[Mature Female Friend with Benefits - Sister Nan] (01-12) [Author: Green City Shaolong]

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********** 　　... 　　The next day, Sister Nan went to the hospital, so I called her and asked why she was 　　answering the phone when her husband was nearby. 　　Sister Nan chuckled and said, "What's there to be afraid of? You said he could answer the phone, so I gave him the phone 　　." 　　I quickly asked, "Did your husband ask about me?" 　　"Yes, he did. I just said it was an online friend, a guy in his early twenties, quite handsome." 　　"Are you crazy?" I was a little annoyed. 　　"What's there to be afraid of? Last time my computer broke down, I called you because I didn't know how to fix it, and you guided 　　my son to fix it over the phone. In the end, it was fixed, wasn't it?" Sister Nan seemed completely unconcerned. 　　Sister Nan's son is a senior in high school this year, with good grades, and is Sister Nan's darling. 　　Of course, a son is a son, and a husband is a husband. I can talk to her son on the phone without any worries because even 　　if he answers, he won't suspect that I slept with his mother. But it's different with husbands. Men are actually quite 　　sensitive; they can tell from the slightest clues whether their wives are cheating. 　　"You're worried my husband will catch you cheating? Well, you've given him such a huge cuckold's horns, it'd 　　be strange if he didn't hate you. But didn't you say you wanted to have sex with me and my husband together? How can you have sex without communicating with him first?" 　　Sister Nan's words left me speechless. 　　Sister Nan's husband is a construction worker, and he seems to have a bit of a cuckold's complex 　　. He's joined wife-swapping groups and even video-chatted with other couples. 　　He'd previously told Sister Nan about finding a couple to swap with, or finding a young man to have sex with her, preferably 　　younger than her son, so it would look like a family of three. If she had sex with his wife in front of him 　　, Sister Nan's husband would definitely be very excited. 　　Maybe Sister Nan deliberately gave her husband her phone number. If Sister Nan invites me to a hotel again, 　　should I go? What if her husband comes too? I've been very conflicted these past few days. 　　Chapter Two: 　　Having Sex with an Mature Online Friend on Her Son's Campus 　　Last time, I mentioned that a long-term female friend I had casual sex with wanted to introduce me to her family. After much hesitation, I 　　agreed. Her son and I exchanged QQ numbers and chatted online sometimes. 　　Her son is a game and sports enthusiast, and we often chat about League of Legends, NBA, and the like. 　　He even asked once how I met his mother, since she's over ten years older than me and a 　　housewife, while we've been online friends for several years. 　　Of course, I couldn't tell the truth, so I just laughed it off, saying I worked part-time at a computer mall, and when his mother came to get her 　　computer repaired, I helped her replace the motherboard and graphics card. His mother was worried, so she took my phone number 　　and added me on QQ afterward, mainly to ask me about computer problems, concerned about potential computer malfunctions. We started chatting 　　. 　　I call his mother "Sister Nan," and her son calls me "Big Brother." Since I'm not much older than him, calling me "Uncle" is out of the question; we 　　just address each other respectfully. 　　A few days ago, Sister Nan was off work, and I happened to be free too, so I asked her to meet up . 　　Sister Nan was wearing a blue short-sleeved silk top, a white skirt, and flesh-colored stockings; she seemed to 　　have put a lot of thought into the meeting. 　　Sister Nan originally thought I would take her to a short-stay hotel, since she had told her son and husband beforehand that she was going out 　　shopping and would go home for dinner. 　　But I ignored her and took her directly to her son's university. 　　Her son's university was good; the new campus was large, but the location was quite remote. Although there were buses passing by, the surrounding area 　　was mostly empty land, like a rural-urban fringe area. But that's how universities are these days; campuses are moving to the suburbs. 　　Sister Nan said her son had been studying at university for a year, and she hadn't yet visited the school; her husband 　　had accompanied him to registration. 　　I knew the school very well, so I showed her around: this is the library, this is the main building, that's the girls' dormitory 　　, that's the first canteen, and that's the gymnasium. 　　Walking west past the gymnasium, there was a small hill. I told Nan that it was 　　a popular spot for couples to date on campus, called Hehuan Hill. Many couples came here at night to have sex, and the next day there were several extra condoms. 　　Nan didn't believe me, but I insisted it was true. I told her she could come and see for herself in May or June; maybe her son and his girlfriend 　　had done it on that hill. 　　Nan said I was wicked; her son was well-behaved, not as lecherous as me. 　　I said to Nan, "How about we try it tonight?" 　　Nan refused. She had actually had sex with me in a park before, not because she was afraid, but because she really 　　needed to go home early. 　　The midday sun was still quite strong. I pulled Nan over Hehuan Hill and we arrived at the school wall. 　　Walking along the wall, we reached the base of the wall, near a small lake. We waded through the water, went around to the other side of the wall, and were 　　outside the school. 　　Nan was surprised, saying I knew her son's school too well. I said, "This area is all orange groves; 　　I've eaten oranges here a few times."

Walking deeper into the woods, it was indeed much cooler. Nan understood what I meant; she knew I planned to
have some more "wild sex" with her in this forest.
The woods were large, with a lake on one side and a wall on the other. There was also a ditch on
the other side of the road. The only way out was to the other side of the wall, which was also mountainous. It was a perfect "battleground," as no one usually came here.
There were quite a few used condoms in the woods, indicating that Nan's son's classmates had been here quite a bit. However, it was summer
vacation, and the school was quiet, so there was no worry about running into any random couples.
When we reached the middle of the wall, we prepared to get started. Nan first washed my penis with bottled water and then
started licking it to clean it up.
While Nan was giving me oral sex, I wasn't idle either. I sent a QQ message to Nan's son, asking if he was
playing League of Legends, but he didn't reply. However, the thought of his mother licking my penis at his school was so exciting that I
really wanted to take some pictures of her seductive appearance while giving me oral sex, then blur them out and send them to him
. The pleasure of
having sex with someone else's wife and mother was truly unparalleled. Of course, this was just a lustful impulse, because I always prioritize
the safety of any mature woman I date. I never take explicit photos or videos. It is precisely this sense of security that is
the key to maintaining a long-term casual sex relationship with them.
Not long after Sister Nan started giving me oral sex, I got hard. I had Sister Nan hold onto the wall, pulled down her white shorts
, revealing her pink panties, and touched Sister Nan's vagina; it was warm.
Although there was a breeze in the woods, it was still a bit hot. I didn't do any foreplay, just fiddled with it a few times,
and then thrust inside.
I fucked her very fast. To spice things up, I'd ask Nan if she enjoyed it, and if she wanted more outdoor sex. Nan
was a little scared, just moaning. I thrust for about ten minutes and quickly ejaculated, both of us sweating
. After Nan finished, she asked if I did it on purpose, teasing her by saying I'd take her to see the school, but I ended up 　　fucking her
on campus . 　　Nan said it was lucky it was outside the school; if it were inside, she definitely wouldn't have agreed, as it was her 　　bottom line as a mother. Of course, I respected her wishes. 　　Coincidentally, just as we were walking back, Nan's phone rang. Her son asked what time she'd be 　　home, saying he was still practicing at the driving school. 　　We hadn't even reached the lake when her son called. I put my arm around Nan's waist while she talked on the phone, 　　occasionally touching her big butt. Nan didn't say anything when no one was around. 　　I checked my phone; Nan's son had replied on QQ: "Practicing driving, what about you?" 　　Chapter 3 　　Visiting My Mature Female Friend's House 　　This weekend, I was bored and originally planned to go fishing at the lake. But 　　when I mentioned it to my most frequently contacted mature female friend, Sister Nan, she asked if I was bored. If I was, she suggested I visit her. 　　This mature woman lives in the countryside, about 200 kilometers from where I live. I didn't really want to go, since 　　it's summer vacation, her son would definitely be home, and her husband might not be working. If 　　I went, with both her husband and son home, I wouldn't get any advantage. 　　Sister Nan understood my implication and said to treat it as a visit to a friend's house, to get acquainted with the place. Once you've been there 　　, you'll be more familiar with her. Next time, when her husband isn't home, I can visit openly. 　　Thinking about the possibility of sleeping with her at her house in the future, I was somewhat tempted. So, with a surge of lust, I decided 　　to drive there. 　　I'd bought Sister Nan a lot of lingerie on Taobao, so I knew her address well. With navigation, I wasn't worried about 　　getting lost. 　　I decided to go without hesitation. When I arrived at the street in their district, Sister Nan asked me to stop at a hotel to pick up 　　three of her colleagues, and we could go to Sister Nan's house together. 　　Sister Nan's colleagues were all female hotel staff, one each from the 70s, 80s, and 90s generations. They were all 　　quite outgoing. The younger girl from the 90s, surnamed Huang, was Sister Nan's closest friend; they both lived in the hotel dormitory 　　and were roommates. 　　The other two women were locals from the street and went home to stay at night. 　　Sister Nan, however, lived in the countryside, so it wasn't convenient for her to go back, and she stayed in the dormitory. 　　The hotel wasn't very big; only Sister Nan and Huang stayed in the dormitory. A thought popped into my head: I 　　decided to be enthusiastic towards Huang, at least to get her to accept my casual sex relationship with Sister Nan. Maybe I could even 　　sleep with her in Sister Nan's dormitory. 　　Huang was very enthusiastic and asked a lot of questions, like how Sister Nan and I met. After all, Sister Nan had only given a brief answer on the phone 　　, saying that a friend had taken them there, without specifying who the friend was. 　　I chuckled and said that Nan Jie and I were online friends, had known each other for several years, and were quite familiar with her family, 　　having even eaten together. However, this was my first time visiting. 　　As for lies, the most skillful lies are nine parts truth and one part falsehood. I had indeed interacted with Nan Jie's family; 　　for example, I added Nan Jie's son on QQ and spoke with Nan Jie's husband on the phone, but her husband and son had never 　　met me in person. 　　Nan Jie's son was still a student, neither opposing nor 　　approving of my online relationship with his mother. After all, in his view, his mother was either at home or living in the company dormitory, and didn't have time to go out and have affairs, 　　so maintaining close contact with a male online friend wasn't anything out of the ordinary. 　　Nan Jie's husband was a construction worker, fully aware of my existence, but like his son 　　, he also believed his wife had no way to hook up, and since I was so much younger than Nan Jie, he couldn't possibly be genuinely 　　interested in her. Therefore, his attitude towards me was lukewarm. Even though I had come from out of town, 　　he was still out working and wouldn't come back until the evening. 　　Around 10 a.m., our group of four arrived at Sister Nan's house. It was a two-story rural house, 　　nicely decorated. The bathrooms upstairs and downstairs were spotless, with marble floors, and a bathtub on the second floor. 　　Only one elderly person lived there; Sister Nan's mother-in-law was still alive, but had been taken to stay with Sister Nan's husband's sister for a while 　　. When we arrived, only Sister Nan and her son were home. 　　Sister Nan's son was playing computer games, and Sister Nan was watching TV. The TV and computer were both in the master bedroom downstairs.

