A wife-swapping adventure

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My wife, Shanshan, and I met during a trip to Paris.
Shanshan was a blonde foreign woman, fiery and passionate, with a great figure and stunning beauty. We
hit it off immediately. I bought her a beer, and she launched into a long, drawn-out story about her sexual history, implying that
she was a very promiscuous woman and that I should sleep with her if I wanted.
I boasted a bit, making up stories to exaggerate my sexual prowess, and surprisingly, it was incredibly
easy to get her back to the hotel. Initially, I planned just a one-night stand, but afterwards, she clung to me
and refused to leave. Eventually, she even came back to Hong Kong with me, saying she wanted to marry me. Was this for real?
Marrying a foreign woman wasn't easy, and even someone as flirtatious as me found it overwhelming. She asked me if I wanted to pretend I didn't know
and let her go out and have affairs, or if I wanted us both to benefit. I asked her what she really wanted. She said, "Why don't we
join a 'wife-swapping club' so we can both try something new one or two nights a week?"
It turns out there really is a "wife-swapping club." Joining isn't easy; you need an introduction from an acquaintance, and the membership fee is quite expensive
. However, all the fees collected are used to create an atmosphere and entertainment for members, so it's quite worthwhile. Actually, I found it hard to get over
myself. Playing with other people's wives is fine! But giving my own wife
away putting a green hat on my head... However, after a few rounds and enjoying some decent women, from
slender to plump, I found them quite appealing and gradually accepted this adult game.
The wife-swapping club's activities are diverse, sometimes using members' private villas or yachts. I heard that sometimes, with large
numbers , they even go on cruise ships, having a huge party at sea. This time, it was my first time
going on the "Gemini." Our wife-swapping club had booked the entire deck, and I was incredibly excited. But when I
boarded, I was surprised to see my parents there too! What a coincidence! Haha, it really
was a coincidence.
I pulled my dad aside and asked him what he was doing on the boat. He said, "Son, I'm not afraid to tell you
my family business . Your dad needs to save his life." I asked, "Save what life?" My dad said his marriage was in trouble,
and my mom kept complaining about his lack of virility and wanted a divorce. They had seen a sex therapist, who suggested
they try this thing. So, were they on the boat to participate in wife-swapping? My dad said, "Are
we here to gamble? If we were, we wouldn't have brought your mom along!"
Is that even allowed?
I glanced over at my mom; she was incredibly slutty, completely ignoring my dad. She started
flirting I couldn't bear to watch. I didn't believe my mom was such a wanton woman, so I immediately
told Shanshan. That woman immediately exclaimed "excelent!"
meaning it was wonderful! The best way to swap partners was to try it out on my father-in-law for a night and see if he could revive. She even claimed to have
a way to bring my dad's "dead gun" back to life.
Sleeping with my dad? Isn't that incest? Hey, I was really defeated by her.
At dinner, I didn't want to sit at the
same table as my parents, but the president said to me, "You're Chinese, why don't you sit with these new members? You both speak Mandarin, so you can introduce our association's affairs." Of course,
the president didn't know what our relationship was. My mom's English was terrible; her conversation with Shanshan was completely
nonsensical , and after a few more sentences, it went even further off-topic. Shanshan had learned a few broken Cantonese phrases, and listening to her was like
having your stomach ripped open.
I finally couldn't help but ask my mom, "Do you even know what we're here for?" I hoped she would think it over carefully and back out at the last
minute , which would have put my mind at ease. But then she said, "I'll do whatever you want!"
Shanshan chimed in, "Of course Grandma knows, we're here for some fun!" Mom said, "Oh, right! Oh, right!"
Dad said he didn't know my wife and I were members, otherwise he wouldn't have needed to ask around for introductions. He asked
how long I'd been a member. I said I joined as soon as I returned to Hong Kong. He asked if I thought my wife was too old for me and
wanted find younger women. I said, "Quite the opposite, my wife wants to change things up now and then, I'm just playing along."
After dinner, the president announced tonight's theme was random matchmaking, drawing lots to choose partners. The women went back to their rooms first,
stripped naked, and waited. The men handed over their keys, which were placed in a small box. They took turns drawing lots; whichever room they drew,
the woman inside was theirs.
I can't say I wasn't nervous. Of all the times I've played wife-swapping, this was the most worrying because Dad and Mom were there. If we
weren't careful, it would be troublesome if either of us drew the other's wife. It's not that I think my mom is old. I've been with quite a few
older women, and those who come out to play are usually pretty good in bed. Making love with them is
quite exhilarating. But if I were to actually draw the key to sleep with my own mother, wouldn't that be absurd?
