Son sleeps with stepmother

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I, Zhang Ming, am 40 years old and a middle school vice principal. My current wife, Li Ling, is 34 years old and a high school teacher and colleague. Our son, Zhang Feng, is 16 years old and in his first year of high school.

I divorced my ex-wife, Wang Lan, in 2000, and our son stayed with her. Because we live and work in different cities, I haven't seen my son for a long time. Although I invite him to visit every holiday, and he is willing, his mother always tries to stop me. She believes I abandoned them and harbors deep hatred for my current wife, Li Ling, believing she destroyed our original family. Therefore, we can never go.

This summer, I invited my son again, and this time they both happily agreed. Mainly, as my son grows older and becomes more difficult to manage, they want me to fulfill my responsibilities as a father. She also feels that she hasn't seen him since, except in photos.

When I picked up my son at the station, I almost didn't recognize him. After several years, he had grown to 1.75 meters tall, though his skin was slightly dark and he was rather thin. When we got home, my wife had already prepared a sumptuous dinner. Because my son looks like me, she adored him, constantly putting food on his plate. My son, being very sweet, kept thanking her.

After dinner, my son took a bath, I watched TV, and my wife washed the dishes. After my son finished bathing, my wife, tired from a long day, went to the bathroom to shower. Since my son had just arrived, I showed him around our house. As we passed the bathroom, I noticed him glancing inside, because I could see my wife showering through the semi-transparent door. I pretended not to see. When we got to the master bathroom, he strained his ears to listen to the sound of water in the adjacent bathroom, and kept peeking through the windows in the walls between the two bathrooms. Because the windows were high, he could only see the ceiling of the adjacent bathroom. Of course, if he had a stool, it would have been much clearer, and the plastic stool I use to put the phone by the bed in my master bedroom was just right. Judging from his subsequent behavior, he must have noticed this too.

Here I want to talk about the design of our two bathrooms. The master bathroom is by the window and connects to the guest bathroom. There was space for a window on the upper part of the wall between them. During the renovation, my wife insisted on sealing it off, which I strongly opposed, arguing that it would result in poor lighting and ventilation. The real reason, of course, is obvious to everyone: I've had countless voyeuristic views through that window (made of two panes of glass that can be opened). Let me put it this way: almost every woman who has showered in my house has been subject to my lecherous gaze. Of course, the women in my wife's family have been the ones I've seen the most, and this has led to my most obscene sexual acts—but that's another story.

After looking through the rooms, I asked my son to come with me to the living room to watch TV. He said he wanted to chat with his classmates online and went into the computer room (next to the guest bathroom). I didn't think much of it and went to watch TV. After watching for a while, my wife called me. I went to the bathroom door and asked her what she was doing. I hurried over, and when I passed the computer room, I saw the computer was on, but my son wasn't there. I asked what she was doing, and she asked me to get her some new underwear. I went to the master bedroom and found her sitting on the edge of the bed watching TV, looking clearly uncomfortable. I said, "Weren't you playing on the computer?" She said her classmate wasn't online, so she came to watch TV. I told her to go to the living room, as her aunt was coming over to change clothes, so she went to the living room. Just then, I noticed that the phone, which had been on the stool by the bed, was now on the bed, and the stool wasn't in its original place either; it had clearly been moved. I immediately understood everything. He must have taken the stool to spy on his aunt. When he heard me coming, he panicked and didn't have time to put the stool back. But I wasn't angry at all; I even felt a vague sense of anticipation. That night, the drinking atmosphere was lively, and my wife, in a good mood, drank freely. When we got home, she was completely disoriented, and it took me a lot of effort to get her home. When we entered, my son was online. Seeing that my wife's aunt was about to collapse, he offered to help her. I turned to close the door, and as I turned back, I noticed his hand was intentionally or unintentionally supporting one of my wife's breasts. I said, "Let me," and he let go. I carried my wife to the bed; she was already asleep. Looking at her adorable, slightly drunk state, a wicked thought suddenly popped into my head. I stripped her down to just her white underwear. Looking at her flushed skin and her high, heaving breasts, I really wanted to have sex with her, but I restrained myself, because the best was yet to come. Because it was hot, I only covered my wife's stomach, leaving her white breasts and thighs exposed. Then I turned on the wall lamp and left the door wide open. I went to the living room and told my son I was going out to play cards and might be back late, so he shouldn't lock the door. I also told him to take good care of my aunt. After going down two flights of stairs, I quietly returned. From the outside, I saw the living room light was off; I knew the show was about to begin.

