A real man(1-5)

I. A Wife and Children's Adultery

: The world's glamour and splendor ultimately amount to nothing more than wishful thinking.

Sometimes, living is just a joke, sometimes it's about staging a tragicomedy.

I am Zhang Huicheng, a man in his early forties, the prime of my career. I've worked hard, step by step, forgetting how much hardship I've endured, but now it's all worth it. I'm a department head in a state-owned enterprise, earning six or seven hundred thousand yuan a year. My wife can now stay home like a traditional housewife, managing household chores, going shopping, and playing mahjong with her friends. Chen Danxia, thirty-nine years old, has been pampered and cherished by me since our marriage. When we first got married, I let her work, but after she gave birth at twenty-four, I stopped her. Yes, seeing her writhing in pain in the delivery room, I vowed to treat her well and never let her suffer again. I spoil her, and I also spoil our son, Zhang Tianqing.

Tianqing (meaning "sunny day") – we chose this name because when our son was born, the continuous rainy weather suddenly cleared up. We named him to commemorate that day and also to hope that our family's future will be filled with sunshine. After our son's birth, everything went smoothly. My career progressed, and our family's circumstances improved. Our son is very handsome, obedient, and academically gifted. He just started high school this year and got into a top high school in the city, so he's boarding there, coming home for a day and a half each week.

Yes, I consider myself a lucky man, and you could say I've achieved some small success in life.

Today is Friday, tomorrow is the weekend, and my son is coming home this afternoon. His school lets out after two classes on Friday afternoons. I drove home, arriving at 5:20. I finished work at 5:00, and it's only a ten-minute drive to home, but the road conditions were so-so today, not very smooth. I slowly walked upstairs. Fridays are always the happiest time of the week because my son is home. At this age, all the hard work and struggle is for this precious son. Thinking about my life, although it's a bit monotonous, there's always something to enjoy.

I opened the door, and there were my son's shoes in the entryway. He's home early as always.

"Tianqing's back!" I greeted him happily.

"Yeah, I'm home," came the voice from his room.

"Yes, our son just arrived too." It was my wife's voice, coming from our son's room.

Excitedly, I went to his room, pushed open the half-closed door, and saw him taking out his books, homework, and a rather difficult-to-wash jacket from his bag. My wife was taking clothes out of the wardrobe by the bed, the open door blocking her view.

"It's getting cold. Son, remember to bring these thermal underwear this time. Your health is the most important thing at school; don't catch a cold." "Okay, Mom, don't worry, I'll be careful." Mother and son exchanged these words.

After a long day, I wanted to take a shower before eating.

"Son, are you hungry? Dad will take a shower first, then we'll eat,"

I said with a smile, then turned and went back to my room to get a change of clothes to prepare for a shower.

"You little rascal..." I could faintly hear my wife talking as soon as I left my son's room.

Heh, she really

loves to nag. I grabbed a change of clothes, went to the bathroom, closed the door, took off my sweat-smelling clothes, and started showering. The warm water washed away all my fatigue. My emotions calmed down. Thinking of my son, my wife, and our good life now, I couldn't help but feel happy. "Huh, why did my wife take out the clothes today? Shouldn't she have put them in his bag the day he left? And when he took things out of his bag with his back to me, he sounded a little breathless."

Years of hard work have made me very perceptive. My ability to make connections and associations is probably one of the little skills that has helped me climb the ranks these past few years. An ominous feeling of taboo and immorality arose in my heart.

"Why am I thinking like this?" I kept telling myself.

Yes, how could this happen? Although I occasionally indulge in erotic fantasies, those incestuous stories are just for show; they don't really fit into reality. But a feeling of fear and tension made me want to go back to my son's room to check on him, and I hesitated.

"You little rascal..." A phrase suddenly popped into my head, and I made up my mind.

I left the shower running, creating a watery mess, and dried myself off a few times, put on my underwear, but didn't put on slippers so that I could make only a very quiet noise.

I gently slid open the bathroom door and tiptoed into my son's room. The door was ajar, just a ten-centimeter gap. "Hmm, this way I can hear if there's water in the bathroom without making a lot of noise in the room," I unconsciously assessed in my mind. I

slowly approached.

"Hmm...hmm...hmm...hurry, hmm...hurry, it won't be good if your dad finishes showering. Hmm...hmm..." It was my wife's voice, suppressed moans.

"Oh...oh...hmm...almost there, oh...Dad's still showering, the door's ajar, hmm...hmm...I can...I can hear if he's finished showering...hmm, hmm..." My son's voice was filled with an indescribable sense of comfort.

Clearly, the ominous premonition in my heart had become reality. In that instant, I didn't know what was wrong with me, what to do. Should I rush in to catch them in the act? This is my life, the path I've built step by step. If I went in now, my purpose in life, my happiness, my struggles, would all be gone. And what could I possibly do if I went in? Kill them? Whether it was a frenzy or a strange kind of calm, I suddenly had the urge to understand this mother and son deeply. God, my son and my wife.

"Mmm, Mom, that feels good. Mmm." "

Mmm...mmm...you little rascal...mmm..."

For some reason, I didn't dare to lean in, only listening to the sounds and imagining the scene inside.

"Oh...oh...oh."

"Mmm...mmm..." My wife and son kept their voices very low.

"Mmm...mmmmm..."

"Mmm...mmm...Mom, I'm coming, mmm..."

The moans brought me back to reality. With the rapid "slap slap slap slap" of penetration, I knew my son had ejaculated.

"You came in five or six minutes, you must have been holding it in at school."

"Yeah, I felt so uncomfortable last night."

"You...you..."

Without listening to their conversation, I quickly returned to the bathroom, took off my underwear, and rinsed off. The earlier scene had left me drenched in sweat. I deliberately slammed the bathroom door open, put on my slippers, and deliberately went into my son's room as I passed by.

"Son, dinner's ready!" I called out as I entered the room.

"Mmm," my son replied.

My wife was no longer in the room; my son was sitting in front of the computer, browsing Renren.com.

The window in the room was open, but the faint smell of lovemaking fluid lingered in the air.

As I left the room, my wife called from the kitchen, "Come and eat, everyone!"

I went back to my room, put on my shirt and trousers, and went to the dining room. The food was plentiful. My wife and son sat on either side, leaving the head seat in the middle empty for me. After I sat down, we officially began to eat.

At the table, my son kept telling us about what was happening at school. After all, it was only the first semester of his first year of high school, and there were many things he had never experienced before. So every week when he came home, he would tell us about his new and interesting experiences.

After dinner, my son went online in his room, I checked the news in my room, and my wife watched a TV series in the living room.

I've been witnessing my wife's incestuous relationship for two or three hours now, and my mind has calmed down. My thoughts are still racing with all sorts of things.

"When did this mother and son get involved?" "Should I confront them in front of them, or just tell my wife and let her handle it herself? Or should I continue to observe how things develop?" "Am I not good enough for my wife?"

Even faced with something so unbearable for most people, I didn't explode. Haha, everyone can play the role of a good husband, a good father. But beneath that facade, everyone is different. Everyone has their own unique side, whether sacred or dark. Haha, son, wife. I decided to start living my life properly. Indeed, everyone in life can betray you. The rewards of what you give are always so unexpected.

That night, lying in bed with my wife, looking at her body... Although my wife is thirty-nine, she eats very healthily and loves to move around, so she has a slim and petite figure. She doesn't have a perky butt or large breasts, but her small body makes her look only about thirty-five. Heh, did my son make you feel good? I'll make you feel even better.

Thinking this, I pressed myself against my wife.

"You rascal, you want it."

"Yeah, can't I?"

"We're an old married couple, why two or three times a week?"

"Because you're tempting."

Without much foreplay, my seventeen-centimeter penis slid in, completely inside. Without using any techniques, confident in my stamina, I used the speed of a 100-meter dash and the endurance of a marathon to bring my wife to ecstasy for forty minutes. As I ejaculated, I lay on my side next to my wife, who had already orgasmed three times.
II. A Midnight Affair:
Lying beside my wife, watching her satisfied expression, I couldn't help but wonder, "Is my son better than me?"

My wife's petite body was curled up, breathing softly. "You rascal, still so amazing."

"Still so amazing? If you're so amazing, why are you doing it with our son?" Although I asked myself this, I didn't say it aloud.