Ji was also worried that her son would become addicted to computers. On the wall above the bed in the master bedroom hung Nan's wedding photo with her husband. Her husband was a bit
overweight, around 160 cm, shorter than me, and even less so in the groin area—something Nan herself
admitted. She said her husband's penis was a bit short and his erection wasn't very firm, and she was afraid her son would inherit it.
Nan was very welcoming to us. I called her "Sister" and gave her the gift I'd brought. Her son
smiled a little more after receiving the single-player game disc I gave him, but he still wouldn't call me "Uncle," only saying
"Brother" in a barely audible voice.
Nan's colleagues were chatting amongst themselves, so I felt awkward joining them. I just stayed in the room with Nan
's son, watching TV and teaching him how to install the game disc.
At noon, Nan prepared lunch. It was still a bit hot, and I didn't want to go out for
lunch, so I didn't stand on ceremony and treated them as guests, enjoying the meal immensely.
After lunch, Sister Nan went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Her son came to the kitchen, wanting to discuss something with his mother.
Sister Nan was firm and said no, so the boy reluctantly slipped out of the kitchen.
I went to the kitchen and asked Sister Nan why. She said her son had gotten his driver's license in his freshman year of college, and seeing me drive by
, he couldn't resist trying it out, but she naturally refused.
I asked Sister Nan if her son had gotten his license yet. If he did, taking a drive on the nearby country roads would
n't be a big deal, as long as he didn't drive into the district.
After seeing Sister Nan's son's license, I tossed him the car keys, letting him go for a drive. I told him he could
call his classmates along, since he'd filled up at the gas station in the district before, as long as he could drive back.
I was thinking that if Sister Nan's son went out, I could find an excuse to send Sister Nan's colleague out too; maybe I
could even have a fling with Sister Nan at her place.
Xiao Huang couldn't sit still. He was only two or three years younger than Sister Nan's son, so he went for a walk with him. The other
two older women said they were bored and asked Sister Nan and me to play mahjong together to pass the time.
Sister Nan didn't play mahjong herself, and I said I didn't know how, so she took them to the mahjong parlor at the village entrance. I
also promised them I'd call them when I went back to the district that evening.
The female colleague in her 70s seemed to be an experienced player. When Sister Nan wasn't looking, she squeezed my hand and teased me,
"Sister Nan's husband and son aren't here, so I don't want to be a third wheel. I need to make the most of this time."
I wasn't one to take that lying down, so I patted her butt, telling her to hurry up and win money. She
wasn't angry at all and just laughed.
After Sister Nan's three colleagues left, Sister Nan closed the gate and went to the bedroom on the first floor to chat with me.
When I asked about the oldest female colleague, Sister Nan seemed somewhat disdainful. She was a divorced woman whose
son didn't live with her, but she had a lover, about the same age as her son, who called her godmother. They were quite affectionate
. That godson had even come to the hotel a few times; I wondered if he was some college student from a no-name university or some street
thug.
I wasn't worried about Sister Nan's colleague running back; Sister Nan's son and Xiao Huang certainly wouldn't be seen until dark
. My only concern was if Sister Nan's husband suddenly returned, or if her mother-in-law came home early. Although
I was already quite aroused, I didn't dare to take off my clothes and actually have sex.
Although the air conditioner was on in the master bedroom, the curtains weren't drawn. After all, in a confined space, if
anyone came back, Sister Nan and I would be in a difficult situation, and even if we hadn't committed adultery, we wouldn't escape suspicion. This was, after all, Sister
Nan's house, so I didn't dare to be too unrestrained.
But it wasn't possible to do nothing at all, so I called Nan over. I sat in the computer chair, and Nan sat on my lap
. We went online together. Although the curtains weren't drawn, the rooms in the countryside were large, so we weren't worried about being spied on.
First, Nan and I watched a video from the Uniqlo store in Sanlitun, enjoying the performance of the male and female leads. My hands
started to wander, lifting Nan's short-sleeved shirt and reaching inside, touching her breasts through her bra.
Nan hadn't been intimate with me for many days and seemed to be craving it. She unzipped my trousers and reached inside,
touching my penis through my underwear.
After touching her breasts, I started touching the inside of Nan's thighs. Nan was wearing white capri pants at home; the pants
were very thin. When I touched her crotch, Nan wouldn't let me move my hand around, just holding it between her legs. I turned my head and kissed her, kissing her
repeatedly, making smacking sounds. Thinking about how the neighbors were all next door, and that I couldn't openly have sex with her, I felt very uncomfortable
.
After watching the Uniqlo video, I dug out another video of a young man from Shandong having sex with his mother. While the visuals were mediocre,
the sound was quite clear, and my friend Nan seemed to be enjoying it. Nan thinks the video's title is misleading; seeing an age
difference of ten or twenty years,
she immediately assumes it's incest between mother and son. I agree with Nan's guess. With so many people in China, there must be cases of incest between mothers and sons. Even if the
rate is only one-tenth of that in the US, it's still a significant number. It's just that China's media industry isn't as developed, and
family relationships are often very closed off, so even if it happens, it goes unnoticed. For example, mothers and sons might live together while working away from home
, or the mother might accompany the son during his college entrance exam year while the father works away. These are all objective conditions, but 99%
of people suppress their desires, which is why they don't go astray.
I believe I have a mother complex, though not with my own mother, but with
mature women who still retain their charm. I witnessed my middle school teacher having an affair, and I also know that my father was having an affair with one of his friends' wives.
Early exposure to sex education influenced my views on women.
Therefore, from my university years to starting work and building my career, although I've had three relationships,
I haven't married. In my twenties, I still rely on blind dates to find a partner, not because I can't find suitable people, but because
it doesn't matter who I marry, as long as they meet my aesthetic standards and can cook and live a simple life.
My friend Nan married early and has only one son, whom she adores. Her relationship with her husband is lukewarm.
Her husband even joined a wife-swapping group, which Nan discovered, and he only left after threatening divorce. However, he still
frequents adult websites, and as a result, Nan's son also visited them. Nan was very worried, and that's how
we became acquainted.
For Nan, I'm somewhat like her therapist and emotional support; she shares all aspects of her life with me.
She told me that my upbringing was very similar to her son's, which is why she trusted me and wanted to introduce me to her
son so he could learn something from me.
I'm certain that Sister Nan also has an Oedipus complex; her entire life revolves around her son.
Even this summer, she would occasionally sleep in the same bed with her son, though she repeatedly emphasized to me that she
and her son slept under separate blankets. Of
course, I believe Sister Nan wouldn't actually have a relationship with her son, but they are indeed
closer than mothers and sons in ordinary families.
I believe this is also the key reason why Sister Nan and I were able to maintain a casual sex relationship for over three years. We weren't just
casual sex partners; we were lovers. Her soul and body were both unfaithful; she had no attachment to her husband.
I believe that even if I were face to face with her husband, she would choose to come with me. We also experimented with different
sexual experiences, such as outdoor sex, car sex, and going to a hotel. This time, I finally crossed her last line of defense
: her family.
Sister Nan seemed a little aroused; she said she would go change her clothes and asked me to wait patiently.
Not long after, Sister Nan changed into a red dress and came into the master bedroom.
"Upstairs or downstairs?"
I asked. Upstairs has its advantages; once the gate to the yard is locked, no one can come in except for family.
Downstairs also has its advantages; the environment is more exciting. For example, I really wanted to have sex with Sister Nan in front of her wedding photos
.
"Upstairs, I'll go."
After saying that, Sister Nan and I hurriedly ran upstairs, went into the bathroom, locked the door, lifted Sister Nan's dress up
, pulled down her black thong, and then unbuttoned her trousers. I rubbed my penis against Sister Nan's vulva a few
times. After watching the two videos earlier, Sister Nan's vulva was already wet. I hummed, "Big Foot, Qing'er is going to
fuck his mother's cunt."
I had once sent Sister Nan a message on QQ about Yangjiawa love affairs. Sister Nan told me that she used to masturbate while reading novels, and she
really liked the female protagonist, Big Foot.
Sometimes when we're in the mood, we'll do some role-playing. For example, she'll be the teacher and I'll be the student;
she'll be the neighbor aunt and I'll be the neighbor's son. We've never played mother and son, except once when she called
me "son," and my penis immediately went soft. But after reading "The Love Story of Yangjiawa," we occasionally play
Big Foot and Qing'er. When we become characters from the novel, we can enjoy the pleasure of sex to the fullest,
without any restraint.
The small room in the bathroom on the second floor is where Nan's son lives alone. The room only has a 1.5-meter bed and a
desk. There's a poster of Yang Mi on the wall next door, and she seems to be smiling as she watches Nan lick my penis.
Nan is licking very enthusiastically, the glans, the penis, the testicles, and even the anus.
Nan's son has definitely masturbated in his room, fantasizing about his female classmates, teachers, or some Japanese adult film
actress licking his penis. But he absolutely doesn't believe his dearest mother would lick
the penis of a young man only a few years older than him in his room.
A few days ago, I took Nan to her son's university campus for some casual sex. Today, I had sex at Nan's house
, and she gave me oral sex in her son's room. I have to say, that's how a woman's bottom line is crossed.
I'm thinking of inviting Nan's son to my city for a visit. Maybe after we get to know each other better,
he might gradually accept my casual sex relationship with his mother.
I once did a survey: when a man knows his girlfriend is cheating, one-third pretend not to know;
when he knows his wife is cheating, that percentage drops to half; when he knows his mother is cheating, that percentage is almost
three-quarters.
Yes, even if Nan's son senses that my relationship with his mother is inappropriate, he won't communicate with Nan to avoid hurting her
. At most, he'll try to keep me away from his mother.
After we finished having sex, Nan and I each took a shower in the bathroom. We didn't take a bath together, since we
were already dressed, and if her son came back, we might get so caught up in the action that we wouldn't even have time to get dressed.
After showering, Nan and I went downstairs to go online. Nan's itch had subsided this time, so she wasn't as horny. I
pulled up a stool and sat next to her, reaching under her skirt to touch her buttocks.
