Watching his wife and son commit incest

I spoiled my son, and so did my wife, giving him whatever he wanted, treating him like a little emperor. Sometimes

I worried he might become too domineering, but surprisingly, he wasn't like other children. He was well-

behaved, didn't cause trouble, and was usually quiet, looking around curiously. Looking at him, I felt a surge of energy.

I knew I had to prepare a large fortune for him so he could live a life of comfort and security when he grew up. I worked even harder

to manage my appliance store. Within two years, I had four chain stores in the city. My wife stayed

home full-time to take care of the children.

Many years passed in the blink of an eye. My son was now a fifteen-year-old boy, looking a lot like me, but

his personality was different. He was more like a girl, always wanting to be with his mother. I think it's because I rarely spend

time with him at home. But being quiet is good; he won't cause trouble, unlike my colleague's child, who was

always fighting at school, requiring daily home visits from teachers. My colleague was constantly worried and always envied me for having such a well-behaved son. I

was content.

Life was going well, but things were slowly changing at home.

One morning, as I got up to go to the bathroom, I saw my wife washing her face, and my fifteen-year-old son

was hugging and kissing his mother behind her. I'd seen him doing this often these past few days. Still acting like a child. I chuckled dismissively,

"What are you doing, kid? Trying to take advantage of your mother?!" My son looked at his mother, turned to me with a grin, and

walked away. My wife glared at me and scolded, "What? Jealous of our son? Spend more time with us when you're free.

" I glanced at her and said, "I wish I could, but the whole family depends on me for food." My wife came over

and smiled, "My dear boss, it's not that serious." I pulled her over. She

was thirty-seven this year, but even more beautiful and charming than before, her figure unchanged. My heart warmed, and I

patted her bottom. My wife pushed me away, scolding, "Alright, we're an old married couple, don't let the child see.

" "Hey, even our son can do that, but I can't handle a pat?" "Okay, you know, he's still young. He's always been

with me, you should go to work." I glanced at my watch—oh, it was almost time. I quickly

washed my face , got dressed, and left. My wife and son stood at the door, saying goodbye. These two have

been very kind to me lately. Before, only my wife would see me off, but recently even my son often comes to the door to see me off. It seems this child

has really grown up. It feels so good to have a home. I went to work full of confidence.

When I arrived at the company, the employees were already open. There are usually few customers in the morning, so we just do some preparation

work. When I entered the office, my colleague was already there. He was looking at the news on his computer and said to me, "Boss!

I saw your wife and a man going to the movies yesterday, they were so affectionate!" This guy,

he . I don't mind, and he continues without restraint.

"Hey, boss. I'm talking about you. No reaction at all?" This guy is getting cocky again.

"Okay, I believe you. Did you see who it was?" "Yes." "Who?" I had no choice but to

play along.

"Your son! Hahaha!" my colleague said, laughing to himself.

I ignored him, sat down in my chair, and looked at next month's purchasing plan. This guy wasn't done yet, he came closer again

. "Hey boss, are you up to it? Your wife's so young, and you're not so young anymore

. It might damage our manly image, right? Want me to get you some Viagra or something?" I smiled and ignored him. But to be honest,

after all these years of running a business, I'm really starting to feel the strain. Luckily, my wife doesn't seem

interested in that kind of thing, and she hasn't done anything unusual. I don't want those aphrodisiacs ruining my health, that lazy bum

.

My colleague, seeing I didn't say anything, laughed for a while and then went back to work.

A little while later, my secretary, Xiao Zhang, came in asking for a floppy disk. She'd copied a copy of the third quarter's budget

for me yesterday, which I'd taken home and revised. This morning, after a fight with my wife, I'd completely forgotten about it. I hadn't brought the floppy disk.

Well, I happened to have some business to attend to at the Industry and Commerce Bureau anyway, so I decided to go home to get the disk and stop by the Bureau on the way

.

I drove up to the front door, and my son rushed out. He paused for a moment when he saw me, then quickly lowered his head. I

said, "Hurry up, son! What's wrong with you? It's so late. Didn't you get up early?" He mumbled

something, grabbed his mountain bike, and left.

I took off my shoes and went inside. The living room floor had been mopped, but the bedrooms hadn't. My son's room

was tidy, but our master bedroom was still a mess. Sigh, my wife had been busy all morning, and this was all she did

? "Honey!" I called out loudly. "Oh, it's you! Why are you back?" My wife's

voice came from the bathroom. What's going on? Didn't she shower this morning? Why is she showering again now?

I didn't bother thinking about it anymore. I went to the study to get a floppy disk. My wife came out of the bathroom, her hair disheveled and

her face flushed. "What are you doing? Letting our son go to school so late. You, as his mother, should remind him,"

I said. "Okay, okay, he said his neck hurt a bit, so I checked it out for him." My wife said,

not daring to look at me, and walked past me. "You tidy up the house, I'm going," I said,

picking up the floppy disk and about to leave when the phone rang. I picked it up and answered; it was my son's teacher. She

said he'd been frequently late lately and had even missed two classes, something that had never happened before. Although I was a little

angry, I still told her that my son hadn't been feeling well lately. The teacher said he was twenty minutes late again today and was

being stopped at the door by the teacher on duty. I asked the teacher to let my son come over to the phone and scolded him a few times. Actually, I still

love my son; he's a late-in-life child. My son admitted his mistake and then hung up.

When he came home from school that evening, I naturally gave him a lecture, asking him why he was always late. My wife explained for him

, "He hasn't been feeling well lately." I said, "Don't spoil him too much; I think he's just lazy!" The son, who had been silent with his head down, smiled but didn't argue. However, I was worried he might actually be sick, so I added, " If you're really feeling unwell, go to the hospital for a checkup." My wife said, "Yes, Mom will take you to the hospital another day ." The son replied, "Okay," and then went back to eating. The next morning, before leaving, I specifically reminded my son, "Go to school right after breakfast, don't dawdle."

