Visiting my mature female sex partner's house again

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Of all the mature female casual sex partners I've had, Sister Nan is my favorite. Our relationship has lasted for three years, and it looks like it will continue. In those three years, we've tried countless things: hotel rooms, outdoor sex in parks, trysts at my place, sex in the woods near her son's school, and even taking calls from her husband while we're having sex. I'm young and strong, and she's incredibly sexually driven. The age gap of over ten years allows her to be emotionally accepting and not conservative sexually, giving me a wonderful experience of being both a mother and a wife.

This summer, I visited Sister Nan's house for the first time. To avoid suspicion, I went with three of her colleagues. Sister Nan's husband happened to be away, and she arranged for her colleagues to play cards. The youngest colleague and Sister Nan's son even took my car out for some fresh air. Finally, we enjoyed a passionate sexual encounter in the bathroom on the second floor of Sister Nan's house. To further enhance the experience, Sister Nan even gave me oral sex in her son's room, swallowing all of my semen.

My memories at Sister Nan's house were certainly pleasant, and I took the opportunity to invite Sister Nan and her son to my home for two days and two nights. We visited several scenic spots and took many photos. On the night before we left, Sister Nan's son, perhaps sensing the ambiguous relationship between me and his mother, became depressed and ended up getting completely drunk. Perhaps due to the unfamiliar environment, Sister Nan first had sex with me in the hotel bathroom, and later I dragged her to the room and had sex with her again next to her son. This experience of sleeping with someone else's mother in public made me exceptionally vigorous, and I ended up filling Sister Nan's body with semen. Sister Nan had an IUD inserted a long time ago and had it replaced last year, so I could ejaculate inside her without any worries when we were together. Her only requirement for me was to pay attention to my personal hygiene and to use condoms with other women.

However, there are always trade-offs. Sister Nan was angry the next morning because she felt that I shouldn't have humiliated her in front of her son. Although she also found it very exciting, with a lot of vaginal lubrication and great passion, she still felt guilty in front of her son, feeling that she wasn't a good mother. If her son woke up halfway through, she would completely lose her dignity as a mother. Sister Nan is definitely a virtuous wife and loving mother, an ordinary middle-aged housewife, and perhaps it's because of this quality that I'm so fond of her. Of course, I'm also sure Sister Nan is just temporarily embarrassed. For example, last time Sister Nan and I went to the orange grove outside her son's university campus for some fun, Sister Nan was initially hesitant, but after we finished, when I said we could come again next time, she readily agreed. She insisted it had to be during her son's vacation time; firstly, her son wouldn't be at school, and secondly, there would be no students at the school, so the chances of getting caught would be small.

After two days of fun, I had to drive Sister Nan and her son home. Just like on the way there, I drove on the highway, and her son drove the other sections. While Sister Nan's son was driving, although Sister Nan and I were sitting in the back seat, Sister Nan was only focused on chatting with her son or playing on her phone, and she didn't give me a friendly look. Sister Nan's son didn't know what his mother and I were arguing about, but seeing us starting to drift apart, he was happy to see it.

Since Sister Nan's son ignored me, I had no choice but to chat with someone else. First, I logged into my main QQ account and sent photos to Sister Nan's husband. He had already seen the photos of Sister Nan and me at the scenic spot, including two rather explicit ones. In one, I had my arm around Sister Nan's waist, my hand touching her breast; in the other, the three of us—Sister Nan, her son, and me—stood in a row, with me and her son on either side, her son with his arm around her neck, while my hand was hidden behind her, secretly touching her buttocks. Sister Nan's husband had long encouraged her to engage in wife-swapping, but eventually, she drifted apart from him. After meeting me, she poured all her affections into me; in the past year, I, her "younger husband," had slept with her more times than her legal husband.

After sending the scenic photos, I started sending other photos of Sister Nan, beginning with a picture of her dancing in a thermal undershirt, her face blurred. Her husband didn't recognize her and asked who she was. I said, "This is an older woman I slept with, about the same age as my sister-in-law. What do you think?" "Nice figure, right? Big breasts, plump ass, and a tight pussy. It'd be really fun to fuck her." When Nan's husband heard me say that the woman in the photo was about the same age as his wife, he understood. I was just subtly telling him the truth: his wife had indeed been fucked by me, and he was being cuckolded.

