[Body Change] (03-04)

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Chapter
Three: Shock

The old security guard led his wife towards the dormitory. His wife learned that the old guard
shared a room with the guard who relieved him on shift. Usually, only one person was in that room; when the old guard was there, the other guard was on duty. The wife wondered
if this was fate, giving her such a good opportunity.

Upon arriving at the old guard's dormitory, the wife saw it was simply furnished. There was a bunk bed
; the old guard's bed was on the lower bunk. The old guard poured her tea, and they chatted for a while. The wife learned that the old guard
was an old bachelor, never having married because of poverty and her own perceived ugliness.

The wife couldn't help but feel disdain for this guard; his situation was truly miserable. According to her personality, she
would never sit down and talk to such a guard properly, much less have any physical
contact with him. But the more she despised him, the more she wanted something to happen between them. Only in this way could she
get revenge her mother-in-law. At this moment, the wife had only one thought in her mind: revenge.

This vengeful feeling wasn't just because her mother had given Zhao Yu a handjob; it also stemmed from the body swap –
her young and beautiful body had been transferred to her mother-in-law. The resentment this body swap brought her was
being vented on her mother-in-law.

Now, the wife was worried about how to seduce the old security guard. He seemed honest and simple,
inexperienced with women, and a bit clueless, leaving the wife feeling at a loss. Besides, the wife
had never seduced a man before.

After thinking it over, the wife realized that although her mother-in-law's body lacked her youth and beauty, she had the assets –
her large, heavy breasts would definitely overwhelm this old bachelor. So, the wife decided to use her breasts as a starting point!

"Oops, water spilled on me!" The wife pretended to lose her grip on the water glass, spilling it all over her chest.
Instantly, her chest was soaked.

The water had hit a sensitive area, and the old security guard was at a loss. The wife's black bra was completely visible underneath
. "What should I do? I can't go home like this," the wife said, feigning panic.

Finally, his wife took off her outer garment. The old security guard found a hairdryer to help dry it. His heart was pounding,
his eyes fixed on the garment his wife had taken off, not daring to look at her. He realized it was the first time in his life
he'd seen a woman wearing only a bra.

He'd thought they could go home after her outer garment dried, but his wife said her bra was also wet and
uncomfortable against her skin, so she wanted to dry it too.

He took the hairdryer and went to his wife, blowing on her breasts. Now that she was in her mother-in-law's
body, her breasts were enormous; even though they were covered by a bra, most of her white skin was visible, almost blinding
him.

He felt he'd never been so aroused in his life, but the real shock was yet to come. His wife then said
the hairdryer was making her skin uncomfortable and wanted to take off her bra to dry it as well. The old security guard was stunned. Before he could say anything, her
bra was off.

A pair of large breasts bounced out like white rabbits. He felt like he'd lost his will;
his eyes were only on those large breasts, and he mechanically blew the hairdryer haphazardly.

The wife blushed crimson to the roots of her neck,
realizing she had committed such a lewd and outrageous act—something unimaginable before. However, her determination for revenge, coupled with the fact that even in this state,
the old security guard remained obedient and refrained from any improper behavior, reassured her somewhat.

With this in mind, she decided to proceed boldly. She didn't intend to actually have sex with the old guard; her
plan was simply to take off her pants, leaving her mother-in-law with only her underwear so the old guard could have a good look.
That would complete her revenge.

"Oh dear, my pants are wet too! Help me dry them!" the wife said, starting to remove her pants.

At this moment, the wife was only wearing a small pair of underwear. While her mother had worn looser underwear,
the body now belonged to the wife, and she was still wearing the underwear her mother had worn before. On
this body, it appeared particularly narrow and tight, making her look exceptionally sexy.

The old security guard glanced at it and was immediately stunned. This was a woman! A white, fleshy body—
the body of a woman he had imagined countless times in his dreams. Today, he finally saw it for himself. He even saw a few pubic hairs
seeping . The old security guard's penis was completely erect.

Seeing the old security guard's erect penis, his wife was shocked. She was shocked by how enormous the old security guard's penis was
…

The old security guard was wearing a loose security uniform, and his erect penis created a tent in the front of his pants. His wife
estimated that the size inside his pants was at least 20 centimeters. This was astonishing! His wife never expected
that she would see such a sight from just a random old security guard.