"Yes." My son nodded, and the mother and son saw me off as usual.

After arriving at the electronics store and working for a while, I called the school: "Ms. Li? My son

wasn't late today, was he?" Ms. Li replied, "No. I saw you disciplined him yesterday." "Oh, not at all, it's

all thanks to you teachers." I then boasted about how well I'd managed to get my son to school. Ms. Li

listened for a while and said, "However, he hasn't been concentrating much lately, he's always daydreaming in class. You should ask him

what the reason is." "Okay, thank you, Ms. Li." I hung up. My colleague immediately came over

.

"Haha, buddy, you've finally met your match! How does it feel to have the teacher complain?" "Well, my

son isn't fighting, he's just a kid, he's not focused in class. I don't know why." I said. My colleague

got even more excited, "Hey, buddy, you're a man, don't you usually care about your son?" "Don't you think about it?

At this age, why can't you concentrate?" I looked at him and said, "Why? I really don't know

." "Oh my, my dear boss," my colleague slapped his thigh, "Puberty, buddy! Didn't you go through that too

?" Yes, now that my colleague said that, it really made sense. This kid is fifteen this year, well past puberty,

he must be thinking about girls. Sigh, I can understand, we went through that too. Thinking this, I

felt much better. It'll be fine in a few years; everyone has to go through this. As long as he doesn't do anything bad or

follow bad influences from others, it's fine.

That evening, I casually asked my son about school, and then asked him why he couldn't concentrate in class.

He didn't say anything, only saying, "I'll change it later." That kid, he's not telling the truth. Actually, I know who would

tell the truth anyway. I was just asserting my fatherly authority. That night, lying in bed, I asked my wife about our son's recent

behavior. My wife said, "Nothing special, don't overthink it. Boys are like this when they grow up."

This coincided with what my colleague had said, so I felt relieved. She also told me not to worry too much, that she would take good care of our son

. I thought so too; my wife loves our son very much, and they're very close. He would definitely

tell her anything, and she wouldn't ignore his bad behavior.

I inexplicably didn't sleep well that night. I thought about it and felt I bore some responsibility. I was worried that

if my son made bad friends outside and didn't tell his mother, it would be difficult to handle. He's our only

son, and I'm getting old. I may not have paid much attention to him before, but now I need to pay more attention to him.

From now on, I will start paying attention to my son's behavior; a strict father and a loving mother are the keys to a good son. Teenagers have

so many problems, I had to be careful, so I secretly resolved to keep an eye on my son. Of course, I didn't dare tell my wife,

lest she accuse me of interfering with our son's human rights, which would damage my image as a father.

A few days later, I had some free time, so I borrowed a colleague's new car. Using it as cover, I

drove to the corner near my apartment building after arriving at the office. My colleague's car was covered with sunshade, so

you couldn't see inside from the outside. I sat in the back, and even from the uncovered side, it wasn't easy to see me, and even if you did,

you couldn't see me clearly.

Soon, my son rushed down, buttoning his clothes as he ran, his hair disheveled, his face a little red, and he pushed

his bicycle away. My wife said from the balcony, "Don't ride too fast, there's still time, be careful on the road!" I leaned

my head against the car window and looked up at the balcony. My wife, wearing pajamas, her hair disheveled, was watching our son's receding

figure. When I left in the morning, she had already changed out of her pajamas and was still wearing an apron while making breakfast. Why

was she changing clothes again now?

I followed my son in my car, watching him pedal hard and speed towards school, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Nothing seemed amiss. He didn't seem to be going anywhere or making bad friends.

The next day, I followed him again. This time, he was on time, coming downstairs early, his clothes

neat and tidy . His wife was also neatly dressed when she saw him off on the balcony, just as I had seen her that morning.

Strange, it was different from yesterday.

Why was it different between the two days? Why was he dressed neatly the day before, ready to leave for school

, but then disheveled when he left? I felt the problem lay at home. Suddenly, I desperately wanted to know

what was going on at home, so I decided to find a hiding place. On the third day,

while my wife was making breakfast in the kitchen, my son went to the bathroom. I seized the opportunity to open the door and say, "I'm not eating breakfast, I'm leaving." But I didn't leave. I slammed the door shut and quickly hid under the bed in my room. It's ridiculous that

the head of the household has to hide under the bed . After a while, I heard running water; my son had come out of the bathroom. The two sat at the dining table. The wife said, "Your dad's acting strange today. He seemed to be in a rush and left without eating." The son said, "Maybe he had something urgent." The wife didn't say anything, and the two began to eat breakfast. From the dining room, I could hear the mother and son talking softly. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but their tone was very intimate. The wife occasionally giggled. I peeked out from under the bed and could see a corner of the dining room. The mother and son were sitting very close, almost touching. The son even rubbed his leg against his wife's leg—they were so clingy! The wife really spoiled him like that. As they ate, the son's hand reached down, lifted his wife's skirt, and touched her thigh, stroking it back and forth. No way! My head suddenly felt like it was going to explode. This kid, how could he do this! "Alright, hurry up and eat, you have to go to school," the wife said gently. "Mom," the son said sweetly, "It's still early today. Didn't you say we could come every other day?" "You're always thinking about this, not studying properly. Your dad's already scolding you," the wife said. "I know, I'm really focused now. I'll definitely do well on my midterms, Mom, don't worry, I promise you," the son patted his chest. As he spoke, his thigh rubbed against his wife's lap again. I saw his wife's arms encircle his son, and he sat lap. They embraced, and I could hear their kissing sounds. Good heavens! I felt dizzy and wanted to rush out immediately, but... what could I say? One was my only son, the other my beloved wife. What could I do? If I rushed out...

Could I save face? How would it end? I held back; I couldn't go out. In fact, I was afraid to go out.