Actually, I could sense some of Nan's husband's psychology. Since he was willing to try wife-swapping, he naturally had a cuckoldry complex. So, he had a certain psychological tolerance for the fact that I had cheated on him. However, he didn't want me to be involved in his family life for a long time. Moreover, I was close to his wife and son, and he felt that his position as the pillar of the family and head of the household was being challenged. Therefore, he was quite wary of me. But because of his cuckoldry complex, he didn't have the guts to completely break off with me.

I understood his psychology, so I naturally knew what to do. I continued to message Nan's husband: "How about it? I'll go fuck this slut with you, are you interested?" Nan's husband got excited immediately. Really? Would she agree? Nan's husband not only encouraged her to engage in wife-swapping but also suggested a threesome, but Nan refused.

"It's okay, I'll handle the work; she'll agree." I sent Nan's husband several photos of Nan in lingerie. She was wearing various lingerie I bought, striking different alluring poses. One photo showed her in a black lace thong, a small piece of fabric covering her full vulva, with black pubic hair peeking out, looking exceptionally lewd. Nan has a mole below her breasts, which further convinced her husband that these blurred photos were of his wife. Nan's husband was furious. He and Nan were already sleeping in separate rooms; Nan refused to let him into bed. Having sex with his wife with me might be his only way to have sex with her, but to have sex with his wife without her lover's consent—was there any justice in this world?

Did I have any nude photos? Nan's husband was naturally worried that I had nude photos of his wife. No, the lingerie photos are the most revealing, and I even blurred them. I have to protect her privacy, and I won't post her photos on the forum. I don't know why, but Nan's husband trusts me a lot. Maybe it's because he met me once last morning, and he actually knows a little about me. If I didn't fully trust Nan, I wouldn't have arranged for her and her son to travel to my hometown, and even arranged for my mother to have dinner with them.

Does her husband agree? Nan's husband is still pretending not to know. Although he has recognized Nan, he hasn't said anything. Perhaps this psychological humiliation gives him greater pleasure. Of course, it's also possible that Nan's husband is trying to maintain his dignity. It's okay, I've slept with this woman hundreds of times. Her vagina is full of my semen. When her husband calls her, she even licks my penis. Nan's husband is silent. Perhaps he's thinking that when he called Nan, she was cheating on him with me.

Then why is she willing to have sex with you? Nan's husband asked the question that had been bothering him. Well, her husband is a bit overweight, his penis isn't good, not hard enough, and doesn't last long. My reply probably drove Nan's husband crazy. What could be more humiliating than his wife telling his lover that his penis is no good? Nan's husband seemed unconvinced, "Then your penis must be very big?" I didn't say anything, but directly sent a picture of my genitals. I'm on the thin side and not very tall, but my penis is indeed exceptionally well-endowed. Perhaps it's genetic; my dad is about 1.7 meters tall, and he still manages to have his friend's wife completely submissive. Nan herself admitted that my penis is bigger, longer, and harder than her husband's. After seeing the picture, Nan's husband immediately shut up. After

logging into my main QQ account, I logged into my secondary account and sent two cuckold stories, "The Cheating Mother" and "Childhood Memories: The Cheating Mother's Desire," to Nan's son's email. There was also a friend request on my secondary account; Nan's son wanted to add me as a friend, and I accepted.

Once we got on the highway, I used the restroom at a service area. I checked my phone and found that Nan Jie's son had immediately added me on his alternate account. He messaged me, "Brother, why did you send me those pictures?" Back in my hometown, I sent Nan Jie's son a set of pictures of mature women in a 4P scene. "Do you like these pictures?" I didn't answer directly. "Yes, I've gotten hard several times already." "Besides the photos, you also have novels in your email. Take a look, and tell me your feelings after you've read them. As for why, I'll explain later. Anyway, I won't harm you." I'd mentioned before that Nan Jie's son has a mother complex. He's a freshman in college and still sleeps in the same bed as his mother, even though they have two blankets. But two blankets at home? It's not appropriate in a hotel, is it? On Nan Jie's last night in my hometown, I booked a double room for them. Because he was drunk, my mother and Nan Jie carried him upstairs. Once in the room, I helped Nan Jie undress her son until he was only wearing his underwear. After Nan and I finished having sex, she changed into her pajamas and went to bed without even wearing a bra. Drunk people sober up quickly. When Nan's son woke up and found his mother sleeping in the same bed with him, her pajamas disheveled, and her bra on the bedside table, he really wouldn't touch her inappropriately? I don't believe it. He's not a saint; at least he'd masturbate while looking at his mother's breasts.