I was also surprised at this moment. Not because of the size of the old security guard's penis—although his penis was exceptionally
large—but because some people are exceptionally gifted, like me now, who also possesses
this superpower. What I couldn't understand was my wife's reaction. I sensed that my wife was already wet,
and her heart was filled with desire.

My wife did something lewd today, but it was only for revenge. And seeing that her revenge
was almost complete, why was she suddenly filled with lust? I know my wife's character; she's not
the lewd type.

My doubts didn't last long. I quickly learned the truth from her thoughts—the root of the problem
was actually with me.

Once, when we were making love, my wife wasn't very interested, so we watched a pornographic film
together. We just randomly clicked on one, and it featured a black man having sex with three white women
. The black man's penis was incredibly large, over twenty centimeters long, big and thick, and he was making the three white
women pound away.

I remember my wife was very excited; she was very wet that time, and wanted more after one round. I
didn't think much of it at the time, and after two rounds, I fell asleep.

Now, peeking into my wife's mind, I discovered that she's been obsessed with that black man's enormous penis ever since.
I'd taken her to see porn a few times before, but they were all Japanese films. The men there are generally of
normal size; many aren't as big as me. My size is 15 centimeters, which is considered quite good for an Asian man.
Ever since seeing that black man's enormous penis, it had been
constantly . Whenever she thought about it, she would become incredibly wet.

From then on, whenever we had sex, she would think about that penis, and sometimes she would even
masturbate while thinking about it.

I suspect her condition is similar to a fetish; for example, some people are attracted to stockings, others to
women's underwear, and my wife is attracted to enormous penises.

Now, this old security guard might also be hiding such a huge penis. How could my wife not be excited?
She never imagined she would encounter such a penis in real life. Now, she had a strong urge
to see the old security guard's penis and see if it was the kind of enormous penis she dreamed of.

At this moment, the room fell silent. The old security guard stared blankly at my wife's body, while my wife stared blankly at his
genitals, pondering how to proceed.

The wife, now somewhat blinded by lust, was bolder than usual, choosing the most
direct approach. Breaking the silence, she pointed at the old security guard's genitals and asked, "What's this?
Why is it so big?"

The old security guard was dumbfounded. What was going on? Shouldn't everyone know that what's erect between a man's legs is
his penis? Why was this young woman asking such a question?

Seeing the guard still speechless, the wife urged again, "I'm asking you a question! What's this?"

"This is… um…" The old security guard didn't know how to answer. In front of a nearly naked mature
woman, answering such a question—even though he wasn't young anymore, he was still a complete virgin!

Even the most honest man in this situation would probably have already taken his pants off, but the old security guard
remained standing there dumbfounded, stammering nervously. His wife
, however, was actually quite pleased. This meant he was easy to control; even at this point, he remained so
well-behaved, indicating he could control his sexual urges and wasn't aggressive.

His wife even thought that if the old guard's penis was as big as that black man's, and his
personality was easily controlled, then she could frequently visit him and maintain a long-term
relationship. If his penis wasn't so big, or his personality was slightly uncontrollable, then
this absurd affair with him would be the last, and there would be no second time.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but secretly hope that the old guard's penis wasn't so big, or that he would be a little more proactive
, making his wife feel he was difficult to control.

Under his wife's persistent questioning, the old security guard finally answered, "This is... a man's thing."

"What thing? Explain it clearly!" his wife pressed,
a strange, almost perverse excitement welling up inside her.

"It's a dick..." the old security guard stammered.

"Yours is so big, are you sick? Take it off and let me take a look!" His wife's voice
gradually calmed, though it had trembled slightly earlier.

"No, it's always been this big, it's not a disease!" the old security guard said awkwardly.

"Not a disease? Have you ever seen other men's dicks? Are other men's as big as yours?"
His wife sat on the edge of the bed, becoming increasingly composed.

"I've seen it. I used to bathe in the village pond. Lots of people bathed there, and mine was definitely
much bigger than theirs. I was even laughed at for it, so I stopped going to the village pond to bathe much!"