How could I possibly do it?
The chairman announced the rules of the game: everyone must follow the arrangements of the organizers, draw lots and accept their fate. Whoever you draw is
who you , and you ca
n't exchange keys with others unless you draw your own wife. The chairman even added,
in what he thought was a joke, that you must remember not to exchange keys with others, even if you draw your own mother. Everyone burst into laughter, but I couldn't laugh. I looked at my dad; he was laughing too. I wondered if he understood what the chairman was saying? Had he considered
what would happen if his son drew his wife?
I nervously took the key and checked the room number,
constantly me from incest. If I opened the door and saw my own mother inside, it would
be incredibly embarrassing, because anything is possible in this world.
Guess what I was thinking as my hands trembled as I opened the door and saw a naked woman sitting on the bed
? "Please, please, let this be the worst of all!" I thought. But the worst part
was … the naked woman's face was turned away, the room was dark, and I couldn't see her face clearly, only that
her buttocks were very full, and I could vaguely see her high, round breasts.
I'd never felt this uneasy even on my first wife-swapping experience. What should I do? Ask her name first?
Verify her before getting into bed? Sorry, there are no such rules in wife-swapping. The most captivating aspect of wife-swapping is the mystery. It's
extremely impolite to know there's a naked woman lying in bed waiting for you, then open the door and hesitate before
going in.
I told myself, "It can't be that coincidental, can it? With so many women, it's unlikely I'd be swapping with my own mother. It's like winning the lottery and
missing out on a chance." I was sweating profusely, but my penis was uncontrollably erect, hard as a large pine tree.
So thick. I can't leave. Backing out at the last minute would be humiliating; I'd be a laughingstock, and standing someone up
would be against the rules, getting me expelled. My wife would definitely divorce me then. I had no choice but to steel myself, step into the room,
bolt the door, and approach my sexual partner for the night, to greet her…
I lowered my voice, as if afraid of being recognized, and whispered "Huh?" twice. The naked woman
on the bed lowered her head, silent. What was she doing? Was she really
shy? Or was she really my mother, scaring me? What if it really was her? My
heart was pounding like crazy; her silence only made me more helpless.
However, I've seen some women act cool, impossible to get a word out, remaining silent even after sex; others are
incessantly gossipy, which is even worse. It's not like I'll be with her forever; I don't need to confide in her, do I? But
she insists you open your heart to her. Sigh! I'm afraid to talk too much, and if I remain silent, I won't know what she's thinking.
Between the two, I'd rather she stay quiet.
Alright, I patted my chest and approached her, trying to get a better look at her. However, the room was pitch black,
and she was like a mist or a flower, so I couldn't see her face clearly. I only saw a snow-white back. As for
whether it was smooth? I'll tell you after I touch it.
Looking closer, this woman's figure was quite attractive, especially with the curves of her back, indicating
a good figure. At first glance, while not exactly hourglass-shaped, her buttocks were large and round. My
eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and I could even see her deep cleft, and a small tuft of pubic hair peeking
out from between her legs.
She casually tossed her hair, tossed her head from side to side, and then turned half her body towards
me , letting me see her breasts bouncing up and down. They seemed quite large, though whether they were firm enough would
only be known after holding them. In short, she deliberately showed off her assets, letting you see that she was well-endowed, not like a high-rise building
or flat-chested woman.
Also, her hair wasn't in a bun, but loosely draped over her shoulders, making her look both languid and
alluring . So, I felt a little more at ease, because my mother, who is at least in her forties and not fifty,
could never have a figure as good as hers, nor such firm breasts.
I felt really embarrassed; I had been in her room for so long, only focused on looking at her body, that I had even
forgotten . I hurriedly stripped off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. There was no need to rush when taking off pants; if
I realized anything was amiss, I could just slip away immediately, even if I had to apply the brakes. This is called "seeing one thing and doing another."
Wow, the closer I got to her, the faster my heart pounded. I climbed onto the bed and sat beside her,
treating her like a ticking time bomb—a mouse trying to hold a turtle, completely at a loss. But then, she
suddenly burst into action, burying her head in my chest. Her soft hair and flushed face pressed against my skin, our
bodies pressed tightly together, stimulating my blood to boil. Her initiative in breaking the ice immediately escalated
the atmosphere .