"Our son ejaculated in less than a minute while I was showering, he's probably not satisfied yet, right? Is he eavesdropping in the next room?" My mind wandered, and my lower body began to react again, so I pressed myself against my wife…

The next morning, it was past nine, and my son still hadn't woken up.

The day's plan starts in the morning; one should think and plan for life in the morning. Yes, that's right. What should I do next? Overnight, my relationship with my wife and son felt different. Honestly, people are easily changed, especially after a setback.

Why do people strive to earn money to provide a good life for their families? Isn't it just to satisfy their own male chauvinism? Ultimately, people are still acting in their own self-interest. Family ties and love are all fleeting compared to sex. Yes, I should live my life for myself.

My career is still my own, and the good life they enjoy is thanks to me. I can still be a successful person without them, but without me, they'd practically be homeless. Thinking this, my twisted mind started treating them like actors in my own drama, but I'm definitely the lead actor, and of course, I'm still the investor.

"Dad, good morning."

"Hmm, good morning." My

son got up; he didn't seem to sleep well last night. Seeing my son like this, I felt none of my usual worry, but rather a strange sense of joy. But I'm the lead actor, I'm going to be the Best Actor!

"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?" I asked, patting his head with concern.

"No, I'm just a little tired usually, so I slept too well on the weekend and overslept a bit," my son said lazily, but I caught a glimpse of tension in his eyes.

Heh heh, he must have heard too much last night and was too excited to sleep.

During lunch, my son would occasionally give his mom a few longing looks, very subtle, but how could they escape my sharp eyes? What I want to do right now is cause them trouble. Seeing my son burning with desire but unable to find satisfaction gives me a strange, indescribable sense of satisfaction.

"Mom, take me to the shopping center in the city this afternoon to buy a pair of shoes. The heels of my sneakers are a bit worn out."

"Okay, sure. I'll take you after lunch."

"Okay, Mom's so kind."

Hehe, I feel like I'm even more insightful than Zhuge Liang, able to see through everything at a glance.

I chuckled. "What's wrong? Dad's not feeling well? Dad's going this afternoon too. Buy whatever you like, Dad'll pay for it."

"No, no, Dad's fine too, but Mom can come with me. Dad works so hard during the week, he needs to rest on weekends!"

Seeing my son's slightly anxious look, I felt a surge of joy.

"Dad wants to go out for a walk too, and spend some time with my precious son."

My resolute attitude left my son speechless, so after dinner, I drove my wife and son to the shopping mall. Along the way, my son and wife sat in the back seat, my wife close by, but her movements were still quite proper. I could even sense my son's desire to devour his petite and charming mother.

Wanting to eat but not being able to, that's the loneliest feeling~ I hummed a little tune in my mind.

I spent the entire afternoon with the mother and son. At one point, my son even asked my wife to take him to the restroom, which I readily agreed to. Little rascal, trying to have some passion in a public restroom? I was

particularly happy today and bought myself a lot of things. Although my son also bought quite a few and seemed very happy, my subtle displeasure couldn't escape my notice.

For dinner, I took my wife and son to a Western restaurant in the shopping mall. I ordered my favorite T-bone steak and rum, and I've forgotten what they ordered. It was a rather enjoyable meal. Okay, I admit my psychology is a bit twisted, but I'm happy with it.

Back home, after putting down my bags, I said, "I'm going to take a shower first, you guys can shower later."

I was tired after a long day, sweated a lot, and just wanted to relax with a shower.

But how could I forget about this mother and son? Seeing my son's slightly excited expression, I chuckled to myself. I

deliberately went into the bathroom without a change of underwear, turned on the water, and rinsed myself. So comfortable, so very comfortable. Water is truly a magical thing; it seems to really wash away fatigue.

About two minutes later, I opened the bathroom door and called out with a sly grin, "Honey, I forgot my underwear. Could you get it for me?"

"Okay, coming right up."

As I expected, the voice came from my son's room.

"Here you go." My wife handed me the underwear.

"Thank you, my dear wife," I said teasingly.

My wife smiled and turned away.

Fast! Very fast! I remembered a chapter in the first volume of the *Storm Riders* comic book series titled "Swords are fast, arrows are fast, but I'm faster." This is supposed to be Nie Feng's Wind God Leg technique, which is incredibly fast, but I feel like I'm moving very fast right now. As a forty-year-old man, I still have a strong passion for traditional martial arts. I only spent another minute showering. I forcefully pulled open the bathroom door, exuding the aura of a peerless hero descending—haha, I'm sure I've ruined my son's plans again.

My wife came out of my son's room. "Finished showering? I'm going to shower now."

I glanced at my wife; her clothes were intact, but the collar was a little wrinkled, and the overall look was slightly crooked. According to my analysis, she must have been about to do something but was interrupted. A sense of all-knowing pride welled up within me. I went back to my room, put on a polo shirt and casual trousers, and went to my son's room.

"Dad," my son greeted me, his tone a little unnatural. Hehe, of course.

"Okay." He sat down on his son's bed. "Son, study hard. If you need anything, just tell Dad, and Dad will buy it for you." I believe I looked very kind.

"I bought a lot of things today. I don't want anything else for now," my son said, feigning innocence.

Looking at his bed, I thought, "What kind of bed is this? It's the bed my wife and son made love to."

"Hmm, that's good," I said, pretending to check my pockets. "Oh, I'm out of cigarettes. Dad's going to buy a carton; we've run out." There's no supermarket in the neighborhood; it's a five or six-minute walk from there. It'll take twenty minutes to get there and back.

Hearing this, my son's expression showed surprise, but he still said with concern, "Dad, maybe you should smoke less."

"Okay,"

I replied, leaving the house. After a few steps, I turned back.

Opening the door, the first thing I saw was my son coming out of his room. He saw me and came back. His expression was extremely unnatural, which, in my view, contained fear, surprise, and disappointment.

"Dad, why are you back again?"

"Walking this far will make me sweat, and it's uncomfortable to sleep like this. I'll listen to you, stop twitching."

"Oh, okay."

The son pretended to walk to the living room, poured a glass of water, sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV.

A little while later, his wife came out, and the son hurriedly went into the bathroom.

"He probably wants to masturbate with his mother's underwear he just changed out of," I guessed confidently.

It was late at night, and I was very satisfied with my day's work, thinking about that unfilial son's uncontrollable sexual desire, and felt satisfied. What's wrong with me? Why do I have such twisted thoughts? But I feel like what I'm doing satisfies the deepest desires in my heart. Yes, all these years, I've always made sure to destroy anyone who openly or secretly opposes me. I'm a grown man; how could I not retaliate against such betrayal by my wife and children? I even planned to abandon them after my son finishes his college entrance exams, sending them plummeting into the abyss. This is an Oscar-worthy performance that even "Infernal Affairs" couldn't match. My sense of self-satisfaction is growing stronger.

My son is going back to school tomorrow, and thinking about how his desire is building up and he can't release it, I smiled—a sweet smile. Pshaw, sweet my foot! A grown man being sweet? Hehe.

Satisfied, I leaned onto my wife beside me.

"Didn't we just come yesterday? Why do you want it again today?"

"To strengthen our bond. Hehe."

"You're so naughty, you rascal."

I was probably a little tired today; I came in less than half an hour. Sweet, ugh, ugh, why is it sweet again? I must have drifted off to sleep comfortably.

I had a dream. I dreamt that I was like God, looking down upon the vast land, watching the heroic border guards, watching the working people sweating profusely, watching the rivers flow into the sea, watching all things grow. Of course, I also saw my beautiful wife and somewhat handsome son making love in an unknown hotel.

"Mmm, mmm, Mom~ So comfortable~ Are you comfortable~"

"Mmm, comfortable, mmm, oh, so comfortable."

The son's strong body kept thrusting, hoisting his mother's legs onto his shoulders.

The wife's not-so-full but very firm buttocks kept responding.

"Mom, so tight, so comfortable."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm." The wife didn't reply, just kept responding.

"Mom, is Dad's bigger or mine? Oh, oh~" The son asked, inserting the word twice.

"Your dad's bigger, but yours is more comfortable."

"Hmph, I'll fuck you, mmm, mmm~ mmm~ mmm~"

"Oh~ oh~ oh~"

As God in a dream, the wife's answer made me really want to praise her.

"Mmm." A groan full of reality pulled me back to reality.

What an eye-opener! It was still night, and the only light coming from the apartment building's security light was a faint glow.