If Nan's son has a mother complex and even wants more intimate physical contact with his mother—not necessarily penetration, but things like mutual caressing or oral sex—then okay, he can take his mother away from me. Because Nan has no attachment to her husband, but she loves her son dearly. If she wants to end my casual sex relationship with his mother, then he must completely replace me.

If he doesn't dare to have incest with his mother, then he can only develop a cuckolding relationship, helplessly watching me be intimate with his mother. The husband is a philanderer, the son is a philanderer, the whole family are cuckolds, so it's not impossible for me to have sex with Sister Nan in front of her son and husband. If I went that far, I wouldn't be just visiting Sister Nan's house, but would be entering her home and becoming the sole male head of the household. And all of this would be due to Sister Nan's son's own choice.

After exiting the highway, Sister Nan's son was driving, and Sister Nan was playing Happy Landlord on her iPhone. I immediately sat down next to her, my legs pressed against hers, ostensibly to instruct her on how to play Happy Landlord, but in reality, to openly take advantage of her. My left hand was on Sister Nan's back, touching her buttocks, my middle finger hooking her butt crack. Sister Nan's face turned bright red; she didn't know I was so bold, daring to molest her from behind while her son was driving. Sister Nan's son saw my actions through the rearview mirror, remaining silent, perhaps sulking. Perhaps because my attention was focused on Sister Nan's buttocks, she was quickly eliminated. Sister Nan pushed me aside, saying, "Move over a bit. With you teaching me, I'll lose even faster." My hand was already inside Sister Nan's panties, my middle finger almost inside her anus. Sister Nan and her husband had tried anal sex, but I wasn't very interested in backdoor sex, so the area around her anus was a little dark; her chrysanthemum was actually quite pretty. Seeing

me sit down, Sister Nan's son breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother, we're in the district now, you drive. I'm a little tired." Sister Nan's son was probably afraid I'd be inappropriate with his mother again? Kid, you're too naive. If you weren't in the car, your mother would be sitting in the passenger seat, leaning on my lap, licking my penis—she'd be willing to do it. She's probably had countless car sex experiences. It's not that she isn't promiscuous, she's just reserved in front of her son. Once

we entered the district, it was quick to get to Sister Nan's house; we arrived around noon. Sister Nan's husband hadn't gone out to work; he was waiting at home for Sister Nan to come back. He was probably afraid his wife would run off with me.

When we got home, Nan's husband looked at me with a complicated expression. He asked Nan to prepare lunch, saying he wanted me to stay and thank me for taking care of his wife. Nan's son was unhappy, feeling his father was inviting trouble. I, however, didn't care how sincere Nan's husband was and readily agreed. Nan's husband hadn't expected me to be so blunt, taking his wife out for two days and then expecting him to treat me to a meal as a thank you. Thank you for what? Thank you for having sex with his wife, for making her vagina loose, for biting her nipples black, for rubbing her buttocks bigger? Nan's husband had no choice but to have his son buy a case of Snow Beer and some beef and pig ears from the village deli, planning to have a good drink with me. There were five

of us at lunch: Nan's mother-in-law, Nan, her husband, her son, and me—the whole family and me, an outsider. The old lady, who disliked the heat, finished eating first and went to the small room at the back of the house to listen to opera. Nan's husband pulled me into a drink, and even opened a bottle for his son, asking him to toast me and call me "Uncle." His son was reluctant. Nan's husband slapped his son on the head, saying, "He calls your mom 'Sister,' and me 'Big Brother,' so why don't you call him 'Uncle'? Call him 'Brother,' then aren't you my generation?" Only then did Nan's son reluctantly call me "Uncle." I downed my drink in one gulp. Looking at Nan's son, I thought, "After all, I'm the man who slept with your mother; calling me 'Uncle' is only fair."

