Visiting my mature female sex partner's house again

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Of all the mature female casual sex partners I've had, Sister Nan is my favorite. Our relationship has lasted for
three years, and it looks like it will continue.
In those three years, we've tried countless things: hotel rooms, outdoor sex in parks, trysts at my place
, sex in the woods near her son's school, and even taking calls from her husband while we're having sex.
I'm young and strong, and she's incredibly sexually active. The age gap of over ten years allows her to be emotionally
accepting and not conservative sexually, giving me a wonderful experience of being both a mother and a wife.
This summer, I visited Sister Nan's house for the first time. To avoid suspicion, I
went with three of her colleagues. Sister Nan's husband wasn't home, so she arranged for her colleagues to play cards. The youngest colleague and Sister Nan's
son even took my car out for some fresh air. Finally, we had a passionate
sexual encounter in the bathroom on the second floor of Sister Nan's house. To add to the excitement, Sister Nan even gave me oral sex in her son's room, swallowing all her semen
.
My memories at 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
ended up getting completely drunk.
Perhaps because of the unfamiliar environment, Sister Nan first had sex with me in the hotel bathroom, and later I
dragged the room and had sex with me next to her son.
This experience of sleeping with someone else's mother in front of others made me particularly brave, and I ended up filling Sister Nan's body with semen.
Sister Nan had an IUD inserted a long time ago and had it replaced last year, so I could
ejaculate inside her without any worries when we were together. Her only requirement for me was to pay attention to my personal hygiene and to use condoms with other women.
However, there are always trade-offs. Sister Nan was angry the next morning because she felt that I shouldn't have humiliated her in
front of . Although she also found it very exciting, with a lot of vaginal lubrication and great passion, she still felt
guilty in front of her son, feeling that she wasn't a good mother.
If her son woke up halfway through, she would completely lose her dignity as a mother.
Sister Nan is definitely a virtuous wife and loving mother, an ordinary middle-aged housewife, and perhaps it's because of this
quality her.
Of course, I'm also sure Sister Nan is just temporarily embarrassed. For example, last time Sister Nan and I went to the orange grove outside her son's university
campus for some fun, Sister Nan was initially hesitant, but after we finished, when I said we could come again next time
, she readily agreed.
She insisted it had to be during her son's vacation time; firstly, her son wouldn't be at school, and secondly, there would be no students at the school, so
the chances of getting caught would be small.
After two days of fun, I had to drive Sister Nan and her son home. Just like on the way there, I drove on the highway, and
her son drove the other sections.
While Sister Nan's son was driving, although Sister Nan and I were sitting in the back seat, Sister Nan was only focused on
chatting with her son and playing on her phone, giving me a rather unfriendly look.
Sister Nan's son didn't know what his mother and I were arguing about, but seeing us starting to drift apart, he
was happy to see it.
Since Sister Nan's son was ignoring me, I had no choice but to chat with someone else.
I first logged into my main QQ account and sent photos to Sister Nan's husband.
Sister Nan's husband had already seen the photos of Sister Nan and me at the scenic spot, including two rather explicit ones that I
hadn't saved. In one photo, I had my arm around Sister Nan's waist, and my hand was touching her breasts. In the
other photo, the three of us—Sister Nan, her son, and me—were standing in a row, with me and her son on either side of her. Her son had his arm around her neck,
while my hand was hidden behind her back, secretly touching her buttocks.
Sister Nan's husband had long encouraged her to engage in wife-swapping, but eventually, Sister Nan drifted apart from him. After meeting me, she
poured all her affections into me. In the past year, I, her "little husband," had slept with her more times than her legal husband.
After sending the scenic photos, I started sending other photos of Sister Nan, starting with a photo of her dancing in a thermal undershirt,
her face blurred.
Nan's husband didn't recognize her as his wife. He asked who she was, and I told him it was an older woman I'd slept with,
about the same age as my sister-in-law. "Pretty good figure, right? Big breasts, a fat ass, and a tight
pussy . It was quite a pleasure to fuck her.
" When Nan's husband heard me say the woman in the photo was about the same age as his wife, he understood.
I was just subtly telling him the truth: his wife had indeed been 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. He was psychologically capable of accepting the fact that I had cheated on him, but
he didn't want me to be involved in his family life for long. Moreover, my close relationship with his wife and son
challenged his position as the head of the family.