My wife pushed our son aside: "Go downstairs and see if your dad's car is still there." Our son excitedly

ran downstairs like a whirlwind, full of energy, and less than half a minute later he rushed back: "It's gone!" "Okay, then close

the door," my wife said. Our son closed the door and immediately threw himself into his mother's arms. "Not here," my wife said.

"Then, let's go to my room, okay? We haven't been to my room yet," our son said. "Okay," my wife agreed

. Then I saw their feet slowly walking towards my son's room, very slowly,

stopping and starting, until they disappeared. Then I heard the door close. A moment later, I heard my son's bed slam heavily

, and my heart sank.

A mix of emotions overwhelmed me; I lay under the bed, feeling utterly powerless. My mind was blank

. Soon after, I heard sounds coming from inside the room—the sounds of adults doing it,

very intense, along with my son's heavy breathing. My wife was also panting, occasionally whispering, "Gently, don't

rush , gently, don't tire yourself out." But the intense sounds continued; my son must have been working very hard. My hands

trembled. After a while, things gradually quieted down. The door opened. I heard the mother and son whispering as

they hurried out. When their feet came into view, I noticed my wife's high heels were gone; she was barefoot, and

my son had changed from his leather shoes into slippers, without socks.

"Hurry up, you're going to school. I told you not to rush, but you wouldn't listen," my wife whispered.

"Mom, you're so sweet, I couldn't resist," my son said, leaning closer to his wife.

"Alright, hurry up, go to school. You'll be late. Or, Mom can drive you." "No need,

I've said I'm a man, I don't need Mom to drive me. My classmates will laugh at me. Besides, Teacher Li

said parents shouldn't drive us. We're supposed to develop good independent habits." "Come on, you're independent,

always clinging to Mom. Okay, go ahead." My wife went into our room, and I noticed she was only wearing pajamas today

, and definitely nothing underneath. Then she sat on the bed above my head, creaked around for a bit, put on her

clothes, and went out.

"Goodbye, Mom," my son said. "Goodbye, be careful on the way." The door closed, and my son's footsteps

came from the hallway, sounding hurried.

My wife rushed into the room, ran to the balcony, leaned down, and shouted, "Slow down! Be careful on the road!

" I saw her stand on the balcony for a full five minutes before slowly turning back, her steps becoming languid. After sitting on the bed

for a while, she got up and left. Judging from her voice, she seemed to be cleaning outside, but her movements were very slow, stopping

and starting. Occasionally, she would come into the room, open the wardrobe, and then close it again.

After a long time, I heard her dial a number: "Hello, Sister Mei? Is everyone here? I'm ready, I'll be right there.

" I knew she was going to play mahjong with her friends. Soon, she locked the door and left. Only

after hearing the sound of an Alto car fading away downstairs did I crawl out from under the bed.

The dining room was cleaned up, and the chairs were all placed against the table. Everything in my son's room was neat and tidy, and the trash can

was empty. In the bathroom, I saw my wife's underwear hanging on the hanger, still dripping water, and the mirror

was still fogged up. I glanced at the trash can again and noticed it was overflowing. A thought struck me, and I went over to search it carefully.

What I found made my hands and feet go weak, my heart pounding as if it would burst: several wads of toilet paper stained with sticky fluid, a

crumpled condom with a clear liquid inside that felt warm to the touch. I collapsed to the

floor.

That evening, back home, looking at my son and wife, I truly didn't know what to do. But for the sake of my pride, I could only

swallow my anger and wait and see. My wife sensed my change. That night in bed, with my back to her,

she leaned against me, her warm body pressed against mine. "What's wrong? You don't look well," she

asked with concern.

"Nothing, probably just too tired," I lied, trying to cover it up. "Let me massage you." Before I could say

no, my wife's hands were already massaging my shoulders. Her full breasts pressed against my back, so soft. My

heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but think of her with our son that morning. I thought I would be angry, but

strangely, I felt a strange surge of desire. To be honest, it had been a long time since I'd made love with my wife. I tried

to stop myself from thinking about it, but the creaking of the bed that morning kept echoing in my ears. Suddenly, I

rolled over and landed on top of my wife. My erection was incredibly strong, which was quite rare.

My wife sensed it too. She wrapped her arms around my neck, coquettishly scolding, "No way, how come you're

so strong?" I didn't say anything, nor did I want to. I just felt a surge of pent-up frustration. I roughly

ripped open my wife's pajamas and underwear, spread her legs, and then thrust hard into her. "Ah,"

my wife moaned softly, "You jerk, slow down, why are you in such a hurry?" I panted heavily, ignoring her, just

thrusting relentlessly. My wife's vagina was still very dry, and it was difficult for me to penetrate, but hearing her moans

gave me a sense of vengeful pleasure. I thrust desperately, and soon I was inside her deepest part. Perhaps my wife

felt a little guilty towards me, because she quickly began to respond passionately, her waist twisting like a snake. Was she

like this with our son too? I was even more aroused, gritting my teeth and thrusting hard, each time reaching her core.

Soon my wife began to moan, and her vagina secreted a lot of fluid. It felt so good; I

hadn't felt this way in a long time. I thrust vigorously, making the bed creak. After dozens of thrusts, before I

even intended to ejaculate, the pleasure washed over me, and I couldn't help but release the semen I'd accumulated for over two months

. My wife clung tightly to me, savoring this last bit of pleasure.

I collapsed onto my wife's body, panting heavily. She gently stroked my back and said, "Tell me honestly,

what triggered you today? Why are you suddenly so intense?" I let out a long breath: "Nothing

, it's been a while. If I didn't come soon, my wife might run off with someone else." "You, if you're tired

, don't be so reckless. What nonsense are you talking about?" she scolded playfully.