I opened the door silently. The living room was dark, except for a soft red light coming from the cracks in the master bedroom. I tiptoed to close the door, while simultaneously opening the bedroom door a little wider. What I saw inside was a lewd scene: my son was on top of my wife, one hand squeezing and kneading her breasts, shaping them into various forms and occasionally stretching the nipples. At the same time, he was sucking on her other breast, while two fingers of his other hand were going in and out of her vagina, the vaginal fluid making his fingers glisten. He even obscenely put his fingers into my wife's mouth, making her taste them. As he left her breasts, he continued to humiliate her, saying, "This slut really has the figure. No wonder Dad likes you. This time I'm going to enjoy myself properly, that's how I'll do right by Mom and Dad!" Under his invasive torment, my wife's body responded, and she involuntarily let out moans. This further aroused my son. He suddenly stood up, his back to me, and sat on my wife's breasts (he dared not put his full weight on her for fear of waking her or hurting her). He placed his thick, dark, shiny penis, with prominent veins, near my wife's mouth, pried her mouth open with his hand, and slowly inserted it. At that moment, he was so excited that his whole body trembled, and he involuntarily let out a satisfied groan. Because his penis was so large, it filled my wife's mouth completely, turning her dimples into two large indentations. After a short pause, he began thrusting into his wife's mouth like a vagina, about a hundred times. He was on the verge of ejaculation when he suddenly increased the speed of his thrusts. Suddenly, I saw him tightly embrace his wife's head and insert his enormous penis all the way in, definitely deep into her throat. His wife made a muffled sound. At this point, he didn't care about anything else. I saw his whole body begin to throb, his buttocks tense. About a minute later, he finished ejaculating, but he was still reluctant to completely withdraw his gradually softening penis. Instead, afraid his wife would be caught, he pulled back slightly until it was completely soft before reluctantly withdrawing. At this point, his wife's mouth was full of semen, and he even brazenly smeared it all over her face with his hand. My wife stared blankly and helplessly (don't say I'm exaggerating, my wife really is like that; when she drinks a certain amount, she doesn't know anything anymore, and that's how she lost her virginity. Her little anus, which she usually never lets me touch, was also opened by me this way). My son, exhausted, lay down next to his wife, caressing her breasts while stroking his now-soft penis with his hand, sighing, "So good! If I'd known Daddy was this good, I would have come sooner!" Being young, his penis soon became hard again. He knelt between his wife's legs, placed a pillow under her buttocks, hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, and grabbed one of her breasts in each hand, playing with them to his heart's content. His tongue began to lick his wife's genitals. Because he was blocking my view, I couldn't see the specifics of her genitals from my angle, but judging from the constant moans of pleasure coming from her mouth, she was thoroughly enjoying herself, indicating that my son's tongue skills were quite good. Then I saw my son take something from beside my wife's pillow, something like a very thin thread. He leaned down again under my wife's vagina, using one hand to spread her vulva and carefully search for something.

Suddenly, he shouted excitedly, as if he had discovered a new continent, "Here it is!" I saw him insert the thread into the area below my wife's clitoris. Suddenly, a strange sight appeared: my wife cried out, and a jet of water shot into the air. This kid was ruthless; he had inserted it into her urethra. My son was caught off guard by this situation, but he was quick-witted. He immediately used his mouth to catch the urine. Because there was so much, he took my wife's underwear from the bedside table and covered her genitals with it. Then he pinched my wife's mouth shut and passed all the urine to her. To make my wife swallow his urine, he even pinched her throat until she swallowed it all. Only then did he release his mouth and remove her soaked underwear. A moment later, he sat on his wife's stomach, pressing her breasts together to create a deep cleavage. He then placed his engorged penis in the cleavage and slid it up and down, occasionally putting it into his wife's mouth, enjoying himself so much he lost his senses. After about five minutes, he retreated to the foot of the bed, lifted his wife's legs onto his shoulders again, spread her vulva with one hand, and guided his penis with the other, thrusting it all the way into her already wet and sticky vulva. To increase the pleasure, he lifted his wife's buttocks off the bed and began to thrust quickly and urgently. Watching his son's thick penis going in and out of his wife's vulva, her vulva being pulled in and out, her perineum and anus glistening with vaginal fluid, I felt immense stimulation! He thrust about a hundred times.

He had a new trick up his sleeve. He pressed his hand against his wife's anus, and thanks to the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, he quickly inserted his middle finger, then two, then three, until finally all four fingers, except for his thumb, were inside her anus! The discomfort caused his wife to react, struggling to escape his ravaging hands, but this only increased his pleasure. When he was about to give in, he flipped her over, making her lie face down on the bed. Her sensuality was now fully revealed: a slender waist above round, pert buttocks, a perfect curve that was breathtaking.

He parted her buttocks from behind and began licking them up and down. I couldn't see exactly which part he was licking, but I was certain he didn't miss her anus or vagina. His hands weren't idle either; one hand reached to her breasts to fondle them, while the other plucked her pubic hair and occasionally pinched and stimulated her vagina. During this process, my penis was rock hard, and I really wanted to join in, but I had to restrain myself, so I just watched and masturbated. About ten minutes later, he was finally ready to commit the ultimate act of humiliation.

