It's not my fault, it's all the red wine's fault.

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This happened in the summer. My wife and I had just returned home from our honeymoon when my mother said to me, "You're back just in time. Our relatives in the countryside have finished building their new house. According to custom, our whole family goes back to our hometown to congratulate them. You should prepare yourself; you might have to stay there for one night."
That afternoon, everyone took a car back to the countryside. The relatives' new house was a three-story building. The first floor had a living room and kitchen, the second floor had guest rooms, and the relatives lived on the third floor. So, my wife and I shared one of the two guest rooms on the second floor, and my parents shared the other. Because everyone was busy that day, we didn't start eating dinner until about nine o'clock.
The meal was lively; our relatives had prepared a lot of delicious dishes to entertain us, and they also brought out a bottle of red wine. They seemed determined to drink until they were completely drunk, so everyone toasted each other. After a few more glasses of wine, they said they were feeling a little dizzy and needed to go upstairs to their rooms to rest. Looking at their slightly swaying figures, I knew they were almost drunk, but they were pretending to be fine to avoid losing face.
That night, after the last bottle of red wine was finished, everyone was quite tipsy. Our relatives quickly finished cleaning up the dishes and went back to the third floor to rest. My father and I helped each other walk. Back on the second floor, unable to find a light switch in the hallway, everyone groped their way back to their rooms in the dark.
The next day, in the car on the way home, my father and I remained silent because of our guilty consciences, while my wife and mother chatted and laughed. Little did they know that their vaginas still contained traces of their husband's semen.
To avoid waking my wife, I didn't turn on the light. I carefully walked to the bedside and, in the dim moonlight, saw my wife sleeping soundly on her side. So I undressed and got into bed. I usually think it's easier to sleep after drinking, but tonight, for some reason, I felt hot all over, and my penis gradually hardened. Looking at my wife, who was also fast asleep
, I sighed, unable to resist the urge . I came secretly.
So I gently pulled off my wife's pajama bottoms and underwear, reaching down to caress the plump area between her legs. I felt the small, moist crevice in the center of that area, so I pulled out my hot, hard penis and inserted it into that crevice. Immediately, my large penis felt warm and comfortable. I reached down to touch my wife's breasts, finding them much larger than usual, and very pleasant to touch! I also noticed that my wife's figure was plumper than usual, and her buttocks were larger, making "slap, slap" sounds with my thrusts. Finally, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated my hot semen into my wife's body, while she continued to sleep soundly.
Afterwards, I got out of bed, turned on the light, and went to get a drink of water. (After a cup of tea, my mind became much clearer, and unintentionally...) I glanced into the room—wait, why is my wife's hair so short? She usually has long hair! Confused, I approached for a closer look, and then, "buzz," my mind went blank. The woman sleeping on the bed wasn't my wife, but my mother. I thought it was a hallucination from drinking, so I rubbed my eyes and looked again. But the truth was undeniable: the middle-aged woman sleeping on the bed had short hair and a full figure—it was my mother! Even more undeniably, my semen was still slowly seeping from her genitals!
What was going on? Then it dawned on me—my father and I had drunk too much tonight, and we'd all gone to the wrong room. Oh no! What if my wife…? …? Thinking of this, I hurriedly went to my room next door. Fortunately, the door was ajar, and the light was off.
Just as I pushed the door open a crack, intending to slip inside, I suddenly heard a sound I least wanted to hear and saw a scene I least wanted to see:
in the dim moonlight, I saw my wife, still drunk and not fully sober, lying naked on the bed. A naked middle-aged man was ravaging her, causing the bed to creak under the weight. I didn't need to look closely to know who the man was.
Helpless, I returned to the room I had just been in and saw my mother still sleeping naked. Although my mother was middle-aged, she was still quite well-endowed, and her figure… Slightly plump, but this only enhanced her mature and alluring sensuality. What caught my attention even more was the mound between her legs, like a steamed bun. My mother's labia were a deep red, long and exposed, the result of years of penile penetration.
Gazing at my mother's mature and plump vulva, my little brother couldn't help but rise again. Oh! I've made a mistake, Mom, please let me do it one more time! Thinking this, I turned off the light and went to bed. On the bed, I shamelessly fucked my mother, since her husband was playing with my wife in the next room.
My mother's mature vagina was a different kind of charm. My wife's vagina was delicate and narrow, while my mother's was mature and plump. I fucked my mother's mature and full... After more than an hour of physical release, I finally ejaculated deep into her vagina. My poor mother, having drunk too much, was completely unaware of what had happened to her. Looking at my still-sleeping mother, I quietly helped her get dressed and cleaned up the mess. Afterwards, I went downstairs pretending to watch TV, turning the volume up.
Sure enough, my father came down a while later, saying he couldn't sleep and wanted to watch TV. Both my father and father were watching TV absentmindedly; everyone knew what was going on. After turning off the TV, everyone went upstairs to their rooms to sleep. Of course, this time no one went to the wrong room.
When I returned to my room, I saw my wife sleeping soundly in her nightgown, everything so calm, as if nothing had happened. It seems Father cleaned up the mess quite well, but how could I be fooled by this facade? I gently pulled down my wife's panties and saw her genitals were a mess, her pubic hair disheveled, her swollen labia slightly parted, and a large amount of semen slowly leaking out. Seeing my wife still fast asleep, unaware that she had been raped, I felt angry, but then I thought, I haven't really lost out!
What should I do? Should I rush in to stop him or retreat? In the end, I chose to retreat, because if I rushed in to stop him, things would escalate, and no one would be able to save face. Another reason was: after all, I had just slept with his wife, who is also my mother.
Sigh, it's all the red wine's fault!

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