Therefore, he was wary of me, but because of his cuckold's complex, he lacked
the courage to completely break things off with me.
I understood his psychology, and I knew what to do.
I continued messaging Nan's husband, asking, "How about we go fuck this slut together? Interested?"
Nan's husband immediately got excited. Seriously? Would she agree? Nan's husband had not only encouraged Nan to engage in wife-swapping but had also talked to
her about threesomes, but Nan had refused. "
No problem, I'll handle the work. She'll agree."
I sent Nan's husband several photos of Nan in lingerie. Nan was wearing various lingerie I bought, striking
different seductive poses. One photo showed her in a black lace thong, a small piece of fabric covering her full vulva
, with black pubic hair peeking out, looking exceptionally lewd.
Nan had a mole below her breasts, which further convinced her husband that these blurred photos were of his wife.
Nan's husband was furious. He and Nan had been sleeping in separate rooms, and Nan refused to 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 , he needed her lover's consent. Was there any justice in this world? Did I have any nude photos? Nan's husband was naturally worried that I
had nude photos of his wife.
No, the lingerie photos were the most revealing, and I even blurred them. I had to protect her privacy, and
I wouldn't post her photos on forums.
For some reason, Nan's husband trusted me completely. Perhaps it was because he had met me
once that morning and knew a little about me.
If I didn't fully trust Nan, I wouldn't have arranged for her and her son to travel to my hometown, and I wouldn't have arranged for me to...
Mom had dinner with them.
Did her husband agree? Nan's husband was still pretending not to know. 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 wanted to maintain his dignity.
It's okay, I've slept with this woman hundreds of times. Her vagina is full of my semen. When her husband
calls her, she even licks my penis.
Nan's husband fell silent. Perhaps he was thinking that when he called Nan, she was cheating on him with me.
Then why is she willing to have sex with you? Nan's husband asked, 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 is no good? Nan's husband seemed unconvinced. Then your penis must be very big. I didn't say anything, but directly sent a
picture of my genitals. I'm on the thin side and not very tall, but my penis is indeed exceptionally well-endowed.
Perhaps it's genetic; my dad, who's about 1.7 meters tall, still manages
to have his thumb. Sister Nan herself admitted that my penis is bigger, longer, and harder than her husband's. After seeing the photos, her husband immediately backed down
. After logging into my main QQ account, I logged into my alternate account and sent two cuckold stories, "The Cheating Mother" and "Childhood Memories: The Mother's Desire to Cheate," to Sister Nan's son's email. There was also a friend request on my alternate account; Sister Nan's son wanted to add me as a friend, and I accepted. When I got to the highway, I used the restroom at a service area, checked my phone, and found that Sister Nan's son had immediately added me on my alternate account . He messaged me, "Brother, why did you send me those pictures?" Back in my hometown, I sent Sister 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. "I like it, my dick's been hard for ages." "Besides photos, you also have a novel in your email. Take a look, and tell me your thoughts after you've finished . I'll explain why later, but I won't hurt you." I've mentioned before that Nan's son has a mother complex. He's a freshman in college and still sleeps in the same bed as his mother, even though they have two blankets. But, two blankets at home? It's not appropriate in a hotel. On Nan's last night at my hometown, I booked a double room for them. 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 finished, Nan changed into her pajamas and went to bed without even a bra. Drunk people sober up quickly. When Sister Nan's son woke up, he found his mother sleeping in the same bed with him, her pajamas disheveled, her bra on the bedside table. I don't believe he really wouldn't touch his mother inappropriately; he's not a saint. At the very least, he'd masturbate while looking at his mother's breasts. If Sister 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.—that's fine; he can take his mother away from me. Because Sister Nan has no attachment to her husband, but she loves her son dearly. If he wants to end my casual sex relationship with his mother, he has to completely replace me. If he doesn't dare to have incest with his mother, then he can only develop into 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 this far, I wouldn't just be a guest at Sister Nan's house; I'd be stepping into 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 exiting the highway, Sister Nan's son drove, and Sister Nan played Happy Landlords on her iPhone. I immediately sat down next to her, my legs pressed against hers, ostensibly to instruct her on the game, but in reality, to openly take advantage of her . My left hand was on Sister Nan's back, touching