Actually, I understood Nan's son's dilemma, much like my mother's mahjong partner, Uncle Qin. We've always had a good relationship, even played basketball together. He's not even thirty, and I was in high school then, yet I was reluctant to call him "Uncle." Ever since I saw him touching my mother's butt in the store, I haven't given Uncle Qin a friendly look. I don't want to call him "Uncle," not even "Brother." My mother always says I'm impolite and don't like to greet people. Nan's son saw me touching his mother's buttocks in the car, and she didn't resist. How could he possibly call me "uncle"? Besides, I look young, not much older than him. Nan's son, still angry after offering a toast, went back to his room to play on the computer. Nan's husband kept urging him to drink, but Nan advised me to drink less, saying she wanted to drive home. Her husband waved his hand, "Go home? What's the point? If you're drunk, just stay one night and go home tomorrow." Nan, scolded by her husband, fell silent and went to the kitchen to clean the dishes. She was inwardly cursing her husband for being stupid. Last time I visited, my son was home, and I slept with her. He even dared to have sex with her when she came to my house for a trip, with my son sleeping next to me. She knew my audacity all too well. She was addicted to sex under extreme pressure and didn't want her family to find out. Letting me stay overnight? That would be like throwing a lamb to the slaughter. Husband, son, and mother-in-law were all home? No problem, maybe I'd even find it more exciting. Nan was constantly afraid, yet she eagerly awaited the night.

I have to admit, I was really drunk. Sister Nan's husband and Sister Nan helped me upstairs to rest. Walking up the stairs, I noticed changes in Sister Nan's house. Wooden handrails had been installed along the steps, and a door had been installed between the second-floor hall and the stairwell. If locked, no one could come up from the first floor. Perhaps this was the result of Sister Nan's husband's efforts these past few days. But this door was perfect for Sister Nan and me to have an affair. If I closed the door upstairs and had sex with her vigorously in the bedroom, no one would see, right?

Sister Nan arranged for me to sleep in her son's room. Her husband said he was going to make some tea to sober up and went downstairs first, leaving Sister Nan alone with me in the room. "Alright, stop pretending. I know your drinking capacity. If you want to stay the night, just say so. Don't pretend to be drunk." It's true, we've known each other for three years; Sister Nan knows my drinking capacity. How could she not know what I was thinking? I sat up and pulled Nan into my arms, my left hand instinctively squeezing her breast. Nan's hand also went to my inner thigh. "My husband and son are both home today, and my mother-in-law is here too. How dare you even think about it?" "It's okay. Let your son and husband sleep in the downstairs bedroom, and your mother-in-law is downstairs. We'll each have a room upstairs. You can come over after they're asleep." I suggested.

"How could that be? My husband usually sleeps in the master bedroom downstairs, my son sleeps in your room, and I sleep in the other big room upstairs. Of course, you can sleep upstairs, but my husband will definitely sleep in the big room upstairs with me. If he leaves us upstairs, even a fool would know we'll be having an affair at night." Nan touched my inner thigh, feeling my erection, and pressed it twice. "What are you thinking about all day?" "You're lying to me again? Didn't you say you were sleeping in the same bed with your son on your vacation?" Nan's son's bed is only 1.5 meters wide, just right for two people.

"Yes, it was true at first. After my husband found out that I would rather sleep with our son than with him, he started sleeping downstairs by myself. So I moved to the big room next door. After all, my son is an adult now, and it's not good to always sleep together." Sister Nan gently touched my penis. When we were together, even if we weren't having sex, Sister Nan liked to touch my penis. Perhaps it was a kind of male genital totem worship.

"What? You two are using two blankets, what's wrong with that? Oh, I know, you saw your son's penis?" I immediately became curious. Among my mature female sex partners, Sister Nan is a bit like my mom—she dotes on her son but doesn't have the same sense of separation from his mother as he grows up. Sometimes when I'm online in my room, my mom can change her top directly, unless she takes off her bra, before letting me out. If I'm engrossed in playing on the computer, she doesn't hide when she changes her underwear, since I don't notice her anyway. For my mom, seeing her breasts isn't a big deal, as long as I don't see her vagina, it's fine. She once showered and wore only her underwear, asking me to help her apply baby powder. Of course, when my dad is home, she's more careful.