"Are you kidding me? What will you do if your dad wakes up?" My wife's voice was barely audible.

"Mom, I can't take it anymore. Hmm~"

I felt the bed shake slightly.

Like a genius, I immediately understood what had happened. This bastard couldn't stand it in the middle of the night and came to our room to have sex with his mother. I was lying on my side, the blanket covering the lower half of my face, but I could still see what was happening around me.

The wife was not under the covers, but lying flat on her back, her hands supporting her son's shoulders, her legs spread in an M shape. She was still wearing her lace panties, but the crotch was pulled to one side, revealing a penis about 3 cm in diameter inserted inside. The son was not wearing underwear or a t-shirt, and was completely naked, pressing down on his wife, his hands supporting him on the bed, his lower body slowly making piston-like movements.

"Mmm..." The wife suppressed her moans very low. "Hurry up, or you'll be dead if your dad wakes up."

"Hoo~ Heh... hoo... heh... Mom, you're so good."

"You brat, where did you get the nerve? Aren't you afraid your dad will beat you to death?" "Afraid?

Of course I'm afraid, but suffocating is even worse."

"Mmm~ Mmm~"

"Oh~ Mmm~"

The extremely light moans of the man and woman continued for three or four minutes. Listening to these sounds, I felt a lot of bleeding from my lower body. My brain was constantly being bombarded by the stimulation. What a daring kid! He dares to do something so bold. It seems that abandoning you in the future was too lenient. It looks like I'll have to think of something else to torture you.

As she was thinking, she suddenly heard her son say, "Mom, we can't get out."

"What should we do?"

"Mom, let's get out of bed."

Saying this, her son pulled his wife off the bed and pointed to the low cabinet next to the bed, saying, "Mom, lie down here."

"Let's go to the toilet, it's safer there."

"No, I want to do it with you next to Dad, that way I can cum quickly."

"You, you, I don't know what you're thinking, ugh, you're really not afraid of death."

Despite saying that, his wife still lay down on the low cabinet, pulled her underwear down to her left ankle, lifted her buttocks, turned her head and said softly, "Come on, hurry up."

"Hmm." When her son came to his wife with his penis, he tsk tsk tsk, it was indeed not as big as mine, 3 cm in diameter, about 13 to 14 cm in length, still a bit different from mine.

The head of his penis rubbed against his wife's vaginal opening a few times before penetrating.

"Oh~" the son groaned with satisfaction.

"You're going to die, moan softly, don't wake your dad."

"Mmm~ mmm... mmm~ mmm~ I know," the son said in a low voice as he thrust in and out.

His wife's endurance was clearly much better, only occasionally letting out soft "uh~" sounds. Of course, if it were my big cock, I believe his wife wouldn't be able to hold back even if she wanted to.

The tranquility of the room made the sounds of flesh colliding "slap slap slap slap" all the more pronounced.

Sure enough, this scene was quite stimulating. After two minutes on the low cabinet, the son started to speed up, "Oh, oh oh~ I can't take it anymore, I'm coming."

After a dozen or so thrusts, the son lay on his wife's back.

"Alright, you little rascal?" the wife said, patting her son's back.

"Mmm, that feels so good, Mom."

"Honestly, go to sleep early."

"Okay."

The wife and son went out together, and after a while, the sound of water came from the bathroom. The wife was probably washing her private parts.

Half a minute later, my wife returned and lay down beside my still-burning body, falling asleep.

Tonight, I'm sleepless…
Part Three: Wife's Farewell
※ A loving mother's lament, a traveler's body pressed against her. A secret tryst before departure, fearing the fire won't extinguish. ※

Last night, I was sleepless; the sight of my wife and son having sex beside me made me feel as if I had lost myself. I believe I was angry, but when I squinted at this lustful mother and son making love beside the low cabinet, I definitely got hard, even imagining myself as the son, fucking my wife, my own mother, beside my sleeping father (of course, I was awake at the time). I even thought that I, who could usually last half an hour, couldn't last even ten minutes under such stimulating circumstances.

It's seven in the morning now; my wife slept soundly last night. He seemed exhausted, didn't he? Having an affair like this must be physically and mentally draining. He gently caressed his wife's body, her breasts small but firm. He lightly rubbed her nipple.

"Mmm~ You rascal~ You're up so early in the morning~ No~ I'm a little tired~" his wife said coquettishly.

"Tired? How could I not be tired? Having an affair with our son in the middle of the night, who wouldn't be tired?" Thinking this, he pressed his body against his wife, unbuttoned her pajamas, gently biting her nipple, his left hand expertly teasing her lower body.

"Mmm~ Mmm~ You rascal, no~ Mmm~ Didn't we just do it the night before last?"

"You did it the night before last, can't we do it now?" I asked teasingly, but my left hand intensified its attack.

"Mmm~" My wife's thighs rubbed against my hand as they squeezed together.

Gently, I took off my underwear, revealing my penis, which had been stimulated all night, and swayed it in front of my wife. She looked at it, then her two delicate hands grasped my penis and began to stroke it up and down.

"That's enough, I want to come in." With that, I spread my wife's thighs apart. She instinctively released her hands and placed them on my waist. I guided my penis with my right hand, pressing it against her wet entrance, and slowly inserted it…

"Mmm…uh…" my wife gasped softly, closing her eyes. Her hands slid from her waist up to her chest, and her legs wrapped around my waist. My penis moved in and out of her warm, wet vagina, while I squeezed and kneaded her not-so-full breasts.

"Mmm, mmm... oh... so hard so early in the morning, mmm... mmm... don't thrust so fast, I... I... mmm..." My wife moaned softly, probably afraid of waking our son if she was too loud. Although the room was soundproofed, it was still audible throughout the house if she was too loud.

"Hmph, last night you were afraid of waking me up and didn't dare make a sound. Now you're moaning so softly and afraid of waking our son. You slut, making love must be exhausting." I sneered inwardly, thinking about how my son had ejaculated inside his mother last night, and my emotions suddenly aroused. I increased the intensity of my thrusts.

"Mmm~~mmm~~mmm!! Oh~you rascal, don't...too~too hard~I~I~oh oh~~" My

wife kept moaning. Perhaps because it was morning, the feeling in my penis wasn't strong. Around eight o'clock, with a strong thrust, a stream of hot semen poured into my wife's vagina. My wife was covered in sweat and looked slightly exhausted.

"I'm going to die, you want to kill someone first thing in the morning."

"Yeah, I want to kill someone." I replied with a laugh.

After getting up, everything was pretty much the same as last week, the week before last, and the week before last. My wife was preparing lunch, my son was playing on the computer in his room, and I was watching TV in the living room.

My wife got dressed for the outing. "I'm going to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and beef."

"Okay," I replied perfunctorily.

Suddenly, my son came running out. "Mom, I'm going to the supermarket too! I'm out of shower gel and shampoo in my dorm."

"Just ask your mom to bring some," I said lazily, but I knew exactly what he was thinking.

"No, there are so many kinds of shampoo and shower gel, I'll just go and choose myself." He put on his shoes in the entryway and followed his mother, who was already waiting at the door.

"Bang." The door was gently closed by my son. I could almost picture the lewd look on his face outside.

Heh, this mother and son are quite something. They did it last night, and they're doing it again today. Anyway, they'll always find a chance if they want to. You can't completely stop them. I'll just kill them when the time comes.

I got dressed and put on my shoes, and about two minutes later, I went out to see what this mother dog and her puppies were up to. Haha, I realized my own twisted psychology was starting to creep in, but it was only a little bit, or so it seemed.

Finding a hotel nearby wasn't realistic; after all, it would be awkward if I ran into someone I knew at the hotel. So where would I go? A public restroom in the nearby park for some passionate encounter? But what if someone went to the restroom and it turned into a "restroom incident"? Perhaps the garage was a good option.

I walked towards the garage, which was at the back of the building. I walked out of the building, turned a corner, and there it was. Because we have two cars, one for myself and one for my wife, we bought two garages when we bought the house. The two garages are adjacent. Not far away, a mother and son were outside the wife's garage. The wife was opening the garage door, and the son's hand was already restlessly stroking his mother's waist. After opening the garage door, the wife cautiously looked around and saw me walking towards them. She was clearly taken aback and tugged at her somewhat frivolous son. When the son saw me, he obviously behaved himself.

As I approached, my wife spoke first: "Hey~ why did you come down?"