"It seems like we haven't done this in a long time, haven't we? Do you ever crave it?" I joked. "Come on, you old rascal..." "It seems like we haven't done this in a long time, haven't we? Do you ever crave it?" I joked. "Come on, you old rascal...""It seems like we haven't done this in a long time, haven't we? Do you ever crave it?" I joked. "Come on, you old rascal..."

" Well, I thought, so what? We already have a child, what's there to think about

? We're an old married couple, are you having an affair? Trying to pressure me with these words." My wife laughed as she spoke.

"Do you think I have a problem?" I forced a smile and asked her back.

"You're disgusted with us, mother and son." My wife pouted.

"Okay, go to sleep," I said, speechless. To be honest, I hadn't figured out what to do yet

. After venting, I felt much calmer and fell asleep.

The next day, I felt completely drained. I decided not to go to work. To be honest,

I didn't want to give them, mother and son, any opportunities. I lay in bed watching them brush their teeth, wash their faces, and eat breakfast. My son's

face was full of disappointment. He only left the house after my wife nudged him. After he left, my wife asked if I wanted

to see a doctor. I said I didn't want to. My wife looked at me and seemed fine. She took my temperature,

which was normal. So she was relieved.

"Serves you right for being so vigorous last night!" My wife tapped my forehead and said, "You're not getting any younger, be more careful,

why are you trying to be so reckless?" My heart skipped a beat. Yes, I'm almost fifty, while my wife is in her prime.

Although I'm wealthy, some things money can't buy. From this perspective, it's quite normal,

especially since she hasn't been messing around outside; that man is my own son. Their mother-son bond is understandable

. Oh God, why did I think of this? My mind is a jumbled mess, and my head feels heavy again.

Thinking about it, I drifted off to sleep again.

I stayed home for two days, perfectly calm. On the third day, I reluctantly

got up. I really didn't want to go to the company; I really wanted to stay home every day, not giving them a chance. But

things can't go on like this forever. Maybe one day something will change, maybe one day my son

will realize the consequences and stop on his own. Thinking this way, I felt much more at ease. Yes, he'll

leave this family someday. Family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. There's so much to do at the company. I pulled myself together and went to work

.

I went downstairs, but after only a few steps, I stopped. I suddenly wanted to go back and see what the mother and son were

doing . I really wanted to see, I really wanted to know, and I didn't even know why. A force

pulled me back. I made up my mind to look again, otherwise I'd feel uneasy.

I went upstairs, pretending I'd forgotten something. After entering the house, when my son went into the bathroom, I

pretended to leave, slamming the door shut like last time, and quietly slipped back under my bed.

A little while later, my son came out of the bathroom. He didn't go back to the living room, but went straight into the kitchen.

Soon, I heard laughter

from the kitchen. I figured it was my son groping his mother's thigh again. After a while, they came out of the kitchen. I saw their four legs very close together as they walked to the

sofa, and then they both fell down. My wife's face was facing my bedroom. I was startled,

but thankfully the bedspread was low, and it was dark under the bed. I thought she wouldn't see me, so I boldly continued to look out.

After a while, the wife pushed him away, saying, "Sweetie, eat breakfast first, take care of yourself." "

No!" the son clung to his mother, "Mom, give it to me, I've missed you so much. Dad's been home these past few days, and I

could hardly contain myself. This morning the school installed computers in the classrooms, so we had a day off. And since Dad's better

, I can stay home and spend time with you." "But you still have to eat breakfast first," the wife said, trying to sit up,

but her son pushed her back down onto the sofa. "Please, Mom, just this once!" he

pleaded , eagerly starting to unbutton his wife's pajamas. She tried to push him away a few times, but couldn't resist, so she gave in. She

tapped him on the forehead, scolding, "You... I don't know what I owed you in my past life, sigh."

Then she lay back down on the sofa. The son lifted his mother's pajamas, and just as I suspected, she

wasn't wearing anything underneath. Two smooth, snow-white thighs were suddenly revealed, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. It

was strange. My son quickly pulled down his shorts. The little guy had really grown up; although he was still

a bit pale, his legs had some muscle. I suddenly felt a little lost. Was this really my son?

How could such a tiny baby have grown so much in the blink of an eye?

My son lay on top of my wife, the two of them intertwined, their necks twisting and turning as they kissed. After a

while, my wife opened her legs, reached down to my son's groin, grasped his penis, and slowly guided it

between her legs. She patted my son's back and said softly, "Good boy, come on." My son lifted my wife's arms

and thrust hard. With a "whoosh," my son's penis slid in all the way. My son let out

a groan, and my wife let out a long sigh. In that instant, my own lower body also became hard. And

so, the son began his up-and-down movements, while his wife gently kissed his face and stroked his hair.

Good heavens, I witnessed something I hadn't wanted to see for days. My mind went blank, but

my body was pounding with excitement. The son thrust repeatedly into his wife, feeling her tightness, her contractions,

and her lubrication. He lowered his head, rubbing his face against his mother's chest, "Mom, you're so good, I've been waiting for so long

!" "Good son, be gentle, don't tire yourself out," his wife gently responded, accepting his thrusts.

She didn't show much excitement; she maintained her maternal reserve. I suddenly felt she was like a sponge

, silently absorbing her son's youthful restlessness.

A few minutes later, the son moved a few more times and lay stiffly on top of his mother. They both caught their breath for a while

; the wife wiped his sweat, and the son's hands lingered on his wife's chest for a while before he sat up.

My wife ran to the kitchen and brought out breakfast. The two of them sat down at the table, chatting and laughing as they ate. I didn't

know my son had the morning off. Now, I was stuck lying quietly under the bed. Luckily

, it was spacious enough. I turned to my side, letting out a slight sigh of relief. I felt completely exhausted, like I'd just finished making love.

I closed my eyes, listening to them talking at the table. Breakfast was quickly finished. I hoped they

'd go out so I could escape. Good heavens, even in my own home, I had to escape. This was so pathetic.