We watched an episode of "Where Are We Going, Dad?" online, and then Nan's son and Xiao Huang came back, their faces flushed
, as if they had been overheating.
I couldn't help but wonder, the car's air conditioning was on, it definitely wasn't that hot. Had they gone hiking? Or had Nan
's son already experienced sex for the first time and taken Xiao Huang out for a quickie? I have to say, my imagination is quite vivid
.
Nan's son, having had his fill of driving, reluctantly returned the car keys to me. He also noticed that Sister Nan had changed her clothes
. "Mom, I've never seen you in these clothes before. When did you buy them?"
Sister Nan replied, "I bought them a long time ago. Xiao Huang knows too, but I haven't worn them yet. I was cleaning your room earlier
, and it was all dusty. I was sweating a lot, so I'm going to take a shower."
In the evening, Sister Nan's other two colleagues also came back from playing cards. Sister Nan wanted us to stay for dinner, but
I guessed her husband would be back soon. I had just slept with his wife and didn't want to see him, so I drove Sister Nan's colleagues
away. The female colleague in her 70s kept asking me what I did in the afternoon and whether I had fun.
I just made up a few things and then went home after dropping them off at their hotel. After all, tomorrow was the weekend...
Chapter 4
Bringing a Mature Female Friend Home
After staying one night in the provincial capital, Sister Nan's colleague and roommate, Xiao Huang, arranged for me to stay at their hotel for the night.
The hotel where Sister Nan worked was very small, not even three-star, but the conditions were acceptable.
I actually wanted to get closer to Xiao Huang, Nan's colleague born in the 90s, maybe even visit her and Nan's company dormitory
, but the girl decisively refused.
It makes sense; Nan has already resigned and gone home, leaving Xiao Huang alone in the hotel dormitory. For me
to visit her place so late at night would clearly be ill-intentioned. If Xiao Huang were a more outgoing young woman, perhaps she
would have been more willing, but she seems to have a boyfriend she's currently dating, and their relationship is very strong, so my chances are obviously slim
.
"By the way, Xiao Huang, what's the name of the lady in the passenger seat who came back with us?"
After Xiao Huang helped me settle into my place, I couldn't help but ask. Compared to Xiao Huang,
I had some hope with Nan Jie's colleague, who was in her 40s. After all, I had touched her butt when I was at Nan Jie's house, and the lady
didn't seem to mind.
"Mou Li, you can call her Sister Li." Xiao Huang had a very good relationship with Nan Jie, but his relationship with the other two colleagues seemed
rather average.
"Oh, can you tell me her phone number?"
I ignored Xiao Huang's tone. Actually, I could ask Nan Jie for Sister Li's phone number, but asking one
casual sex partner for another potential casual sex partner's phone number... I'm not that scumbag. As for threesomes or anything like that,
I haven't even considered it. Are you kidding me? Do you really think Chinese women are that open-minded? Just grabbing two casual sex
partners and you can have a threesome? Women have a strong possessive streak, and comparatively speaking, they are
more accepting of threesomes. They might be embarrassed to ask directly, but as long as their safety is guaranteed, you can bring a
trusted friend for a threesome that may never end, and as long as their pride isn't too strong, they
can accept it.
"Why should I tell you? Weren't you chatting with Sister Nan the whole time? Why are you asking for Sister Li's phone number? Her
godson is a local thug, very influential."
Xiao Huang was clearly quite unhappy with my two-timing behavior. Perhaps it was because she went
out with Sister Nan's son that afternoon, and she was in league with that guy.
In Xiao Huang's eyes, I was probably just a womanizer. Having just entered adulthood, she obviously
couldn't accept my lifestyle. I just wonder if Xiao Huang spoke ill of me to
Sister Nan's son. If she implied to him that I was his mother's sex partner, Sister Nan's son might be traumatized
.
Sister Nan and Xiao Huang live in the same apartment but in different rooms, spending all their time together. When I called Sister Nan, she
didn't try to avoid me. She and her boyfriend had already experienced sex, and she even came to Sister Nan's house with me. She
must be well aware of the relationship between Sister Nan and me, but she probably wouldn't be foolish enough to tell Sister Nan's son.
I thought of my high school days. My family ran a shop, and my parents would run it. When I was on vacation, I would
relieve my mom, and she would go play cards.
My mom's card-playing circle was very fixed; they were all employees of a nearby factory. The one who impressed me the most was an
uncle in his early thirties. He was the factory office secretary, usually driving for the factory manager, carrying a briefcase. He was supposedly
a college graduate from the 90s, about 1.8 meters tall, and quite handsome. He was divorced, his daughter was with his grandparents
, and at thirty, he wasn't in a hurry to get married. He spent his free time playing cards with the factory workers.
He didn't like playing cards with the male factory workers and drivers because the stakes were high, and he didn't like smoking, so his
card-playing partners were mostly female factory workers. Since my family rented a shop in the factory, my mother was also one of his regular card-playing partners.
Actually, I initially had a pretty good impression of this uncle because he was good at basketball and patient enough
to discuss politics with me; we were kind of compatible adult friends. But then something happened that completely ruined my impression of him.
It was during summer vacation, I think. My dad went out to buy goods, and my mom and I were at the shop. I was doing my homework in the back room
. That uncle called my mom to play cards, because I wasn't happy about leaving me alone at the shop again.
My mom and that uncle were chatting in the front, and my mom seemed amused by him, looking quite happy. Actually,
in business, there are always people coming and going; all sorts of people come and go. Before, some men had made lewd jokes to my mom at the shop or
at the card table, but she always ignored them.
But I don't know what that uncle said, but there was a lewd undertone in my mother's laughter. Her
words were muffled because there was a pile of timber between the shop and the room.
It seemed like she said something like, "Little brother, there are so many young wives in the factory, don't joke around with your older sister."
She even hit the uncle. Curious, I went to the door and peeked inside,
seeing something I'll never forget.
Some of our timber was piled outside the shop, some inside. The front of the shop was wide,
about thirty meters from the sidewalk. Unless you got close, you couldn't see what was going on inside
.
My mother and that uncle were both in front of the timber. The uncle put his hand behind my mother, leaning naturally against the timber
. But I clearly saw that his hand was on my mother's buttocks.
My mother was wearing a short-sleeved top with a plum blossom pattern and black slim-fitting pants. The pants were a bit tight, and when she
bent over to lift the timber, her buttocks looked particularly large. The uncle's left hand was directly on my mother's buttocks,
stroking her incessantly—no, stroking isn't accurate, the movements were rather vigorous, more like rubbing.
My mother, however, seemed quite unfazed, chatting casually with the uncle, pretending not to notice his
actions. When the uncle's hand continued to move downwards, reaching my mother's crotch, she became a little annoyed, slapped the
uncle's hand away, and then nervously glanced in my direction. I was also alert, and immediately pulled back
. Seeing
that I didn't move, my mother told me to go to the front to do my homework, she was going out to play cards, and asked me to keep an eye on things, otherwise the timber
might be stolen without me even knowing.
I was actually reluctant, because I saw the uncle groping my mother, and I was worried that she would be taken advantage of. In the end, my mother
coaxed and coaxed her, making quite a few conditions, and finally went out with the uncle.
I immediately asked my mother where she was playing cards, demanding that she be back before six o'clock to cook, or I would come and find
her. My mom said okay, she'd definitely be back early, but she forgot to tell me which mahjong parlor she was playing at.
That day, she came back a little after 5 pm, which I found strange. Usually, I
wouldn't see her until 6 pm, and she went out late today, so why was she back early? It wasn't
until I went to university and started using QQ and WeChat to hook up online that I began to understand.
That afternoon, my mom might not have actually gone to play mahjong. She might have been having an affair with that uncle. Although she was only out for a few hours that day
, an hour is enough for a short-term sexual encounter.