"I just got a call, I have some urgent business at work. Why did you drive over even though the supermarket is so close?"

"Yeah, I was worried I had a lot of stuff, so I drove over."

"Oh, I see. I'll go ahead then. It's not a big deal, but it's pretty urgent."

"Okay. Go ahead then."

"Okay."

I opened the garage door, and before I got in, my wife specifically came over and asked, "Are you coming back for lunch?"

"I'll be right back, I'll come back for lunch."

"Oh, okay." Then she went back to drive.

I drove off first, and after a while, I realized my wife's car wasn't on the street in the neighborhood. I guessed where it was, parked in the parking lot next to the neighborhood park, and hurried back to the garage.

The garage door was closed, but a closer listen revealed someone inside.

"Mom, Dad's car left a few minutes ago, and the garage door is closed now, so let's go."

"Tianqing, didn't we do it once last night? Why do you want it again now? It's not good for your health, you know?"

"I was in a rush to finish last night, so I didn't really enjoy it. I'll be gone for several days this time, I'm going to be so pent up. Besides, Mom and Dad did it this morning, and I can't stand the sounds." The son said with a hint of coquettishness.

"Did I yell that loud this morning?"

"No, I came here to eavesdrop~"

"You, really. Your dad's at work. How about we buy the stuff and do it in your room? It's not appropriate to do it here."

"No, what if Dad's home when we get back? Let's do it now."

"Um... um... wait, don't be in such a hurry..."

It seems they've started. I gently opened my garage door, squeezed myself inside, and then lowered it again. Because both garage doors belong to my brother, when they installed the garage lights, the wires ran through the wall, and the hole was about 4 centimeters in diameter. So through this hole with the wires, I could see what was happening in the garage next door.

The wife was kneeling behind the car, her trousers and underwear pulled down to her left ankle, her right shoe seemingly just removed and placed directly on a classic leather shoe. Her buttocks were raised, and her knitted sweater and lace bra were rolled up to her chest. Behind her, her son was squatting, licking his mother's vulva, his hands kneading her not-so-full but pert buttocks. Gradually, the wife's face flushed, and her lower body began to writhe. She turned to her son and said, "That's enough, but don't ejaculate inside, it'll be bad if your underwear gets dirty."

The son stood up and obediently said, "I'm ready." He took out a package from his pocket, probably condoms. Good heavens, this little guy even carries this thing with him. The son hurriedly tore open the condom and handed it to his mother, saying as he unbuckled his belt, "Mom, help me put it on."

The wife turned around and squatted down, looking at the already erect penis, rubbed it with her hand, skillfully put on the condom, then turned around and lay down on the car.

The son held the penis against his mother's labia, then thrust his hips forward.

"Mmm..." the wife moaned softly.

"Mom, so wet and so comfortable~ Mmm... Oh..." The son thrust his genitals back and forth, occasionally pinching his mother's buttocks or breasts.

"Mmm...mmm...oh...Tianqing, mmm~oh...still so impatient~mmm...ah...ah~ah..."

"Mom, it feels so good~ I love fucking you the most...Mom, you're so good..."

"Ah...ah...ah...who else is good if Mom isn't good~oh..."

"Slap slap slap slap slap..." The sound of flesh colliding came from one garage to another.

"Mmm~ah...mmm...Tianqing, harder...mmm...yes...mmm..."

The son moved with all his might, and gradually, his legs began to tremble.

"Mmm, Mom, it feels so good."

"Mmm...mmm...is it good?"

"Good."

"Mmm~ah...ah..."

After a few minutes of wildness, the son slowed down and began to control the rhythm.

"Slap...slap...slap~"

"Mmm...oh...mmm...mmm~"

The collision of flesh and the screams of the soul intertwined into a forbidden symphony.

Gradually, the son's movements became more vigorous, and his mother's moans became even more alluring.

About 15 minutes later, the son ejaculated, collapsing limply onto his mother's back. After a while, the son pulled out his limp penis, removed the condom, and his mother opened her bag, took out tissues to wipe their genitals, and wrapped the condom inside the tissues.

Mother and son embraced each other against the car, their upper bodies still clothed, but their lower bodies still in their ankles.

"Mom, we have a sports meet this Thursday and Friday."

"Okay."

"No classes, you can leave the school, but you can't go home. Mom, come see me."

"No."

"Please, Mom..." He reached out and kneaded his wife's breasts through her clothes.

"Alright, alright, we'll see. If you can come, then come."

"Mwah~ Mom's the best~"

After a while, the mother and son tidied their clothes, opened the garage door, and drove to the supermarket.
IV. Sports Meet
After my wife and son returned from the supermarket, they saw that I was already home. My son said, "Dad, you're back." "

Yeah, things were a bit urgent, but we resolved them quickly."

My wife and son carried shopping bags and walked towards the kitchen.

"Luckily I was smart; I told him Dad might come back before us," my son whispered to his mother, but I could still hear him. His mother reached out and ruffled his hair. "You, really."

After lunch, because we had a lot of stuff, I drove my son back to school. Along the way, he sat quietly in the back seat, chatting with me every now and then. I reminded him to study hard, and he obediently agreed.

"Is your sports meet coming up soon?" I asked deliberately.

"Huh? Oh, yes, this Thursday and Friday. Dad, how did you know?"

"Dad went to school for many years, you know? Sports meets are usually held around this time."

"Oh, I see. I signed up for the 200 meters."

"That's great! Do you want Dad to come cheer you on?"

"Huh? No, no, I'd rather not. Dad, you're so busy and tired, and the 200 meters only has preliminary and final rounds, it'll be over soon. If you come, you won't get to watch for long." My son answered a little anxiously.

"Oh, I wasn't even sure I'd come. Since it's so boring, I won't."

"Okay." My son's reassured mood couldn't fool me, but he thought he hadn't shown it.

After returning from school, it was just the two of us at home again. Although it seemed the same as usual, it felt completely different. Thinking about what's happened recently, I don't even know what I really want to achieve. I'm an ambitious and vengeful man, and I've gradually come to understand that a happy family is also a way for me to demonstrate my abilities and value. But now, there's a lot of turmoil at home. Some things can be changed, but some things can only be destroyed!

Wednesday night arrived quickly. Lying in bed, I noticed my wife's mood was a little different tonight. Although it wasn't obvious, perhaps I knew beforehand that she would be having sex with our son the next day, and I was aware of her behavior. I've been making love to my wife every night for the past few days, leaving her somewhat exhausted. This kind of physical exertion is quite a burden for someone as busy as me, but it might be because, in my mind, something that belongs to me and should only belong to me has been shared with the person I least want to touch.

So subconsciously, I wanted to show my strength. Just like the past few days, I used both hands simultaneously. This time, my wife resisted somewhat and said coquettishly, "You rascal, you've been so rough every day these past few days, it's not good for your health. Let's skip it today."

"What, don't you like your man anymore?" I teased with a smile.

"No, you're too tired during the day, let's not do it every night."

"Your man is Superman, sweetie~"

My wife, realizing she couldn't refuse me, began to reciprocate, her petite body sucking at my desire. Such a beautiful young woman; for a moment, I felt a pang of envy for my son. To be able to have physical intercourse with such a mother must be such a blissful thing.

Thinking that perhaps my wife wouldn't go to our son's school after several days of exhausting sex, I began my usual gentle yet forceful thrusting. "Mmm~ Oh... Oh... Oh... You... You devil... Mmm... You're so amazing every day..."

Tonight was another night of exhaustion for my wife.

The next day at noon, I was able to go home and saw that my wife was still there.

"Oh, why are you back?"

"I came to change my clothes. This shirt got spilled with coffee this morning, and the ones at work haven't been washed."

"Oh, have you eaten?" "

No, don't bother cooking. Let's go out for lunch."

"Okay, sure~ Let's go on a romantic date~"

"Hehe." Looking at my wife, who could still be so affectionate, I really wanted to pity her.

We had lunch at a Western restaurant. My wife and I don't like steak; we felt uncomfortable eating such a large piece of beef. However, the pasta and some Western pastries were very much to our liking. The two of us, in a slightly romantic mood, ate our meal in the restaurant.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"Hmm, I'm having dinner with your dad." "Did you finish the 200 meters? Did you get a place?" "Oh, sixth in the finals, that's good, you made it to the finals." "Hmm, don't let the sports meet mess up your schedule. You still need to eat dinner and go to bed on time tonight, okay?" "Want to chat with Dad for a bit?" "Oh, okay, bye-bye~" "It's

my son calling. He told me he ran sixth in the finals of the sports meet."