My wife was tidying the table, and my son went into the bathroom to take a shower. I saw an opportunity to slip away, but as soon as I peeked out,

the phone rang. I was so startled that I quickly retreated. My wife ran out. "Hello, it's me, Sister Mei.

Oh, today? Oh, yes, something came up at home. Yes, I can't come over to make the call.

Okay, okay, you can have Xiaofang cover for me for the day. I'm sorry, I'll definitely come tomorrow. Okay,

morning tea at Deyuelou is on me. I'll definitely be there tomorrow. Bye-bye." That was even better; they wouldn't play mahjong either.

As soon as the phone hung up, my son rushed out of the bathroom naked. "Mom, you're so great!" The little

guy kissed his wife on the cheek. "You, I'm only doing this for you. Go back and shower, you'll catch a cold." "

Mom's the best!" the son shouted as he ran back to the bathroom.

He finished showering quickly, and came out wearing only his underwear. His wife grabbed a large towel and

wrapped it around him. The son immediately started clinging to his mother, becoming restless. His wife gently pulled away, saying, "Silly boy,

you're making me breathless. Stop it, let Mom shower first, okay? You can do it later." The son then

let go his wife, and she went into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled the air. The son paced

back and forth in the living room, seemingly impatient. The sound of the water in the bathroom grew louder and louder. Finally, the son couldn't resist any longer, took off his towel,

and ran to the bathroom.

After a while, his wife's voice was heard: "Oh, son, what are you doing in here? Quick, get out!"

"Okay, Mom, let me shower with you," the son said.

"No... Oh, don't do that... Okay, okay, stop touching me like that, I'm fed up with you, alright,

let's shower together." After that, all I could hear was the laughter of the mother and son in the bathroom. I

listened intently, completely forgetting to slip away. When I finally realized what was happening, I saw them already

wrapped in towels as they came out. Their legs were touching, and they walked towards our bedroom. I figured they

must have been hugging very tightly.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, my son impatiently pushed my wife onto the bed. There was a loud thud, and

my wife landed on the bed above my head. Damn it, this kid, he's not even gentle with his own mother, so eager!

Then I heard my son also pounce on the bed, and I heard a creaking sound above my head. At that moment, I adjusted

my neck and inadvertently noticed that the large dressing mirror opposite me reflected their embracing

bodies. The mirror was directly facing the bed! I looked carefully. It was dark under the bed, and it would be difficult to notice

someone in the mirror, especially since they were so engrossed in their activities; they wouldn't expect someone to be under the bed. So I felt a little

relieved. Fine, I'll see what they usually do!

And there on my big bed, my son and wife were kissing tightly. They were lying flat on their backs, embracing each other,

their legs crossed. My son's hand, through the towel covering my wife, was constantly kneading her breasts. After a long while, they

finally separated. The wife brushed her disheveled hair aside and tapped her son's forehead: "You little rascal, you've already

done it once, and you want to do it again?" The son immediately hugged his wife again: "You have no idea how happy I am

! Today I can finally stay home and spend time with Mom." "Pah!" the wife scoffed, "Who knows

who's spending time with whom!" She gently pulled away: "Silly boy, you're making it hard for me to breathe."

The son, however, hugged her even tighter, his right hand groping her chest. His wife's breathing grew heavier. He

placed his hand on her towel and said, "Mom, I finally have a day off today. I want to look at you

properly . My beautiful mother." The wife looked at her son's flushed face and said softly, "Okay,

Mom will do as you say this morning." Encouraged, the son immediately pulled off his mother's towel. She

wasn't wearing anything underneath! Her beautiful body was suddenly revealed to my son, and my breath

caught in my throat. To be honest, it had been a long time since I'd seen my wife's body so fully

. We usually made love in bed, and I'd neglected this. I never imagined that after more than ten years of marriage, my wife's

body would still be so well-maintained! Her breasts were still firm, and although her lower abdomen had become a little fuller, it only made

her look more mature and voluptuous. Her legs were white and long, and her snow-white skin was almost flawless. At that moment, I

really wanted to reach out and touch her—she was my wife! But now I could only lie on the floor,

watching my son's hands roam over my wife's body.

My son knelt down beside my wife's feet, bent over, and stroked her soft ankles with his hands, kissing

her calves with his lips. My wife's two beautiful feet were shyly hooked together, her two white and slender legs completely exposed to

my son's eyes. She looked at my son shyly, letting him slowly kiss her legs. The son kept

kissing upwards, and soon he reached his wife's inner thighs. His wife instinctively clamped her legs together, shyly

turning her head away. "Mom," the son called softly, trying to pry her legs apart with both hands.

She resisted slightly, then let him open them.

At that moment, I heard the son take a deep breath. This kid must be staring intently at his mother's private parts!

The son stood there stunned for a moment. His wife looked up, scolding, "What are you looking at? What's so interesting?"

She straightened up, clamped her legs together, and pulled the son into her arms, preventing him from looking any further.

At that moment, her white breasts were exposed to the son. The son immediately hugged his wife tightly

, reaching forward to cup her two protruding breasts. Instantly, a warm, soft sensation filled

his hands. The son lovingly caressed his wife's two warm, dovetail-like breasts. He pushed

her down onto the bed again, lowered his head, and took one of her rosy nipples into his mouth. His wife moaned

, "Don't be so rough, baby." She said, pressing her son's head down. The son lay on

top of his wife, greedily suckling at one of her breasts, just like when he was a baby. His hand was also

kneading the other. His wife looked at him tenderly, her eyes filled with maternal love. I think she must have been thinking

of breastfeeding him as a child. She gently stroked his hair, letting him kiss her

full breasts freely.

The son's hand moved to his wife's thigh: "Mom, I never imagined you were so tender, so soft." His wife...

She scolded playfully, "You naughty boy, how do you know this is tender? Who have you touched?" "I only touch my beautiful mother

," the boy replied sweetly.

