My wife and my son

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Chapter 1: Wife and Son's Adultery
The world's splendor, in the end, is nothing but wishful thinking.
Living is sometimes a joke, sometimes a tragicomedy.
I, Zhang Huicheng, am a man in my early forties, the prime of my career. I've worked hard, step by step, forgetting how much hardship I've endured, but now it's all worth it. I'm a department head in a state-owned enterprise, earning six or seven hundred thousand a year. My wife can now stay home like a housewife, managing household chores, going shopping, and playing mahjong with her friends. Chen Danxia, thirty-nine years old, has been pampered and cherished by me since our marriage. I allowed her to work when we first got married, but after she gave birth at twenty-four, I stopped her. Yes, seeing her in excruciating pain in the delivery room, I vowed to treat her well from now on and never let her suffer again. I pamper her, and I pamper our son, Zhang Tianqing.
The name Tianqing (meaning "sunny day") comes from the fact that when my son was born, the continuous rainy weather suddenly cleared up. We named him to commemorate that day and also to hope that our family's future will be sunny. After my son's birth, everything went smoothly. My career progressed, and our family's financial situation improved. My son is very handsome, obedient, and a good student. He just started high school this year and got into a top high school in the city, so he's boarding there, coming home one and a half days a week.
Yes, I'm a lucky man, and you could say I've achieved some small success in life.
Today is Friday, tomorrow is the weekend, and my son came home this afternoon. His school lets out after two classes on Friday afternoons. I drove home, arriving at 5:20. I finished work at 5:00, and it's only a ten-minute drive from home, but the traffic wasn't great today. I slowly walked upstairs. Fridays are always the happiest time of the week because my son is home.
At this age, all the hard work and struggle is for this precious son. Thinking about my life, although it's a bit monotonous, there's always something to enjoy.
I opened the door, and there were my son's shoes in the entryway. He was home early as always.
"Tianqing's back!" I greeted him happily.
"Yeah, I'm home," came the voice from his room. "Yeah, our son just got here too," came my wife's voice, also from his room. I excitedly went to my son's room, pushed open the half-closed door, and saw him taking his books, homework, and a rather difficult-to-wash jacket out of his bag. My wife was taking clothes out of the closet by the bed, the open door obscuring her view.
"It's getting cold. Son, remember to bring these thermal underwear this time. Your health is the most important thing at school; don't catch a cold."
"Okay, Mom, don't worry, I'll be careful," they chatted.
I was tired after a long day and wanted to take a shower before eating. "Son, are you hungry? Dad will take a shower first, then we'll eat," I said with a smile, before turning back to my room to get a change of clothes and prepare to shower.
"You little rascal..." As I left my son's room, I faintly heard my wife's voice. Heh, she really loves to nag.
I grabbed a change of clothes, went to the bathroom, closed the door, took off my sweat-smelling clothes, and started showering. The warm water washed away all my fatigue. My emotions calmed down. Thinking of my son, my wife, and the good life I have now, I couldn't help but feel happy. "Huh, why did my wife take the clothes out today? Shouldn't she have put them in my son's bag the day he left? And when he took things out of his bag with his back to me, he sounded a little breathless." Years of hard work have honed my senses to a high degree. Being good at making connections and associations is probably one of the little skills I've developed over the years. A sense of foreboding, a feeling of taboo, arose in my heart. "Why am I thinking like this?" I kept telling myself. Yes, how could this happen? Although I occasionally indulge in erotic fantasies, those stories are just for reading; after all, they don't match reality at all. A mix of fear and anxiety made me want to go back to my son's room to check on him, and I hesitated. "You little rascal..." A thought suddenly popped into my head, and I made up my mind. I left the shower running, creating a watery atmosphere, and dried myself off quickly, putting on my clothes, but not slippers, so I could make very little noise.
I gently moved the bathroom door open and tiptoed to my son's room. The door was ajar, only about ten centimeters wide. "Hmm, this way I can hear if there's water in the bathroom without making a lot of noise from inside," I unconsciously thought. I
slowly approached. "Hmm...hmm...hmm...hurry up, hmm...hurry up, it'll be bad if he finishes showering. Hmm...hmm..." It was my wife's voice, a suppressed one.
"Oh...oh...hmm...almost there, oh...Dad's still showering, the door's ajar, hmm...hmm...can...can I hear if he's finished showering...hmm, hmm..." My son's voice was filled with an indescribable sense of comfort.
It was obvious; the ominous premonition in my heart had become reality. In that instant, I didn't know what was wrong with me, what to do. Rush in to catch them in the act? This was my life, the path I'd walked step by step. If I went in now, my purpose in life, my happiness, my fighting spirit, would all be gone. And what could I do if I went in? Kill them? Whether it was a frenzy or a strange kind of calm, I suddenly had the idea of getting to know them better. God, my son and my wife.
"Mmm, Mom, that feels good. Mmm."
"Mmm...mmm...you little rascal...mmm..." For some reason, I didn't dare to put my body inside, only listening to the sounds and imagining the scene inside.
"Oh...oh...oh."
"Mmm...mmm..." My wife and son kept their voices very low.
"Mmm...mmm..."
"Mmm...mmm...Mom, I'm coming, mmm..." The sounds brought me back to reality. With the rapid "slap slap slap slap" of penetration, I knew my son had ejaculated.
"You came in five or six minutes, you must have been holding it in at school."
"Yeah, I was so uncomfortable last night."
"You, you..." I didn't hear the rest of their conversation. I quickly went back to the bathroom, took off my clothes, and rinsed off. The scene had left me drenched in sweat.
I deliberately slammed the bathroom door open, put on my slippers, and went into my son's room as I passed by.
"Son, dinner's ready!" I called out as I entered the room.
"Okay," my son replied. My wife was no longer in the room. My son was sitting in front of the computer, browsing Renren. The window was open, but the faint smell of lovemaking still lingered in the air.
As I left the room, I heard my wife call from the kitchen, "Come and eat, everyone." I went back to my room, put on my shirt and trousers, and went to the dining room. The food was plentiful. My wife and son sat on either side, leaving the head seat in the middle empty for me. After I sat down, we officially started eating.
At the table, my son kept telling us about what happened at school. After all, it's only the first semester of his first year of high school, and there are many things he's never encountered before. So every week when he comes home, my son tells us about all the new and exciting things that have happened to him.
After dinner, my son went to his room to surf the internet, I checked the news in my room, and my wife watched a TV series in the living room.
I've been with my wife for two or three hours now, and my mind has calmed down. Various thoughts keep running through my head.
"When did those two start dating?"
"Should I tell them in front of them, or just tell my wife and let her handle it herself? Or should I continue to observe how things develop?"
"Am I not good enough for my wife?" Even faced with something most people would find unbearable, I didn't explode. Heh, everyone can play the role of a good husband, a good father. But strip away that facade, and everyone is different. Everyone has their own unique side, whether sacred or dark. Heh, son, wife. I decided to start living my life properly. Sure enough, everyone in life can betray you. The rewards of your efforts are always so unexpected.
That night, I lay in bed with my wife, looking at her body. Although she was thirty-nine, she ate healthily and loved to move around, so she had a slender, petite figure. No perky buttocks, no large breasts, but her small body made her look only about thirty-five. Heh, does son make you feel good? I'll make you feel even better. Thinking this, I pressed myself against my wife.
"You rascal, you want it?"
"Yeah, can't I?"
"We're an old married couple, still doing it two or three times a week."
"Because you're alluring." Without much foreplay, I inserted my seventeen-centimeter length, completely inside. Without using any special techniques, confident in my endurance, I used the speed of a 100-meter dash and the stamina of a marathon to bring my wife to ecstasy for forty minutes. As I ejaculated, I lay on my side next to my wife, who had already done it three times.

Chapter 2: Midnight.
Lying beside my wife, looking at her satisfied expression, I couldn't help but wonder, "Is our son better than me?" My wife's petite body was curled up, breathing softly. "You rascal, still so amazing."