We live in a third-tier city, not a big place, mostly relatives and acquaintances. I don't believe my mom would dare to
go to a short-stay hotel with that uncle. Maybe they went to his house; he bought an apartment in the western district, but it's empty. He usually lives at the factory and rarely goes back. Or 　　maybe
they drove to the suburbs and found a secluded grove for some car sex. 　　Of course, that was in the early 2000s, and my mom might not have been that bold. As for whether my mom 　　really had a relationship with that uncle, that's a mystery that will forever remain in my heart, one I can't shake off... 　　Ever since that uncle touched my mom's butt, I haven't given him a friendly look, and I don't 　　play basketball with him anymore. My mom probably realized something, so she stopped going out to play cards with him. After I went to university, our 　　family moved our shop to a location in the city center, and we cut off contact with the people from the factory. 　　Since Xiao Huang didn't want to give me Sister Li's phone number, I wouldn't make a fool of myself. Actually, I'm not interested in a woman like Sister Li 　　, who has a chaotic private life and is promiscuous. I always prefer virtuous women, and my goal 　　is to become my friend's second husband. A second husband, as the name suggests, means that besides her husband, I'm the only 　　man she's had sex with. 　　That's why I adore Sister Nan. She gave her virginity to her husband after marriage 　　and hasn't cheated on him in over a decade, content to be a good wife and mother. Finally, she tasted the sweetness of love with me and fell for me. 　　When we're together, Sister Nan is completely infatuated with me. She calls me every day, we have a couples' package, and she 　　insists on a kiss before going to sleep after hanging up. 　　She truly has genuine feelings for me and is willing to accommodate all my demands in bed. Whether it's oral 　　sex, breast sex, facial ejaculation, or swallowing semen, she's willing to do it all. She's willing to have anal sex, but I couldn't accept it, so I tried applying 　　baby oil and ultimately gave up. 　　Of course, I treat her with the same care and am very careful to protect her privacy. I don't take explicit photos or 　　videos of her, and I don't take her to threesomes or wife-swapping. After all, she couldn't accept it, and I wasn't willing either. Bringing someone else's wife to a 　　wife-swapping scheme—is that even possible? 　　Because we were emotionally dependent on each other, like mother and son, and physically satisfied each other, like husband and wife, 　　she gave me a double enjoyment of being both wife and mother. She would act coquettishly in front of me, willingly becoming my mistress. 　　Although I couldn't get Sister Li's phone number, I still managed to get Xiao Huang's WeChat ID. Xiao Huang said 　　he only agreed to add me on WeChat because of Sister Nan, and then told me not to like or comment on her Moments 　　because her boyfriend gets jealous. Pshaw, who cares? Do you think you're Angelababy 　　? 　　After checking into the hotel, I sent messages to Sister Nan on QQ for two days, but she didn't reply. 　　I went to take a shower first, and then Sister Nan replied. She asked if I was happy to come over. 　　I said I came all this way and slept alone, so I wasn't happy. 　　Sister Nan laughed and said that her three colleagues were all quite enthusiastic, and if I could get them to go to a hotel, she guaranteed she 　　wouldn't be jealous. 　　Please, go to a hotel with a hotel maid? Do you think I own the hotel? Sister Nan knew it was 　　impossible, that's why she said she wouldn't be jealous. 　　Sister Nan said she'd recently encountered a problem: her husband wanted to have sex with her, but she wasn't interested and just went through the motions. 　　But with me, she was incredibly passionate, her vagina was extremely wet, and she wanted more. This afternoon, when she 　　was licking my penis in her son's room, her vagina was very itchy, and she even wanted me to fuck her on her son's bed. 　　I know why Sister Nan isn't happy having sex with her husband; he's a bit overweight, his penis is short, and 　　he doesn't last long, plus he likes to make her watch Japanese adult films with Chinese subtitles, so naturally, Sister Nan isn't passionate. I'm 　　in my early twenties, and Sister Nan is in her early forties. I'm young and strong, and she's like a tiger, plus Sister Nan has a mother 　　complex; we're a match made in heaven in bed. 　　I teased Sister Nan on QQ, 　　asking what would happen if her son came home early and heard me fucking her in his son's room that afternoon 　　. Sister Nan blushed and replied with a shy emoji. I continued, saying that if her 　　son came home early, I'd be willing to fuck her again in his room, letting him eavesdrop. 　　But Sister Nan wasn't happy about that, saying I was incredibly lecherous. 　　So I asked again on QQ, "What if I fucked her in front of her husband?" 　　Sister Nan was silent for a moment, then replied that she thought it would be exciting, but her husband wouldn't 　　agree. Sister Nan and I had once seen photos of a 4P wife-swapping incident in Northeast China; she 　　was particularly impressed by the photo of 　　the woman licking two penises simultaneously . 　　I had previously mentioned a 3P to Sister Nan, but she wasn't happy about it. She felt that someone who 　　offered their woman to others meant they didn't love her. Then I explained to her what cuckoldry mentality is. Many people nowadays 　　blur out photos of their wives or girlfriends and post them online, and men who participate in wife-swapping threesomes also have this mentality. There's 　　even an author who likes to write NTR stories, where the female protagonist is anally penetrated by other men. 　　Nan still couldn't accept it, so I finally said, "What if I and your husband fuck you together? I'll fuck your vagina from behind 　　, and you kneel and lick your husband's penis. We'll each squeeze your breasts, and after we ejaculate, we'll switch 　　shifts, like a relay race." Nan didn't object, only saying that she wouldn't try to persuade her husband, but if I could 　　convince him, she would agree. 　　Nan's husband has long frequented adult forums and proposed wife-swapping to Nan, but she refused, so he gave up the idea 　　. I believe persuading Nan's husband wouldn't be difficult; the only difficulty is that I'm a single man, and he might be afraid of being taken advantage of. 　　But now he's fallen so low he can't even get into bed with his wife. His wife sleeps with his son every day, and they 　　barely have sex once a month or two. Convincing him about a threesome isn't that hard, is it? 　　Of course, I'll put all that aside for now. Let him wait a couple of weeks. Maybe in the end, if I let him watch 　　me have sex with his wife while he masturbates, he might agree. 　　Of course, on QQ, I complained to Sister Nan about how outdated their hotel was, not even offering foot massages. 　　Sister Nan scoffed, saying their area was a remote part of the provincial capital, a rural area, but still 　　a little more developed than my hometown.

Of course I wasn't having it, so I told her my hometown was much more fun than hers, and then invited her to come over for a trip, bringing her
son along. We'd leave tomorrow, just like that.
Sister Nan hesitated, saying she'd ask her son and husband's opinions.
Actually, I wanted to take Sister Nan to my hometown for a few days, but if I didn't bring her son
, her husband might think his wife had run away and might call the police. So I simply invited them
both to come.
A little while later, Sister Nan's son messaged me on QQ, "Brother, you invited me to your hometown
? What tourist attractions are there?"
Clearly, this kid couldn't sit still; he wanted to go on a trip. I briefly introduced the tourist attractions,
accommodations, and restaurants, saying that food and lodging were included, but entrance fees were up to them. Of course, paying for everything was fine, but
the problem was Sister Nan's husband wouldn't agree. He thought this kind of unsolicited kindness was suspicious.
A little while later, Sister Nan messaged me, saying her son was willing to go, but her husband was a bit unhappy. He said she
could go, but I had to go to her house the next morning so her husband could meet me in person, worried I might be a bad person, and insist
on seeing my ID to put his mind at ease.
Sister Nan was a bit hesitant; she wasn't really keen on me meeting her husband because he had
always been lukewarm about her online friendships, and now it was happening at home – wasn't this like inviting trouble?
I reassured Sister Nan, "It's okay, I'll go tomorrow and show your husband my ID. Haven't you
always been curious about my upbringing? I'll show you around; maybe you can even meet my mom and make
friends." Sister Nan thought about it and agreed.
I actually have two ID cards, one real and one fake. I usually use the fake one for hotel registration
, only using the real one for reputable star-rated hotels where the card can't be scanned. At worst, I can just find a fake ID and show it to
Sister Nan's husband – what's the big deal?
The next day, I didn't get up early. After breakfast, I leisurely drove to Sister Nan's village.
Sister Nan's husband, Sister Nan, and her son were all home. Surprisingly, Sister Nan's mother-in-law was also brought
back by her daughter. Well, the whole family was there. I was very proper and handed my ID card to Sister Nan's
husband. He looked at it repeatedly before finally handing it back to me. He said helplessly, "Since they're
going out with you, you have to take responsibility and ensure their safety."
Sister Nan's son was a little impatient. "Don't worry, I'm here. I'm an adult. I'll guarantee my mom's safety
."
I chuckled to myself. You silly boy, can you stay by your mother's side the whole time? When you get to my hometown
, I'll just drop you off at the tourist spot and then go book a short-stay hotel with your mother.
Nan's husband was probably conflicted. He was furious; how could anyone do this? His wife's online boyfriend
had come to their door and taken her away – it was blatant provocation! He couldn't let himself be cuckolded any longer! But their
relationship had recently reached a stalemate, and he wanted Nan to go out and relax. Plus, his dim-witted son was eager
to try something similar. After much deliberation, he finally agreed, repeatedly instructing his son to take good care of his mother and
sleep in the same room with her that night.
Nan was also annoyed; this was a blatant veiled insult. "Nonsense! If my son goes out with me
, who else will I sleep with?"
Seeing that Nan was about to lose her temper, her husband hurriedly added me on QQ and went out to do something. Now
, the whole family was connected on QQ. But even with three QQ accounts, I couldn't summon a dragon or anything.
Nan's husband left on his motorcycle, and Nan and her son started packing. I asked Nan
if they had swimsuits. If so, I suggested they bring them; we have a natural swimming pool and a lake of several thousand acres where it's perfect for
swimming.
Nan's son also packed swimming trunks and a swimming cap. Nan said she couldn't swim and didn't need them, but I said it was fine; they
could buy them in my hometown, and bikinis were available there too.
While we were packing, Nan's mother-in-law overheard and realized her daughter-in-law and son were
going on a trip with me. She was quite unhappy. What kind of mother-in-law just got home and her daughter-in-law is already going on a long trip?
She made a few sarcastic remarks to Nan and gave me a cold shoulder, which I ignored.
Around 9 a.m., we set off, first taking the national highway, then the expressway, then exiting the expressway, passing the tollbooth, and
finally arriving at my hometown.
After exiting the tollbooth, we ate lunch first, then booked a double room near the scenic area, and
gave the room key to Nan's son.
I told Nan's son that I'd booked a double room. We'd go to the scenic area this afternoon, and he and his mother
would stay here tonight. I'd go back to the city tonight and pick them up tomorrow morning to go to another attraction. I'd originally planned to book
a double room, but then I thought, "You're a freshman now, it's not appropriate for you to sleep in the same bed as your mom," so I changed it.
Nan's son looked a little embarrassed and said I'd arranged things well.
I was secretly amused. "Little rascal," I thought, "don't think I don't know you slept in the same bed with your mom every summer. I'm doing this
for your own good. These scenic area hotels don't have good soundproofing, and you can even find porn on the hotel TV. If you two
sleep in the same bed, what if you hear the couple next door having sex? And then, after watching porn, you might just pull your
mom into it!" I didn't want a scene like the incest scandal at some scenic spot.
Actually, I'd been to this attraction many times. Basically, whenever my college classmates or online friends came, we'd go there at least once
. I was tired of it, but Nan and her son were enthusiastic and took a lot of photos together. The photos included pictures of me and Nan, Nan
and her son, and her son and me—all three together.
The most intimate photos showed me with my arm around Nan's waist and me with my hand on Nan's shoulder, pulling her into my embrace
. The photos gradually became more explicit, making Nan a little uncomfortable, and her son initially seemed a bit awkward too, but seeing that I
didn't go any further, he didn't think much of it.
While Nan and her son walked ahead, I wasn't idle either. I logged into my other QQ email account and
sent several troll posts about cuckoldry to Nan's husband's QQ email address—things like me saving him, him stealing my wife, and the wife
's desires, etc. Actually, ever since I found out that Nan's husband tried to join a wife-swapping group, I was certain he had
a cuckold fetish, so he should be able to accept cuckoldry posts.
After we left the scenic area, I switched back to my main QQ account and sent photos of our day's trip to Nan's husband.
Among them was a photo of me with my arm around Nan's waist, and in the photo, my right hand casually touched Nan's right
breast, making her look somewhat uncomfortable.
Of course, this photo was taken by a woman in her forties while Nan's son ran ahead of us
. I introduced Nan as my aunt, and she praised our close relationship.
If the novel was the first step of testing the waters, then the photos were the second. I believed Nan's husband had seen me
touching his wife's breast, and his reaction would reflect his attitude. If he
called Nan after seeing the photo, scolding her and me, it would show that he was only superficially interested in his wife—he said he enjoyed it
but couldn't accept it in reality. In that case, I would naturally continue my secret affair with Nan.
If he only called Nan Jie before going to bed that night after seeing the photos, it would mean his attitude towards cuckoldry
was contradictory—he wanted to try it, but also wanted to back out. In that case, I would naturally gradually increase the intensity of my attempts.