His wife spread her legs wider and reached out to untie the towel from her son's body. The boy had inherited

my physique; he was quite sturdy.

He slipped his hand between his wife's legs, stroking a patch of soft hair. His wife stopped him,

"Good boy, don't touch there, okay?" He raised his hand, and I could see something shiny on it

. His wife's lower body was still wet! It must have been from what happened on the sofa earlier! He

glanced mischievously at his wife, who blushed even more. "It's all because of what you did earlier." She pulled him

onto her, her flawless body intertwining with his.

He climbed on top of her and inserted a finger into her vagina without any resistance. The son

leaned close to his wife's ear and whispered, "Mom, it's still quite wet inside." The wife raised her arm

to cover her eyes, "You little rascal, don't embarrass me, okay?" The sweet scent emanating from her mouth enveloped her son

.

"My dear mother!" the son exclaimed excitedly, pressing his hand against his wife. Their lips immediately met, and the son

instantly sucked on his mother's soft, moist tongue, kissing her passionately. Despite being only fifteen, his kissing

technique was quite skillful. Good lad, I wonder who he learned it from. Did he learn it all from his wife? The wife

wrapped her arms around her son's neck, passionately returning his kiss, sucking on his tongue. The mother and son

kissed passionately on the bed, greedily enjoying each other's body heat, their breathing growing heavier.

After a long while, the son released his mother's lips and kissed her lower. The wife closed her eyes, tilted her chin up, and

quietly enjoyed her son's passionate kiss. Seeing her enjoying it so much, my heart ached. Had I not been affectionate enough towards her? Or

perhaps I had overlooked her feelings. As a woman, a

mature woman, what was she thinking? I was lost in thought. Just then, my wife let out a soft moan

, snapping me out of my reverie. I looked in the mirror and saw that my son had kissed my wife's genitals.

Good heavens! I've never kissed there before!

My son was gently sucking on my wife's thick pubic hair with his tongue, not putting it inside her vagina, and perhaps

he didn't know how. My wife let out a heavy breath, bent her legs, and tucked my son's head

between . After playing with his mother's pubic hair for a while, he moved down, kissing my wife's legs. His buttocks

were facing the mirror, and I could clearly see that a lot of dark hair had grown between his legs. Sigh, my

son has grown up; his penis is already bulging with veins. The little guy's thing is quite big, though

I think it's not as big as mine.

At this moment, the wife reached out her slender hand and grasped her son's penis, kneading it. "Ah, Mom!" the son

couldn't help but cry out. He immediately pounced on her, pressing down on her body, and the mother and

son embraced again. The son murmured, "Mom, I...I want to go in, okay?" The wife blushed and nodded,

opening her legs and grasping her son's engorged penis with both hands, slowly guiding it to her private parts. The son

lifted his wife's arms and whispered, "Mom, I'm coming!" With that, he thrust hard, and with

a "plop," his penis slid in all the way. The son let out a groan, and the wife exhaled a long

breath , her legs instinctively clamping around her son's penis. They remained still for a moment, the wife

gently kissing her son's face, the son quietly inside his wife, savoring the taste of her vaginal embrace

. The son looked up and said, "Mom, today felt like a dream. I can really enjoy you.

" His wife cupped his face in her hands and said softly, "My dear child, today is my safe period. You don't need

to use a condom. Do whatever you want. But don't overdo it, be gentle." "Great, Mom...

" the son cried, and began thrusting wildly. I knew that although my wife had given birth, her vagina

was still very tight; the inner muscles must have been gripping his penis tightly. He pulled out, then slid back in,

pumping wildly. My wife matched his movements with the same rhythm, arching her

back to meet his thrusts each time. Each time, his penis went all the way in, and my wife's

breathing became increasingly rapid. His penis was quickly soaked with her love juice. "Son, don't rush, slow down, slow down..." my wife said tenderly

, responding to her son's movements . But the son didn't stop; instead, he thrust even more vigorously, making my bed creak and groan. After about a dozen thrusts, he finally stopped, lying on top of my wife, panting heavily. The wife gently brushed the hair from her son's forehead and said softly, "Son, lie down, let Mom do it, okay?" The son nodded and lay down as instructed. The wife sat up and sat naked on her son's lap. The son's penis was erect. The wife grasped it and slowly sat down. The son grabbed her waist, and the wife began to move, her vagina gripping the son's penis, rubbing it up and down. "Oh, Mom, it feels so good, so good," the son couldn't help but cry out. The wife smiled shyly, her eyes gazing lustfully at her son, and she moved even more vigorously. Her hands supported her son's chest, her large buttocks swaying wildly. Her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders and breasts, giving her a wild look. My lower body also became hard. Who would have thought that I was lying under the bed watching my wife make love, and that the other person wasn't me? My wife's movements gradually quickened, her face flushed, her teeth clenched, and her breasts undulated like waves. Her dark red nipples bounced up and down, incredibly alluring! I couldn't see my son's expression, but his breathing was heavy, and he kept calling out, "Mommy, Mommy! " He even kept thrusting his hips to match his wife's movements. Perhaps he had already ejaculated once, because this time he held on for an exceptionally long time; despite his wife's vigorous movements, he showed no signs of climaxing.

Soon, the wife also grew tired. Panting, she lay on top of her son. Both mother and son were drenched in sweat,

embracing each other. The wife said, "Son, if you can't take it anymore, just ejaculate. You don't have to hold on for so long. Take care of yourself

." "No," the son pouted, "Mom, I want to enjoy your body properly. I can do it." "

You, really," the wife tapped her son's head, then reached for the pillowcase beside her and

wiped the sweat from his forehead. The son looked at his mother's beautiful face and couldn't help but feel aroused again. "Mom, again!