"Still so amazing? If you're so amazing, why are you still doing it with our son?" Although I asked myself this question, I didn't say it aloud.
"Our son ejaculated in less than a minute while I was showering, he's probably not satisfied yet, right? Is he eavesdropping in the next room?" My mind wandered, and I started to get aroused again, so I pressed myself against my wife...
...
When I woke up in the morning, it was past nine, and my son still hadn't gotten up.
The early bird catches the worm; one should think and plan for life in the morning. Yes, that's right. What should I do next?
Overnight, I felt that my relationship with my wife and son had become special. To be honest, people are easily changed.
Especially after a setback.
Why do people strive to earn money to provide a good life for their families? Isn't it all to satisfy their own male chauvinism? In the end, people are still acting in their own self-interest. Family ties and love are all fleeting in comparison.
Yes, I should live my life for myself.
My career is still my own, and the good life they enjoy is thanks to me. I can still be a successful person without them, but they would be homeless without me. Thinking of this, my distorted mind began to treat them as actors in my own play, but I am definitely the lead actor, and of course, I am also the investor.
"Dad, good morning."
"Hmm, good morning." My son got up, looking like he hadn't slept well last night. Seeing my son like this, I felt no worry as usual, but rather a strange sense of joy. But I am the lead actor, I want to be the Best Actor.
"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?" I patted my son's head, looking concerned.
"No, I'm just a little tired during the week, so I slept too comfortably on the weekend and overslept a bit." My son said lazily, but I still caught a glimpse of tension in his eyes. Hehe, he must have been listening to too much last night and was too excited to sleep.
During lunch, my son occasionally gave his mom those longing looks, subtle but impossible to miss. What I wanted to do now was create trouble for them, watching his burning desire that couldn't be satisfied, and a strange, satisfying feeling welled up inside me.
"Mom, take me to the shopping center in the city this afternoon to buy a pair of shoes. The heels of my sneakers are a bit worn out."
"Okay, sure. I'll take you after lunch."
"Okay, Mom's so nice." Hehe, I feel like I'm even more insightful than Zhuge Liang, able to see through everything at a glance.
I smiled. "What, is Dad not good enough? Dad's going too this afternoon. Buy whatever you like, Dad'll pay for it all."
"No, no, Dad's good too, but Mom's coming with me is fine. Dad works so hard during the week, he needs to rest on weekends!" Seeing my son's slightly anxious look, I chuckled to myself. "Dad also wants to go out for a walk and spend time with my precious son." My resolute attitude left my son speechless, so after dinner, I drove the two of them to the shopping center.
Along the way, my son and wife sat in the back seat, my wife close to me, but her hands and feet were still relatively well-behaved. I could even feel my son's desire to devour his petite and charming mother next to him.
"Wanting to eat but not being able to eat is the loneliest thing," I hummed a little tune to myself.
I stayed by their side the whole afternoon. My son even asked my wife to take him to the restroom, but I accepted the task. Little brat, trying to use a public restroom? I was
particularly happy today, buying myself a lot of things. Although my son bought quite a few things too and seemed happy, I couldn't hide my subtle displeasure.
For dinner, I took my wife and son to a Western restaurant in the shopping mall. I ordered my favorite T-bone steak and rum. I've forgotten what they ordered, but the meal was rather pleasant. Okay, I admit my mentality is a little twisted, but I'm happy with it.
Back home, I put down my bags. "I'm going to take a shower first, you two can shower later." "I've had a long day and sweated a lot, so I just wanted to take a shower to relax. But how could I forget these clothes? Looking at my son's slightly excited expression, I chuckled to myself.
I deliberately went into the bathroom without a change of clothes, turned on the water, and started showering. So comfortable, so very comfortable. Water is truly a magical thing; it seems to really wash away the fatigue.
After about two minutes, I opened the bathroom door and called out with a sly grin, 'Honey, I forgot to bring these, can you get them for me?'
'Okay, coming right now.' As I expected, the voice came from my son's room.
'Here you go.' My wife handed them in. 'Thank you, my dear wife.'" "I teased.
My wife laughed and turned away.
Fast! Very fast! I remembered a title page from the first part of the 'Storm Riders' comic, 'Swords are fast, arrows are fast, but I'm faster.' That page described Nie Feng's Wind God Leg as incredibly fast, but I felt my movements were incredibly fast.
As a forty-year-old man, I still have a deep love for traditional martial arts. I finished showering in just one more minute. I
forcefully pulled open the bathroom door, exuding the aura of a peerless hero descending, haha, I'm sure I've ruined my son's plans again.
My wife came out of our son's room.
'Finished showering? I'll go shower now.' I glanced at my wife; her clothes were intact, but the collar was a little wrinkled, and the overall look was slightly crooked. According to my analysis, she must have been about to do something but was interrupted.
A sense of pride, as if I knew everything, welled up inside me. I went back to my room, put on a polo shirt and casual trousers, and went to my son's room.
'Dad,' my son greeted me, his tone a little unnatural. Hehe, of course.
'Hmm.'" I sat down on my son's bed. "Son, study hard! Tell Dad if you need anything, and I'll buy it for you." I believe I looked very kind.
"I bought a lot of things today. I don't want anything else for now," my son said, pretending to be obedient.
I looked at my son's bed. What kind of bed was this? It was the bed where my wife and son had made love.
"Okay, that's good." I pretended to pat my pocket. "Oh, I'm out of cigarettes. Dad's going to buy a pack. We've run out of cigarettes." There's no supermarket in the neighborhood; it's only a five or six-minute walk from outside.
It'll take twenty minutes round trip. My son heard me say this and, sure enough, showed a hint of surprise, but still said with concern, "Dad, maybe you should smoke less."
"Okay." I left the house, but after a few steps, I went back. Opening the door, the first thing I saw was my son coming out of his room. When he saw me, his expression was extremely unnatural, which, to me, contained fear, surprise, and disappointment. "Dad, why are you back again?"
"Walking this far will make me sweat, and it's not comfortable to sleep like this. I'll listen to you and smoke less."
"Oh, is that so?" My son pretended to walk to the living room, poured himself a glass of water, sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV.
A little while later, my wife came out, and my son hurriedly went into the bathroom.
"He probably wanted to get the clothes his mother just changed out of," I guessed confidently.
It was late at night, and I was quite satisfied with my day's work. Thinking about my unfilial son's uncontrollable lust, I felt content.
What's wrong with me? Why do I have such twisted thoughts? Yet, I feel like what I'm doing satisfies my deepest desires. Yes, for so many years, I've always made sure to destroy those who openly or secretly oppose me. I'm a grown man; how could I not seek revenge for such betrayal by my wife and children? I even planned to abandon my wife and children after my son's college entrance exams, sending them both plummeting into the abyss. This is an Oscar-worthy performance that even "Infernal Affairs" couldn't portray. My self-esteem soared. My
son is going back to school tomorrow, and thinking about his pent-up lust, unable to be released, I smiled—a sweet smile.
Pshaw, sweet my foot! A grown man, sweet my foot! Hehe.
Satisfied, I pressed myself against my wife beside me. "Didn't you just come yesterday? Why do you want it again today?"
"To strengthen our bond. Hehe."
"You bad boy." I was probably a bit tired today, and I came in less than half an hour. Sweet, ugh, ugh, why is it sweet again? I must have drifted off to sleep comfortably.
I dreamt that I was like God, looking down on the vast land, watching the heroic border guards, watching the working people sweating profusely, watching the rivers flow into the sea, watching all things grow. Of course, I also saw my beautiful wife and somewhat handsome son in an unknown hotel. "Mmm, mmm, Mom, so comfortable, are you comfortable?"
"Mmm, comfortable, mmm, oh, so comfortable." My son's strong body kept moving, lifting his mother's legs onto his shoulders. My wife's buttocks, not particularly plump but very firm, kept responding.
"Mom, so tight, so comfortable."