If, after seeing the photos, he didn't call Nan Jie but chatted with me, praising the scenic spot, it would
mean he had already started trying cuckoldry. Perhaps while chatting with me, he was looking at
the photos of me touching his wife's breasts, and masturbating while reading cuckoldry novels.
Nan Jie's husband's reaction was somewhere between the second and third scenarios. He didn't call or message me
. He just sent the photos to Nan Jie, asking if their son took them. Nan Jie denied it, and her husband relaxed
. Indeed, if Nan Jie's son saw me touching his mother's breasts and didn't care, then he, as a father,
would have no standing at home.
Nan Jie, however, was very angry, thinking I shouldn't have sent the photos to her husband, that I was humiliating him
, as if it were a blatant provocation: "I'm going to touch your wife's breasts, so what?" Although she and her husband
no longer had much of a relationship, he was still the father of her child, and she should respect him.
I comforted Sister Nan, saying, "Your husband isn't angry or bothered, so why are you
holding a grudge? Didn't you say you wanted to have sex with your husband? I was testing your husband's limits, clearly implying to him that we
had had intimate physical contact. If your husband can overcome this psychological hurdle, then maybe next week I
can have sex with you with him.
" Sister Nan understood, but she still felt bad, so I drove back to the city early. She called her husband that night to
let him know she was safe, and her son also told her on the phone that I was back, which put her husband at ease. Sister Nan
told me all this on QQ.
It seemed that Sister Nan was implying to her husband that she had a close relationship with me, this online friend, but they hadn't slept together yet
. Okay, women are all scheming.
Don't think that's all. That night, I logged into my QQ email with a secondary account and
sent a set of pictures of a 4P with mature Chinese women to Nan's son.
Actually, I discovered a long time ago that Nan's son had a mother complex. He didn't have a girlfriend in college, and at nineteen, he
still slept in the same bed as his mother. Who would believe he didn't have a mother complex? He might have fantasized about Nan, and then felt guilty;
he couldn't release these emotions. Without proper guidance, he might end up repeating my mistakes,
hooking up with one mature woman after another, and finally hastily marrying a woman he didn't love.
I didn't want that. Given that Nan's son had browsed adult websites, I decided to fight fire with fire, directly exposing him
to the wanton appearance of forty-year-old women. Once he felt bored and empty, he could return to college and have
a youthful romance. My ultimate goal was to get him to accept my casual sex relationship with Nan without leaving him with psychological
trauma. Sigh, this is a very difficult task.
The next day, I picked up Sister Nan and her son. We visited another scenic spot during the day and had
lunch there. Sister Nan and I took many photos together.
The most revealing photo was of the three of us standing in a row, with Sister Nan in the middle
, her arm around her son's shoulder. I was turned to the side, with trees behind us, and my left hand was directly touching Sister Nan's buttocks.
If her son turned his head slightly, he could see me touching his mother's buttocks.
The feeling of touching his mother's buttocks in front of his son was more exciting than any extramarital affair; I felt my penis getting hard
. When I looked at the photo, thankfully, the erection wasn't very noticeable.
Just like yesterday, I sent this photo, mixed in with the others, to Sister Nan's husband.
He finally replied, "You guys had a good time, huh? When are you coming back?"
Please, this message should be sent to your wife! I'm going to the provincial capital; your wife is coming home.
"Back tomorrow." A little while later, Sister Nan's husband went offline.
In the afternoon, I booked a double room for Sister Nan and her son, then went home again. My dad
had a business dinner that evening, so I brought my mom to the hotel too. The four of us—my mom, me, Sister Nan, and her son—
had dinner.
My mom assumed I knew Sister Nan's son first, and that he was taking his mom on a trip, so she started criticizing me, saying things like, "Your
friend is so filial! He's had a car for over a year, why haven't I taken your mom on any trips?"
In the end, Sister Nan called my mom "sister," I called her "Sister Nan," and her son called me "brother" and my mom "auntie"—the generations
were all mixed up. My mom and Sister Nan got along quite well, chatting happily. Sister Nan's son, however, wasn't really trying
to be friendly; perhaps he had something on his mind, and he drank most of a case of beer. Sister Nan had to stop him from
drinking more, and he almost got drunk and started acting crazy.
I could understand his inner turmoil. Nobody's a fool. Perhaps during the two days of travel, he had already sensed
the ambiguous relationship between his mother and me. The most crucial point was that his mother had feelings for me, and he had no way to resolve the situation, so he
drank to drown his sorrows, and even dragged me into drinking too.
Eventually, I was quite drunk, and Nan's son was completely out of it.
Finally, my mother and Nan helped Nan's son into the room. My mother asked if I wanted to go back with her, but I said I wanted to rest
for a while, have some tea, and chat with Nan; she should go back first.
My mother hesitated; she seemed to sense I wanted to talk, but was also worried about me being alone with Nan.
However, I still sent her back.
I sat on a stool by the coffee table in the room and chatted with Nan, then talked about why I have a mother complex, for example, I...
Before I graduated from elementary school, my mom always bathed me. Then she talked about how, when I was in high school, that secretary uncle touched my mom's buttocks,
and then she mentioned an experience I had when I was about ten years old.
I went home from school and didn't see my parents, so I went to a friend's house to look for them.
I found five adults—three men and two women—watching a Category III film together: my dad, my mom, my dad's best friend, his wife
, and another mutual friend.
Of course, I didn't know it was a Category III film; my mom quickly took me home after I arrived. Whether
the three men and one woman continued watching, I don't know. I only know it was a Hong Kong Category III film, and the woman in it
had large, naked breasts, somewhat resembling Amy Yip. Unfortunately, my memory of it is hazy.
Then my friend Nan scolded me, saying that just because others humiliated my mom, I had to humiliate her too? Touching her breasts and then
sending the photos to her husband, and today it was even worse—touching her buttocks in front of her son. Sister Nan came over and hugged
my head. My face was buried in her chest, but there wasn't a hint of eroticism.
Sister Nan said, "You have to get over it, get over it." She felt I hadn't overcome my childhood trauma, which was
why I liked to meet up with respectable women in hotels. It was a reflection of my past; after discovering my mother's infidelity, I assumed every respectable
woman was promiscuous.
I lifted my head and started kissing Sister Nan's neck, then her chin, then her lips. When our lips met
, it was like lightning striking, our tongues quickly intertwining, making smacking sounds, completely oblivious to
the person lying on the bed next to us.
As we kissed, I got more excited and started touching Sister Nan's breasts, quickly unhooking her bra
and tossing it aside.
Sister Nan also became aroused and started helping me unbuckle my belt. I quickly pulled my pants down to the floor, the belt buckle hitting the carpet
with a thud, startling Sister Nan. Nan turned to look at her son's reaction; he was still fast asleep. Relieved, she went
to the door and turned off the bedroom light. Perhaps only in the darkness did she have the courage to have an affair with me.
Nan touched me, grabbed my penis, stroked it, and then knelt on the carpet to lick it. I leaned back
in the chair, feeling an extraordinary sensation. I gently stroked Nan's cheeks. Nan was very attentive with her penis
, taking the glans into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the urethral opening, carefully cleaning the smegma. In the hot weather, everything
smelled of sweat, including my penis, but Nan seemed unconcerned, savoring it intently. Perhaps due to the alcohol, my reaction was
a little slower; it took Nan a while to become erect.
Nan carefully lifted her skirt, pulling her panties down to her ankles, then found the right spot and sat on my penis
. As soon as my penis entered Nan's vagina, I immediately felt satisfied.
There was another person nearby, so Sister Nan didn't dare to move too much. We both had to suppress our physical reactions.
After about twenty thrusts, Sister Nan couldn't take it anymore and felt like she needed to pee.
I pulled Sister Nan into the bathroom, turned on the light, closed the door, and without taking off her clothes, I made her hold onto the back of the toilet,
sticking her butt out like a female dog begging for my attention.
I couldn't take it anymore either. My penis hardened, and I grabbed Sister Nan's breasts with both hands, pressing my hips tightly against her plump buttocks
, and started fucking her without restraint.
Sister Nan bit her skirt, her cheeks flushed, and her vagina was extremely tight. Obviously, the pleasure of committing adultery in front of her son
also stimulated her, and her pleasure and orgasm were particularly intense. I slapped Sister Nan's buttocks a few times, and her sensitive body
went limp, and she climaxed.
My penis, however, was still half-erect. I pointed outside the bathroom, and Sister Nan seemed a little unhappy. So I put my arm around her
and walked out, her steps in sync with mine, like conjoined twins.
Before leaving the bathroom, Sister Nan was still a little worried and called her son's name again, but there was still no
response. Sister Nan finally relaxed. We walked to the bedside, and Sister Nan held onto the edge of the bed, afraid of waking her son
. She only held onto the edge loosely, her body arched, her skirt already half off, her right breast fully exposed to her son
. Even if her son woke up, in the dark, he could probably only see two dark shadows.
Seeing Sister Nan's sleeping son, the pleasure of sexually assaulting a mother right before my eyes was at its peak. I wrapped my arms around Sister Nan
's stomach, my penis thrusting upwards slowly but deeply, like hammering nails into a wall
.
Neither of us spoke; Sister Nan could only pant, the sound of my penis pulling out of her vagina was particularly clear in the darkness
. I somewhat hoped that Sister Nan and her son would wake up and hear me fucking his mother.
There was nothing more satisfying than this. I was also worried that if he woke up, he wouldn't be able to handle it and might fight me.
Before my mother came today, I told her that it was just a meal, we weren't close friends, and she shouldn't exchange phone numbers,
QQ numbers, or WeChat IDs. That's why. If I were to have sex with someone else's wife and daughter and get retaliated against, I could bear the consequences,
but I couldn't let my family be implicated. I couldn't
hold out for long in this stimulating environment. I patted Nan's buttocks, telling her to bend over higher,
and she sucked hard a few times. Finally, I ejaculated inside Nan for the second time.
After we finished, Nan and I started packing our clothes. Nan saw me to the door. There wasn't much people in the hallway.
She looked very tired and told me to rest early. She said she wouldn't send QQ messages or make phone calls that night because she needed to ask the waiter for another
pot of tea because drunk people are especially thirsty.
I left the hotel and took a taxi home. The journey was short, only ten minutes. In the car, I felt lost. Although I
had achieved a real-life version of the "mother-snatching" love movie, I felt no pleasure. Besides the immediate thrill, I
felt mostly fear. If Sister Nan's son acted impulsively, my life would be over.
Yes, Sister Nan loved me, but she loved her son even more. Perhaps this is what it means to be a womanizer, whose wife and daughter are violated...