A hint of excitement flashed across his wife's face as she said, "See? I wasn't wrong.
It , and people still laughed at you, saying it wasn't a disease! Take off your pants, let me take a look."

The old security guard blushed and awkwardly took off his pants. When he was only wearing his underwear, his wife
was sure of his size. It was indeed an enormous penis. His wife could even feel
the heat in her breath. This penis was even bigger than the one she had seen in movies before.

The wife took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm, and said, "Take them all off, I still can't see them like this!"

The old security guard finally took off his underwear, and a super huge penis sprang out. Seeing this huge penis ,
the wife was almost moved to tears. "It's it, it's it! This
huge penis that I've been fantasizing about every time I have sex or masturbate for the past few years is right in front of me..."

The wife gradually moved closer to the penis, a desperate desire welling up inside her. She wanted to
hold this big penis in her hands and play with it at will, she wanted to put this penis in her mouth and play with it, and she wanted it to enter
her vagina, even if it burst!

The huge penis was so close, and the wife smelled the male hormones emanating from it, mixed
with the smell of sweat and urine. It was the unique sour smell of a man's penis, a smell that she used to dislike
, but now it aroused her desire even more.

The wife thought for a moment and decided to let the old security guard wash his penis properly before she played with it.

Looking up at the old security guard's face, she saw he was staring at her breasts. Noticing her gaze, he
quickly turned away, looking embarrassed.

Her wife was secretly pleased; he was indeed honest and easy to control. Pointing at his penis, she said, "You
probably , but it smells so bad. You should wash it. Men should keep this area clean, otherwise
they'll easily get sick!"

"But I just showered last night," the old security guard protested.

"Didn't you wash it properly last night?"

He nodded. "Yes, I usually just rinse it off quickly!"

"Never mind, I'll wash it for you. This area needs to be cleaned properly and taken good care of," she said
, pulling him to the bathroom.

The old security guard followed her into the bathroom, dazed. Everything that had happened that day was too upside
down for him; he didn't know how to react and could only passively let his wife lead him.

The wife carefully washed the old security guard's penis with warm water, completely retracting the foreskin and rinsing it thoroughly,
then carefully scrubbing the folds of skin on his testicles.

The process was brief, but both the wife and the old security guard were incredibly excited. The wife felt
her hands trembling; the feeling of actually holding that huge penis in her hands was even more wonderful than she had imagined.
This penis was incredibly long; my wife conservatively estimated it to be close to thirty centimeters. Even more remarkable was its girth
; she couldn't possibly hold it in one hand.

She remembered seeing a black man's penis in a movie that was roughly the same length as the old security guard's, but
only slightly thicker than average. That was far less impressive than the old security guard's. So, the old security guard's penis was far
superior to anything she'd ever imagined. Not only that, but it was also warm; the penis
in her hands felt hot and scalding.

Looking at the enormous penis in her hands, the huge glans gleaming, its menacing appearance imposing,
my wife was somewhat intoxicated.

However, she knew the old security guard was still watching her, and now wasn't the time to be intoxicated. She said
to him , "From now on, you should clean it like this, at least twice a day!"

The old security guard nodded repeatedly, "Okay, thank you!" "You're welcome. Go lie down on the bed, I'll give you a massage!" My wife was very satisfied