"Hmm, that's good. It's good to have a healthy body. You don't need to worry about getting a place or anything like that." I said to my wife with gentle eyes.

"Yes, haha. Eat up~"

I took a bite of noodles and said, "Our son is still closer to you, he doesn't even give his father an update."

"No, our son is afraid you're busy and doesn't want to bother you," my wife said, her tone slightly comforting, yet almost joking.

After lunch, I went back to my workplace, and of course, my wife was exhausted that night. It

was Friday. In the morning, while I was in bed, my wife said that our son might be tired after the sports meet, so she would go pick him up. I asked what time the sports meet ended, and my wife said, "Our son said there's an awards ceremony in the afternoon, it ends around 3 pm."

I replied, "Okay, I know," and got up.

Around 10 am, I called home, but no one answered. It seemed my wife had already gone to our son's school. I arranged some things at work and didn't drive my own car, but instead took the company car. On the way, I passed a men's clothing store and went in to buy a light trench coat. Although it was a bit pretentious, I still thought it would be better to wear something new.

When we arrived at the movie theater near the school, there was a large parking lot there. I looked around and saw my wife's car, but no one was inside. I didn't go out to look for my son and wife because I knew there weren't many opportunities for them to have sex at the school, and going out would only make me miss them. I chose to wait.

About twenty minutes later, my wife and son arrived. My son was holding my wife's hand, laughing and joking. Today, my wife was wearing a long-sleeved trench coat, somewhat like a dress, with tight leather pants and a pair of low-heeled ankle boots, making her look like a charming young woman under 35. After the car started moving, I followed at a distance.

After driving for about fifteen minutes, we arrived at a residential area that wasn't very commercially developed. We parked in the parking lot behind a not-so-small hotel called "Yixing Hotel." The two of them got out and went inside. After they entered, I parked my car and looked across the street. I saw my wife checking in at the front desk, while my son sat in the lobby. After a while, she got her room key, greeted my son, and then they went into the elevator together.

Watching them go into the elevator, I entered the hotel.

"Sir, do you have a reservation or would you like to check in now?"

"Which room did that lady check in?"

"Uh… this…" The receptionist looked somewhat embarrassed and at a loss.

I quietly pulled out ten hundred-yuan bills and handed them over, whispering, "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen."

"Uh..." After a moment's hesitation, the receptionist quickly put the stack of money into her pocket. "Room 417, sir."

"Is there an empty room next door? I want the next door, not the one across from it."

"Is room 419 okay, sir?"

I paid, took a room key, and quickly went into the elevator.

Room 419 was a fairly spacious room. I observed that the TV was in a wall-mounted TV cabinet, so I moved it aside. Although the various cables behind the TV were a bit tangled, I managed to handle them well.

The hotel rooms weren't very soundproof to begin with, but I could already hear sounds coming from room 417, though I couldn't make out what they were. A sense of urgency rose within me, and I quickly grabbed my Swiss Army knife and started digging a hole in the wall. Sure enough, the hotel walls weren't very strong; digging a hole wasn't difficult. The wall behind the TV cabinet was less than 15cm thick. After digging a hole about 2cm in diameter, I could see what was happening inside room 417.

The TV cabinet was positioned about 30 degrees in front of the bed next to me. The sound became clear, and the picture appeared. The two people on the bed were naked. The wife's clothes were neatly arranged on the chair next to them, but the son's clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor.

The couple on the bed were in a traditional position. The wife's legs were wrapped around her son's waist, and the son's body was pressed against his mother's. His left hand would occasionally squeeze his mother's breast, while his right hand was used for balance. His lower body swayed back and forth rhythmically. His mother's hands would sometimes support her son's chest and touch it, sometimes grab the sheets next to her, or sometimes put her right index finger in her mouth and bite it.

"Mmm~ Mom...so wet and slippery, it feels so good~ Mom, are you comfortable?"

"Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm...comfortable~"

"Slap slap slap slap~ The sounds of a man and woman having sex continued, making the seemingly quiet room seem filled with lust.

"Mom...oh...oh...Mom...so comfortable."

"Mmm, mmm...Mom, I love doing it with you the most...mmm...oh..."

"Mom...why do you moan so subtly, so different from the women in the movies~mmm~oh..."

"Mom...I feel so good...let's do it longer today~oh..." The son kept thrusting his genitals, uttering lewd words to his mother without restraint.

"Mmm...oh...oh...uh...oh..." "Ah...oh...ah...comfortable..." "Mmm, harder, oh..." The wife simply moaned softly.

Perhaps because he had been holding back for too long, less than five minutes after I saw them having sex, the son started to exert himself, thrusting violently for 20 seconds before ejaculating. He lay on top of his mother, panting, occasionally licking her breasts. A little while later, the son pulled his penis out of his mother's body, still with the condom on, removed it, and threw it into the trash can next to the bed. The son lay on his side next to his mother, then placed his right leg on top of her, his left hand behind his head, his right hand touching his mother's breasts, and occasionally kissing her arm.

His mother patted his head and said lovingly, "You, don't think about these things every day. You need to study hard, okay? Also, don't argue with others, okay?"

"Okay, Mom, I'm very good. I didn't argue in junior high or high school. I love Mom the most. Hehe~"

"You, oh..."

After more than ten minutes, the son's hands and feet started to move more vigorously.

"Why are you hard again?"

"Mom, let's do it again. Let's do it longer this time. I just came because I had been holding back for a few days."

"Oh, this child, I'll let you feel good today. Don't do it when you get home, okay? It's too dangerous."

"Okay, Mom." The son replied as he rolled over and pressed down on his mother.

The two were engaged in a passionate kiss, the son's hands roaming freely over his mother's body.

"Mom, mount me, it feels so good."

"No, it's too lewd, that position. And, and I don't have much energy today."

"How is it lewd? How can you not have energy? Oh? Mom, were you and Dad doing it too intensely?"

"You, can we not mention your dad when we're doing this?"

Seeing his mother's slightly angry expression, the son stopped talking and didn't mention the position.

"Mom, I'm coming in."

"Hmm, wait a minute~" As she spoke, his mother reached into her bag and took out a condom.

"Mom, it's uncomfortable with a condom on."

"No, it's not good if you ejaculate inside. You didn't listen last weekend and ejaculated inside."

"Mom, you have an IUD, it's okay."

"An IUD isn't 100% safe, sweetie, put on a condom, mmm... umm... umm..."

Before his mother could finish speaking, the son thrust his penis into her vagina. Because they had just made love, his wife's genitals were very wet and slippery, making penetration easy.

"Mmm... Oh... You child~ Hmm... Oh... Why... Why are you so disobedient~"

"Mom... It feels so good not wearing a condom. With a condom, it feels like there's something between us. Without a condom, it feels so much better. My penis rubs against your vaginal muscles without any barrier. It feels so good~" The son said, while trying to please his mother by thrusting his penis in and out of her vagina with all his might.

"Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm..." the mother moaned softly. "This child, if I were to say now...oh...mmm...say that it's time for you to cum...oh...oh...cum...cum outside...mmm...mmm...you'd disobey...mmm...oh...cum inside...oh...oh..."

"Mom...I'm being good...mmm...don't think so much, just make love comfortably...oh..." As he spoke, the son thrust in and out four or five times forcefully, then slowed down, wrapped his arms around his mother's back, lifted her upper body, and kissed her lips. His lower body slowed down, and after a while, the wet kisses parted, and his lower body began to thrust rapidly again.

"Mmm~mmm...oh...oh..." Perhaps because the rhythm suddenly quickened, the mother couldn't help but moan, her voice a little louder than before.

"Oh~ Oh... Oh... Hmm... Oh..." They held this position for about five or six minutes before the son laid his wife flat on the bed again. He opened her two fair, taut legs that were wrapped around his waist, hoisted them onto his shoulders, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and leaned forward, pressing his upper body against hers. His legs arched, and he rapidly swayed his hips back and forth, his penis thrusting in and out of her wet, beautiful vagina, the veins on his erect penis bulging, before disappearing back into her.

"Oh~ Oh... Oh... Hmm... Oh... Beautiful..." His wife's moans grew louder.