"What penis? That sounds awful. I woke up this morning, and he rolled the blanket to one side, turned his body to the side, and it got hard." Sister Nan and I talk about everything, and she wasn't embarrassed at all about her son's morning erections.

"Oh, is it big?" I asked curiously. It's so interesting to discuss the size of a woman's son's penis. "It's alright, he's a bit older than my husband, but younger than you, and not bad at all. He has quite a lot of pubic hair. I was worried at first that my son's pubic area wasn't developed properly." Sister Nan was a little embarrassed at first, but then she became quite frank.

"Don't worry now, right? Let me tell you, your son has already slept with women, with your 90s female colleague, Xiao Huang. The other day when they drove out, I noticed their signs of infidelity in the car. Besides, if it really doesn't work out, he can learn from his dad and ask me for help, and sleep with his wife." I joked.

"Go to hell, it's not enough to just sleep with his mother, you want to sleep with his wife too? You think the two of us, mother and daughter-in-law, will serve you? You wish! My mother-in-law is downstairs, if you can convince her, I'd be willing to serve you with her, a threesome." "Go to hell, no matter how beastly I am, I wouldn't harm a sixty-year-old woman." After chatting with Sister Nan for a while, her husband brought up a strong cup of tea. After drinking it, I sobered up quite a bit. Nan and her husband had gone downstairs, and it seemed they were still arguing. I checked my phone, and Nan's son had messaged my alternate QQ account, "I've read the novel you sent me. These authors are so strange. Why do they find it exciting to see someone having sex with their mother? But I feel so humiliated and in pain. I was even forced by my dad to call that bastard 'uncle'." "Your dad probably doesn't know the situation," I quickly comforted Nan's son.

"No, he knows. When I was online, I saw couples' dating websites like 'Happy Village' in my browser history. Maybe my dad wants to do wife-swapping with that bastard, but he doesn't have a wife! He doesn't have a wife!" I was shocked. Nan's husband was on wife-swapping websites, and Nan's son knew about it too? Kids these days are something else; having a child who's so tech-savvy is a disaster.

"Don't overthink it," I continued to counsel the young man. If his psychological issues weren't resolved, he might develop psychological trauma, and it would affect his views on love and marriage.

"His mom is quite well-maintained. When she helped me into the room, I took the opportunity to grope her breasts. She's almost fifty, but her breasts haven't sagged much, and they're quite large. The key is, she wasn't wearing a bra. He touched my mom's butt in front of me while we were taking pictures at the scenic spot, and he touched her butt again while I was driving and teaching her a game in the back. So, this groping of her breasts evens things out!" I was completely shocked. Did Nan's son see me touching Nan's butt while we were taking pictures? Was he still conscious when my mom and Nan helped him into the elevator, and even touched my mom's breasts? No, maybe he didn't even let go. My mom thought he was drunk, so she didn't make a fuss. I also blame my mom. Even though it's hot, and we're not at home, she was wearing a pink short-sleeved shirt when we went out to eat. The shirt wasn't see-through, but if she lowered her head and raised her hand, people could still clearly see her large breasts. Not only was I exposed, but Nan's son also groped me. I couldn't sit still any longer; I had to go back. Although I had been watching the whole time, and Nan and my mom seemed to get along well, they hadn't exchanged contact information. I needed to make sure my mom hadn't gotten Nan's son's QQ or WeChat ID either, cutting off all contact between them and nipping any potential problems in the bud.

I was thrilled to have sex with Nan, but my mom was extremely unhappy about being with Nan's son. My mom had dated a younger man named Qin, and she wasn't exactly a virtuous woman. If Nan's son pulled some tricks, I'd be cuckolded.

I quickly drove back, ignoring Nan's husband's enthusiastic attempts to stop me. Nan was relieved, no longer worried about her sleeping that night. Her husband, feeling disappointed, was also somewhat relieved, perhaps still thinking about a threesome between us. Only Nan's son was truly happy, wishing I'd leave. While driving, I wondered, since Nan's son was conscious before entering the elevator, would he know I was having sex with his mom in the bathroom? I was having sex with his mother right next to his bed, did he even know? I can only find out by asking him through my alternate QQ account, including whether he knows my mom's contact information. After I put out this mess, I'll still visit Nan-jie's house. Next time I come, I'll openly sleep in the same bed with Nan-jie. Yes, I'm sure of it…

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