My mother married one of my distant cousins who had never been married before. This man was forty-seven years old this year, four years younger than my mother. He was tall, dark, and thin. Although he wasn't handsome, he seemed very energetic.

He initially thought I was there to hinder their marriage, but I was very happy to see that I was in favor and even brought generous gifts (most of which were from Manager Zhao).

The night before the wedding, my mother, as usual, returned to her own home to wait for the groom to come and pick her up the next day. I knew then that they had been living together for over a month.

After preparing the dowry, my mother and I sat down to chat. After a short while, I hugged her. My mother trembled slightly, as if trying to push me away, but without force. I began to kiss her, and she mumbled something, trying to avoid me, but eventually closed her eyes and let me carry her to bed.

Because the groom didn't have his own house, he would bring my mother to his home for the wedding, to receive congratulations from relatives and friends, and then move her back after the banquet—theoretically, this should be called a "reverse marriage."

Therefore, my mother's bed was arranged to resemble a wedding bed.

On this magnificent wedding bed, my mother and I sat within the traditional mandarin duck canopy, making love like a loving couple. Having developed a relationship that transcended mother-son, after being separated for several months, we felt as if we were newlyweds separated for a long time.

I joked that she had three men, what a lucky woman! My mother blushed and slapped me, telling me to shut up.

I laughed, hugged and kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth to silence her complaints, and caressed her smooth body.

As usual, my mother was aroused by my touch, moaning as she collapsed onto the bed, weakly spreading her legs, allowing me to insert my penis into her slightly loose vulva.

My mother and I held hands tightly; I pressed her hands onto the pillow, arched my back, and lightly touched her with only my genitals and mouth. My mother writhed beneath me like a worm, moaning.

Just as we were about to reach our ecstasy, we heard voices outside the window.

"This is the house."

"Oh, it's decorated quite beautifully."

"Seventy or eighty years old, and still wanting to remarry, really."

"Old womanizer."

"Ah, times have changed."

We were startled by these voices and stopped what we were doing. I could tell they were the women from next door

? They were conservatives, quite critical of my mother's remarriage.

Several old women chattered for a long time under my window, as if deliberately trying to provoke her.

I patiently resumed our intimacy. My mother, seemingly in a huff, welcomed my penetration.

Through the thin paper window, the conservatives vehemently criticized, while inside, my mother and I were intimately entwined. It was like a passerby outside the wall, a beauty laughing inside; the laughter faded, the sound disappeared, and the passionate heart was tormented by indifference!

"Hey, I think I heard something."

"What was that?"

"No way, the groom isn't here, his son is."

"Come on, it's getting late, stop arguing, it's awkward for the son."

The women grumbled and walked away. I held my mother tightly, ejaculating inside her…

Three

days later, I prepared to go home.

After my mother and stepfather saw me off at the station, my stepfather left early. My mother and I seemed…

Reluctant to part, she didn't get off even after the bus started moving.

"Driver, I need to get off," my mother said hastily as the bus started to move.

"Why aren't you getting off now!" the driver replied impatiently. "Wait for the next stop!"

Normally, my mother or I would argue with the driver, but today, we seemed quite happy about it, neither of us reacting, just smiling. The driver probably found it strange, and fearing we might dine and dash, he emphasized, "You absolutely must get off at the next stop!"

Half an hour later, the bus arrived at the neighboring county. My mother got off, and I got off to see her off, but she said no. I insisted, and she didn't object. Looking at the timetable, the bus back to the city after work wouldn't leave forty minutes later.

In the morning, because I was leaving, my mother was in a bad mood and didn't eat anything, and I didn't eat much either. Now it was almost noon, and we were both hungry, so we ate something at a small eatery near the station. After eating, we still had about twenty minutes, so we strolled around the streets.

It had been a long time since I'd gone shopping with my mother, and I found it very exciting. My mother was also very excited, pointing and gesturing. We passed a small inn without realizing it, and I suddenly suggested we go in and rest. My mother glanced at me, smiled, and said nothing. I went inside.

The inn was probably state-owned; the staff maintained their usual indifferent attitude towards customers. I had to take the initiative and ask, "Do you have any rooms available?"

"Yes."

"I'd like a room."

"We have single rooms, double rooms, and large rooms. Which do you want? Be clear! Honestly!"

"What kind of attitude is that?" Arguing is common when traveling. We exchanged a few words before finally getting a room. I had originally wanted to ask if I could rent it for twenty minutes, but seeing the situation, I figured it wouldn't make sense after the argument, so I paid for a day's room.