At this point, I had cast aside all inhibitions. I closed my eyes, not caring who she was; I'd just go for
it! I seized the opportunity to wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her. This intimate contact felt like holding a soft, warm body in
my arms . Her waist was incredibly slender, and I didn't notice any middle-aged woman's belly. Without a word,
my other hand immediately grasped her breast, kneading and rubbing it. Wow, fantastic! She felt great,
very , and her skin was even smoother than my wife Shanshan's. She was a real sex stunner. [url] www.6park.com
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Damn it, she seemed like she hadn't been with a man in a long time, she was even more lustful than me.
Without thinking twice, without caring that we had never met before, she grabbed my neck, raised her head, and tilted her face up, wanting me
to kiss her. As soon as my lips touched hers, she sucked on my tongue and slurped it incessantly, even sucking my saliva into her mouth.
I was already very familiar with this kind of French kiss, so I readily agreed. Although I didn't know anything about her, I was already
in a bind. I didn't care about getting bird flu, we were all kissing so passionately that we forgot everything else.
After a brief passionate kiss, she slipped her hand inside my underwear and began teasing my penis.
Her ministrations made it swell even harder and thicker, throbbing like a baton inside my pants. Not
content with that, she pulled it out and began to play with it.
Of course, I wasn't going to give in. With my penis in her hands, how could I not take over
a few retaliated
, reaching out and groping her body. I stroked her back, touched her thighs, and even probed her vulva between her legs. I rubbed her breasts,
dug into her vagina, and even poked her anus with my fingers. Hearing her lewd giggles, her seductive manner inviting me into a trap, I
realized she hadn't been silent; she was feigning innocence, but deep down she was a wanton slut.
We were French kissing and caressing each other when she soon lay back on the bed,
spread wide, her legs wide open, her vulva facing me. What did this mean? It meant
we could have sex!
I pressed my advantage, turning her around and pinning her down, immobilizing her. I took her two
papaya -like nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking them like a child eating candy. Wow! They were exquisite; her
nipples were harder than glass marbles. I sucked on her breasts and nipples with great pleasure, also touching
her thighs and exploring her vulva. I didn't even need to lick with my tongue; her pubic hair was already wet and slippery, even her inner
thighs were covered in her juices. What a slut!
After being played with by me for a while, she blushed and felt hot, tossing and turning, moaning and groaning
until I was completely aroused. I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled down my underwear, got into position, and was about to go for it when
she suddenly started playing dirty tricks on me. She pushed me away and, as if wrestling, pinned me beneath her.
When she spread her legs and brought her vulva to my mouth, I realized—did she want to try 69? Of course, I was happy to oblige!
She arched her back, straddled me, and took my penis in her mouth, like the song
"Should I have a big cigar?" She sucked on the glans and then on the shaft. Needless to say, my penis
was going to be a long spear after being treated like that!
And then, she sucked and licked my penis like a puppy chewing on a bone, so excited that she twisted her buttocks...
She twisted her body, almost making me lose control, because she opened and closed her thighs so wide that I could clearly see her fresh and delicious
abalone , and juices were dripping from it.
I stretched out my long, thick tongue, wanting to lick it, but her buttocks kept moving up and down,
sometimes lowering, sometimes raising, and even though my tongue was tired, I couldn't reach it. Unexpectedly, she understood my desire
and automatically delivered herself to my door, lowering her plump buttocks to just above my nose, so I stretched my neck and...
haha, I licked it! The "oyster sauce" was indeed fresh and flavorful, and I swallowed her whole abalone, along with
her pubic hair, in one gulp. Just thinking about it, of course, I couldn't eat it!
I stretched out my tongue as far as possible, wantonly teasing between the two labia of her abalone, while
the fishy and pungent smell from between her thighs kept entering my nostrils. Abalone sauce actually tastes quite fishy, which is why there's
a saying "Your mother's stinky cunt." It's called "you reap what you sow." Who told you to "
fuck your mother's cunt"? Don't complain about the smell.
Her actions quickly ignited my fire. Abalone is delicious, but nothing beats the thrill of having my cock
inside and pounding around. Even an idiot would know what to do. I sucked hard on her abalone,
draining all the juice. She went limp and collapsed onto my stomach. This was perfect!
Even with a deliberately chosen position, I couldn't find such a comfortable spot!
I eagerly pulled away, supporting her slender waist from behind, lifting her buttocks slightly to adjust my
position, then aimed my glans at her vaginal opening and thrust in, all the way in.
Doggy style with her was effortless, even more compatible than with Shan Shan. I grabbed her breasts,
kneading and rubbing them relentlessly, my lower body pressed tightly against her buttocks, thrusting in and out forcefully until she trembled all over, her buttocks twisting
and turning in rhythm with my movements. Judging from her wanton appearance, her clitoris must have been numb from my thrusting.