with the obedient old security guard and decided to proceed to the final step. The old security guard wasn't truly stupid; he probably understood his wife's intentions and obediently lay down on the bed. His wife squatted beside the bed and began playing with his penis in her hands. She wasn't playing with it to please him; she simply loved it so much that she rubbed it between her fingers. After a while, she suddenly opened her mouth and took it in, but it was too thick, and despite her efforts, she couldn't swallow the glans. She tried again and finally managed to swallow it, a strange excitement appearing . However, even more excited than his wife was the old security guard. He suddenly exclaimed nervously, "Ah, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum!" His wife quickly pulled her mouth away, trying to find some tissues, but by then, the old security guard had already ejaculated, all of it landing on her breasts. She felt the force of his ejaculation, the impact slightly sore. The security guard repeatedly apologized to his wife, begging for forgiveness. His wife, however, just smiled, found some tissues to wipe the semen off her body, and didn't seem to mind at all. She laughed, "No need to apologize, it's normal for a man to ejaculate when he's satisfied." His wife was afraid that he wouldn't be able to perform after ejaculating, but to her surprise, his penis showed no signs . She felt a constant flow of fluid from her lower body; without even looking , she knew her underwear was soaked. She noticed the security guard secretly glancing at her genitals. She looked down at her underwear , and sure enough, the front was soaked. Through the wet area, she could see pubic hair and a faint cleavage. Under the security guard's stunned gaze, his wife took off her last pair of underwear, sat on his lap, and guided his large penis with one hand, preparing to insert it. However, she hesitated. She thought of me; taking this step meant cheating on me. Remembering how good I had been to him, her heart, usually dominated by desire, began to struggle . At this moment, the old security guard suddenly spoke up: "Young lady, you can't!" "What's wrong?" The wife looked at the old security guard in confusion. Things had come to this point; even the most ruthless man should have been able to resist. "I'm a gatekeeper all day, and I know you have a husband and children. I'm worried about ruining your family!" the old security guard said with a worried expression. Hearing this, the wife thought even more highly of the old security guard. He was someone who knew how to consider others. If something really happened between them, the old security guard would surely keep quiet and wouldn't cause her any trouble. The wife also thought that this wasn't actually betraying her husband. Firstly, there was no betrayal in her heart. She and the old security guard were only doing this for his penis; she had no love for him as a person, at most a little pity for his life. Secondly, there was no betrayal in her body either, because this body wasn't hers at all, but her mother-in-law's! Thinking of this, my wife felt relieved. She smiled warmly at the old security guard and said, "Don't worry about any of that. As long as we both keep our mouths shut and swear never to tell anyone about our affair, no one in the world will know! Can you promise never to tell anyone about this?" The old security guard gestured with his hands and said, "I swear, I can..." My mother interrupted him, "No need to swear, I believe you can. Now, let me ask you again, do you want to do it with me?" "I want to..." The old security guard lowered his head, not daring to look at my wife, but his voice was unusually firm. "Then what else is there to say!" My wife said as she slowly moved towards the old security guard's penis. The penis was too thick, and my wife tried hard for a while but couldn't get it in. Chapter Four: The Walk I was tense, sensing my wife's movements, and I felt a mix of emotions. What did I see? My wife, with my mother 's body on top of her, was about to take the final step with an old and ugly security guard, but I couldn't do anything... What made my conscience even more uneasy was that my penis had also become hard. What was wrong with me? These past few days, I 've developed incestuous Oedipus complexes, a fact I've already confirmed. Now, why am I also having thoughts of cuckolding my wife, or rather, my mother? Seeing my wife's soul, my mother's body, and this old security guard's affair, I'm actually aroused , completely unable to control my penis, which just stays hard. I can't think about anything else; my wife is at the final stage. At this moment, on one hand, I hope this huge penis won't go in—I don't want this composite of my wife and mother to be given away to this old security guard for nothing. On the other hand, I secretly hope that this huge penis will thrust into my wife hard; that would give me even more stimulation and excitement… My wife frowned, no longer cautiously probing, and after aiming at my penis, she suddenly thrust in forcefully. My wife's vagina was already full of lubrication; with enough lubrication, even though the old security guard's penis was very thick, the glans still managed to enter! A look of pain crossed my wife's face. This intense tearing sensation was similar to the first time , but the fullness was far more intense. My wife trembled with excitement. Yes, this was the feeling she wanted, this feeling of being about to burst. The tearing pain only lasted a short time before my wife adapted to the enormous penis. My wife started...

He started moving, his body slowly sinking down. When half of his penis was inside his wife's body,
she couldn't move anymore, because his large penis had reached her G-spot, the very end of her vagina.

His wife wanted to laugh and cry at the same time; this was what she had wanted, something she had fantasized about for years,
and now she truly possessed it. Just as she was about to move, the old security guard
looked flustered and nervous.

"Ah, sorry, I'm going to ejaculate again!"

His wife instinctively tried to get up and remove herself from his penis, but then remembered that this was her mother-in-law's body.
Her mother- in-law had an IUD, so there was no chance of pregnancy, so she didn't get up.