"Mmm, mmm, mmm." My wife didn't reply, only kept responding.
"Mom, is Dad's bigger or mine? Oh, oh," my son asked, interjecting with words, "Bigger, but yours feels better."
"Hmph, you, um, um, um, um, um... "
"Oh, oh, oh..." As a god in a dream, my wife's answer made me want to praise her.
"Mmm." A sound full of reality pulled me back to reality. I opened my eyes; it was still night, the room only dimly lit by the neighborhood's security lights.
"Are you trying to kill me? What will I do when I wake up?" My wife's voice was barely audible.
"Mom, I can't take it anymore. Hmm." I felt the bed shake slightly.
My quick wit immediately told me what had happened. This wretched son couldn't stand it in the middle of the night and came to our room with his mother. I lay on my side, the blanket covering the lower half of my face, but I could still see what was happening beside me.
My wife wasn't under the blanket; she was lying flat, her hands supporting her son's shoulders, her legs spread in an M shape. She was still wearing her lace triangle top, but the crotch of her pants had been pulled to the side, revealing a penis about 3cm in diameter inserted inside. My son wasn't wearing any clothes, not even a t-shirt; he was completely naked, pressing down on my wife, his hands on the bed, his lower body slowly making piston-like movements.
"Hmm..." my wife whispered, "Hurry up, or I'll be dead if he wakes up." "
Hoo...hoo...ha...Mom, you're so good."
"You brat, where did you get the nerve? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death?"
"Afraid? Of course I'm afraid, but suffocating is even worse."
"Hmm...hmm..."
"Oh...hmm..." The extremely light male and female voices continued for three or four minutes. Listening to these sounds, I felt a sharp pain in my lower body. My brain was constantly being bombarded by the stimulation. What a daring kid! He dares to do something so bold. It seems abandoning you later was too lenient. Looks like I'll have to think of something else to torture you.
Lost in thought, she suddenly heard her son say, "Mom, I can't get out."
"What should we do?"
"Mom, let's get out of bed." With that, her son pulled his wife off the bed, pointing to the low cabinet beside it, "Mom, lie down here."
"Let's go to the toilet, it's safer there."
"No, I want to do it next to Dad, that way I'll cum quickly."
"You, you, I don't know what you're thinking, ugh, you're really not afraid of death." Despite his words, his wife still lay down on the low cabinet, pulled her hips up to her left ankle, lifted her buttocks slightly, and turned her head gently, saying, "Come on, hurry up."
"Okay." Her son grasped her penis and went to her. Tsk tsk tsk, it really wasn't as big as mine, 3cm in diameter, about 13-14cm in length, still a bit smaller than mine.
He rubbed it against her opening a few times before inserting it.
"Oh," her son said, satisfied. "You're going to die, keep it down, don't wake me up."
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...okay," the son said in a low voice.
His wife's endurance was noticeably better, only occasionally letting out a soft "mmm." Of course, if it were my big one, I believe his wife wouldn't be able to hold back even if she wanted to.
The silence in the room made the sounds of flesh colliding "slap slap slap slap" all the more obvious.
Sure enough, this scene was quite stimulating. After two minutes on the low cabinet, the son started to speed up, "Oh, oh oh, I can't take it anymore, I'm coming." After a dozen or so thrusts, the son lay on his wife's back.
"Is that enough, you little devil?" the wife said, patting her son's back.
"Mmm, so comfortable, Mom."
"Really, go to sleep early."
"Mmm." "My wife and son went out together, and after a while, I heard the sound of water running from the bathroom. My wife was probably washing up.
Half a minute later, she returned and lay down beside me, my body still burning with desire, and fell asleep.
Sleepless tonight…

Chapter 3: Wife Sees
Her Off, Mother's Lament Beneath Her Crotch, Son's Body Pressed Down. Secret Sex Before Departure, Fearing the Fire Will Not Subside.
Sleepless last night, the scene of my wife and son beside me made me feel like I lost myself. I believe I was angry, but when I squinted at those two sluts by the low cabinet, I definitely got hard, even imagining myself as the son, beside my sleeping father (of course, I was awake at the time), fucking his wife, his own mother. I even thought that I, who could usually last half an hour, couldn't last even ten minutes under that kind of stimulation. "i=54> It's seven in the morning. My wife slept soundly last night. She seemed exhausted, didn't she? She must be physically and mentally drained. I gently stroked my wife's body, her breasts, not large but firm. I gently rubbed her nipple. "Mmm...you naughty boy...you're up so early in the morning...don't...I'm a little tired..." my wife said coquettishly.

"Tired? Of course I'm tired. It's the middle of the night, and my son is right next to me. Who wouldn't be tired?" Thinking this, I pressed myself against my wife, unbuttoned her pajamas, gently biting her nipple, my left hand expertly teasing her lower body.
"Mmm...mmm...you rascal, don't...mmm...didn't we just do it the night before last?"
"You did it the night before last, can't we do it now?" I teased, but my left hand intensified its attack.
"Mmm..." My wife's thighs rubbed against my hand as they squeezed together. Gently, I pulled off my pajamas, revealing my penis, which had been stimulated all night, swaying in front of my wife. She looked at it, then grasped it with her delicate hands, stroking it up and down.
"That's enough, I want to come in." With that, I spread my wife's thighs apart. She instinctively released her hands, placing them on my waist. I guided her with my right hand, pressing it against her wet opening, and slowly inserted myself. "Mmm...uh..." my wife moaned softly, closing her eyes. Her hands slid from her waist up to her chest, her legs wrapping around my waist. I thrust in and out, squeezing and kneading her not-so-full breasts. "Mmm, mmm...oh...so hard so early in the morning, mmm...mmm...don't go so fast, I...I...mmm..." my wife moaned softly, probably afraid of waking our son. Although the room was soundproofed, it was still audible to everyone in the house if she was too loud.
"Hmph, last night you were afraid of waking me, so you didn't dare make a sound. Now you're moaning so softly, afraid of waking our son. You slut, making love must be exhausting." I thought to myself, remembering how my son had ejaculated inside his mother last night. My emotions surged, and I increased the intensity of my thrusts.
"Mmm...mmm...um...mmm!! Oh...you rascal, don't...too...too hard...I...I...oh oh..." My wife kept moaning, perhaps because it was morning, the sensation wasn't strong. Around eight o'clock, finally, with a strong thrust, a stream of fluid poured into her. My wife was covered in sweat, looking slightly exhausted. "I'm going to die, thinking of killing someone first thing in the morning."
"Yeah, thinking of killing someone," I replied with a laugh.
After getting up, everything was pretty much the same as last week, the week before last, and the week before that. My wife was preparing lunch, my son was playing on the computer in his room, and I was watching TV in the living room.
My wife got dressed for the day. "I'm going to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and beef."
"Okay," I replied perfunctorily.
Suddenly, my son came running out. "Mom, I'm going to the supermarket too! I've run out of shower gel and shampoo in my dorm room."
"Just ask your mom to bring them," I said lazily, but I knew exactly what my son was thinking.
“No, there are so many kinds of shampoo and shower gel, I’ll go choose myself.” He put on his shoes in the entryway and followed his mother, who was already waiting at the door.
“Bang.” The door was gently closed by the son; I could almost picture his expression outside.
Heh, this couple is quite something. They did it last night, and they’re doing it again today. Anyway, if they want to do it, they’ll always find a chance. You can’t completely stop them; you’ll just have to kill them when the time comes.
I also got dressed and put on my shoes, and about two minutes later, I went out to see what this pair of beasts were doing. Heh, I’ve realized my own twisted psychology, but it’s only a little bit twisted, that’s about it.
Finding a hotel nearby isn’t realistic; it would be awkward if they ran into someone they knew at the hotel entrance. So where would they go? The public restroom in the nearby park? But what if they ran into someone using the restroom and it became a “toilet door” incident? Perhaps the garage would be a good option.