"Hmm... Mom, are you going to orgasm? I've done this with you so many times and I've never made you orgasm. This time I'll make you feel amazing." His already forceful penis thrust even harder.

"Oh...oh...this time it's so...so comfortable...oh...oh...I'm almost there..."

"Mmm, Mom, I'm feeling it too~"

"Oh...oh...Tianqing...oh...son...mmm...oh...comfortable..." "Ah...oh...oh...oh...mmm...son, Mom's coming soon~ oh..." "Mmm...oh...oh...son, Mom, Mom's coming..." The mother's waist began to twist forcefully.

"Oh...Mom, I'm coming too~ Together...oh..."

"Mmm...mmm...together...oh...mmm..."

The two connected bodies twisted wildly, reaching orgasm together.

Watching my wife and son next door for half an hour, I also had an erection for half an hour. At this moment, the surge of sexual desire overwhelmed my anger, and I could feel my breathing becoming a little faster.

My wife rested in bed for a while, then got up to take a shower. My son was still lying in bed. Seeing my wife go to the bathroom, he moved closer to where she had slept, inhaling her lingering scent a few times before closing his eyes contentedly.

Seeing this lewd scene temporarily concluded, I also went to the bathroom to take a shower and calm myself down.

When I came out, my wife was already dressed, and my son wasn't in bed anymore; he must have gone to take a shower. So I got up and left, driving back to work. After work, I drove home in my own car. The aroma of dinner filled the air; my wife had already prepared three or four dishes.

"Dad, you're home!" my son called out obediently.

"Hmm, the weather's fine now, son~ Was the sports meet fun?"

"It was really fun, hee hee~"

"That's good."

Looking at my son's obedient and innocent face, I wasn't thinking like a loving father. "How can I make you and your son suffer like hell?" I thought darkly.
V. My Son's Indian God Oil
After my wife brought my son home from the sports meet, life went on. Whether it was mine or everyone else's. While planning how to get revenge, I lived a "warm" life with my wife and son. The revenge plan had a rough outline, but the day to pull the strings would be around the time my son finished his college entrance exams. So, the road ahead is long and arduous, and a true man's revenge will take another two or three years~ (The truth won't be revealed anytime soon, so there are still many chapters of mother-son drama to write, hehe~)

Dinner was quite plentiful, which was a bit of a challenge for my wife, after all the physical labor last night and this afternoon, she still had to cook so many dishes. My son ate with great relish~ praising how good his mother's cooking was, he ate like a glutton, three big bowls of rice and most of the dishes, and my wife seemed very happy.

In the evening, my son locked himself in his room as usual, maybe playing games, maybe going on sex. When no one's home, I've also searched my son's room, pried open that drawer secured with a simple padlock, and found some love letters from young girls and his little stash of over two thousand yuan. Unfortunately, I didn't find anything like "Mother's Diary" or "Reflections on Sex with Mom," nor any condoms. He probably keeps them in his backpack.

My son always clears his computer's browsing history after leaving, but why is the icon for the "Taobao Homepage" URL in his bookmarks a red fire with a yellow cow character inside? How could your dad not recognize such a familiar icon?

My son's hard drive is well-hidden with Japanese porn, but do you know that searching for "AV" lets your dad know your computer is full of mature women? Such heavy tastes!

Looking at my son's closed bedroom door, I sat in the living room watching TV and thought about many things, things that were far-reaching and terrifying…

That night, my wife went to bed early, seemingly not wanting to make love to me. After I got into bed, she seemed to be fast asleep. When I tried to shake her, she mumbled, “I'm not doing it tonight, I'm so tired and sleepy.”

You think you can take advantage of me after you were tired from playing with our son this afternoon? You're overthinking it.

I gently turned my wife, who was facing away from me, over and gently pressed myself against her. My wife opened her eyes, revealing a helpless expression, as if she wanted to say something. But my lips immediately pressed against hers; still so soft, so fragrant. My lower body rubbed against her thighs through her underwear, and without realizing it, her legs parted. He easily removed his own pajamas, and with equal ease, his wife's lace lingerie, everything going smoothly. His lower body continued to rub against hers, his erect penis yearning to burst through the two layers of underwear.

His wife's vaginal opening felt the heat of his powerfully erect penis through the two layers of fabric, and her lower body began to writhe involuntarily. Gradually, his penis sensed the moisture, and its owner cleanly and efficiently removed the two barriers between them, the glans entering her vagina. "Mmm..." his wife let out a soft moan.

I looked at our connected lower bodies, imagining how this afternoon my son had used the same method to penetrate my wife, now beneath me, inch by inch, just as he had with his mother. I thrust hard, and most of my thick penis went in. "Mmm..." my wife cried out again.

Slowly, I thrust in and out, gradually moving my entire large penis in and out of her vagina.

"Mmm~" Pleasant, comfortable breaths escaped my wife's lips, and with each thrust and rub of my penis inside her vagina, the rhythm of her moans began to match the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Slap~ Slap~ Slap~ Slap~."

"Mmm~ Hmm~ Mmm~ Oh~"

Looking at the place where my lower body was connected to my wife's, I remembered that this afternoon my son had used his penis to go in and out of this vagina, the second time without even a condom, his naked penis tightly inserted into his mother's vagina, the vaginal muscles contracting and sucking, the most private parts of man and woman touching as mother and son, finally ejaculating thick semen into his mother's vagina during orgasm.

Thinking about the wonderful sensations my son was experiencing, and feeling a mix of anger and envy, I unconsciously thrust my hips even more violently.

"Ah...ah...you rascal, I can't take it anymore~ Ah...I'm coming...I'm coming~!!!" With my wife's soft moans, I felt a warm, wet sensation inside her vagina; she had climaxed.

"Oh~ Oh~ you rascal...take a break~ Oh~" My wife's climax didn't affect my rhythm; the initial sensation was unstoppable, and the rhythmic "slap slap slap" of our intercourse continued.

"Mmm...mmm...you rascal, you're so amazing~mmm..." My wife gradually recovered from the exhaustion of her climax and once again entered the role of enjoying herself.

In the room, moans, gasps, and sounds of intercourse mingled. Finally, during my wife's third orgasm, I ejaculated my hot semen into her vagina. The union of body and soul reached its climax, and the two of us embraced on the bed. Looking at my frail wife in my arms, I wondered if the mother in the incestuous relationship was really my wife. Unfortunately, reality was still so stark…

The morning sunlight couldn't penetrate the thick curtains, and in the dimly lit room, the man had woken up very early. My wife was truly exhausted. Usually, she would be making breakfast by now, but now she was still fast asleep in my arms. Even as a mother, she would still nuzzle her face against my chest like a child. My heart ached, truly.

I got up and took a shower first, and my wife followed suit, starting to prepare lunch. Yes, there was no breakfast today. I went to my son's room when I got up this morning; it seems he won't be up until noon. I went to the study to go online, read some news, and looked for movies but couldn't find anything interesting. Before I knew it, it was noon.

Lunch was rather bland, as if foreshadowing a bland day. In the afternoon, my wife and I went shopping for some warm clothes. My son stayed in his room all afternoon; he rarely goes out with his classmates on weekends—you could say he's a bit of a homebody.

Dinner was bland again, and so was the night. I put my wife to bed early, watched her fall asleep quickly, and then I fell asleep too.

Nothing happened overnight…

My wife was quite angry early in the morning, but also seemed very energetic. She went to the supermarket early to buy groceries. My son and I didn't wake up until after nine o'clock. Around nine-thirty, my wife returned with the groceries, along with three bowls of congee, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns. The three of us ate breakfast together, watched some boring TV in the living room, flipped through the newspapers we subscribed to, and ate some fruit from the coffee table. It was almost 11 o'clock when my wife went into the kitchen to start preparing lunch.

“Mom, I see you bought celery, let me help you pick it,” my son said, following his mother into the kitchen and closing the frosted glass sliding door. To prevent kitchen fumes from entering other rooms, we usually close the frosted glass door while cooking.

Hehe, this little guy couldn't resist again. After a while, I tiptoed to the kitchen door. Through the frosted glass, I could still see the blurry outline inside.

My son was hugging his mother from behind, his lower body twisting. He was probably rubbing his penis against his wife's buttocks through her pants.

"Don't touch me like that. Didn't I tell you on Friday that you should behave when you're home? You're not listening, are you?" my wife said.