At this moment, the old security guard couldn't control himself and ejaculated. Although this was his second ejaculation of the day,
his wife still felt the force of his semen, strongly impacting her cervix, the hot
semen almost bringing her to orgasm.

The old security guard was filled with shame after ejaculating. His wife had only just put her in, and he'd already ejaculated before even starting to penetrate. Any
man would feel ashamed in such a situation.

The mother looked at the old security guard with suspicion. Such a fine penis—could it be premature ejaculation? But then another question
occurred to asked, "Are you still a virgin?"

"Yes!" the old security guard replied matter-of-factly.

The wife couldn't
help . She had initially been mistaken, thinking that even though the old security guard had never been married,
he must have frequented prostitutes. At his age, prostitutes weren't expensive these days; a hundred yuan could buy a quickie.
She hadn't expected him to be a virgin.

But this only made her more satisfied. It meant that this big penis had been in this world for sixty years, and
she was the first to taste it, filling her with a sense of fulfillment. The old security guard's

penis, having ejaculated twice, was slightly soft but still retained a certain firmness, filling his wife's vagina completely
. After a few movements, it hardened again. His wife couldn't help but marvel at the old
security guard 's extraordinary physique; at his age, he was better than many young men in this regard.

This time, the old security guard lasted much longer. His wife felt like she was about to explode with pleasure, but
dared not cry out, desperately covering her mouth to prevent herself from making any noise.

She felt her lower body spasm and twitch, vaguely sensing fluid continuously flowing from her vagina, like
a man ejaculating. She realized she was about to climax, but why was fluid constantly gushing from her vagina
? She didn't dwell on it, because the extreme pleasure had already stopped her mind from thinking.

I guessed my wife must have orgasmed. I'd just looked it up online before; orgasms vary from person to person
, and only a minority of women can orgasm. Among women who orgasm, some urinate through the urethra, and
some ejaculate through the vagina. It seems my wife is the vaginal type.

I never imagined my mother's constitution was this unique. That old security guard was so lucky! Who would have thought an
ordinary-looking, slightly overweight woman could orgasm during sex?

My wife left the old security guard's dormitory, still wanting more. She actually wanted to do it again, but considering he
'd already ejaculated three times, she worried about his health.

When they parted, the old security guard seemed a little downcast. He asked my wife if she could come again. My wife neither agreed nor
refused, only saying it depended on the situation. She also told him to treat her as before,
greeting her casually when they met, without being too familiar or too distant—in short,
to keep it a secret.

My wife slowly walked home, unable to walk fast, her legs barely able to close. It was all the old security guard's fault
; he'd gone too far, and she was still lingering from her orgasm.

I tried to calm myself, forcing myself not to think about what my wife and mother had done, because these
were things I shouldn't know, yet they so easily affected my emotions.

I focused my senses on my parents. Zhao Yu and his wife had arrived at the shop. The shop originally only had one
employee, whom my wife and I called Aunt Qiu. Before, it was just Aunt Qiu, my parents, and me working at the shop, and it was quite busy around mealtimes
. Now that Zhao Yu and his wife were here, my parents were definitely much more relaxed.

From my mother's perception, I knew that Zhao Yu would always glance at her a few times, his eyes
unconsciously revealing a strange look. My mother was now my wife's body, young and beautiful, and she had
a past with Zhao Yu—no wonder he acted this way.

After noticing Zhao Yu's strange gaze, Mom scolded him when no one else was in the kitchen
. She told him to forget what had happened before, work diligently in the shop, and warned him that if he continued to
look at her like that, she and his wife would be fired.

After the warning, Zhao Yu indeed became obedient and stopped looking at Mom like that. Seeing this, I
felt much relieved.

I thought I should take some time to visit the shop and see what Mom's crush from her youth looked like, and also check
the shop's accounts.

When I arrived at the shop, Zhao Yu indeed looked weathered and down on his luck, but his features were still quite handsome;
it was clear must have been a handsome man in his youth, no wonder Mom was so infatuated with him.

Zhao Yu's wife, although dressed in cheap clothes, looked very charming; a woman past her prime, she still retained her allure.