Her buttocks were like suction cups, pressed tightly against my lower abdomen, preventing my penis
from slipping out during the frenzied fucking. This kind of fucking was incredibly pleasurable! Oh, she opened her mouth and started to cry out: "Help..."
Her moans were so seductive, so wanton.
We clung to each other, only our lower bodies colliding, her buttocks swaying back and forth, her juices flowing freely,
her fragrant sweat flying everywhere, our four thighs stuck together like glue, impossible to separate.
I can't remember how long we fucked like that, I only remember that before my legs went weak (kneeling on the bed
doing doggy style for so long was really tiring), I blasted a powerful shot. The force of that shot made me incredibly
proud; it was arguably my best performance ever. Just hearing the woman's almost hoarse screams,
I'm sure you can imagine it without me saying more.
Thinking I had satisfied this woman, she was limp and lay down next to me, clinging to me tightly with intense desire.
Her four thighs were wet and covered in her own fluids, as if glued together. Swapping wives with this beauty
was definitely worth the price. What warmed my heart the most was that she started out as a shy, resentful woman, but under my relentless fucking, she
eventually transformed into an incredibly wanton slut.
She was still not satisfied, and she brought her lips close to me, wanting me to kiss her passionately again. I took the opportunity to push aside
the hair covering her face and see what she really looked like. This woman was incredibly passionate during sex, but I
wondered if she was pretty. She didn't need to be a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers, just not an ugly duckling would have been enough for me.
It was already dawn. After brushing aside her hair, my eyes
widened in shock. When
I clearly saw who the pretty woman I'd spent the night with was, my eyes practically popped out of their sockets… It was like a scene from a Cantonese movie, a tragic family drama. I'd bet big
, and she really was my mother! How could I dare kiss her? I wanted nothing more than
to disappear from her sight!
I hurriedly grabbed my underwear and put it on to cover myself, stammering, "Mom! Is that you?"
Actually , that question was pointless. I'd already seen every inch of her body, and now she
was lying naked on the bed, the answer right before my eyes.
My mother's breasts trembled slightly, her face flushed, and she covered her breasts with both hands, her head bowed, unable to look
me in the eye. She said, both ashamed and regretful, "Oh my god?! Son, why did you choose
to sleep ? You'll be punished by heaven!" Before she finished speaking, tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, leaving me
at a loss, unsure of what to say to comfort her.
We, mother and son, had done this incredibly foolish thing, and there was nowhere to hide, let alone
try to clean up the mess. My little brother, oblivious to the danger, was now erect again, peeking out from the edge of her underwear. My mother was still
completely naked, all her body exposed before me. She could cover her breasts, but I could see her genitals. She just
kept crying and sobbing , making me increasingly agitated. It was all my fault; it was all my wife's fault for bringing me to this wife-swapping game, which
led to this disaster.
Now that things have come to this, I have to find a way to appease my mother, no matter what I do! She's
a woman; she wanted a one-night stand but ended up letting her son have it all. At least she should say "I'm
sorry ." So I leaned close to her ear, trying to gently persuade her, "Why don't you put your clothes back on first?"
It was incredibly embarrassing to say that; the words stuck in my throat. My
mother, tears streaming down her face, buried her head in my chest, crying more and more pitifully. I didn't know whether to hug her
or not, so I finally decided to be a gentleman and not back down, moving my shoulder closer for
her to lean on.
"Son, I'm completely at a loss. What should I do?"
My chest was soaked with my mother's tears, and my penis, misbehaving, became erect again, making
a large bulge in my underwear. I was caught in a dilemma, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed. Pressed against my mother's soft flesh,
her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, how could I possibly think of a solution? All my ideas vanished! All I could do was stroke her
smooth back and try to comfort her with kind words.
"Mom, it's all my fault! I really didn't know it was you. If I had known, I wouldn't have
slept with you. I'm the one who made you suffer. I'm not human, I'm worse than an animal! You hit me, you scolded me!" I said
, pounding my chest with a loud "bang."
Seeing me pounding myself so hard, easily causing internal injuries, my mother naturally felt sorry for me. She grabbed
my hand, stopping me from hitting myself, and said, "Son, it's not entirely your fault. Ultimately, it's all your fault..."

"That good-for-nothing dad of mine caused all this trouble. He's always out there flirting with other women, leaving me all alone at home . He only comes home when he's old and worn out, which is why this scandal happened. Sigh! Fate, fate."
"Mom, it really is fate. Of all the women I could choose, I couldn't pick you. But last night, you
really didn't recognize me?"