Walking towards the garage, which is at the back of the house, you walk out of the stairwell and turn a corner to reach it. Because we have two cars, one for ourselves and one for my wife, we bought two garages when we bought the house. The two garages are adjacent. Not far away, outside my wife's garage, she was opening the door, and our son's hand was already restlessly stroking his mother's waist. After opening the garage door, my wife cautiously glanced around and saw me walking towards them. She clearly paused, then tugged at her somewhat lewd son. Seeing me, he immediately straightened his hands.
As I approached, my wife spoke first: "Hey... why did you come down?"
"I just got a call, I have some urgent business at work. Why did you drive there even though the supermarket is so close?"
"Yeah, I was worried about having too much stuff, so I drove."
"Oh, I see. I'll head over first. It's not a big deal, but it's quite urgent."
"Okay. Go ahead then."
"Okay." I opened the garage door. Before I got in the car, my wife specifically came over and asked, "Are you coming back for lunch?"
"I'll be right back. I'll come back for lunch."
"Oh, okay." Then she went back to the car.
I drove out first, and after a while, I realized my wife's car wasn't on the road in the neighborhood. I estimated it and parked in the parking lot next to the neighborhood park, then hurried back to the garage.
The garage door was closed, but listening closely, I could tell someone was still inside.
"Mom, Dad's car left a few minutes ago, and the garage door is closed. Let's go."
"Tianqing, didn't we do it once last night? Why do you want it again now? Don't you know it's bad for your health?" "
I was in a hurry to come out last night, and I didn't really enjoy myself. I'll be back for several days, and I'll be so pent up. Besides, Mom and Dad did it this morning, and I can't stand the sounds." My son said with a hint of coquetry.
"Was I that loud this morning?"
"No, I came here to eavesdrop..."
"You, really. You're at work now. How about we buy the things and do it in your room? It's not appropriate to do it here."
"No, what if Dad's home when we get back? Let's do it now."
"Um... um... wait, don't be in such a hurry..." It seemed they had started. I gently opened my garage door, reached in, and then closed it again. Because the two garage doors belonged to my brother, when the garage lights were installed, the wires ran through the wall, creating a hole about 4 centimeters in diameter. Through this hole, I could see what was happening in the neighboring garage.
My wife was kneeling behind the car, her trousers pulled down to her left ankle. Her right shoe looked like it had just been removed and was now on a classic leather shoe. Her buttocks were raised, and her knitted top and lace bra were rolled up to her chest. Behind her, her son was squatting, licking his mother's buttocks, kneading her not-so-full but firm hips. Gradually, my wife's face flushed, and her lower body began to writhe. She turned to her son and said, "That's enough, but don't ejaculate inside. It'll be messy if it gets dirty." Her son stood up and obediently said, "I've got one ready." He pulled a package from his pocket—probably condoms. Good heavens, this little guy carries those around with him. The son hurriedly tore open the condom and handed it to his mother, saying as he unbuckled his belt, "Mom, help me put it on." His wife turned and squatted down, looking at the condom that had already popped out, smoothed it down with her hand, and skillfully put it on. Then she turned back and lay down on the car.
The son, supporting his mother's vulva, thrust in. "Mmm..." his wife moaned softly.
"Mom, so wet, so comfortable...mmm...oh..." The son thrust back and forth, occasionally pinching his mother's buttocks.
"Mmm...mmm...oh...Tianqing, mmm...oh...still so eager...mmm...ah...ah...ah..."
"Mom, it feels so good...I love it...Mom, you're so good..."
"Ah...ah...ah...if Mom isn't good, who is...oh..."
The sounds of flesh colliding echoed from one garage to another.
"Mmm...ah...mmm...Tianqing, harder...mmm...yes...mmm..." The son moved with all his might, and gradually, his legs began to tremble.
"Mmm, Mom, it feels so good."
"Mmm...mmm...does it feel good?"
"Yes."
"Mmm...ah...ah..." After a few minutes of wild passion, the son slowed down, beginning to control the rhythm.
"Slap...slap...slap..."
"Mmm...oh...mmm...mmm..." The collision of flesh and the cries of the soul intertwined into a forbidden symphony.
Gradually, the son's movements became more vigorous, and his mother's moans became even more alluring.
About 15 minutes later, the son ejaculated, collapsing limply onto his mother's back. After a while, the son pulled out his limp penis, removed the condom, and his mother opened her bag, took out tissues to wipe them both, and wrapped the condom inside the tissues.
The two of them leaned against the car, still wearing their shirts on top, but their pants were still up to their ankles.
"Mom, we have our sports meet this Thursday and Friday."
"Okay."
"No classes, you can leave the school gate, but you can't go home. Mom, come see me."
"No."
"Don't, Mom..." he said, reaching out to knead his wife's breasts through her clothes.
"Okay, okay, we'll see. If you can come, then come."
"Mwah... Mom's the best..." After a while, they straightened their clothes, opened the garage door, and drove to the supermarket.

Chapter 4 Sports Meet
When his wife and son returned from the supermarket, they saw he was already home. His son said, "Dad, you're back." "
Yeah, things were a bit urgent, but they were resolved quickly." His wife and son carried shopping bags towards the kitchen.
"Luckily, I was smart enough to say Dad might come back before us," my son whispered to his mother, but I could still hear him. His mother reached out and ruffled his hair. "You, really." After lunch, because we had a lot of stuff, I drove my son back to school. Along the way, he sat obediently in the back seat, chatting with me every now and then. I reminded him to study hard, and he obediently agreed. "
Is your sports meet coming up soon?" I asked deliberately.
"Huh? Oh, yes, this Thursday and Friday. How did you know, Dad?"
"Dad went to school for many years, you know? Sports meets are usually held around this time."
"Oh, I see. I signed up for the 200 meters."
"That's great! Do you want Dad to come cheer you on?"
"Huh? No, no, I'd rather not. Dad, you're so busy and tired, and the 200 meters only has preliminary and final rounds, it'll be over quickly. You won't have much time to watch if you come." My son answered somewhat impatiently.
"Oh, I wasn't sure I'd come anyway, but since it's so boring, I guess I won't."
"Okay." My son's reassured mood couldn't lie to me, but he thought he wasn't showing it.
After returning from school, it was back to just my husband and me at home. Although it seemed normal on the surface, it felt completely different. Thinking about what had happened recently, I didn't know what I really wanted to achieve. I'm an ambitious and vengeful man, and I've gradually come to understand that a happy family is also a way for me to demonstrate my abilities and value. But now, there are undercurrents in the family. Some things can be changed, but some things can only be destroyed!
Wednesday night arrived quickly. Lying in bed, my wife's mood was a little strange tonight. Although it wasn't obvious, perhaps she knew in advance that she would go to have sex with our son tomorrow, and I had noticed her behavior. These past few nights, I've been with my wife every night, making her a little exhausted. This kind of physical exertion is quite a burden for someone as busy as me, but it might be because something that belongs to me and should only belong to me has been shared with the person I shouldn't have touched, so subconsciously I want to show my strong side. As before, I used both hands simultaneously. This time, my wife resisted somewhat and said coquettishly, "You rascal, you've been so rough every day, it's not good for your health. Let's skip it today."
"What, don't you like your man anymore?" I teased with a smile.
"No, you're too tired during the day, let's not do it every night."
"Your man is Superman, sweetie..." My wife felt she couldn't refuse me, so she began to respond to me. Her petite body sucked at my desire. Such a beauty, for a moment I envied my son. How happy it must be to be able to have physical contact with such a mother.
Thinking that perhaps my wife wouldn't go to my son's school after several days of exhaustion, I began my usual slightly gentle approach. "Mmm...oh...oh...oh...you...you rascal...mmm...you're so amazing every day..." Tonight was another night of exhaustion for my wife.
The next day at noon, I was able to go home and saw that my wife was still there.
"Oh, you're back?"
"I came to change. This shirt got spilled with coffee this morning, and the ones at work haven't been washed."
"Oh, have
you eaten?" "No, don't cook. Let's go out for lunch."