"Mom, I feel uncomfortable, so uncomfortable. You and Dad were so intense and loud on Friday night. Even with the good soundproofing, I could hear everything. I've been so pent up these past two days." My son's voice sounded like he was trying to appease his mother. As he spoke, he reached his left hand to his mother's breast and started kneading it.

"You're getting bolder and bolder, aren't you? More and more reckless, aren't you?!"

Sensing his mother's anger, the son pulled away from her and began picking vegetables. After a while, perhaps feeling sorry for her son's aggrieved expression, she said, "Alright, alright, we'll talk about it after lunch."

The son, as if receiving a great reward, hugged his mother and turned back to picking vegetables.

Heh, after lunch? Are you two going to do something shady again? Seeing that nothing was going to happen for the time being, I walked back to the living room from the kitchen door.

After a while, the son came out of the kitchen with a big smile and went back to his room.

At lunchtime, my son was very lively and seemed to be in a good mood. My wife also looked at him lovingly, telling him about things that happened at school, especially the sports day. Although she had told him some of those stories yesterday, today's were clearly more interesting.

After lunch, everything was uneventful. My wife didn't suggest going to the supermarket or anything; she quietly helped my son pack his clothes and tidied up the house.

Around 3 p.m., my son came into the living room with his schoolbag on his back and my wife with her handbag on her shoulder. "I'll take our son to school today."

"I should take him. You've been busy all day; you should rest at home."

"It's okay, it's not tiring work. You have to go to work tomorrow, so I'll take him."

I didn't have any other reason, so I agreed.

About five minutes after my wife and son left, I left the house and went to the garage. I gently opened my garage door and went inside, only to find that the garage next door was empty and the car was gone. Where could they have gone? After thinking it over, I decided to go check the hotel we'd visited before. Thinking this, I drove to the "Yixing Hotel" near my son's school.

About forty minutes later, I arrived at the parking lot behind the Yixing Hotel. I didn't drive too fast, afraid that if I got too close, the mother and son would see me. I parked in a corner and looked around the parking lot; it wasn't very big. When I saw my wife's familiar car, I felt a slight sense of loss, but mostly I was confident in my judgment.

I went into the hotel and went to the front desk. Coincidentally, it was the same lady from last time.

The receptionist seemed to recognize me immediately. She smiled awkwardly and took a room key from the counter. "Same place as always," she said, her tone both friendly and slightly embarrassed.

I took out my wallet, ID, and 500 yuan. The receptionist blushed as she accepted the money and registered me. I could tell she wasn't angry that I had 500 yuan less than last time; I even felt a hint of goodwill. How strange.

With the room key, I went into the elevator. Still 419? What a coincidence! Or did the receptionist deliberately put us in 417? I kept speculating in my mind. Soon I arrived at room 419, swiped my card to enter, closed the door, and moved the TV. Conveniently, no need to dig another hole; the hole was still there.

It was a bit hot, so I took off my coat and put it on the bed before going to the small opening. The room next door was clearly visible. It seemed the mother and son hadn't been in the room long; they were sitting on the left edge of the bed, undressing, not yet passionately kissing as they did so. The wife folded each garment neatly and placed it on the chair beside her, but the son was in a hurry, crumpling his clothes and throwing them on the floor.

"Why are you in such a rush? You can't even take your clothes off properly," the wife said, looking at her son.

"Mom, I was holding it in, so I was a little impatient," the son said with a grin. Soon he was completely naked, down to his underwear, his hot penis already erect. His wife was only wearing a dark purple bra and her trousers were off.

The son, somewhat impatiently, reached out to stroke his wife's thighs. "Wait, let me take my clothes off first," his wife said, unhooking her bra and placing it on top of her folded clothes. When her two firm breasts were presented to her son, he couldn't resist any longer, grabbing his wife and pulling her down onto the bed.

"Hmm, don't rush, wait until Mom takes off her underwear," his wife said, feeling the intense desire of her son pressing against her.

The mother and son pulled down their underwear, their naked bodies laid out on the bed. The son's lips lightly touched his mother's body, kissing her gently, like a dragonfly skimming the water, making his wife's whole body heat up.

Gradually, the son took his mother's right breast into his mouth, his right hand kneading her left breast, while his left hand was not idle either, reaching down to his mother's genitals to tease her vulva. Sometimes he rubbed her labia, sometimes he pinched her clitoris, and sometimes he would insert his middle finger into her vagina and thrust it in and out a few times. The mother was aroused and her whole body twisted and turned, her left hand constantly stroking her son's hot back, while her right hand grasped her son's penis and moved it back and forth.

Almost ten minutes later, "Tian Qing, come in, mom wants it." The wife said, pushing her son's body up, opening her legs and wrapping them around his waist.

"Yes." The son responded, straightened up, and held his cock in preparation for entry.

"Wait!" The wife, who was already a little confused, interrupted her son's actions, "Let's wear a condom."

The son seemed to have thought of something, and said with a smile: "Mom, we are not going to use condoms today, let's use something good." Then he reached to the bedside, took out a box from his schoolbag, opened the box, and inside there was a small bottle of something like a sprayer.

"What is this?" the wife asked after looking at it.

"Indian magic oil, with this I guarantee that you will be comfortable as hell." The son said a little proudly.

"Won't this stuff be bad for your health? Maybe we shouldn't use it," the wife seemed hesitant. "

Mom, it's okay. This just temporarily makes my penis less sensitive, so it can stay erect for longer." As he spoke, the son sprayed it on his erect penis a few times and then spread it evenly.

Good heavens, this little rascal is using this to make it last longer with his mother.

The son spread his wife's legs, adjusted his penis, and tried to penetrate her.

"No, let's use

a condom," the wife suggested, but it was only a symbolic protest. As expected, the son seemed not to hear her and pushed the head of his penis into his mother's vagina.

"Ugh~" The feeling of the hot, throbbing penis entering her body made the wife cry out, "Mmm~ Yes~ In a little more~ Yes, mmm~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~" With the wife's moans, the son inserted his penis inch by inch into his wife's body until the entire penis was inside her vagina, and then began to thrust.

"Oh~ Oh... Mom, it feels so good... I wish I could do it with you every day~"

"Mmm... Oh... Oh..." the wife moaned, "You little devil, oh... you're not using a condom again. Even though I have an IUD, it's not entirely safe~ Oh oh~"

"Mom, using a condom and not using a condom are completely different~ Oh~" the son said while thrusting into his mother's vagina, "With a condom, my penis is inside the condom, and Mom's vagina is gripping the condom. Our pleasure is transmitted through squeezing the condom, oh~ Oh..."

"Mmm... Oh... then... oh... what about without a condom?~ Ah..." the wife asked while moaning.

"Without a condom, my penis is completely in contact with Mom's most private little hole. The folds and creases of Mom's vaginal walls are constantly rubbing against my penis, secreting love juice that sticks to my penis. Oh~ Oh~ Mom... why is your little hole suddenly so tight~ Oh~ So good~ I want to ejaculate inside Mom's vagina, let it stay inside Mom's vagina and be absorbed! Oh~" As he spoke, the son's penis thrust in and out even faster.

"Oh... ah... so fast... so good..." The wife moaned with her eyes closed, looking ecstatic.

"Pop... pop..." The son sometimes thrust in and out quickly, the viscosity of the vaginal fluid amplifying the sound of his penis going in and out of the little hole.

"Slap~ Slap~ Slap~ Slap~" The son pulled his penis out until only the glans was inside her vagina, then forcefully thrust it in until the base of his penis reached the entrance.

Watching from behind a wall, my mouth went dry; I even wished I were the son, able to have sex with such a beautiful mother.

About five minutes passed.

"Tianqing... quick... Mom's coming~" the wife said, convulsing.

Good heavens, she climaxed in just five minutes; the son's lewd words seemed to have a big effect.

"Mom, was it good?"

"Coming! Coming! Mmm... uh...!"

The wife didn't answer her son's question, only moaning ecstatically.

"Huff~ Huff..." As the wife's breathing gradually calmed down, the climax passed.

"It's been so long since I've had such a quick orgasm."

"Mom, was it good?"

"Mmm~"

"Mom, am I good?"

"You~ Ugh~"

"Mom, am I good or not?" The son asked with a grin, his lower body starting to thrust forcefully again.