"Last night, the lights were off in the room, and you were thrusting into other women from behind, making me dizzy. How could I possibly
see your face clearly? Plus, you were being mysterious, and your voice sounded different than usual. And you? There's no reason you
wouldn't recognize your own mother."
I told her I wouldn't dare say it without getting angry, and she agreed, but only that I shouldn't take advantage of her. So
I spilled all my thoughts about her figure. After listening, she said, "So you think so too.
I know my appearance isn't attractive to men, I look like a middle-aged woman, otherwise I wouldn't have spent
tens of thousands on slimming treatments and even had my face pulled, don't you think?" "
Mom looked up, brushed her hair aside, and turned her face to show me the scar behind her ear. No wonder, even though her makeup was all gone
this morning after last night's ordeal, she still looked so radiant
; she'd had plastic surgery. She said she went to Japan and spent hundreds of thousands.
People say, 'Men spend money on women, women spend money on themselves,' and that's what it means.
'But what about your breasts…' I hesitated to point at Mom's breasts, but she had stopped crying.
Looking at me, seeing my wide eyes and questioning gaze at her chest, she immediately retorted defiantly:
'You grew up drinking your mother's milk, don't you know it's real? I absolutely didn't lie.
Didn't you squeeze and knead my breasts hard last night? You touched them, didn't you feel anything was off?
I don't believe you can't tell the difference. You can feel the difference when you touch fake things; there's a chemical substance implanted
inside, and the feel is different!'" "Also, if it's just for show, there'll be a scar under my armpit.
Do you see one here?"
I wasn't quite convinced. Seeing my suspicious look, Mom grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest, wanting me
to verify. I already lacked the courage to look directly at her chest, let alone touch it. Mom thought I
couldn't touch her, so she immediately sprawled out on the bed. She was still naked, displaying a bold and uninhibited attitude, not
minding showing her son her whole body in broad daylight. What was wrong with Mom? Was she so horny she'd become infatuated?
I really didn't have the courage to stare at my naked mother, but since she wasn't shy about it, I figured it wouldn't hurt
to look. At most, I'd just look... It'll just be an eye sore later!
My mom's skin was dazzlingly white, with virtually no wrinkles. From the front, every
part was perfectly proportioned, a truly captivating sight. Even lying down, her breasts remained perfectly positioned, not splayed out
, and looked firm, unlike some women whose breasts flatten out like fried eggs when they lie down.
Her waist was still slender, her belly wasn't folded, and her navel was clean.
As for her pubic hair, it wasn't thick, but it was neatly arranged, definitely carefully trimmed; her thighs
weren't together, deliberately spread open for me to see. Despite the vibrant spring scenery, the abalone looked exceptionally fresh and plump,
reminding me of its pungent smell and the sensation of penetrating it. Alas, memories are fleeting, and I can't
relive them . Liquid slowly seeped from between her labia, trickling down to her buttocks—
the fruits of our night's passion. Seeing it sent a shiver down my spine; I felt deeply sorry for my mother.
She raised her arms behind her head, a gesture that not only accentuated her breasts but also
seemed to imply I could fondle them. Really? How could I…? How could he touch my mother's breasts without regard for
age or status?! My heart pounded again, and my penis, already erect and hard as ever, was
even , its front soaked with secretions.
This reaction to my own mother made me incredibly uncomfortable.
I remembered playing with her breasts last night, thinking she was a second child, and enjoying it immensely
. But now it was different. It was awkward; not touching them seemed disrespectful, but my
hands trembled uncontrollably, and I couldn't bring myself to do it.
My mother asked, "Why aren't you coming?" I told her, "With you watching like this, how can I dare
to do anything ?" "Hearing me say that, she immediately closed her eyes, which emboldened me, and I dared to grab her.
First, I pinched her nipples; they were hard and gave me a very real, explosive feeling.
Then I touched her breasts, squeezing and rubbing them; the two mounds of flesh were smooth and elastic. I
squeezed them harder, and they bounced in my hands, no matter how much I rolled and flattened them, I didn't feel
anything inside.
My mom let me touch them all, and after a while, she couldn't wait to ask, 'So, do you believe me now?' '
You can't help but believe me, it's definitely the real deal. And your butt? Sorry, I was a bit presumptuous,
but , is it the real deal too?
' 'Pah! Except for transvestites, what woman would wear a fake butt? Let me tell you the truth, the inside story is that I
thought my butt was too fat, so I did gymnastics with a fitness coach for half a year to
get rid of the excess fat on my belly and butt. Hmm, do you think it looks good?'" "
Mom, quick as a flash, turned around and showed me her buttocks. Her buttocks were as white as her back, two full, round mounds of
flesh . A woman's buttocks, big is sexy. Mom taught me that you
should marry a wife with big buttocks, she'll definitely be fertile. Mom herself is the model, often
attracting admiring glances from onlookers on the street.