"Okay, sure... let's have a romantic getaway..."
"Hehe." Looking at my wife, still able to be so affectionate, I really wanted to pamper her.
We ate lunch at a Western restaurant. My wife and I don't like steak; we felt uncomfortable eating such a large piece of beef. However, the pasta and some Western desserts were very much to our liking. The slightly romantic couple ate their lunch at the restaurant.
The phone rang while I was eating. "Yeah, I'm having lunch."
"Did you finish the 200 meters? Did you get a place?"
"Oh, sixth in the finals, that's good, I made it to the finals."
"Yeah, don't let the sports meet mess up your schedule. Remember to eat and go to bed on time tonight, okay?"
"Want to chat with Dad for a bit?"
"Oh, okay, I'll hang up now, bye..."
"It's my son calling. He told me he got sixth in the finals."
"Yeah, that's good. It's good to have a healthy body, no need for any particular place." I said to my wife with tender eyes.
"Yes, haha. Eat up..." I took a bite of noodles and said, "Our son is still closer to you, he doesn't even give his dad a report."
"Oh, not at all, he was just worried you were busy and didn't want to bother you." My wife said, her tone slightly comforting, yet also joking.
After lunch, I went back to work. Of course, it was another exhausting night for my wife.
It's Friday. I was in bed this morning when my wife said our son might be tired after the sports meet, so she was going to pick him up.
I asked what time the sports meet ended, and my wife said, "Our son said there's an awards ceremony this afternoon, and it'll end around 3 p.m." I replied, "Okay, I got it," and got up.
Around 10 a.m., I called home, but no one answered. It seemed my wife had already gone to our son's school. I arranged some things at work and didn't drive my own car, but instead took the company car. On the way, I passed a men's clothing store and went in to buy a light trench coat. Although it was a bit flashy, I still thought it was better to wear something new. When I arrived at the movie theater near the school, there was a large parking lot there. I looked around and saw my wife's car, but no one was inside. I didn't go out to look for my son and wife because I knew there weren't many occasions for them at the school, and going out to look for them might cause me to miss them. I chose to wait.
About twenty minutes later, my wife and son arrived. My son was holding my wife's hand, laughing and joking. Today, my wife was wearing a long-sleeved trench coat, somewhat like a dress, with tight leather pants and a pair of low-heeled ankle boots, making her look like she was under 35. After the car started moving, I followed at a distance.
After about fifteen minutes of driving, we arrived at a residential area that wasn't very commercially developed. We parked in the parking lot behind a not-so-small hotel called "Yixing Hotel." The two of them got out and went inside. After they entered, I parked my car and went across the street to look inside. I saw my wife checking in at the front desk, and my son sitting in the lobby. After a while, she got her room key, greeted my son, and then they went into the elevator together.
Watching them go into the elevator, I went into the hotel. "Sir, do you have a reservation or are you checking in now?"
"Which room did that lady check in for?"
"Uh… this…" The receptionist seemed a little embarrassed and flustered. I quietly took out ten 100-yuan bills and handed them to her, saying softly, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
"Uh…" After hesitating for a moment, the receptionist quickly put the stack of money into her pocket. "Room 417, sir."
"Do you have a room available next door? I want the next door, not the one across from it." "
Room 419, sir?" I paid, got a room key, and quickly went into the elevator.
Entering room 419, I found it to be fairly spacious. I observed that the television was mounted in a wall-mounted cabinet, so I moved it. Although the cables behind the TV were a bit tangled, I managed to handle them well. Hotel rooms aren't known for their soundproofing, and since I could already hear sound from room 417, though it was unclear, I felt a sense of urgency. I quickly grabbed my Swiss Army knife and started digging a hole in the wall. Sure enough, the hotel walls weren't very strong; digging a hole wasn't difficult. The wall behind the TV cabinet was less than 15cm thick. After digging a hole about 2cm in diameter, I could see the scene inside room 417.
The TV cabinet was positioned about 30 degrees in front of the bed next door. The sound became clear, and the picture appeared.
The two people on the bed were naked. The wife's clothes were neatly arranged on the chair next to them, but the son's clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor. The two on the bed were in the traditional position. The wife's legs were wrapped around her son's waist, and the son's body was pressed against his mother's. His left hand occasionally squeezed his mother's breasts, while his right hand was used for balance. His lower body moved rhythmically back and forth. His mother's hands would sometimes support her son's chest and touch it, sometimes grab the sheets next to her, or bite her right fingers. "Mmm... Mom... so wet and slippery, it feels so good... Mom, are you comfortable?"
"Mmm... mmm... oh... mmm... comfortable..."
"Slap slap slap slap" The sounds of a man and a woman kept coming, and the seemingly quiet room was filled with lust. "Mom... oh... oh... Mom... so good."
"Mmm, mmm... Mom, I like doing it with you the most... mmm... oh..."
"Mom... why do you moan so subtly? It's so different from the women in the movies... mmm... oh..."
"Mom... I feel so good... let's do it longer today... oh..." The son kept thrusting, uttering lewd words to his mother without restraint.
"Mmm...oh...oh...uh...oh..."
"Ah...oh...ah...so good..."
"Mmm, harder, oh..." The wife simply murmured softly.
Perhaps because he had been holding back for too long, less than 5 minutes after I saw their scene, the son began to exert himself, ejaculating after 20 seconds of intense thrusting. He lay on top of his mother, panting, occasionally licking her breasts. A little while later, the son pulled out of his mother's body, still wearing the condom, removed it, and threw it into the trash can beside the bed. The son lay on his side next to his mother, then placed his right leg on top of her, his left hand behind his head, his right hand touching his mother's breasts, and occasionally kissing her arm.
His mother patted his head and said lovingly, "You, don't think about these things every day. You need to study hard, okay? And don't argue with others, okay?"
"Okay, Mom, I'm a good girl. I haven't argued with anyone in junior high or high school. I love you the most, Mom. Hehe..."
"You, sigh..." After more than ten minutes, the son's hands and feet became more active. "Why are you hard again?"
"Mom, let's do it again. Let's do it longer this time. I came too quickly earlier because I'd been holding it in for a few days."
"Sigh, this child, I'll let you feel good today. Don't do it at home, it's too dangerous."
"Okay, Mom." The son replied, rolling over and pressing down on his mother. The two kissed passionately, and the son's hands roamed over his mother's body.
"Mom, ride on top of me, that position feels really good."
"No, that's too much. And...and Mom doesn't have much energy today."
"How could that be? How could you not have much energy? Oh? Mom, did you and Dad go too far?"
"You know, we shouldn't bring this up when we're doing this, okay?" Seeing his mother's slightly angry expression, the son stopped talking and didn't mention the positions.
"Mom, I'm going in."
"Hmm, wait..." His mother reached into her bag and took out a condom.
"Mom, wearing a condom isn't comfortable."
"No, it's not good if you ejaculate inside. You didn't listen last weekend and ejaculated inside."
"Mom, you have an IUD, it's okay."
"An IUD isn't 100% safe, sweetie, wear a condom, mmm...mmm...mmm..." Before his mother could finish, the son thrust inside her. Because they had just done it, his wife was very wet, making it easy to enter.
“Hmm…oh…you child…um…oh…why…why are you so disobedient…”
“Mom…it feels so good without a condom. With a condom, it feels like there’s something between us. Without a condom, it feels so much better. My flesh and your vagina rub against each other without any barrier. It feels so good…” The son said as he tried to please his mother by thrusting in and out of her vagina with all his might. "Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm..." the mother murmured softly. "This child, if I were to say now...oh...mmm...say that when you're about to ejaculate...oh...oh...ejaculate...ejaculate outside...mmm...mmm...you'd disobey...mmm...oh...ejaculate inside...oh...oh..."