"Room number three on the second floor!" The clerk tossed the key on the counter and went back to eating sunflower seeds and reading a novel.

I took the key and looked back; my mother was still standing outside. She was wearing a blue-gray work uniform, carrying a small bag, and stood awkwardly by the door. Several idle old men playing cards kept glancing at her, making her even more uneasy.

"Someone's watching us," she whispered to me as I went to greet her. I looked around and said loudly, "Mom! Come in and rest! The car's still a while away." That "Mom" made our relationship clear, and no one around seemed to notice us anymore, so we went into the hotel. We went

upstairs, found our room, opened the door, went in, and closed it again. I turned around and saw my mother standing by the bed, her bag on the bedside table. I went over and took her hand. My mother gestured towards the window, which I saw was open.

Although there were low houses across the street, so I couldn't see inside, I still felt a little guilty. I walked to the window, about to close it, but then I saw several idle people looking up below, so I didn't dare close it again. I pretended to look at the scenery and then pulled back.

"What's wrong?" my mother asked softly.

"Someone's watching outside," I said.

"What should we do?" my mother asked, at a loss.

"Never mind them!" I hugged my mother and kissed her. My mother would occasionally steal glances out the window, but could see nothing but the rooftops across the street. The occasional passing car's white roof cast sunlight onto the ceiling.

A cacophony of voices mingled with the cries of vendors and the roar of engines, while the stench of rotting vegetables wafted from the small market. My mother and I embraced and kissed silently by the bedside.

I reached into my mother's bosom and touched her breasts, then tried to unbutton her clothes, but she stopped me. We stared at each other for a while, then my mother suddenly had an idea.

"Come, sit down." My mother sat on the edge of the bed, pulled me to sit beside her, then unbuttoned her clothes, loosened her bra straps, and pulled her bra out of her waistband.

I put one arm around my mother's waist and used the other to stroke her full breasts like milking a cow. After a few strokes, my mother became aroused, turned her body towards me, hooked her arms around my neck, closed her eyes and kissed me repeatedly, draping one thigh over my leg, and I took the opportunity to reach my hand under her skirt.

"No, don't." Just as I was about to take out my penis, my mother stopped me: "If someone sees..."

"No one..."

I whispered, and forcefully scratched my mother's vulva a few times. My mother rolled her eyes and said weakly, "Where should we go?"

I let go of her and pulled the sheet down to spread on the floor. "Is this better?" It was indeed good; the bed blocked the window, so even if someone climbed onto the roof, they wouldn't be able to see anything. My mother sat on the edge of the bed, blushing, without saying a word. I then lifted her onto the sheet.

"Don't take your clothes off..." my mother stopped me from undressing her.

"Is a skirt okay?" I asked. My mother didn't say anything, so I took off her skirt and underwear, helped her lie down, and pulled her bra and blouse down to her neck, exposing her breasts and entire genitals. Then I loosened my belt and pounced on my mother.

Bang bang bang! Someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Hot water!" the waitress answered impatiently. Less than five seconds later, she slammed the kettle down on the floor outside the door. "Come and get it yourself!" she said, and then went downstairs.

The waitress's harassment cooled my passion slightly, and I was no longer in a hurry to ejaculate. I took this opportunity to chat with my mother.

"Was it comfortable?" I asked.

"Hmm?" Mother answered with her eyes closed.

"How does it feel?"

"Hmm..." Mother smiled shyly, "Very fulfilling..."

I then asked Mother about the characteristics of the three men who had slept with her.

"Hmm... As for your dad, I didn't feel anything." She said, "As for you, it was pretty good."

"What about this one now?"

"He seemed to have been holding back for a long time, very forceful, a little painful, but it's okay." Mother stroked my body, "His skin is rough, not as smooth as yours, it feels comfortable to touch."

"Anything else?"

"Also, well, he's not as considerate as you..."

I kicked off my pants and sat up, pulling Mother onto my lap, "Who do you like to do it with?"

"Need I say more?" Mother looked at me tenderly, kissed me, and pressed her face against my head. I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth, and she shuddered.

"What's wrong?"

"Ah...ah...it's hitting the spot...ah..." Mother suddenly moaned absentmindedly, her eyes looking up at the sky, her hands flailing wildly. I knew Mother was having an orgasm, so I tightened my grip on her waist and thrust hard into her vagina.

"Ah...ah...ooh...coming, coming...ooh..." My mother trembled all over, hugging me tightly, her vagina convulsing. My heart skipped a beat, and I ejaculated.