I couldn't resist and patted Mom's buttocks twice. The slaps were loud, the muscles weren't
loose at all, still very elastic. After spending so much time working out, to achieve this, what more could one ask for? I
was speechless , satisfied!
Anyway, Mom is now..." With bodies laid out like that, I couldn't help but glance a few more times. If I didn't look now, I might never
have the chance . Taking advantage of my mother like this was already ridiculously filial! My mother's skin was smooth to the touch, her breasts
were the perfect size, and her buttocks were plump and firm, surpassing Shanshan's in both shape and quality.
Foreign women, when young, have fair, rosy skin that Chinese women can't match, but Chinese women age
much more slowly. I was fooled by Shanshan's instant charm, thinking that all blondes and blue-eyed women were beautiful. I was
captivated by her before I could truly see her, and only after we married did I slowly see the truth: her skin was rough, and her face was covered in age spots. My mother's...
While my natural advantages aren't as abundant as Shanshan's, my mother's maintenance skills far surpass Shanshan's.
Speaking of sex skills, Shanshan is an expert; she knows all the tricks and can play with you. Unfortunately, she's not faithful and is
too promiscuous, leaving you in a state of constant fear. But Mom isn't a novice either. Although I claimed last night's epic
battle was my masterpiece, half the credit should actually go to Mom. Sex isn't
a solo performance; if a woman isn't in sync, there's no song to sing. Someone needs to resonate to make a good show.
My evaluation of Mom like this is truly beyond the norm, but the beautiful memories must be preserved. I
've started idolizing Mom, admiring her alluring body and her style in bed.
As I drooled and stroked my mom's thigh, I muttered to myself, "Mom, you have such a great figure,
it's killing me!" But even my soft whisper was overheard by my mom. She turned around and yelled fiercely, "Am I
not a victim? You stinking men, all you think about is how to play around with women outside, completely ignoring your
wives at home. Aren't wives human beings? Don't they have needs?"
"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm not saying you're wrong, I'm just saying I lacked self-control and couldn't resist the temptation of your devilish
figure . We're all victims. Times have changed. It's not just men who like prostitutes; women also
like to try new things. I was too playful, flirting everywhere. I thought I'd struck gold with a foreign woman, but it turns out she's
even more lustful than me. She wanted me to go with her to do wife-swapping, and I was forced to come with my wife. Karma's coming back! Swapping wives with my mom,
everything's in chaos, I don't know how to explain this to Dad."
“Why should I explain to him? Don’t be upset, isn’t this great! I’m too lazy to deal with that old
geezer . He’s completely drained. He’s tried everything – Three-Whip Wine, Viagra, Indian God Oil – but
nothing worked. I’ve figured it out. I’m going to get over this and divorce him. He just doesn’t want to, afraid that getting a divorce at his age will
make him a laughingstock. If you don’t laugh, I’ll be honest. I was so horny I almost went to
Shenzhen with a group of wives to hire male prostitutes! Last night, for the first time in my life, someone was so good to me.
I I didn’t know it was you. If you wanted me to elope with you, I would have said yes immediately.”
At this point, Mom seemed to be overwhelmed with emotion and started crying again on the bed. Her crying made me
flustered was crying so much I was completely lost and didn’t know what to do.
Mom said to me, “You’re a man, you should know what to do.”
I asked, “Know what to do?”
She said, “Who knows what you want to do?”
I didn’t understand what she meant, and she cried even louder. I found the bra and panties my mom had taken off last night and tried to put them
on her, thinking it would cheer her up. But she didn't appreciate it and threw them on the floor, refusing to wear them.
Since she wouldn't put her clothes back on, I was at a loss. Should I just put mine on and leave her alone?
Finally, I pretended to be attentive and whispered in her ear, "Mom, please don't cry anymore. I
was wrong , I'm sorry. Please don't be angry with me, okay?"
I don't know if I misheard, but my mom said coquettishly, "I didn't say I was angry with you. I've already been
seen naked and touched all over, and you're still like a block of wood, not understanding what I mean."
"You mean..."
"Think about it a little crookedly, and you'll understand."
I had no reason not to understand, but in front of my mom, I wouldn't dare think that way even if I had the guts
. Thinking too much would only make my brain go haywire. I said to my mom, "So you're not angry with me anymore?" She nodded.
I seized the opportunity and asked her, "So, you also want to..." I didn't dare say the rest; it would be too
lewd.