Chapter
Five:
Visiting a Mature Female Friend Again
Of all the mature female friends I've had, Sister Nan is my favorite. Our relationship has lasted
three years and seems likely to continue. In those three years, we've tried countless things: going to hotels, having
sex in parks, having affairs at my place, having sex in the woods near her son's school, and
answering her husband's calls while we were having sex. I was young and strong, she was like a wolf in sheep's clothing. The age gap of over ten years allowed her to
be emotionally accepting and not conservative sexually, giving me a wonderful experience of being both a mother and a wife.
This summer vacation, I visited Sister Nan's house for the first time. To avoid suspicion, I
went with three of Sister Nan's colleagues. Sister Nan's husband happened to be away, so she arranged for her colleagues to play cards. The youngest colleague and Sister Nan's
son also took my car out for some fresh air. In the end, we enjoyed a passionate
sexual encounter in the bathroom on the second floor of Sister Nan's house. To seek further excitement, Sister Nan even gave me oral sex in her son's room, and ended up swallowing all of my semen
.
The memories of Sister Nan's house were certainly pleasant, and I took the opportunity to bring Sister Nan and her son to my house 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 probably sensed
the ambiguous relationship between me and his mother, and feeling depressed, he eventually got completely drunk. Perhaps because of 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 me next to her son
. This experience of sleeping with someone else's mother in public made me exceptionally vigorous, and in the end, I filled Sister Nan's body with my semen. Nan Jie
had an IUD inserted a long time ago and even changed it 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 personal hygiene and to use condoms with other women.
However, there are always trade-offs. Nan Jie was angry the next morning because she felt I shouldn't have
humiliated her in front of her son. Although she also found it very exciting, with lots of vaginal lubrication and intense passion, she still felt
guilty in front of her son, feeling like she wasn't a good mother. If her son woke up midway, she would have completely
lost her dignity as a mother. Nan Jie is definitely a virtuous wife and loving mother, an ordinary middle-aged housewife. Perhaps it
's because of these qualities that I'm so attached to her. Of course, I'm also sure Nan Jie is just temporarily embarrassed.
For example, last time Nan Jie and I went to the orange grove outside her son's university campus for some outdoor sex, Nan Jie was initially hesitant
, but after we finished, when I said we could come again next time, she still tacitly agreed. She insisted it had to be
during her son's school holidays; firstly, her son wouldn't be at school, and secondly, with no students at school, the chances of being caught would be
small.
After two days of playing, I had to drive Nan and her son home. Just like on the way there, I drove on the highway
, and Nan's son drove the other sections. While Nan and I were driving, Nan was
only focused on chatting with her son or playing on her phone, and she didn't give me a friendly look. Nan's son didn't know
what his mother and I had argued about, but he was happy to see us growing distant. Since Nan's son was ignoring me, I had to find someone to talk to. I first logged into my QQ account and 　　sent photos
to Nan's husband .
Nan's husband has already seen the photos of Nan and me at the scenic spot. I didn't keep two of the more explicit photos
either. In one, I'm hugging Nan's waist, my hand touching her breasts. In the other, Nan,
her son, and I are standing in a row, me and Nan's son on either side, Nan's son with his arms around Nan's neck,
while my hand is hidden behind her, secretly touching Nan's buttocks. Nan's husband had long encouraged Nan to swap wives, but eventually Nan
drifted apart from him. After meeting me, she poured all her affections into me. In the past year, I, her "younger husband," have slept with her
more times than her legal husband.
After uploading the scenic photos, I started uploading other photos of Nan. First, there was a photo of Nan dancing in a thermal undershirt, her face
blurred. Nan's husband didn't recognize her as his wife and asked who she was. I said, "This is an older
woman I slept with, about the same age as your sister-in-law. What do you think? Nice figure, right? Big breasts, fat ass, and a tight pussy
. It's quite enjoyable 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 just indirectly told him the truth: his wife had indeed been with 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 cuckold's complex. Therefore, 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, because I was close to his wife and son, he felt that his
position as the head of the family was being challenged. Therefore, he was quite wary of me
. But because of his cuckold's complex, he didn't have the guts to completely break off the relationship with me.
Having grasped his psychology, I naturally knew what to do. I continued messaging Nan's husband, "How
about it? I'll go fuck this slut with you, interested?"
Nan's husband got excited immediately, "Really? Will she agree?" Nan's husband had not only encouraged Nan to try wife-swapping,
but had also talked to her about threesomes, but Nan had refused.
"It's okay, I'll do the work, she'll agree." I sent Nan's husband several more
photos of Nan in lingerie. Nan was wearing various lingerie I bought, striking different seductive poses. One of them was a black lace
thong, a small piece of fabric covering Nan's full vulva, with black pubic hair peeking out, looking particularly lewd. Nan
had a mole below her breasts, which made Nan's husband even more certain that these censored photos were of his wife. Nan's husband
was furious. He and Nan had been sleeping in separate rooms, and Nan wouldn't let him into her bed. Having sex with me
was perhaps the only way he could have sex with Nan, but to have sex with his wife required
the consent of her lover—was there any justice in this world?
"Do you have any explicit 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've blurred them. I have to protect her privacy, and
I won't post her photos on any forums."
For some reason, Nan's husband trusted me completely. Perhaps it was because he had met me
once that morning and had a slight understanding of my character. If I didn't fully trust Nan, I wouldn't have arranged for her and her
son to visit my hometown and even arranged for my mother to have dinner with them.
"Does her husband agree?" Nan's husband was still playing dumb. Although he recognized Nan, he didn't
say anything. Perhaps this psychological humiliation gave him greater pleasure; of course, it was also possible that
Nan's husband was trying to maintain his dignity.
"It's okay, I've fucked 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 fell silent. Perhaps he was thinking that when he called Nan, she was cheating on him with me.
"Then why did she agree to have sex with you?" Nan's husband asked, voicing his inner confusion.
"Well, her husband is a bit fat, his penis isn't good, not hard enough, doesn't last long, and is a bit short." My
reply probably drove Nan's husband crazy. What could be more humiliating than his wife telling his lover that his penis was no good?
Nan's husband seemed unconvinced. "Then your penis must be very big?"
I didn't answer, 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 buddy's wife completely submissive. Nan herself admitted that my penis was bigger, longer, and harder than her husband's. After seeing the picture, Nan's husband
immediately gave 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 Mother's Desire to Cheat," to Nan's son's email. There was also a friend request on the secondary account; Nan
's son wanted to add me as a friend, which I accepted.
When I got on the highway, I used the restroom at a service area and checked my phone. I found that Nan's son had immediately added me on my secondary
account. He messaged me, "Brother, why did you send me those pictures?"
Back in my hometown, I sent Nan's son a set of pictures of mature Chinese women in a 4P scene.
"Do you like these pictures?" I didn't answer directly.
"Yes, I've gotten hard several times."
"Besides the photos, there's also a novel in your email. Take a look, and tell me your feelings after you've read it.
As for why, I'll explain it to you later. Anyway, I won't harm you."
I've mentioned before that Nan's son has an Oedipus complex; he's already a freshman in college and still sleeps in the same bed as his mother, even though they
have two blankets. But at home, you can use two blankets, but not in a hotel, right? On Nan's last
night at my hometown, I booked a double room for her and her son. Because he was drunk, my mom and Nan carried
him upstairs. Once in the room, I helped Nan undress her son until he was only wearing underwear.
After we had sex, Nan changed into her pajamas and went to bed without a bra. Drunk people sober up quickly.
When Nan's son woke up and found his mother in the same bed, her pajamas disheveled, and her bra
on the bedside table, wouldn't he try anything with her? I don't believe it. He's not a saint; at least he'd probably masturbate while looking at his mother
's breasts.
If Nan's son has a mother complex, or even wants more intimate physical contact with his mother—not necessarily penetration,
but mutual caressing, oral sex, etc.—then okay, take his mother away from me. Because of her family,
Sister Nan had no attachment to her husband, but she loved her son dearly. If he wanted to end my casual
sex relationship with his mother, he would have to completely replace me.
If he didn't dare to have incest with his mother, then he could only become a cuckold,
helplessly watching me be intimate with his mother. Husband cuckolds wife, son cuckolds mother, 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, then 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 was due to Sister Nan's son's
own choice.
After getting off the highway, Sister Nan's son drove, and Sister Nan was playing Happy Landlord on her iPhone. I immediately
sat down next to her, my legs pressed against hers, under the guise of instructing her on Happy Landlord, openly taking
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 was flushed. She didn't know I was so bold; her son was driving, and I dared to
molest her from behind. Sister Nan's son saw my actions through the rearview mirror, remaining silent, perhaps sulking.
Maybe 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 Sister Nan's anus was a little dark; her chrysanthemum was actually quite
pretty.
Seeing me sit down beside her, Sister Nan's son breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother, you can drive now that we're in the district, I'm a little tired."
Sister Nan's son was probably afraid I would misbehave towards his mother again? Kid, you're too naive. If you weren't in the car, and
your mom was sitting in the passenger seat, she'd be willing to lick my penis while she was on my lap. She's probably had sex in the car countless times
. It's not that she's not promiscuous, she's just reserved in front of her son.
Once we got into 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 for her at home. He was probably afraid his wife would run off with me.
When we got home, Sister Nan's husband looked at me with a complicated expression. He asked Sister Nan to prepare lunch, saying he wanted me to stay for dinner
to thank me for taking care of his wife, and so on. Sister Nan's son wasn't happy, feeling his father was inviting trouble, but I
didn't care how sincere Sister Nan's husband was, and casually agreed. Nan's husband never expected me to be so blunt
. I took his wife out for a couple of days and even made him treat me to a meal as a thank you. Thank you for what? Thank you
for fucking his wife's cunt, thank you for loosening her cunt, biting her nipples black, and
rubbing her ass 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
, preparing 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—their whole family and me, an
outsider. The old lady, who was sensitive to the heat, finished eating first and went to the small room at the back of the house on the first floor to listen to opera.
Nan's husband pulled me to drink, and even opened a bottle for his son, making him toast me and call
me "uncle." His son wasn't happy about it. Nan's husband slapped his son on the head, saying, "He calls your mother 'sister,' and me 'elder brother,' and
you don't call him 'uncle,' what do you call him? 'Brother,' then aren't you of my generation?" Nan's son had just called me "Uncle" with a wronged
expression when I downed my drink in one gulp. Looking at him, I thought, "After all, I'm the man who slept with your mother; it's only right that he call me 'Uncle.'"