"So hot, so, so hot...so hot..." My mother's voice grew softer and softer as she lost consciousness in my arms.

After resting for a while, I climbed off my mother's naked body with satisfaction and pulled my penis out of her vagina. Watching my semen flow from my mother's vaginal opening, I felt extremely satisfied.

My mother probably felt empty and immediately closed her legs and turned to her side.

"Mom, it's time to go." I put on my pants. "

Let Mom lie down for a while," my mother said weakly.

I found some toilet paper and used my mother's underwear to wipe away the semen, then threw it on her stomach and told her to put her underwear on.

My mother sat up with difficulty and put on her underwear. She was fine when she was lying down, but when she sat up, the fat on her lower abdomen bulged out and hung down to her waistband. She reached for the dress on the bed, and I took it from her, threw it in her face, and watched her put it on.

"Let's go."

"Sit a little longer, Mom's legs are weak."

"We're going to miss our train, let's go."

"Could you help me fasten it?" My mother turned around, and I helped her fasten her bra. She took a mirror out of her bag to look at herself.

"Okay, stop looking, my hair isn't messy." After ejaculating, I was a little impatient with my mother, just wanting to get rid of her quickly. "

Okay, just a minute." My mother smoothed her hair, stuffed the mirror into her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and quickly caught up with me, grabbing my arm. I nudged her ribs and said, "What are you doing? Aren't you afraid someone will see?" My mother quickly moved a certain distance away from me, and then I opened the door and went out.

"Hey? You're not staying?"

"We have to catch our train!" I said as I walked.

"Wait a minute, we need to check the rooms." The clerk stood up.

I suddenly felt a little scared because the sheets were still carelessly thrown on the bed, with a large patch of my mother's underwear soaked in the middle. What would happen if the clerk saw it?

"Alright, alright, go ahead and go." I pretended nothing was wrong and sat on the bench by the counter. An old man was smoking his pipe with his legs crossed. I borrowed a light from him and lit a cigarette.

The clerk, fooled by my bluff, went upstairs without worry. I chatted with the old man for a bit, checked my watch, and exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, the bus is about to leave, Mom, let me see you off." Before leaving, I turned back to the old man and said, "Thank you, sir."

The old man stepped aside and said, "You're welcome, come again next time."

After seeing my mother off, I took another bus and arrived home seven hours later.

The lights were on, and loud music was playing. I took out my key, opened the door, and went inside.

The TV was on in the living room, and music was playing, but no one was there. I heard my wife laughing from my son's room, so I put down my luggage and went over.

The door was ajar, and I saw a naked young man and woman kissing. The young man was my son, A-Ren, sitting on a stool in front of his desk. The young woman was my wife, Shu-Rong, sitting on my son's lap. My son kissed her neck, and she giggled.

Seeing this, I stepped back out and knocked heavily on the door a few times. A soft scream came from inside, and then I pushed the door open and went back in.

"Laughing so loudly, aren't you afraid someone will hear?" I scolded my wife.

My son was hopping on one foot, frantically putting on his pants by the bedside. My wife, flustered, covered her chest with the sheet and huddled in the corner between the table and the wardrobe.

"You idiot! You didn't even call when you got back!" Seeing it was me, my wife playfully hit my shoulder, "You scared me to death!" My son took the opportunity to run away. As

soon as my son left, my wife resumed her virtuous and considerate demeanor, softly asking me, "Have you eaten?"

I shook my head.

"I'll make you something." With that, she picked up her nightgown from the bed, put it on, and gracefully walked out.

I went to the living room, watched TV for a while, and then the phone rang. I went to answer it.

"Are you home?" It was my mother's voice.

"Yes." Remembering how reluctant my mother was to leave yesterday, I felt a surge of desire, and my voice softened again.

After talking about the trip for a while, the mother suddenly lowered her voice and said, "There was almost an accident last night..."

"What happened?"

"He wanted me to do it when he brought you back last night... You know, my pants were dirty, it scared me to death."

"Why didn't you say you'd take a shower first?"

"That's what I said, otherwise it would have been troublesome."

At this point, I heard someone talking next to my mother, and she changed the subject.

I hung up the phone and turned around to see my wife behind me: "Oh, what are you doing?"

My wife chuckled: "Dinner's ready, let's eat."

While eating, my wife rested her chin on her hand and looked at me with a smile, asking softly: "Have you had a chance to do it with Mom these past few days?"

"No." I said deliberately.

