Eavesdropping on incest

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I bought my current apartment in 2002. I remember seeing the couple downstairs when I went to pay the rent. They had been married for at least seven or eight years then, and were probably in their early thirties. I've always liked mature women, so I paid special attention. Although the woman downstairs (who wasn't very old then) wasn't particularly beautiful, she had a very elegant demeanor. She seemed to be a secretary (high-ranking executive) at some company, over 1.7 meters tall with a great figure. Her husband was over 1.8 meters tall; they were quite a good match. Their child was probably only in first or second grade at the time. I was dating someone then, so I didn't pay attention to them. After we broke up, I worked away from home until I returned in 2006.

I live alone in the apartment. The living room is a converted bedroom. The main living room is quite small, so I used it as a dining area, a computer room, and a master bedroom. The real turning point came one morning. I had just gotten home from an all-nighter at an internet cafe, around 10 a.m., and was watching TV in the living room (I was really energetic back then, and my sleep schedule was completely reversed; I'd go out to the internet cafe at 11 p.m. and stay up all night, and I could stay awake until noon before going to sleep). Suddenly, I heard the guy next door bringing his girlfriend home. Because my living room was converted from a bedroom, it was separated from the bedroom next door by only one wall. We also had heating in the house (the main water pipe for our building ran through the corner of my living room, and the secondary pipe had a hole drilled in the wall to connect to the neighbor's). You all understand now, right? As soon as I heard them talking, I immediately turned the TV up to the lowest volume, afraid they would know that walls have ears, and I didn't dare make a sound. Soon they started having sex. The young woman next door (now his wife) was surprisingly moaning so loudly; it was the kind of thing that makes you hard just listening to her. The guy next door was also very aggressive, penetrating her rapidly for several minutes. When the young woman climaxed, she screamed,

"I'm going to climax! I'm going to climax! Mmm~ (fourth tone)!" I listened and masturbated, and soon I ejaculated too, without even preparing any tissues—it felt amazing! From then on, I started paying attention to the times my neighbors had sex and began eavesdropping. Later, I even recorded it with equipment.

Anyway, after accidentally overhearing my neighbors having sex, a whole new world opened up for me. I remembered the elegant young woman downstairs. After a month of investigation, starting at 8 PM, I would lie on the floor listening to the sounds downstairs. I learned which bedroom they lived in (below my master bedroom) and the time they had sex (10:30 PM). Unfortunately, their child was home at the time, so they couldn't moan too loudly, but it was still very enjoyable. Just thinking about the elegant young woman I often saw moaning in bed made me hard. After that, I thought about recording their sex sounds so I could use them as material for a pistol. Back in 2006, cell phones had limited functionality; smartphones didn't appear until 2008. I had just started working and didn't have much money, so I used a cheap,

knock-off domestic phone costing a few hundred yuan. I recorded a few clips, but the quality wasn't great. It wasn't until 2012, when I bought a military smartphone, that I finally got to use the included earphones. (I removed the earplugs and peeled off the headset shell.) Initially, I recorded the sounds from next door because the hole in the wall between the pipe and the sleeve was large enough to easily insert the wire. The headset was just a little bit from the hole; unless you accidentally inserted the wire into the next room, you wouldn't normally notice such a small gap with a microphone. However, because the previous earphones were quite thick, the ones from downstairs couldn't be inserted. The main pipe was larger, with only a four- or five-millimeter gap between it and the sleeve, so I couldn't record the downstairs sounds. Finally, I saw a computer microphone cable online that came with a long built-in microphone, so I could hang it from outside the window to the downstairs window to record audio of them having sex downstairs. But that was many years ago. Everyone says that a woman gets bored after a while, let alone listen to it. So I rarely recorded anymore until 2015.

Until the summer of 2015, the little boy downstairs was already in college. His dad worked a night shift every few days (the kind with 24-hour shifts, 12-hour shifts). Because I had followed them for so many years, I remembered his work schedule. That night, I was playing on the computer in the middle study (the downstairs window was open, so if it was loud enough, I could hear a little bit) when I heard his mom laughing loudly. Listening carefully, I realized that the mother and son were playing some kind of game, maybe a tickling punishment or something. I thought, "No way, something from a novel is happening to them. I've watched the little boy grow up, and I've watched the mother grow up more and more familiar." I quickly took out my phone and the long cable to see what they were doing. Unfortunately, nothing much happened between them that summer; they just often played cards together when his dad wasn't home. Their occasional playful banter was very intimate but never excessive. Before I knew it, school started, and then the real drama unfolded during winter break. My son, probably a bit of a mother-son enthusiast, would make excuses about being cold sleeping alone at night, even though we had central heating, it wasn't very strong (his mom probably didn't even consider that). So, whenever his dad went to work the night shift, he would sleep with his mom. I admire that he didn't do anything wrong throughout the entire winter break, maybe just a few touchings. After all, you can't watch over them every night. I didn't record anything after he