Then it was her turn to ask me, "Tell me, what do you want?" I said I didn't dare to continue. She said, "You're
bullying me! You're so hesitant, are you taking advantage of Mommy because she's so naive?"
I said, "How dare I! I can't bully Mommy, or I'll be struck by lightning!" Then I said, "Mom
, you're so hot! I want to kiss you, okay?" I whispered this very close to her ear.
Mom said, "You just said I was a fake again?" I immediately comforted her, "Mom, don't cry. So
you were just complaining that I don't know what's good for you!" That made her stop crying and start laughing.
She was lying face down on the bed. I patted her bottom and asked where she wanted me to kiss her. She turned over, looking shy
like a girl experiencing her first love, and said, "We're not going to be so calculating, you can kiss me
wherever you want!" Then she closed her eyes intently, stretched out her arms for me to hug her, and I heard her say,
"You said you'd kiss me again, why aren't you coming? Nobody loves Mommy, you have to love me more!"
Hearing my mom say that, I put my arm around her waist and pulled her into my arms, ready to kiss her to my heart's
content . She said, "Your kisses feel so good. Since we haven't gotten dressed yet and we're warmed up, how about..."
At this point, my mom pouted, waiting for me to kiss her.
Did I hear that right? What did my mom say? What was she planning to do? My heart almost jumped
out . She reminded me that we'd been completely naked in bed from last night until this morning. My
mom let me do whatever I wanted, touching her breasts and groping her private parts, without any fear of being taken advantage of. Why was I so afraid now? Just because
she's my mother?
If she were a stranger, with no blood relation, it wouldn't matter, but sleeping with my mom still made me a little uncomfortable.
Seeing her so alluring, sprawled on the bed like she was in heat, waiting to be kissed, was I going
to back down just because she's my mother?
Never mind all that. My mom said she's human too, with feelings. Am I not human, without
feelings ? How do you explain last night's events? Aside from being my mother, she
's no different from any other woman. Is that the reason I can't kiss her? Is it okay? If it's okay, then go for it!
At worst , I'll treat her like a second woman and then I won't have any worries. Driven by lust, I closed my eyes
and kissed her first. We've been through this before; even thunder couldn't separate us now!
As soon as I snuggled up to my mom, our chests pressed together, she hugged me tightly, automatically offering her mouth for me to kiss.
We were inseparable, like conjoined twins. At first, she gently stroked my back,
but soon she became more impatient than I was, reaching into my underwear to pull out my erect penis. Wow! She
knew she'd struck gold the moment she touched it, because the muzzle was pointing skyward, ready for action.
She quickly pulled off my inconvenient underwear, then gently
stroked . To be honest, my mom had made my penis as hard as an iron rod, veins bulging, and it was already...
It was like an arrow on a bowstring, ready to be released. If she suddenly backed out and refused to have sex with me, leaving me
wanting more , I'd curse her out. If I couldn't find a woman, I'd even treat a sow as a temporary wife.
Mom bit my earlobe and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "Let me play with your little penis,
okay?"
Just then, as we were about to make love again, someone knocked on the door and shouted, "Wife, it's
me! Are you in the room?"
(Postscript
: It's obvious that the one knocking was my dad!) Everyone had been playing all night and gone to their respective places,
except for him, who couldn't find his way into his room. The "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door was still there.
I looked at Mom, gave her a wink, and asked her what to do. Just now, I was
rolling around on the bed with Mom in my arms, both of us were already very aroused, and my "cannon" was already inside Mom's vagina,
doing push-ups, making me incredibly happy. I thrust in and out with all my might, until Mom was shaking her head and moaning
like a celestial being… Even a deaf man could hear me standing at the door!
Seeing I dared not move, Mom immediately wrapped her legs around my buttocks, clamping me tightly, locking me in place, afraid
I would pull my penis out. How could I back out when Mom wouldn't let me go?
Mom tightened her vaginal muscles around my penis, telling me to keep going, ignore Dad, and let him wait at
the door . I said, "Dad's standing at the door banging, it's so hard for me!" Mom impatiently
responded, telling him to stay out a little longer, that she was having sex, and to wait until she was finished before letting him in
. I'm really amazed by my mom; she can say things like that to her husband!
Mom said, "So what if he's my husband? Even if he's the emperor, there's no room for discussion!" However, I do find my mom's
words quite relatable. Does my wife, Shanshan, remember her husband when she's having sex with other men?
Guess if my dad knew which man was having sex with his wife in his room? He's not old enough to
have dementia, he definitely knew. Saying he didn't is just playing dumb! He searched the whole boat, only found Shanshan,
but not me. Where could I have gone?