"Mom...I'm being good...mmm...don't think so much, just relax...oh..." As he spoke, the son thrust four or five times forcefully, then slowed down, wrapped his arms around his mother's back, lifted her upper body, and kissed her lips. His lower body slowed down, and after a while, the wet kisses parted, and his lower body began to thrust rapidly again. "Mmm...mmm...oh...oh..." Perhaps because the rhythm suddenly quickened, the mother couldn't help but cry out, and her voice became a little louder than before.
"Oh...oh...oh...um...oh..." After about five or six minutes in this position, the son laid his wife's body flat on the bed again. He opened her two fair, taut legs that were wrapped around his waist, hoisted them onto his shoulders, wrapped his arms around his mother's thighs, leaned forward with his upper body holding her thighs, pressing down on his mother, arching his legs, and rapidly swinging his hips back and forth. The son's penis went in and out of his mother's wet, beautiful vagina, the veins on his penis bulging, before disappearing into his mother's vagina again.
"Oh...oh...oh...um...oh...so good..." His wife's voice grew louder.
"Um...Mom, do you want it? I've done it with you so many times and haven't been able to get you. This time I'll definitely make you feel so good." He added even more force to what he was already using.
“Oh…oh…this time it’s…so comfortable…oh…oh…I’m almost there…”
“Hmm, Mom, I feel it too…”
“Oh…oh…Tianqing…oh…son…hmm…oh…comfortable…”
“Ah…oh…oh…oh…hmm…son, Mom’s coming soon…oh…”
“Hmm…oh…oh…son, Mom, Mom’s coming…” The mother’s waist began to twist forcefully.
“Oh…Mom, I’m coming too…together…oh…”
“Hmm…hmm…together…oh…hmm…” The two bodies, joined together, twisted wildly, reaching climax together.
Watching my wife and son next door make love for half an hour, I also had an erection for half an hour. At this moment, the surge of lust overwhelmed my anger, and I could feel my breathing becoming a little rapid. My wife
rested in bed for a while, then got up to go to the bathroom to shower. My son was still lying down. Seeing that my wife had gone to the bathroom, he moved his body closer to where she had slept, inhaled her lingering scent a few times, and then closed his eyes contentedly.
Seeing that this situation had temporarily come to an end, I also went to the bathroom to take a shower to calm myself down.
When I came out, my wife was already dressed, but my son wasn't in bed; he must have gone to take a shower.
So I got up and left, driving back to work. When I got off work and drove home, the aroma of dinner filled the air; my wife had already prepared three or four dishes.
"Dad, you're back..." my son called out obediently.
"Yes, Tianqing's here. Son... Was the sports meet fun?"
"It was really fun, hee hee..."
"That's good." Looking at my son's obedient and innocent face, I wasn't thinking like a loving father. "How can I make you two wish you were dead?" I thought darkly.

Chapter 5: My Son's Indian God Oil
After my wife brought my son home from the sports meet, life went on. Whether it was mine or everyone else's.
While planning how to get revenge, I continued to live "warmly" with my wife and son. The revenge plan had a rough outline, but the day to pull the strings would be around the time my son finished his college entrance exams. So, the road ahead is long and arduous, and the great man's revenge will take another two or three years... (The truth won't be revealed anytime soon, so there are still many chapters to write, hehe...)
Dinner was quite plentiful, which must have been tough on my wife, after all the physical labor last night and this afternoon, she still had to cook so many dishes. My son ate with great relish... praising his mother's cooking skills, he was like a cleaner, eating three big bowls of rice and most of the dishes, and my wife seemed very happy.
In the evening, my son locked himself in his room as usual, maybe playing games, maybe attending a SIS class. When no one was home, I also searched through my son's room, pried open the drawer locked with a simple lock, and found some love letters from girls, his little stash of over two thousand yuan. Unfortunately, I didn't find "Diary of Seducing Mother" or "Reflections on Sex with Mother" or anything like that, nor did I find any condoms, which he probably kept in his backpack.
My son always clears his browsing history after leaving his computer, but why is the icon for the website called "Taobao Homepage" in his bookmarks a red fire with a cow character inside? How could your dad not recognize such a familiar icon?
Your son's hard drive is well-hidden with Japanese adult films, but do you know that searching for "avi" shows your dad your computer is full of them? Such heavy tastes!
Looking at my son's closed bedroom door, I sat in the living room watching TV and thought a lot, far-reaching, terrifying thoughts…
That night, my wife went to bed early, seemingly not wanting to be with me. She looked like she was sleeping soundly behind me. When I tried to shake her, she mumbled, "I'm not coming tonight, I'm so tired and sleepy." You think you can just neglect your man after being tired from playing with our son this afternoon? You're overthinking it!
I gently turned my wife, who was facing away from me, and softly pressed myself against her. She opened her eyes, a helpless expression on her face, as if she wanted to say something. But my lips immediately pressed against hers; still so soft, so fragrant. My lower body rubbed against her thighs, and before she knew it, her legs parted. I easily took off my pajamas and her lace lingerie, everything was done with practiced ease.
The friction continued, the erection yearning to break through the two layers. My wife felt the heat of the powerful erection through the two layers of fabric, her lower body involuntarily writhing. Gradually, she felt the moisture. Its owner cleanly and efficiently removed the two barriers between them, thrusting in. "Mmm..." my wife softly moaned. I looked at our joined bodies, imagining how my son had used this method this afternoon to penetrate my wife, now beneath me, inch by inch, just as he had used it to penetrate his mother. I thrust hard, penetrating more than halfway in. "Mmm..." my wife moaned again.
Slowly, I moved in and out, gradually the entire length sliding in and out.
"Mmm..." Pleasant, comfortable breaths escaped my wife's lips, her rhythm beginning to match mine as the friction and thrusting within her continued.
"Slap...slap...slap...slap..."
"Hmm...hum...hmm...oh..." Looking at the place where my lower body was connected to my wife's, I remembered that this afternoon my son had used his penis to go in and out of this place, the second time without even wearing a condom, naked and tightly inserted into his mother's vagina, the clitoral muscles contracting and sucking, the most private parts of men and women making contact in their roles, and finally ejaculating thickly into my mother's vagina.
While thinking about the wonderful feeling my son had enjoyed, I felt both anger and envy, and unconsciously, my waist moved even more violently.
"Ah...ah...you rascal, I can't take it anymore...ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...!!!" With my wife's soft moans, I felt a wet heat inside, my wife had come.
"Oh...oh...you rascal...rest, rest a bit...oh..." My wife's moans did not affect my rhythm, the feeling that had just started was unstoppable, the "slap slap slap" sound was still full of rhythm.
"Hmm...hmm...you rascal, so amazing...hmm..." My wife gradually woke up from her exhaustion and once again entered the role of enjoying herself.
In the room, sounds of breathing mingled together. Finally, during my wife's third time, I also ejaculated my burning desire into her. The union of body and soul reached its climax, and the two of us embraced on the bed. Looking at my delicate wife in my arms, I wondered if that woman's mother was really my wife. Unfortunately, reality was still so stark…
The morning sunlight couldn't penetrate the thick curtains, and in the dimly lit room, the man had woken up very early. My wife was truly exhausted. Usually, she would be making breakfast by this time, but now she was still fast asleep in my arms. Even as a mother, she would still nuzzle her face against my chest like a child. My heart ached for her.
I got up and took a shower first, and my wife followed suit, starting to make lunch. Yes, there was no breakfast today. I went to my son's room when I got up this morning; it seemed the little guy wouldn't wake up until noon. I went to the study to go online, read some news, and looked for movies but found nothing worth watching. Before I knew it, it was noon.
Lunch was rather bland, seemingly foreshadowing another uneventful day. In the afternoon, my wife and I bought some warm clothes for the colder weather. My son stayed in his room all afternoon; he rarely goes out with his classmates on weekends—you could say he's a bit of a homebody.
Dinner was uneventful again, and so was the night. I put my wife to bed early, and watching her fall asleep quickly, I drifted off to sleep too.