He stood behind his wife, held her buttocks with both hands, and thrust his rock-hard penis into her vagina in one go. Then he began to thrust freely, slapping her big white buttocks as he did so, and pressing her buttocks down to sway from side to side to increase the friction between her vagina and penis. His wife could only let him do as he pleased! After a while, he became interested in his wife's anus and inserted a finger again, so that he was using both of his wife's holes at the same time. I could hardly hold back anymore. Because this position was less strenuous, he only managed about 200 thrusts before pulling his penis out. He then pressed it against his wife's anus, grabbing each of her dangling breasts. Using the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, he thrust his hips forward, and his enormous penis plunged into her anus. The force of the movement finally woke his wife, who first let out a deafening scream, followed by a reflexive struggle. But her son's strong hands held her buttocks firmly, rendering her futile. Turning around and seeing her son, she struggled even more fiercely, crying, "Feng, you can't! I'm your aunt!" Her son ignored her, saying, "Aunt? I'm doing it to you! Who told you to steal my dad?" Hearing her son mention her father, his wife seemed to have found a savior, hurriedly saying, "Let me go, or I'll tell your dad." Her son calmly replied, "Go ahead and tell him. I'll just say you opened the bedroom door, took off your clothes, and seduced me in bed. Let's see who he believes then." The wife was stunned. Her struggles lessened, but her anus was so swollen that she begged for mercy, crying, "Feng, Auntie can't take it anymore! What will it take for you to let me go?" Hearing his wife's pleas, the son became even more smug. "You said yourself that I'm a whore, a sex slave to us father and son, and that every part of my body belongs to us!" The wife could only swallow her humiliation and say, "I am a whore, a sex slave to you father and son. Every part of my body belongs to you father and son. You can do whatever you want with me!" As she spoke, she became even more humiliated, tears streaming down her face. The son still wouldn't let her go and made her call him "husband." The wife could only softly call him "husband." At this point, my son was also trembling with excitement. He immediately pulled out his penis, turned my wife over, pinched her mouth shut, and forced his penis, which was about to ejaculate, back in. My wife made a soft "hmm" sound and began to swallow. About 20 seconds later, my son ejaculated. He slowly pulled out his penis and demanded that my wife swallow all of his semen, then rubbed it all over her face.

By this time, I was extremely excited and couldn't wait to get to it, so I had to let them finish. I quietly left the door and started ringing the doorbell. About two minutes later, my son opened the door for me. My wife was taking a shower in the bathroom. I didn't ask her anything, only saying that I hadn't enjoyed playing cards and had forgotten my keys. My son took the opportunity to slip into the computer room and close the door. I told him to go to bed early and then rushed into the dormitory, stripped naked, and ran to the public bathroom as fast as I could, opening the door and slipping inside. My mother-in-law quickly gestured for her son to be there, but I didn't care. I rushed over and pinned her against the wall, my hands heading straight for her breasts. Using the bath soap on her body, I easily inserted my penis into her vagina. The thought of my son's semen inside made my penis as hard as an iron rod, thrusting and pounding wildly inside. My wife, feeling guilty, had no choice but to comply and turned to kiss me. This further aroused my lust. After more than 100 thrusts, I was almost unable to hold back. I paused briefly, poured some bath soap onto my fingers, and pressed them against my wife's anus. Because she had just been violated by my son, my wife's anus was relatively loose, and I easily inserted my middle finger. I kept adding fingers, eventually inserting three. My wife only dared to make soft protests. I held her breast with one hand and stimulated her anus with the other, while thrusting into her vagina again. Just before ejaculating, I withdrew my hand and penis simultaneously, then quickly inserted my penis into her anus. Thanks to the three fingers from before, entry was very easy this time, but it was immediately gripped tightly by her rectum, so pleasurable I almost came immediately. I steadied myself and began thrusting rapidly. Last time I did anal sex with my wife, it was when she was drunk and unconscious, like fucking a dead person. This time, I was going to enjoy it properly. Anal sex feels so good; the tightness is unmatched by any virgin's vagina. Furthermore, the greatest pleasure of anal sex lies in the psychological sense of conquest. Watching my wife's pained expression and her deliberately pleading movements as she arched her back, the satisfaction was indescribable! Because it was so stimulating, I only lasted less than 100 thrusts before ejaculating. Even after I finished, I didn't want to pull out my penis until it was completely soft. Then my wife knelt down and took the penis, which I had just pulled from her anus, into her mouth, licking it clean. I told her to rinse her mouth before we took a nice bath together. Afterwards, I peeked outside to make sure our son wasn't there, then carried my wife to the bedroom.

Turning on the light, I found the bed a mess, with a large urine stain on the sheet. I deliberately asked my wife what happened, and she said coquettishly, "You know I drank too much!" I said, "At your age, you still pee?" This made her blush, and she shyly leaned her head against me. We tidied the bed together and then fell asleep in each other's arms.

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