The hot pot shop usually closes around 8 PM, and by the time I got home, ate dinner, and tidied up, it was almost 10 PM.
My parents usually liked to go for a walk then come back to sleep.

There's a park right next to our house, with beautiful scenery. It's very quiet around ten o'clock at night, and my parents
come here for a walk every evening.

When my mother married my father through an introduction, she was still thinking about Zhao Yu; there was no love between them.
But more than twenty years have passed, and they've developed a deep affection for each other, leaning more towards
familial love.

Late at night, when everything is quiet, they often stroll hand in hand. My mother, as usual, casually took my father's
hand, noticing that it was a little stiff and sweaty. She asked curiously, "Huh? It's so
cool , why are your palms sweaty?"

My father smiled sheepishly and said he didn't know. My mother didn't think much of it and continued walking with him.

At that moment, my father's heart was pounding wildly. His hands were stiff and sweaty—that was…
Both were excited and nervous. Mom had clearly forgotten that her body belonged to her daughter-in-law, but Dad hadn't
. Holding his daughter-in-law's hand while strolling in the park—how could he not be excited? Luckily, it was so late that
no one saw.

Dad was conflicted. Holding his daughter-in-law's hand felt inappropriate, but letting go was also unbearable
. He had never touched such beautiful hands before; her small, smooth, and delicate hands were soft and boneless.

Not only was the touch wonderful, but the incestuous feeling it evoked excited him even more. So, Dad went along with it,
holding Mom's hand and strolling leisurely.

Reaching a bench, Mom said they'd sit for a while and then go home. They sat down side by side, and Mom naturally
nestled into Dad's lap. Whenever they came to the park before, Mom would always nestle into Dad's
lap like this when they sat on this bench. A gentle breeze blew, and Mom felt happy and peaceful, completely forgetting that she was possessed by her daughter-in-law.

As usual, Dad supported Mom's body with one hand and held her hand with the other. Unbeknownst to Mom
, Dad was desperately suppressing his excitement, forcing himself to calm down. If Mom
noticed anything, he wouldn't be able to enjoy his wife's body.

The fragrance emanating from his wife's body sent his hormones soaring. He felt
a and wanted to place his hand on his wife's waist. What would that soft, slender waist
feel like?

This was a golden opportunity. Mom had completely forgotten that her body belonged to her daughter-in-law.
Dad hesitated only briefly before acting. First, he pretended to scratch an itch and separated his hand from Mom's, despite
how reluctant he was to do so.

Then, he casually placed his hand on Mom's waist. Mom continued chatting and laughing with Dad,
completely unaware of anything amiss.

Dad succeeded so easily. Seeing this, I could only sigh helplessly. Although I really
didn't want to see this happen, I couldn't blame Mom or Dad. Mom had only temporarily
forgotten that she had switched bodies. If she remembered that her body belonged to her daughter-in-law, she definitely wouldn't have been
so . Mom's ignorance is no excuse.

As for Dad, it was just a man's instinct. With such a young, beautiful, and vibrant woman lying
in his arms, what man could resist? Dad only wanted to touch her waist and legs. If it were me,
I might even have thought about touching her breasts.

Dad's palm covered Mom's slender waist. The first sensation was softness, as if pressing it
would sink into it—a gentle, elastic softness. The second sensation was smoothness. Mom was wearing
an expensive silk blouse that his wife had bought her before, and only this layer of fabric
separated . Even through the fabric, Dad could feel the amazing smoothness of his wife's waist. If he could put his hand
inside the fabric, the feeling… But Dad only dared to think about it. If he actually did that, Mom would probably
react , and all of Dad's pleasure would vanish. The third sensation was warmth. This wasn't
ordinary warmth; it was a heart-stirring warmth, the kind that could penetrate the skin and reach the heart.

If you asked Dad how long he would like his hand to stay on his wife's waist, Dad's answer would definitely be ten thousand years.
But Dad still decisively moved his palm away and gradually moved his hand towards Mom's thigh. Because Dad knew time was running out,
he wanted to use this limited time to do more things, to maximize the benefits of this precious time. From this, we can
see that Dad had a strong sense of the big picture and didn't care about the gains and losses of a single moment.