The night passed uneventfully…
My wife woke up early and seemed quite energetic, going to the supermarket early to buy groceries. My son and I didn't wake up until after nine. Around nine-thirty, my wife returned with three bowls of congee, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns. The three of us ate breakfast together, watched some mindless TV in the living room, flipped through the newspapers we subscribed to, and ate some fruit from the coffee table. Around 11 o'clock, my wife went back into the kitchen to start preparing lunch.
"Mom, I see you bought celery, let me help you prepare it," my son said, following his mother into the kitchen and closing the frosted glass sliding door. To prevent kitchen fumes from entering other rooms, the frosted glass door is usually closed while cooking.
Heh, this little guy couldn't resist again. After a while, I tiptoed to the kitchen doorway. Through the frosted glass, I could still see a blurry outline inside.
My son was hugging his mother from behind, his lower body writhing. He was probably rubbing against his wife's buttocks through her pants.
"Don't be so handsy. Didn't I tell you on Friday to behave when you're home? You're not listening, are you?" my wife said.
"Mom, I feel uncomfortable, so uncomfortable. You and Dad were so intense and loud on Friday night. Even with the good soundproofing, I could hear everything. I've been so pent up these past two days." My son's voice sounded like he was trying to appease his mother. He then reached his left hand to his mother's breasts and started kneading them.
"You're getting bolder, aren't you? More and more reckless, aren't you?!" Sensing his mother's anger, the son pulled away and began picking vegetables nearby. After a while, perhaps feeling sorry for her son's aggrieved look, she said, "Alright, alright, we'll talk about it after lunch." Her son seemed to have received a great reward, hugged his mother, and then turned back to preparing vegetables.
Ha! After lunch? Are you two going to do something shady again? Seeing that there was no immediate development, I walked back to the living room from the kitchen door.
After a while, her son came out of the kitchen with a big smile and went back to his room.
During lunch, her son was very lively and seemed to be in a good mood. Her wife also looked at him lovingly, telling him about things at school, especially the sports meet. Although she had told him some things yesterday, today's was clearly more interesting.
After lunch, everything was uneventful. Her wife didn't suggest going to the supermarket or anything; she calmly helped her son pack his clothes and tidied up the house.
Around 3 PM, my son, carrying his schoolbag, and my wife, with her handbag, came into the living room. "I'll take our son to school today," my wife said.
"I'll take him," my wife insisted. "You've been busy
all day, you should rest at home." "It's okay, it's not tiring work. You have to go to work tomorrow, I'll take him." I didn't have any other reason, so
I agreed. About five minutes after my wife and son left, I left the house and went to the garage. I gently opened my garage door and went inside, only to find the adjacent garage empty and the car gone. Where could they have gone? After thinking it over, I decided to check the hotel we'd visited before. Thinking this, I drove to the Yixing Hotel near my son's school.
About forty minutes later, I arrived at the parking lot behind the Yixing Hotel. I didn't drive too fast, afraid they'd see me if I got too close. I parked in a corner and looked around the parking lot, which wasn't very big. When I saw my wife's familiar car, I felt a slight sense of disappointment, but mostly I was certain of my judgment. I went into the hotel and went to the front desk. Coincidentally, it was the same lady from last time. The receptionist seemed to recognize me immediately, giving me an awkward smile and taking a room key from the counter. "Same place as always," she said, her tone a mix of friendliness and embarrassment. I took out my wallet, ID, and 500 yuan. The receptionist blushed as she accepted the money and registered me. She didn't seem upset that I had 500 yuan less than last time; I even felt a slight sense of goodwill. How strange.
With the room key, I entered the elevator. Still 419? What a coincidence! Or did the receptionist deliberately put them in 417? My mind raced with these thoughts. Soon I arrived at room 419, swiped my card to enter, closed the door, and moved the TV. Conveniently, no need to dig another hole; the hole was still there.
It was a bit hot, so I took off my coat and put it on the bed, then went to the small opening. The room next door was clearly visible.
It seemed the couple hadn't been in the room long; they were sitting on the left edge of the bed, not quite kissing yet. The wife folded each piece of clothing she took off and placed it neatly on the chair beside her, but the son was in a hurry, throwing the clothes he took off into a ball on the floor.
"Why are you in such a rush? You can't even take your clothes off properly," the wife said, looking at her son.
"Mom, I was holding it in, so I was a little impatient," the son said with a grin. Soon the son was completely naked, his erection already burning hot. The wife was only wearing a purplish-black top, and her trousers had just been removed.
The son, somewhat impatiently, reached out to touch his wife's thighs. "Wait, let me finish first," the wife said, unbuttoning her clothes and placing them on top of the folded clothes. When her two firm breasts were placed in front of her son, he couldn't resist any longer, embracing his wife and falling onto the bed.
"Hmm, don't rush, wait until Mom takes her clothes off," the wife said, feeling the intense desire of her son pressing down on her. Together they stripped off their clothes, their naked bodies laid out on the bed. The son's lips gently touched his mother's body, kissing her lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, arousing his wife's entire body. Gradually, the son took his mother's right breast into his mouth, his right hand kneading her left breast, while his left hand was not idle, reaching down to tease her vulva. Sometimes he rubbed, sometimes he pinched, and sometimes he would insert his middle finger a few times. The mother was aroused, her whole body twisting and turning, her left hand constantly stroking her son's burning back, her right hand grasping his penis and moving it back and forth.
After about ten minutes, "Tianqing, come in, Mom wants it," the wife said, propping her son up and opening her legs to wrap around his waist.
"Mmm," the son responded, straightening up and preparing to enter.
"Wait," the wife, already somewhat dazed, interrupted her son's actions. "Let's use a condom." The son seemed to have thought of something and said with a smile, "Mom, let's not use a condom today, let's use something good." He leaned over the bed, took a box from his bag, and opened it. Inside was a small spray bottle.
"What's this?" the wife asked, looking at it.
"Indian God Oil, with this I guarantee you'll feel incredibly good," the son said smugly.
"Won't this be bad for your health? Maybe we shouldn't use it," the wife seemed hesitant. "
Mom, it's okay. This only temporarily makes me less sensitive, so I can stay erect longer." Saying this, the son sprayed a few times on his erection and then spread it evenly.
Good heavens, this little rascal is using this to make it last longer with his mother.
The son spread his wife's legs, adjusted them, and tried to enter. "No, let's use a condom," the wife still suggested, but only symbolically. As expected, the son seemed not to hear her and thrust into his mother.
"Ugh..." The burning sensation of the heat entering her body made the wife cry out, "Mmm...yes...come in a little more...yes, mmm...oh...oh...oh..." With the wife's moans, the son inserted himself inch by inch into the wife's body until he was completely inside, and then began.
“Oh…oh…Mom, it feels so good…I want to do it with you every day…”
“Mmm…oh…oh…” the wife moaned, “You little devil, oh…you’re not using a condom again. Even though I have an IUD, it’s not entirely safe…oh oh…”
“Mom, using a condom and not using a condom are completely different…oh…” the son said while masturbating his mother, “With a condom, mine is inside the condom, and Mom’s vagina is
holding the condom in place. Our pleasure is transmitted through the squeezing of the condom, oh…oh…” “Mmm…oh…then…oh…then what about without a condom?…ah…” the wife asked while masturbating.
“Without a condom, mine is completely in contact with Mom’s most private parts. The folds and creases of Mom’s vagina are constantly rubbing against me, secreting love juice that sticks to me, oh…oh…Mom…why are you suddenly so tight…oh…it feels so good…I want to ejaculate inside Mom, to stay inside Mom, to be absorbed! Oh…” the son said, and his ejaculation became even faster.
“Oh…ah…so fast…so good…” the wife moaned with her eyes closed, looking completely intoxicated.
"Pop...pop..." The son's movements were sometimes rapid, the thick, sticky fluid amplifying the sounds of his thrusting in and out.
"Slap...slap...slap...slap..." Sometimes he would pull out until only one part remained inside, then forcefully push it back in until the base reached the opening.