Anyway, here's what happened: Dad didn't happen to get my room key last night, but he
did look for me before knocking on his door. He found Shanshan, but since he didn't have a partner, they...
sigh! He had to swallow his pride. I know exactly what kind of person my wife is. Since we came out to have fun, I
was mentally prepared, and there was nothing I could do about it. The two of us took turns having sex; when he was having sex with my wife, I
was having sex with his. I don't know how he did it, but I did it until the boat was almost docked. My mom wouldn't let
me leave until we were about to disembark. We didn't have time to find our own partners, so we switched places once we were ashore. Looking at Dad,
he seemed expressionless.
Shanshan once boasted that even if her father-in-law was a salted fish, she could turn him into a seafood.
I asked her to sound her out, and she shook her head, admitting she couldn't bring him back to life. According to
Shanshan, her father probably couldn't overcome his own psychological barriers. She'd tried every trick in the book,
but still couldn't turn her father-in-law's dead snake into a dragon.
Comparing ourselves to others, we mother and son were like a never
-ending battle , like a couple of lovesick fools, going at it again and again. My mother even took advantage of Shanshan,
draining me dry, sucking and licking my penis clean before letting me go, leaving me with a sore back, weak legs, and
needing Shanshan's help to walk.
My mom fared even worse. Clutching her vulva, she said I'd fucked it until it was swollen and painful, almost to the point of screaming for help.
She limped out of the room, saying she'd never had sex so pleasurably before, and
would gladly die from the pain.
What really happened to Dad last night? Nobody knows unless he tells. The rules forbid male guests from going around
bragging afterwards. They can boast all they want, claiming they're amazing, but they're not allowed to say which woman was hot or not,
nor are female guests allowed to reveal which male guest's bedroom skills. Wife swapping is all about fleeting romance. Whether Dad made a profit
or not was up to him. After one night, they're friends again the next day. Whether the night was good or not,
everyone knows. These are the basic social etiquette of wife-swapping clubs.
A few months passed in the blink of an eye. Shanshan saw my mom wearing a wide skirt and looking plump, and said to me, "Judging from your
figure, your mother-in-law seems pregnant." Really? I was joking with my mom, asking if she'd stopped doing her slimming exercises lately.
She said, "Fuck you! I'm exactly the kind of person people call 'shameless, pregnant to 49,'
and even you're making fun of me."
My mom's pregnant? That's a big deal! I thought back to that morning when we were having sex. I was so focused on
the act that I thought she was an acquaintance and didn't need to be so polite. I went straight in without a condom, breaking
the first rule of the wife-swapping club. It's very likely I'm the one who got the seed. I'll remember this from now on: no matter how close I am to someone, I must always
wear a seatbelt in the car, or someone might die!
I asked my mom who the "swapper" was. She said, "Why am I suddenly being so filial to her?" Yes, I know I was wrong
. I've always neglected my mother. When I wanted her to help me relieve my desires, I'd say I loved her, and then I'd just forget about
her . So I shifted the blame to Shanshan, saying it was all her fault for having such a strong sex drive, keeping me constantly busy and
not even having time to check on my mother. For the past few months, I hadn't even had a chance to ask
if she needed me to relieve her itch.
I asked her how much my father knew about the truth. My mother said, "I barely speak two words to him a day.
If you're so curious, go ask him yourself!" It
wasn't that I didn't want to clean up this mess, but I didn't know how to proceed. Actually, I'm not stupid.
This kind family scandal involving incest between mother and son, or mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, is best kept as secret as possible. It absolutely cannot be made public, and especially, I shouldn't take
the blame or falsely accuse anyone of involvement.
I secretly talked to my dad, and he sighed, "I don't even need a blood test to know it wasn't me who fathered this
child. I don't have that kind of ability anymore! Who is this 'guest brother'? It doesn't matter who it is! Your dad has done so many philandering things, and
this is the retribution he's received. I've sown countless seeds of philandering outside. It's all for the best.
As long as your mom doesn't keep nagging about divorce, it's already a blessing in disguise. Divorce is just dividing the inheritance with her. Anyway,
I can't take all my assets with me to the grave, so it'll all be left to you and your mother!"
I patted my dad's shoulder and comforted him, "I'll help you with the grudges and entanglements of your and your mom's generation."
I'm not too busy anymore. As for this future younger brother, don't worry, I'll definitely take care of him until he comes of age.
But as casual entanglements with strangers outside, I'm sorry, you'll have to figure that out yourself.

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