her buttocks, my middle finger hooking her butt crack. Sister Nan's face turned bright red; she didn't realize how audacious I was—her son driving, and I dared to molest her from behind. Sister Nan's son saw my actions through the rearview mirror, remaining silent, perhaps sulking. Perhaps because my attention was focused on Sister Nan's buttocks, she was quickly eliminated. Sister Nan pushed me aside, saying, "Move over a bit; with you teaching me, I'll lose even faster." My hand was already inside Sister Nan's underwear, my middle finger almost inside her anus. jkforum.net | jkf Czech Forum Sister Nan and her husband had tried anal sex, but I'm not very interested in backdoor sex, so Sister Nan's anus area is a little dark, though her chrysanthemum is actually quite pretty. Seeing me sit down, Sister Nan's son breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother, we're in the area, you can drive, I'm a little tired ." Sister Nan's son was probably worried I'd misbehave with his mother again. Kid, you're too naive. If you weren't in the car , and your mother was sitting in the passenger seat, she'd be willing to lick my penis while she was on my lap. She's had countless car sex incidents. It's not that she isn't promiscuous, she's just reserved in front of her son. Once we entered the area, it was quick to get to Sister Nan's house; we arrived around noon. Nan's husband didn't go out to work; he stayed home specifically to wait for Nan to return. He was probably afraid his wife would run off with me. When we got home, Nan's husband looked at me with a complicated expression. He asked Nan to prepare some food, saying he wanted me to stay for lunch to thank me for taking care of his wife, and so on. Nan's son was unhappy, feeling his father was inviting trouble. I, however, didn't care how sincere Nan's husband was and readily agreed. Nan's husband didn't expect me to be so impolite, taking his wife out for two days and then making him treat me to a meal as a thank you. Thank you for what? Thank you for fucking his wife's vagina, thank you for making her vagina loose, biting her nipples black, and rubbing her buttocks big. Nan's husband had no choice but to have his son buy a case of Snow Beer and some beef and pig ears from the village deli, planning to have a good drink with me. There were five of us at lunch: Nan's mother-in-law, Nan, her husband, her son, and me—the whole family and me, an outsider. The old lady, who disliked the heat, finished eating first and went to the small room at the back of the house on the first floor to listen to opera. Sister Nan's husband pulled me into drinking, and even opened a bottle for his son, letting his son toast me and shout "Thank you!"

My uncle's son wasn't happy about it.
Sister Nan's husband slapped his son on the head. "He calls your mom 'sister,' and me 'big brother,' why don't you call him 'uncle
'? Then you're not in my generation!" Sister Nan's son reluctantly called me "uncle." I downed my drink in one gulp. Looking at
Sister Nan's son, I thought, "After all, I'm the man who slept with your mother, so calling me 'uncle' is only fair."
Actually, I understood Sister Nan's son's dilemma, just like my mother's mahjong partner, Uncle Qin.
We've always had a good relationship, even played basketball together. He's not even thirty, and I was in high school. Calling him "uncle"
was something I didn't want to do.
Ever since I saw him touching my mother's butt in the store, I haven't given Uncle Qin a good look.
I don't even want to call him "brother," let alone "uncle." My mother always says I'm impolite and don't know how to greet people.
Sister Nan's son saw me touching his mother's butt in the car, and his mother didn't object. How could he possibly want to call
me "uncle"? Besides, I look young, not much older than him.
Sister Nan's son toasted, still angry, and went back to his room to play on the computer.
Nan's husband kept urging me to drink, but Nan advised me to drink less, saying she needed to drive home.
Her husband waved his hand dismissively, saying, "What's the point of going home? You're drunk. Just stay one night, go home tomorrow." Nan,
scolded by her husband, fell silent and went back to the kitchen to clean the dishes.
In her heart, she cursed her husband for being stupid. "Last time I visited, my son was home, and I slept with her. He came to my house
for a trip , my son was sleeping next to me, and I still dared to have sex with her!" she thought. She knew my audacity all too well. She was addicted
to sex under extreme pressure and didn't want her family to find out. Letting me stay overnight was like throwing a lamb to the slaughter.
Her husband, son, and mother-in-law were all home, so maybe she'd even find it more exciting.
Nan was constantly afraid, yet she also eagerly awaited the night.
I have to admit, I was really drunk. Nan's husband and Nan herself helped me upstairs to rest. As we walked up
the stairs , I noticed changes in 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 from the inside, no one could come up from the first floor. Perhaps this was
the result of Nan's husband's efforts at home these past few days.