went back to school. Then, in the summer of 2016, I didn't even know when his break started. I only remember hearing them talking downstairs one night, which reminded me that it was break again. I quickly took out my equipment and started recording. After an hour, I uploaded the file to my computer to listen to what they were saying (my phone was recording the whole time) to see if there was any progress. As fate would have it, one night close to midnight, the mother told her son not to be too forward with her (this kid must have taken advantage of her quite a bit in the past six months). She said, "You'll have to find a girlfriend someday, Mom's getting older..." The son said no, he'd always love his mother. Finally, the mother sternly told him not to touch her anymore. I knew I had a chance. That night (after midnight), I heard his mother whisper, "Don't touch me," followed by the sound of her slapping him. The entire summer vacation consisted of kissing and touching, with no extramarital affairs. Later, at the end of the year, I had to go on a trip and didn't spend the New Year at home, so I don't know what happened during their winter break.

Because I remembered this incredibly exciting incident so vividly, it wasn't until the summer of 2017, when I overheard a conversation between a mother and son downstairs, that I became completely energized. The first day of recording saw a revolutionary breakthrough: Mother: "Hmm... Don't touch... Don't kiss there." Son: "Mom, I want to see your 'water curtain cave' (a euphemism for a cave in bed)." Mother: "Hmm... No..." "So dirty... um..." Mom: "Okay, son, go to sleep." I thought to myself, "Wow, this kid's awesome, Mom's basically won him over." My son is also someone who can withstand the test; even at this point, he's very obedient to his mother, stopping as soon as she says she'll stop. Over the summer, mother and son went further and further down the path of mutual comfort. At the end of the year, my house was being renovated, so no one could live there. I thought this kid should be back by the time of the New Year. The new house still smelled strongly of formaldehyde, but I still endured it and moved in. Sure enough, mother and son had already crossed the final line. Maybe they knew no one was upstairs, because after the husband went to work, the two of them didn't go to bed until midnight. They kissed and touched each other until almost two o'clock before finally getting down to business. Son: "Mom, your water curtain cave is so wet!" Mom: "Mmm..." The sound of sucking her pussy, Mom's voice was just like her husband's when he's making love, often making a fourth "mmm" sound... Son: "Mom, give me a kiss." Then the sound of Mom giving a blowjob came. The son didn't forget to touch Mom's pussy: "Mom, so wet!" "Mmm..." "After a while, Mom couldn't take it anymore. 'Son, come in quickly!' Then there was the sound of the blankets being turned over, followed by a long moan from Mom. I knew I had entered. The incest between mother and son was happening right next to me, and I ejaculated almost instantly. In the first few days, my son seemed to have a problem with that. Every time we had sex, he would say, 'Mom, I'm going to cum.' 'Son, cum inside Mom's pussy.' (I can't believe a mother could say such things to her own son.) After that, my son somehow got Viagra, and Mom even said to take less of that kind of drug because she was afraid his penis would become useless. During that period, he was really intense, having sex on and off from 2 a.m. until almost 5 a.m. The time after taking the medication, it started with kissing and oral sex before penetration. The son was on top for four or five minutes, then the mother said, "Son, are you tired? Let Mom take the lead." Such a good mother! But as soon as she took the lead, she went for a very intense lotus position, the rhythm of the thrusting was incredibly fast. In less than two minutes, the mother let out a long "Mmm... (fourth tone) Mom has orgasmed!" The son, after taking the medication, was indeed powerful. "Was it good, Mom?" "Yes." Then the mother continued to thrust quickly and slowly for a few more minutes until she was exhausted. Hearing the sounds, the son changed positions, thrusting into the mother from behind and the side, in various ways. The mother actively cooperated. After resting for a while, the son said, "Mom, get up, I want to stand up and fuck you from behind." "You little rascal!" He got up shortly after. They were probably standing by the window; the curtains were definitely drawn, and the window was only slightly ajar. I could hear the son thrusting, and the mother was moaning... "Mmm... Mmm..." Suddenly, the son increased the speed and force; I could clearly hear the thrusting sounds from upstairs. The mother said, "Son... be gentle... Mom can't take it anymore... be gentle... Mmm (fourth tone)." The mother climaxed, and the son roared a few times and ejaculated inside her.

For the next winter break, the mother and son made love every day whenever the father wasn't home, which almost made me die of pleasure.

These past few years, it seems the son graduated and went to work in another city. When the mother has time off, she goes to visit him, but we don't know what they do there. However, this year when he came back for Chinese New Year, it seemed the son only had a few days off, and it seemed the mother was having her period, so they didn't make love at home. Perhaps they'd done it somewhere else before, but the mother and son downstairs seemed like highly educated and very sensible people, with excellent control over their desires. After I moved back in, they became much quieter during sex, except for the mother's orgasm. Their movements became much less intense, suggesting they were afraid of being discovered.

The son's love for his mother had been a gradual process, built up over several years, and he was very obedient. He certainly didn't listen when he shouldn't have, otherwise, how could he have slept with such a sophisticated and high-ranking executive as his mother?

[The End]

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