" he said, sitting up and hugging his wife's body. The two rolled onto the bed, then the son was on

top of his wife, and they began to thrust wildly again. In the throes of passion, the boy even lifted his wife's legs and

hoisted them onto his shoulders, letting his mother's vagina grip his penis tightly. He thrust wildly,

making his wife moan uncontrollably.

"Mom, you're so good! Mom," the son cried out as he thrust forcefully. His wife,

already completely lost in the moment, cried out, "Good son, harder... ah, good... ah... good...

" She too cried out passionately, her hands gripping his back, her nails almost

digging into him. Her hips arched high, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. The bed creaked even

louder. I lay on the floor, barely able to contain myself.

"Mom, I'm coming!" the son suddenly shouted, his movements becoming even more violent. In the mirror,

their figures looked as if they were being tossed about by the waves. The son thrust wildly a dozen times, then suddenly arched his back,

crying out in pain, "Ah... ah..." All his pent-up desire was released into his mother's body. The wife

's eyes were hazy, her neck glistening with sweat, her breasts full and erect, her pubic hair and thighs

damp. She could no longer suppress herself, involuntarily letting out soft moans and gasps, her legs tightly wrapped around her son's

body, savoring this last moment of fullness.

The son remained erect for a few seconds, then collapsed onto his wife. She held him close, her

flushed face filled with happiness and the tenderness of maternal love.

The bedroom gradually quieted down as mother and son recovered from their climax. The son lingered, caressing

his mother's soft breasts, while his wife gently wiped the sweat from his body. Holding his wife

's fragrant body, the son said, "Mom, were you alright?" My wife scolded, "You're so vigorous, aren't I good enough?

Don't be so forceful in the future, take care of your health. You're still young, you know? Sigh, you..." "Mom..." my son

said coquettishly, "But I really love you." "Alright, I know, but I am your mother after all.

I don't know if your father will forgive me for doing this." When my wife spoke of me, a trace of

guilt flashed in her eyes. She sighed softly, then looked at her son and said, "Mom sincerely hopes to help

you, son. You must study hard in the future, you know? Don't let your mother down. If

you still can't understand my original intention, then all my efforts have been in vain." "Mom, I will definitely

listen to you. I will always be a good child." My son saw that his mother's expression was not right and immediately came to comfort her

.

"Alright, that's enough." My wife got off the bed, her snow-white legs standing in front of me. I was so nervous that I

didn't dare to breathe. "Son, Mom is going to the market. You rest at home for a while." (3)

"No, I'm not tired, Mom. I'll go with you." The son jumped off the bed. "I'm in

great ." "Good boy, you should rest. You've come twice this morning." The wife felt sorry for her son and

didn't want him to go.

"No, Mom, I'll go with you. I can't sleep when you're not home. I want to be with you." The son

said coquettishly.

"I really can't do anything with you. My little darling." The wife patted the son's bottom. "Okay, go and

put on your clothes!" "Mom, you have to put on your clothes too." The little guy also patted his mother's bottom

.

"Go away." The wife spat at him. She put on a bath towel and went to the bathroom. Then I heard my son putting

on his clothes above me. I breathed a sigh of relief. My whole body felt like it was about to fall apart. I closed my eyes and put my head on

the floor. I stayed quietly. I felt like I had aged a lot, and suddenly all the strength in my body was

gone. I didn't think about work, or anything else; I just stayed there. Then, with a "bang" at the door,

the mother and son left the house.

I finally crawled out from under the bed. It felt like seeing the light of day again, a sense of disorientation. I didn't

know where I was. Completely lost, I looked at my bed. Yes, it was my bed. I had

slept on it last night, with my wife. It was messy now, with a few strands of hair, long and short. Without

thinking, I lay down on it. A faint scent of perfume lingered; I knew it was from my wife. I tried to stop

thinking about it, but the image from earlier kept resurfacing: my wife's body, my son's penis, their heavy breathing

—it all kept echoing in my mind. I took out a 555 cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled.

The gray smoke swirled in my eyes, and my mind cleared considerably. Yes,

I should deal with this rationally; after all, they are my closest family members. What else could I do? It's better to keep it small than big

. This is just a family matter; it's easy to resolve no matter what. Yes, I should find an opportunity to talk to my wife. I

can't keep dragging this on; it'll only make me restless and unable to live peacefully. Things always have a

way of resolving themselves.

I let out a long sigh and went to work.

That evening, when I returned home, my wife and son were already there. My wife had even bought me a new

tie. "Dad's very tired right now; we need to make it up to him," she teased my son. I gave a bitter

smile, unsure what to say. Seeing the mother and son together made me feel awkward, even though I

'm the head of the household. At the dinner table, I ate in silence. My wife sensed this and asked me with concern, but I just

said I was too busy with work. Seeing I was preoccupied, she didn't press further. My son, on the other hand, seemed quite energetic, probably having

had a good time this morning. He was chatting and laughing, but I felt a deep unease.

As I lay in bed, I hesitated several times. Each time the words reached my lips, I thought of my son's adorable smiling

face and everything about my wife, and I swallowed them back. I just couldn't bring myself to say it. What would happen if I spoke out?

Would I lose them both? My daughter wasn't even here with me. I'm fifty years old;

what am I still striving for? The usually shrewd and decisive person I am in business became indecisive. I tossed and turned,

unable to sleep.