Watching from behind the wall, my mouth went dry; I even wished I were the son, able to have sex with such a beautiful mother.
About five minutes later, "Tianqing...faster...Mom's coming..." my wife said, convulsing.
Good heavens, she came in just five minutes! The son's lewd words seemed to have a big effect. "Mom, is it good?"
"Coming! Coming! Mmm...uh...!" My wife didn't answer her son's question, just lost in the moment.
"Huff...huff..." As my wife's breathing gradually calmed, it was over. "It's been so long since I've come this fast."
"Mom, is it good?"
"Mmm..."
"Mom, am I good?"
"You...eh..."
"Mom, am I good or not?" the son asked with a grin, his lower body beginning to thrust forcefully again.
"Mmm...ah...amazing...oh..." With her son's thrusts, the wife unconsciously began to moan again. Lying on the bed, her hair loose, she looked at her son with a satisfied expression, watching him hug her thighs and thrust his hips forcefully, penetrating her.
About ten minutes later, the son pulled out. "Oh...oh...hmm?? Tianqing, what's wrong?" Clearly, she seemed to have suddenly lost something from the physical pleasure, and asked her son in confusion.
"Mom, let's change positions." Saying this, the son placed his hand on his wife's waist, wanting to turn her over. The wife understood, turning over to a prone position. The son pulled his wife's waist towards him, her buttocks rising up. He smoothed his mother's wet vulva, and with a single thrust, he ejaculated.
"Mmm..." the wife moaned, "Oh...oh...oh..." With each thrust of her son, the wife's moans began to sing. After about two hundred thrusts, the son reached out and pulled his wife's right hand, causing her head to shift from facing the bed to facing the wall. She stopped, her disheveled hair swaying with the movement of their bodies. The son put his left hand on his hip, and his lower body began to move faster. From the entrance, I saw my son crouching slightly on the bed, while my wife, his mother, was bent over, allowing his penis to thrust in and out of her repeatedly. The son held his mother's hand as if holding the reins of a horse; it was as if my wife was truly being "ridden" by him.
The son seemed to enjoy this conqueror's position and felt a great sense of accomplishment, maintaining this position for about 20 minutes.
"Oh... um... oh... Tianqing, this time... oh... how come this time is so powerful? It's been over half an hour, and you're still not going to ejaculate? Mom feels like Mom is about to come again." The son behind me, lost in ecstasy, "Oh... Mom... almost there... I'm happy too..." Five more minutes passed, and their breathing became rapid. “Oh…Mom…you’re getting tighter, are you about to come?…Oh…”
“Mmm…coming…oh…coming…son…faster…”
“Mmm…Mom…let’s…oh…” As their movements became increasingly rapid, the son released his right hand and instead used both hands to support his wife’s waist, helping him thrust more forcefully. “Oh…ah…”
“Mom…I’m coming…!” With what seemed like a frenzy, they reached their climax. “Oh…uh…uh…” Afterwards, they remained in that position for about 20 seconds before lying on the bed in each other’s arms, panting heavily.
I felt exhausted too, so I lay down on the bed to rest for a while.
A few minutes later, my phone vibrated. I picked it up and saw it was my wife calling. I answered, “Hello, honey, what’s up?”
“Well, after I dropped Tianqing off at school, I helped him tidy up his dorm room. I won’t have time to cook when I get back, so I’m planning to take our son to a restaurant near the school. You can go out and eat by yourself.” My wife said gently.
"Okay, I know."
"Don't forget to eat, okay?"
"Okay, when are you coming back?" I said, holding my phone, and walked to the small hole, looking into the next room.
My wife was leaning against the pillows on the bed in the next room, talking to me on the phone, while my son lay beside her, gently stroking her breasts with his left hand.
"I'll be home around seven o'clock, hmm..." With a slightly strange sound from my wife, my son in the next room suddenly pressed down on top of her. Although they were covered by a blanket, I could still see that he had spread her legs and thrust his body, probably entering her.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Ah? I was busy on the phone, and my clothes got caught on something. I'll talk to you now, I'll be back after dinner, remember to eat."
"Okay, bye..."
"Okay." My wife hung up the phone.
Next door, the wife put down her phone. "Are you trying to kill me? You're on the phone." The son, who was on top of his wife, started thrusting after she finished the call. "I knew you were talking to Dad, and somehow I got hard." He pulled back the blanket, arching his back, and began thrusting even harder.
"Hmm...oh...are we not using that Indian herbal oil this time?"
"I already came once, so I can last quite a while without it."
"Oh...oh...oh...I see...hmm..." The sounds from the next room gradually aroused me again.
"Hmm...hmm...hmm...oh...harder...hmm...son...harder...oh..." After about ten minutes, the wife started to feel a little dazed, but the son continued thrusting vigorously.
"Mom..."
"Hmm...what's wrong?"
"Mom, you haven't helped me yet."
"I don't like it."
"But Mom, I've helped you, and you won't give me anything, that's not fair." With that, the son lifted his wife's legs and began thrusting violently.
“Oh… um… it wasn’t me who asked you to lick it for me… um… oh… you asked to lick it yourself…” the wife said between breaths.
“Mom, have you ever licked Dad?”
“Oh… oh… yes… oh… but that’s different…”
"What's different?" The son said, thrusting forcefully a few times before pulling out and climbing to his wife's head, slamming the penis in front of her face. "Mom, lick it for me..." The sudden sensation of being pulled out made the wife itch instantly. She reached out and touched it with her left hand, opening her eyes to look at her son. "No, Mom feels uncomfortable, put it back."
"No, Mom, just lick it for me and I'll keep going."
"Why are you so disobedient?" The son didn't speak, but simply brought the penis closer to his mother's mouth.
It seemed the son wouldn't continue penetrating unless she gave him what he wanted. Seeing the object that could satisfy her, the wife finally grasped her son's wet penis, opened her mouth, and licked it a few times with her tongue before taking it all in and sucking. "Oh... Mom... so good..." After about a minute, she pulled out. "Okay, hurry, Mom's uncomfortable." The son, satisfied, looked at his wife, lay back, and smiled, saying, "Mom, come on up."
"Why so many things today?" The wife's itching desire drove her body to rhythm. She got up and straddled her son, her back to me. Under my gaze, she guided her son's penis to her own and slowly sat down. I could almost see her son's penis parting her vagina, inch by inch, entering her body until she was completely on top of him.
"Oh..." The feeling of returning to her body made her unable to resist. Then she took her son's hands, letting him support himself, and began to move up and down.
"Mmm, mmm... oh..." The wife, sitting on her son, became lost in ecstasy.
"Mmm... Mom... so good..."
"Mmm... Mom feels good too... mmm... mmm... mmm..." As the wife moved up and down, the son's hips began to move in sync with hers, making their bodies even more powerful.
After about ten minutes, the son's thrusting speed increased. "Mom... I think I'm about to cum, Mom... oh... are you coming?"
"Slow down, Mom still has some time."
"Mom, stop for a bit." Hearing her son's words, the wife's rhythm slowed down and finally stopped. Seeing
that his wife had stopped, the son pulled her upright upper body towards him, hugged her, and rolled over. In an instant, their position was that the son was on top of his wife.
It seemed that the son wanted to control the rhythm himself. The son pulled out, letting the stimulation subside, and then inserted his middle finger into his wife's vagina and began to thrust. "Mmm... mmm..." The wife's thighs clamped tightly around her son's hand. After thrusting quickly for two minutes, the son pulled out his finger and then inserted it again. And she began to thrust forcefully.
"Oh...oh...um...so good..." After more than three hundred thrusts, "um...son...oh...faster...Mom's coming..."
"Mom, I can't hold back anymore...oh..." The son began to tremble all over, his lower body thrusting even more recklessly.
"Faster...oh...oh...son...harder...um...ah...Mom's coming..." As his wife cried out passionately, the son's body suddenly paused, his lower body still convulsing, and with each convulsion, he ejaculated into his mother's body.

[The End]

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