But this door was perfect for Nan and me to have an affair. If I closed the door upstairs and made love vigorously in the bedroom
, no one would see, right? Nan arranged for me to sleep in her son's room. Nan's husband said he
was going to make some tea to sober up and went downstairs first, leaving 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 my inner
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. 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 . 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 would 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 him 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.
"Why don't you two use two blankets? What's wrong with that? I know, you saw your
son's penis."
I immediately became curious. Among my mature female sex partners, Sister Nan is a bit like my mom—she dotes on her son but doesn't have
the same sense of separation from his mother as he grows up.
Sometimes when I'm online in my room, my mom can change her top directly, unless she takes off her bra, before letting me out.
If I'm engrossed in playing on the computer, she doesn't hide when she changes her underwear, since I don't notice her anyway.
For my mom, seeing her breasts isn't a big deal, as long as I don't see her vagina, it's fine. She once
showered and wore only her underwear, asking me to help her apply baby powder.
Of course, when my dad is home, she's more careful.
"What penis? That sounds awful. I woke up this morning, and he rolled the blanket to one side, turned to his side,
and it got hard."
Sister Nan and I talk about everything, and she wasn't embarrassed at all about her son's morning erections.
"Oh, is it big?"
I asked curiously. Discussing the size of a woman's son's penis with a woman—how interesting!
"It's alright, he's a bit older than my husband, but younger than you, and not bad at all. He has quite a lot of pubic hair. I was initially
worried that my son's genitals weren't fully developed."
Sister Nan was a little embarrassed at first, but then she became quite frank.
"
Don't worry now, right? Let me tell you, your son has already slept with women, with your 90s-born female
colleague, Xiao Huang. The other day when they drove out, I noticed their 'incident' in the car. Besides,
if it really doesn't work out, he can learn from his dad and ask me for help, and sleep with his wife."
I joked.
"Go to hell! It's not enough to just fuck his mother, you want to fuck his wife too? You
think ? 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 others fucking their mothers, but I feel humiliated and
in pain? 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. When I was browsing the internet, I saw websites like 'Happy Village' in my browser history where people date .
Maybe my dad wants to do wife-swapping with that bastard, but he doesn't have a wife! He doesn't have a wife!
"
I was shocked. Nan's husband was on a wife-swapping website, and Nan's son knew that kids these days were really something else.
Having a child who was proficient in the internet was a disaster.
"Don't overthink it,"
I continued to comfort the young man. If his psychological problems weren't resolved, he might develop psychological trauma, and it would
affect his views on love and marriage.
"His mom is quite well-maintained. When she helped me into the room, I took the opportunity to touch her breasts. She's almost
fifty , but her breasts haven't sagged much, and they're quite large. The key is, she wasn't wearing a bra. He
touched my mom's butt in front of me while we were taking pictures at the scenic spot, and he touched her butt again when I was driving and teaching her a game in the back. So, this one touch on her
breasts evens things out!"
I was completely shocked. When we were taking pictures, Nan's son saw me touching Nan's butt. When my mom and Nan
were helping him into the elevator, he was still conscious and even touched my mom's breasts—no, he might not have let go of her hand
. 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 I exposed, but Nan's son also groped me. I couldn't sit still any longer; I had to go back. Although I had been watching the whole time
, Nan and my mom seemed to get along well, but they hadn't exchanged contact information.
I needed to make sure my mom hadn't gotten Nan's son's QQ or WeChat ID either, cutting off
all and nipping any potential problems in the bud.
I was thrilled to have sex with Nan, but my mom was extremely unhappy about being with Nan's son. My mom had dated a younger
man named Qin, and she wasn't exactly a virtuous woman. If Nan's son pulled some tricks, I'd be cuckolded
.
I quickly drove back, ignoring Nan's husband's enthusiastic attempts to persuade me to stay. Nan was relieved, no longer worried about her sleeping
that night . Her husband, feeling disappointed, was also somewhat relieved, perhaps still thinking about a threesome between us
.
Only Nan's son was truly happy, practically begging me to get out of there.
While driving, I was thinking, since Nan's son was conscious before entering the elevator, did he know I was having sex with
his mother in the bathroom? Did he know I was having sex with his mother next to his bed? I can only
find out all of this through my alternate QQ account, including whether he knows my mother's contact information. After I put out this mess, I will still visit
Nan's house. Next time I come, I will sleep in the same bed with Nan openly. Yes, I'm
sure of it ...

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