I spent many days in this state of constant hesitation. During those days, I dared not peek under the bed anymore

, even though I knew they would definitely do that again. I simply didn't have the courage to watch. I was afraid. I tried my best not to think about it. I even found that I couldn't get an erection

when I was in front of my wife's hot body at night ! Oh God, am I really finished? But then the opportunity came. My son finished his exams and went on summer vacation. The school decided to send the children to a rural area in the suburbs for three days to experience rural life. I knew this was an opportunity; I could be alone with my wife and ask her directly. I couldn't let this chance slip away. That day, my wife packed our son's bag, and the two of them boarded the school bus. Many parents personally escorted their children to the countryside to ensure they were settled in, and the school tacitly allowed it. I borrowed a colleague's car and secretly followed them. After more than an hour's drive, we arrived at a rural village in the suburbs. The children happily followed their teachers and parents into the village to their designated farmhouses. I quietly watched from the sidelines as my son was led by the teacher to a mud house, and my wife followed. I heard her constantly giving instructions inside. Soon , while the other children were still nervously settling in, my wife and son came out. Watching them walk towards the back of the village, I was shocked and followed them. The mother and son followed the path to the edge of the village. Beside the farmland was a small hill covered with pine trees. The son pulled his mother up the hill, and the wife hesitated for a moment before following. I could only follow at a distance. It was the height of summer. The son climbed halfway up the hill, where there was a small patch of grass. He got hot and sat down on the grass, his back bare. His wife held an umbrella in one hand and a handkerchief in the other, wiping his sweat and smiling at him. The son turned to look at his mother, then suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms . They sat down, immediately hidden by the tall grass. I hadn't expected the woods to be so difficult to traverse; there was no path, and the vines were dense. A slight misstep could snag your foot, making a rustling sound. I had to carefully make my way to a place where I could see them. There was a large tree in front of me that could block my view, so I crouched behind it and peered through the gaps in the rocks and grass. The son hugged his wife's waist, their faces almost touching, seemingly unfazed by the heat. Suddenly, he glanced back for a moment, and I remained motionless, oblivious to his surroundings. Then he turned back to his wife, pouting , "Mom, I won't see you for days." His wife wiped his sweat, saying, "Okay, sweetie, you have to listen to your teacher here, don't fight with the kids from the countryside, okay? Don't eat just anything, the food here isn't very clean. Don't run around playing outside, stay with other people, okay…" "Okay," the son interrupted impatiently, "Mom, there's no one here, can I have just one more time? Otherwise, I won't see you for days. I'm going to suffocate." "Always thinking nonsense, it's broad daylight. No, let's go back, Mom has to go." His wife stood up, but the son wouldn't have it; he stood up too, grabbing her hand tightly, refusing to let her leave. "Mom, just a moment , I really want to. If you didn't agree, why did you come out when I called you?" the son said, chuckling. "You, I don't know what I owe you, you've got me cornered," the wife tapped her son on the head . The son immediately hugged her, but she was still a little worried, so she looked around to make sure no one was around for miles before turning back. Then she put away the umbrella to avoid attracting attention . "Oh, son, don't do that." The son eagerly reached for his mother's chest. The wife tried to push her son 's hand away, but his restless hands had already slipped under her shirt and grabbed her breasts, causing the umbrella to fall to the ground. "Okay, son, you... you need to hurry, okay? We have to get back. And someone might come, you know? Hurry up." "Mmm..." the son mumbled , his hands already unbuttoning his mother's blouse, then pulling off her bra. "Don't open this ..." the wife tried to cover her breasts, but the son kissed them first, biting one nipple. " Ah..." the wife moaned softly, then tilted her head back, grabbing her son's hair and letting him suckle her breasts. The son's head bobbed, sometimes gently, sometimes violently. I saw that the bra straps on the wife's arms had fallen to her elbows, and the entire blouse was almost falling down. After a while, the son finally lifted his head from his mother's chest . I noticed that his crotch was bulging high. The wife cupped her son's face, which was as red as an apple. The wife, also panting, whispered , "Son, hurry up, okay?" "Mmm," the son replied, then pushed his mother back slightly, her back against a large tree behind them. The son lifted his mother's skirt up to her waist, revealing her two snow-white thighs. She seemed a little uncomfortable and nervously glanced around. The son didn't care; he squatted down and pulled his wife's underwear down to her ankles. His wife lifted her leg, allowing him to pull down her underwear. Then the son straightened up, pulled his own trousers down to his ankles, and used his right hand to lift his mother's left leg, hooking it around his waist. His wife's vulva opened instantly. Then, the son pulled out his penis with his left hand and pressed it between his wife's legs. I heard him let out a low growl and thrust his hips. His wife shuddered, her legs stiffening. The son continued thrusting ...After a few moments, the wife cried out "Ah!" and hugged her son's head tightly with both hands. "Mom, your breasts are so tight," the son whispered.

"You're bad!" The wife leaned against the tree, turning her head to the side so her son couldn't see her, but she still thrust her lower body

forward as much as possible. The son lifted his mother's legs, and standing there, he began to move rapidly. The wife's

legs moved occasionally, and all around were the noisy cicadas and chirping birds. A gentle breeze blew, rustling the pines,

but it only made the silence seem more profound. The son's rapid thrusting sounds were exceptionally clear. "Smack, smack, smack... "

The son kept pushing his mother against the tree behind her, while the mother kept bouncing back from the trunk. The two of

them were like this, leaning against the tree, working hard.

"Mom!" the son suddenly groaned, pressing his body against his mother. The wife, as if electrocuted, pounced on her son,

hooking her arms around his neck and kissing him. Her legs were wide open, and her whole body leaned forward. I clearly

saw, under the sunlight, a transparent, shimmering thread stretched from my wife's vulva all the way to the tip of a blade of grass,

like a spider web. Then my son stirred a few times, then suddenly collapsed onto his mother. He stopped moving. My wife

hugged him tightly.

This position lasted for a while, then my son sighed, lowered my wife's legs, and turned around.

His limp penis rested on the edge of his underwear. My wife caught her breath for a moment, then bent down and put her underwear on.

As soon as her skirt fell down, she straightened her bra, adjusted her shirt, and brushed the dirt off her clothes, immediately returning to normal, except

her hair was still a little messy.

Soon after, my wife picked up the umbrella from the ground, and mother and son walked away hand in hand.

I hurriedly followed them down the mountain. When they returned to the village, I slipped into the car and drove off first.

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