"I don't believe you!" My wife was eager to expose me.

"Okay, we did it."

"How many times?"

"Three times."

"Tsk tsk..."

"What tsk?"

"Are you the groom or who?" My wife laughed: "Too many, isn't it?"

I told my wife about what happened at the train station, and she listened with great interest, occasionally slipping her hand under her nightgown and scratching herself, pressing me about my mother's sexual preferences.

"I can't explain it." I said impatiently.

"What do you mean you can't explain? Hurry up and tell me, or I won't tell you anymore!" my wife urged.

"Let me finish eating first!"

"Oh, okay." My wife stopped asking questions and watched me eat, but after a while she couldn't help herself again.

"Is Mom's hole deep?"

"The same as mine."

"Hehe, no wonder Mom likes doing it with you."

"Really? Xiao Zhao's thing is probably about the same size as yours."

"Yeah!" My wife deliberately teased me, "It's much longer than yours, unlike you, you can't even scratch the itch, it's so frustrating!"

I pretended to be angry and didn't say anything, then my wife smiled and comforted me.

After dinner, my wife cleared the dishes to wash them, and I followed her to the kitchen and asked, "Where's Jia Mei?"

"At Xiao Zhao's house." My wife seemed a little unhappy when she mentioned our daughter. If I asked further, my wife sighed and told me about recent events.

Ever since my wife helped her lover seduce our daughter, Zhao's feelings have leaned towards our daughter.

Although, every time Zhao wanted to rape my daughter, he always had to go through Shu Rong. Shurong would personally bring her daughter to Zhao's house every time, personally undressing her and offering her to Zhao's bed for him to sexually assault, all to win her lover's favor.

She often acted as a companion between her lover and daughter, but whenever her daughter was present, Zhao would only occasionally have sex with her, merely as a formality or to create an atmosphere.

"Lately, he always ejaculates inside Jiamei, never me," my wife said.

Overcome with sadness, she buried her face in my chest and cried:

"You know, I love him, I love him so much. He said he wanted to sleep with my own daughter, and I helped him. But once he got her, he left me hanging... Waaah... You men, I hate you all!"

As she cried, she pinched me hard, practically treating me like Zhao. I could only comfort her, lifting her robe and touching her buttocks.

We hadn't had sex in a long time. Tonight, seeing my beloved wife facing abandonment by her lover, and hearing her cries, I didn't know whether to feel jealousy or excitement. Anyway, I picked her up and took her to the room, and started having sex with her.

My wife kept nagging and complaining while we were having sex until 10:30 when someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Dad, it's me." It was my daughter.

"Come in!"

"Dad, when did you get back? Mom, Uncle Zhao wants you to work overtime tonight."

"Tell him to go to hell!" my wife said angrily. A moment later

, the phone rang, and before I could even reach for it, my wife grabbed it.

"Go to hell!" she shouted into the phone, "I'm busy!" Her voice dropped eight octaves.

Ten minutes later, she started swaying her hips from side to side, cooing, "You're so bad, I hate you!" Ugh, so cheesy!

As soon as she hung up, she turned to me and said in a sweet voice, "Honey, I have to work overtime tonight..."

"Okay." I waved.

Watching my wife excitedly change clothes, put on makeup, and hum a song, as happy as if it were a holiday, I felt terrible!

"Honey, I'm going now, you should go to sleep early." My wife left with a seductive air, leaving me alone in bed.

The living room light was still on. I went out and saw my daughter still sitting on the sofa watching TV.

She was wearing a white miniskirt, revealing her long, slender, and full thighs. I walked up to her and squatted down.

"Dad, what are you trying to do now?" she asked, looking at me with a pouty, reproachful expression. Her voice was incredibly alluring.

I smiled, looked at her, and then at her thighs.

"You're so annoying!" she scolded, tapping my forehead with her index finger before pulling my head into her arms.

I smiled, stroking her smooth thighs and kissing her half-exposed breasts beneath her open neckline.

It was almost midnight. I picked up my daughter's underwear from the floor beside the bed, wiped her genitals and thighs, cleaned my own penis, and embraced her naked body. I yawned and was about to go to sleep when the phone rang again.

"Hello?"

"Husband~~~" came my wife's sweet voice.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm not going back to sleep tonight... Ah... Ah..." The sound of flesh hitting flesh.

"Okay."

"Oh... I'm dead... Beep beep beep beep..."

I looked at the microphone, put it aside, turned around and kissed my daughter's pink breasts, sighed, and closed my eyes.

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