Mom came out after her shower that evening, dressed simply and refreshingly in a cute
, youthful skirt that fell just past her knees. However, as she nestled in Dad's arms, the skirt rode up
slightly. Dad's plan was to place his hand on that small patch of skin above Mom's knees.
This scene often played out when Mom and Dad would snuggle on park benches, Dad supporting her with one hand and casually placing the other on
her leg. He wanted to recreate that moment.

His heart began to race again. The thought of touching her leg was far more intense than touching her hand or waist. In
normal social interactions, shaking hands is a matter of etiquette, and touching the waist is done through
clothing. Touching her leg was different; it allowed direct contact with his wife's body. Moreover, the thighs
are considered a woman's private area, a place a man wouldn't easily touch.

Dad's hand had quietly moved from his wife's waist to above Mom's thigh, near her knee. Just as it was about
to fall , Mom suddenly yawned, then got up and said she was going home to sleep. Dad's hand ended up back on
himself.

Although he was still reluctant, Dad could only follow Mom home. Dad tried to take Mom's hand again, and
she naturally took it. Dad was secretly pleased; it seemed Mom hadn't realized anything yet. Dad was trying to figure out
how to use this last opportunity to do something. Suddenly, Dad remembered that Mom had once
asked . Dad had refused without hesitation then, not forgetting to tease her, "With your
physique, even Superman couldn't carry you. You'd better spare my old life." Dad said it jokingly,
and Mom wasn't angry.

But now it was different. Dad was willing to carry this body beside him even if it meant risking his life.
Thinking of Mom's yawn just now, Dad knew how to start. "You yawned just now, are you
sleepy?" Dad asked with concern.

"Yes, I'm sleepy after working for a while," Mom's voice was a little languid.

"You've been busy at the shop all day, you must be tired and sleepy. Let me carry you home!" Dad
said carefully, holding Mom's hand. He was being careful because he was worried Mom would realize
she was his daughter-in-law's body.

"You old rascal, you're really good at being attentive tonight. Didn't you used to say that even Superman
couldn't carry me? What's gotten into you now..." Mom suddenly stopped talking.

"Ah... no, my body... oh right, I only weigh 100 pounds now. Oh dear, I
forgot to switch bodies with my daughter-in-law! You old rascal, you didn't even remind me!" Mom's voice was no longer
sleepy, and she started complaining to Dad.

"It's not my fault, I forgot too. Tonight I can completely treat you like a child."
"Mom!" Dad said pitifully, sounding like he'd been wronged. Anyone who didn't know better might think he'd suffered a terrible injustice.

Mom, however, remained unmoved, her voice even becoming stern. "Oh, you're wronged
now? After all these years, do you think I don't know you? Why were you grabbing my hand so tightly? Why were your palms sweaty?
And why were your hands on my waist? That wasn't very proper!"

Dad, of course, would never admit it. Mom glared at him, saying resentfully, "Fine,
I won't argue with you about that. But what about when you offered to carry me?"

"I was just being considerate, seeing you were tired after a long day's work, and I wanted to carry you home. Is that wrong? You're really
ungrateful !" Dad said, bluffing, actually trying to bolster his courage. Otherwise,
he might be completely overwhelmed by Mom's imposing manner.

"You're just talking nonsense. This isn't the first time we've gone to the park, and it's not the first time I've felt sleepy.
You were so attentive tonight, it's no wonder you had ulterior motives. Let me imagine it: if you were carrying me on your back, your hands could support my
thighs, even my butt, and my breasts would be pressed against your back—basically, we'd be pressed
together, right?"

Dad was speechless. After more than twenty years of marriage, Mom knew him too well.

Fortunately, Mom didn't dwell on it. "You're the father-in-law, after all. How can you have
such intimate contact with your daughter-in-law? You should think more about your son and this family. But I was also wrong tonight, so let's
just forget about it. Just don't do it again!"

The incident ended with Dad bowing his head and admitting his mistake. After this incident, Mom always remembered that her body belonged to her daughter-in-law, but it left a ripple in Dad's heart. The hand-holding and cuddling
that night still stirred up a surge of desire in him whenever he thought about it.

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