Actually, I understood his dilemma, much like my mother's mahjong partner, Uncle Qin. He had always been close to me...
He's a good friend, we even played basketball together. He's not even thirty yet, and I'm still in high school. I call him "uncle" reluctantly. Ever since I
saw him touching my mom's butt in the store, I've never been nice to Uncle Qin
. I won't even call him "brother," let alone "uncle." My mom always says I'm impolite and don't know how to greet people. Sister Nan's son saw me touching his mom's butt in the car, and his mom
didn't resist. How could he possibly call me "uncle"? Besides, I look young, not much older than him
. Sister Nan's son offered me a drink, but he was still angry, so he went back to his room to play on the computer. Sister Nan's
husband kept urging me to drink more, but Sister Nan told me to drink less, saying she wanted to drive home. Sister Nan's husband waved his hand, "
Go home? What's the point of going home? If you're drunk, just stay one night and go home tomorrow." Sister Nan was scolded by her husband, so she stopped talking and went back to
the kitchen to clean up 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 he 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 such intense pressure, but didn't want her family to find out. Let 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 find it even more exciting. Sister Nan was constantly afraid
, yet also looking forward to the night.
I must admit, I was quite drunk. Sister Nan's husband and she 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, people on the first floor couldn't come up. Perhaps this was
the result of her husband's actions 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 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 upstairs alone with me in the room.
"Alright, stop pretending. I know your alcohol tolerance. 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'm thinking? I
sat up and pulled Sister Nan into my arms, my left hand instinctively squeezing her breast. Sister Nan's hand also went to
the inside of my thigh. "My husband and son are both home today, and my mother-in-law is here too. You still dare to have such thoughts?"
"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." Sister Nan touched the inside of my thigh, feeling my penis hard, and
pressed it twice. "What are you thinking about all day?"
"You're lying to me again? Didn't you say you slept in the same bed with your son on your days off?" Sister Nan's son's bed is only 1.5 meters wide, just
right for two people.
"At first, yes, but after my husband found out that I'd rather sleep with my son than with him, he
obediently slept downstairs by himself. So I moved to the big room next door. After all, my son is an adult now, and
it's not good for us to always sleep together." Sister Nan's hand lightly touched my penis. When we were together, even when 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 mother—she dotes on her son but doesn't have
the traditional concept of a son avoiding his mother as he grows up. Sometimes when I'm online in my room, my mother 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 pay attention to her anyway. For
my mother, seeing her breasts isn't a big deal, as long as I don't see her vagina, it's fine. She once
wore only underwear after showering and asked me to apply baby powder for her. Of course, when my father 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 that
thing 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 quite interesting to discuss the size of a woman's son's penis
.
"It's alright, a bit bigger than my husband's, smaller than yours, but not bad. He has quite a lot of pubic hair. I was initially
worried that my son's penis wasn't fully developed." Sister Nan was a little embarrassed at first, but then became quite open.
"Not worried now? Let me tell you, your son has already slept with women, with your 90s-born female
colleague, Xiao Huang. The other day they drove out, I noticed their 'incident' in the car. Besides, if
it really doesn't work, he can learn from his dad and ask me for help, to sleep with his wife." I joked.
"Go to hell! It's not enough to just fuck his mother, you want to fuck his wife too? You think you can
have your cake and eat it too? 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! Even if I'm a beast, 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 considerably.
Sister Nan and her husband went downstairs, seemingly still arguing.
I opened my phone; Sister Nan's son messaged my QQ account: "I've read the novel you sent me.
These authors are so strange. Why do they find it exciting to see someone fucking their mother? I feel so humiliated and
pained. I was even forced by my dad to call that bastard 'uncle'."
"Your dad probably doesn't understand the situation," I quickly comforted Sister Nan's son.
"No, he knows. I saw websites like 'Happiness Village' in my browser history when I was online.
Maybe my dad wants to do wife-swapping with that bastard, but he doesn't have a wife!"
I was shocked. Sister Nan's husband goes to wife-swapping websites, and Sister Nan's son knows 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 comfort the young man. If his psychological issues weren't addressed, 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 when we were taking pictures at the scenic spot, and he touched her butt again when I was driving and teaching her a game in the back. So, this groping of his mom's
breasts evens things out!"
I was completely shocked. Did Sister Nan's son see me touching Sister Nan's butt while we were taking pictures?
When my mom and Sister Nan helped him into the elevator, he was still conscious 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. Although the shirt wasn't see-through, if
she lowered her head and raised her hand, people could still clearly see her large breasts. Not only was she exposed,
but Sister Nan's son also took advantage of her.
I couldn't sit still any longer. I had to go back. Although I'd been watching the whole time, and while Sister Nan and my mom seemed to be getting along well, they
hadn't exchanged any sexual partners. I needed to make sure my mom hadn't gotten Sister Nan's son's QQ or WeChat ID
, to cut off all contact and nip any potential problems in the bud.
I'd enjoy having sex with Sister Nan, but my mom would be extremely unhappy about being with her son. My mom had dated a younger
man named Uncle Qin, and she wasn't exactly a virtuous woman. If Sister Nan's son pulled some tricks, I'd be cuckolded.
I quickly drove back, ignoring Sister Nan's husband's enthusiastic pleas to stay. Sister Nan breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried about her
sleeping that night. Her husband, feeling disappointed, felt a little more relaxed, perhaps still thinking about a threesome between us
. Only Sister Nan's son was truly happy, wishing I'd leave.
While driving, I wondered, since Sister Nan's son was conscious before entering the elevator,
did he know I was having sex with his mother in the bathroom? Did he even realize I was having sex with his mother next to his bed? All of this can only
be clarified through my QQ account, including whether he knows about my mother's affair. After I put out the fire at home, I will still visit
Sister Nan's house. When I come next time, I will openly sleep in the same bed with Sister Nan. Yes, I am
sure...
Chapter Six:
Having sex with a mature female friend in front of my mother.
In late July, I was shuttling between the provincial capital and my hometown. I visited Sister Nan's house, Sister Nan visited my house,
I visited Sister Nan's house again, and then I went home. It was a real-life Tale of Two Cities. In addition, my father and his
friends from the community drove to Tibet together. My mother finally lost her temper, saying that the old ones were nowhere to be seen, the young ones were nowhere to be seen,
the father and son were messing around, they didn't care about the shop, and they didn't even have time to play mahjong!
On the afternoon I returned from Sister Nan's house, I first went to a jewelry store to pick out a jade bracelet for my mother. As soon as I got home, I
stood behind my mother and massaged her shoulders to make her happy. My mom sneered, saying I was being overly attentive and there was
something fishy going on. She said I was always running off to the provincial capital; maybe I had a lover somewhere. A chill ran down my spine. Were women's premonitions
really that accurate?
"Mom, I have a question for you. Do you remember the two of us who ate together last night?"
"Of course I remember. Look how filial other sons are; they remember to bring their mothers on their trips. You've traveled all over the country
, and besides bringing back some photos, you never remember to think about your old mother!" I thought to myself.
Most of my trips are for hookups with women I meet online, mostly married women. Would it be appropriate to bring you along?
Of course, my primary goal right now was to confirm whether Nan's son had gotten my mom's... well, you know. Because my mom
isn't exactly a virtuous woman, and she's had lovers before. What if Nan's son took her out to a hotel and cuckolded me
, turning it into a mother-swapping situation? That would be a huge mess. I've seen wife-swapping, but never mother-swapping!
"Did he ask for your phone number?" I asked quickly. Last night at dinner, it was
just the four of us: me, my mom, Sister Nan, and her son. I went to the bathroom once, so if he asked for my number, that would have been the only chance.
"No, I'm not close to them. Why would he ask for my number? Isn't he your buddy?"
"What about his WeChat or QQ number?" I pressed, still not convinced.
"No, but someone nearby added me." My mom's WeChat phone number was hers. She was in her forties,
and in her profile picture, she was wearing a black dress, her chest slightly exposed, looking quite alluring. She was definitely
the type some young men with Oedipus complexes would be attracted to. Quite a few people wanted to add her on WeChat, but she rejected them all.
I took the phone and checked the friend request history. It was indeed Sister Nan's son's WeChat account. Damn it, so this
brat really found out about my affair with his mom, had lustful thoughts about her, and even pretended to be drunk and touched her breasts
. I haven't even touched them since I was an adult!
I quickly deleted the application and then looked through my mom's WeChat chat history. Before I could even finish looking,
my mom snatched the phone away. "Hey, hey, hey, this is about privacy! Don't you understand? You graduated from a prestigious university, for goodness sake
!"
It seems that even though Nan's son didn't add my mom on WeChat, she's still having an affair. Otherwise
, she wouldn't be afraid of me looking at her phone. Of course, maybe it's just online sex chat; I
have quite a few of those friends on WeChat, and some even showed me live streams of her and her husband having sex.
"No, that guy is a jerk. I'm afraid you'll get hurt," I quickly explained.
"A jerk and you still hang out with him? What's wrong with him?" My mom was unhappy. She cares a lot about my upbringing,
especially about me associating with bad influences.
"Wasn't he drunk last night? You and his mom helped him to his room, and I got the room key. His
right hand was all over him..." I couldn't directly say that my mom had been groped.
My mom was furious and smacked me. "You're not being honest! He was pretending to be drunk? You saw it? You little rascal!
You saw your mom's breasts being touched, and you didn't stop him!" That's just how my mom is. She didn't have much education, and even though our
family is better off now, my dad and I still find her language vulgar.
"I saw it, but I thought he was drunk, and I figured he was only a few steps from the door, so I didn't stop
you," I quickly protested.
"Then how did you find out today? Did he tell you?" My mom noticed something suspicious.
Hey, sure enough, it was Nan's son who told me, though he only told me his QQ account.
I couldn't bring myself to say it, but after thinking for a moment, I had an idea. "Last night you went back, and his mother and I helped him
to bed. He even touched his mother's crotch. I thought it was just a coincidence, but today when I drove them back to the provincial capital
, I paid attention and found that he put his hand on his mother's back and touched her buttocks in the car." Haha, in the room,
Sister Nan's son was unconscious. As for touching Sister Nan's crotch and touching her buttocks in the car, it wasn't her son, it was me.
I've spared no effort to defame Sister Nan's son.
My mother was immediately shocked. "No way? He's so bold? This is incest! I've heard of
fathers abusing their daughters, but I've never seen a son harming his mother. Isn't he a handsome young man in college?
It's not like he can't find a girlfriend. Why would he be interested in women?"
"Maybe he has a mother complex." I sighed. I couldn't bear to be harsh on this kindred spirit.
"What? Oedipus complex?" My mom clearly didn't understand Oedipus complex.
"It's being infatuated with your mother, treating her like a lover," I explained.
"Treating your mother like a lover is fine, but you can't sleep with her!" my mom said matter-of-factly. I thought that
by slandering Nan's son for incest, I could make my mom avoid him, but it only piqued her interest.
And rightly so, for my mom, emotional attachment to her mother was acceptable, but physical incest was absolutely unacceptable.
"I'm actually quite curious, though. They come over for two days, and each time they book a double room. Maybe they've
already had sex," I said. I felt like my mom was also quite interested in the idea of mother-son incest.
"Nonsense! You think renting a room means you'll have sex? You shared a bed with me at the end of last year, where are
you now?" Before Mom could finish her sentence, she realized her example was wrong. "Get lost, go mind the shop, I'm going to play cards."
After staying home for two days, Sister Nan called me when she had some free time, asking why I had come home. Before she came, didn't
she swear that she would have sex with her in front of her husband?
I brought up the story of her son pretending to be drunk and touching my mother's breasts. Sister Nan was very happy, "You touched his mother's breasts, he
touched your mother's breasts, an eye for an eye, it's fair!"
"Bullshit! I also slept with his mother, does he want to sleep with her back? Your son pretended to be drunk, aren't you worried?
I had sex with you twice in the room, the last time next to him, aren't you afraid he'll find out?"
Sister Nan then realized what had happened, her face turned pale with fright, "You bastard, I said it was in the bathroom, you said you
wanted excitement, so you dragged me next to my son to have sex with me, now this is a big deal, how can I face my son,
how can I be a mother?"
"Whether your son knows or not is still unknown, I can only ask through my alternate QQ account. You must
be feeling very awkward facing him these days, why don't you go out and clear your head, or come stay at my house for a few days, anyway my dad isn't home."
Sister Nan agreed, packed a change of clothes, and came over.
When my mom saw Nan arrive, she was displeased. "You and her son are friends, what's the deal with you taking in his mother
?"
"Her son didn't actually succeed, but he's been clinging to her these past few days, so she came here to avoid him."
My mom sensed something was wrong. "He told you he didn't succeed? How close are you two? You two
didn't sleep together, did you?" If a man and woman can be completely honest with each other, they're either husband and wife or friends with benefits.
I broke out in a cold sweat. "How could I? She's more than ten years older than me and has been married before. How could I possibly be interested in
her?" "
That's fine. If I find out you and her are having an affair, I'll break your third leg."
"So you agree?" I was very happy. During the day, my mom went out to play cards, so I could basically do whatever I wanted with Nan
.
"Staying here is fine, but where will we sleep? There are three rooms. The study can't be used for sleeping. There are two bedrooms. I
either sleep with you or with me, but I'm not used to sleeping with strangers." My mom was very troubled.
"She can sleep in the second bedroom alone, and I can sleep in the master bedroom with you," I suggested.
"No way, there are outsiders here. What would it look like if we slept in the same bed?" Mom immediately refused. Finally,
we came up with a solution: Mom would put a sofa bed in the second bedroom, Nan would sleep on the bed, Mom would sleep on the sofa, and I would sleep on
the big bed in the master bedroom.
Nan stayed there that night, and I contacted Nan's husband and son on QQ. First, I used my main
account to tell Nan's husband that his wife was staying at my house, and then I used a secondary account to test Nan's son. I confirmed that when Nan and I
were in the bathroom, he was still somewhat conscious, but when Nan and I came to him and had sex, he was unconscious.
I told Nan the results, and she was finally relieved. Although her son knew about my relationship with Nan,
it was fortunate that he wasn't humiliated in front of him. Nan also hinted that I might consider ending
our relationship.
This isn't what I want. It seems Nan is wavering; she might go back to the provincial capital tomorrow, cut ties with me
, and return to her family. I have to change her mind tonight, but surprisingly, my mom and Nan get along quite well, chatting
happily and even adding each other on WeChat. They have a lot in common when talking about raising sons, and as a result, they stay up
very late. My mind was in turmoil in the master bedroom, and I finally made a bold decision.
In the middle of the night, I got up and went to the second bedroom. I gently turned the doorknob and went in. My mom has a habit of
never locking her bedroom door unless my dad and I are both out. I tiptoed into the room, first
listening carefully near the sofa. Hearing my mom's soft snoring, I knew she was fast asleep, and I felt relieved. I
then went to the bed, climbed on top of her, and squeezed next to Nan. Nan is a light sleeper; she wakes up at the slightest sound
.
Nan turned around to face me, her eyes bright, and growled softly, "Are you crazy? Your mother's still right here
!"
I didn't answer, but lifted Nan's nightgown and went straight to touch her breasts. "I am crazy, I'm going crazy
. Just thinking about you next door keeps my dick hard and I can't sleep. I've been leaving my door unlocked, waiting for you to come over, but you
won't. You even said you'd cut ties with me."
After touching her breasts a few times, I buried my head in Nan's chest and started sucking
on her breasts, licking them with my tongue, taking her nipples into my mouth. My hands weren't idle either; my right middle finger found its mark and touched
Nan's vulva. I touched the opening; it was warm, and although there wasn't much lubrication, my middle finger still went smoothly.
Li inserted his middle finger, which moved rapidly in and out of Nan Jie's vagina. Nan Jie also felt it and started moaning
. The faster I moved, the louder Nan Jie's moans became, and when she was about to reach her climax, it sounded like she was crying.
I was startled and quickly looked back at my mother on the sofa. Only after finding that she was still not moving did I feel
relieved.
This time, Nan Jie was more confident than me. "Why didn't you consider your mother when you were humiliating me?
Were you afraid your mother would hear me moaning? It's okay, she's been there. Even if she hears, she'll pretend she didn't." Nan Jie's words were meaningful.
My middle finger was already covered in Nan Jie's love juice. I felt that Nan Jie's vagina was wet enough.
I turned to the side, thrust my penis in, and inserted it directly into Nan Jie's vagina. I put my right hand on Nan Jie's waist. After a few thrusts,
I felt that this position wasn't very enjoyable. I just wanted to release quickly, so I sped up. After a few thrusts, the bed
started to creak. I was startled and slowed down again. Sister Nan was displeased. "You're
not usually like this. You're so energetic in front of my son, you didn't want to leave after two rounds, but today, in
front of your mother, you're all limp?" Sister Nan really has a stubborn personality; she's here to get back at me.
I felt this wouldn't do either, so I patted Sister Nan's butt, signaling her to get up, preparing to take her to the living room or study
to finish the battle.
Sister Nan understood, lifting the blanket. Luckily, the air conditioning wasn't too cold, so being naked wouldn't cause her to catch a cold for a while.
Sister Nan didn't go far. She held onto the bed with both hands, her buttocks high in the air, like a slut waiting to be fucked, legs
spread, exposing her cunt to me. She patted her buttocks, "Come on, Qing'er, come fuck your mother's cunt!"
I was very nervous. I glanced at my mother on the sofa again. She seemed to be in a different position than before,
facing the wall, her back to me and Sister Nan. Maybe she was pretending to be asleep?
There's no turning back now, like an arrow shot from a bow. My mom had already figured out
the ambiguous relationship between Nan and me, otherwise she would have made me sleep on the sofa in the second bedroom and Nan would have slept on the bed. But she never expected that
I would be so audacious as to have sex with Nan while she was sleeping next to me.
Doggy style was obviously much more comfortable. I pressed against Nan's back, squeezing her breasts with both hands, and thrusting my lower
body quickly. My testicles collided with Nan's genitals, making a loud slapping sound. Thinking about my mom eavesdropping on Nan and me,
my penis inexplicably became even harder.
"Isn't your penis soft? Do you only feel comfortable when I'm bent over?" Nan was satisfied and stopped teasing
me.
I didn't say much, just worked hard. If I satisfied Nan tonight, she wouldn't go back tomorrow.
"You son of a bitch, why are you acting like you're on drugs tonight? Is it because your mom's next to you that your penis is so hard?"
Nan deliberately provoked me.
"Your mom's really horny. After showering at night, she doesn't wear a bra, not even underwear. And she doesn't lock the door. If
I didn't come over to stay, you would have come over by yourself tonight." That's true. My mom changes into a nightgown before bed and
doesn't like to wear underwear unless there are outsiders or other relatives visiting.
I pinched Sister Nan's breasts. "Don't talk about my mom!"
Sister Nan reached out and touched my testicles. "Oh, you're feeling sorry for her now? Poor kid, every time we have sex
, you play mother and son, calling me 'Mom,' but when your own mom is sleeping next to you, you don't dare to move. Why don't we
go over there? I'll lift up your mom's skirt and let you see how dark your mom's pussy is?" Sister Nan seemed like a devil,
tempting me to open Pandora's box.
"Even if my mom's pussy is dark, it's not as dark as yours. My mom only gets fucked by my dad, but you get fucked by both me and your husband
!" Hearing Sister Nan say she would lift up my mom's nightgown, my words started to become more outrageous.
"That's not necessarily true. I only have you as my lover. I don't know how many lovers your mother has.
Didn't you say you saw Uncle Qin touching your mother's ass?" Sister Nan's voice was very lewd. Oh no, I had originally planned to
keep this a secret from my mother for the rest of my life.
"What do you think your son is? He wants to fuck you every day. I'll send him nude photos of you right now,
blurred out, so your son can masturbate while looking at your cunt!" I started to get fierce too, my penis thrusting faster and faster.
The stimulation reached its peak, and Sister Nan also came. My ejaculation was released, and my semen gushed into Sister Nan's body,
some even spilling onto the floor.
"Okay, go take a shower first. I'll tidy up and then take a shower. You can go back if you want, I'll drive
you. As for whether you want to cut off contact, you think it over yourself." I gave Sister Nan the choice, and then glanced
at my mother, noticing that her body, which was sleeping on her side, was even more tense.
"Should I go sleep in the master bedroom? You and your daughter can have the room. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
Sister Nan teased me as she dressed.
I hesitated for a moment, then shook my head. "This crosses my line. Touching her breasts, pinching
her butt, I can accept it. At most, people will say I have a mother complex. But crossing that final line, I can't accept it, and she
can't accept it either. I can't hurt her in the name of loving someone."
Sister Nan thought for a moment. "Okay, I'll go take a shower first. You should get some rest too."
After I cleaned up the scene of our lovemaking and left the room, I felt my mother was sleeping soundly, her breathing
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