"Mmm...ah...good...oh..." With the son's thrusting, the wife unconsciously made sounds again. Lying on the bed with her hair down, she looked at her son with a somewhat affectionate expression, watching him hug her thighs, his hips thrusting forcefully, sending his penis into her vagina.

About 10 minutes later, the son pulled his penis out. "Oh...oh...hmm?? Tianqing, what's wrong?" Clearly, she had suddenly lost something from the physical pleasure, and the wife looked at her son in confusion and asked.

"Mom, let's change positions." The son placed his hand on his wife's waist, intending to roll her over. His wife understood and rolled over onto her stomach. He pulled her towards him, causing her buttocks to rise. He smoothed the pubic hair, damp with her vaginal fluids, and, holding his penis, thrust in.

"Mmm..." his wife groaned, "Oh...oh...oh..." With each thrust of his penis, her moans began to sing. After about two hundred thrusts, the son reached out and pulled his wife's right hand, causing her head to shift from facing the bed to facing the wall. Her chest stopped, and her disheveled hair swayed with the movement of their bodies.

The son put his left hand on his hip, and his thrusting became faster. Peeking through the opening, I saw my son squatting on the bed, while my wife, his mother, was bent over, her buttocks raised, letting his penis go in and out of her vagina. The son held his mother's hand as if he were holding a horse's reins; it could be said that his wife was truly being "ridden" by him.

The son seemed to enjoy this conqueror's position and felt a great sense of accomplishment, maintaining this position for about 20 minutes.

"Oh... um... oh... Tianqing, this time... oh... how come you're so amazing this time? It's been over half an hour, are you still not going to cum? Mom feels like Mom is about to come again."

The son behind her thrust passionately...

"Oh... Mom... almost there... I'm happy too..."

After another 5 minutes, their breathing became rapid.

"Oh...Mom...your pussy is getting tighter, is it coming?...Oh..."

"Mmm...coming...oh...coming...son...faster..."

"Mmm...Mom...let's...oh..."

As their moans grew shorter, the son released his right hand and used both hands to support his wife's waist, helping him thrust harder. "Oh...ah..."

"Mom...I'm coming...!"

With their seemingly frenzied intercourse, they reached their climax.

"Oh...uh...uh..."

After the climax, they remained in that position for about 20 seconds before lying on the bed together, panting heavily.

I felt exhausted too, so I lay down on the bed to rest for a while.

A few minutes later, my phone vibrated. I picked it up and saw it was my wife calling. I answered, "Hello, honey, what's up?"

"Well, after I dropped Tianqing off at school, I helped him tidy up his dorm. I won't have time to cook when I get back, so I'm planning to take our son out to a restaurant near the school. You can go out and eat by yourself, okay?" My wife said gently.

"Okay, I know."

"Don't forget to eat, okay?"

"Okay, when are you coming back?"

I said, holding the phone, as I walked to the small door and looked into the next room.

My wife was leaning against the pillows on the bed in the next room, talking to me on the phone, while our son lay beside her, his left hand gently caressing her breast.

"I'll be home around seven, um..." With a slightly unusual sound from his wife, his son from the next room suddenly pressed down on top of her. Although they were covered by a blanket, it was clear he had spread her legs and thrust himself inside her.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Ah? I was on the phone and my clothes got caught on something. I'll be back after dinner, remember to eat."

"Okay, bye~"

"Okay." His wife hung up the phone.

Next door, the wife put down her phone. "Are you trying to kill me? You were talking to your dad on the phone."

The son, who was on top of his wife, started thrusting as soon as she finished the call. "I knew you were talking to Dad, and somehow my dick got hard." As he spoke, the son lifted the blanket behind his back, raising his upper body, and began thrusting even more forcefully.

"Hmm... oh... are we not using that Indian aphrodisiac this time?"

"I already came once, so I can last quite a while without it the second time."

"Oh... oh... oh... I see... hmm..."

The moans and sounds of intercourse from the next room gradually aroused me again.

"Mmm...mmm~ mmm...oh...harder...mmm...son...harder...oh..." After about ten minutes, the wife started to feel a little dazed from the penetration, but the son was still thrusting vigorously.

"Mom~"

"Mmm...what's wrong?"

"Mom, you haven't given me oral sex yet."

"I don't like it."

"But Mom, I've given you oral sex before, it's not fair that you won't give me one." Saying this, the son lifted his wife's legs and began to thrust vigorously.

"Oh...mmm...it's not like I asked you to lick me...mmm...oh...you asked to lick me yourself..." the wife moaned as she spoke.

"Mom, have you ever licked Dad?"

"Oh...oh...yes...oh...but it's different..."

"How is it different?" Saying this, the son thrust in and out forcefully a few times, then pulled out his penis, climbed to his wife's head, and slammed his penis in front of her face. "Mom, lick it for me~"

The feeling of his penis being pulled out of her body made his wife feel itchy. She reached down to her genitals with her left hand and touched her labia. She opened her eyes and looked at her son. "No, Mom is uncomfortable. Put it back."

"No, Mom, just lick it for me and I'll continue inserting it into my vagina."

"Why are you so disobedient?"

The son didn't say anything, but just brought his penis closer to his mother's mouth.

It seemed that her son wouldn't continue penetrating her unless she gave him oral sex. Looking at the penis in front of her that could satisfy her vagina, the wife finally grasped her son's wet penis, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his penis a few times, then took the entire head into her mouth and began to suck on it.

"Oh~ Mom~ So good~"

After sucking for about a minute, the wife spat out the penis. "Okay, hurry up, Mom's uncomfortable."

The son, satisfied, looked at his wife, lay back, and smiled at her, saying, "Mom, come on up."

"Why are there so many things to do today?"

The wife's itching and desire for the penis set off her body's rhythm. She got up and straddled her son, her back to me. Under my gaze, she guided her son's penis to her vagina and slowly sat down. I could almost see her son's penis parting her labia, inch by inch, entering her body until she was sitting on top of him.

"Oh..." The feeling of the penis returning to her body made the wife groan. Then she took her son's hands and made him support her, and began to thrust up and down.

"Mmm, mmm... oh..." The wife, sitting on her son, moaned ecstatically.

"Mmm... Mom... so good..."

"Mmm... Mom feels good too... mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm..."

As the wife moved up and down, the son's hips began to thrust in sync with hers, making the penetration even more powerful.

After about ten minutes, the son's thrusting speed increased. "Mom... I think I'm about to cum, Mom... oh... are you coming?"

"Slow down, Mom still has some time."

"Mom, stop for a moment."

Hearing her son's words, the wife's rhythm slowed down, and finally stopped.

Seeing that his wife had stopped, the son pulled her upright upper body towards him, hugged her, and rolled over. In an instant, the son was on top of his wife.

It seemed the son wanted to control the rhythm himself. He pulled out his penis, letting the stimulation subside, then inserted his middle finger into his wife's vagina and began thrusting. "Mmm...mmm..." His wife's thighs gripped his hand tightly. After rapidly inserting his finger for two minutes, he pulled out his finger and inserted his penis again, beginning to thrust forcefully.

"Oh...oh...mmm...so good..."

After more than three hundred thrusts.

"Mmm...son...oh...faster...Mom's coming..."

"Mom, I can't hold back anymore...oh..." The son began to tremble all over, his lower body thrusting even more frantically.

"Quick...oh...oh...son...harder...um...ah...Mom's coming..." As his wife cried out passionately, the son's body suddenly jerked, his lower body still convulsing. With each convulsion, scalding semen shot into his mother's body in spurts.

I. Adultery Between Wife and Child

The world's splendor, in the end, is nothing but wishful thinking.

Living, sometimes, is just a joke; sometimes, it's about staging a tragicomedy.

I am Zhang Huicheng, a man in my early forties, the prime of my career. I've worked hard, step by step, forgetting how much hardship I've endured, but now it's all worth it. I'm a department head in a state-owned enterprise, earning six or seven hundred thousand yuan a year. My wife can stay home like a housewife, managing the household chores, going shopping, and playing mahjong with her friends. Chen Danxia, thirty-nine years old, has been pampered and cherished by me since we got married. I let her work when we first got married, but after she gave birth at twenty-four, I stopped her. Yes, seeing her in so much pain in the delivery room, I vowed to treat her well from now on and never let her suffer again. I pamper her, and I also pamper our son, Zhang Tianqing.

The name Tianqing (天晴, meaning "sunny day") comes from the fact that when my son was born, the continuous rainy weather suddenly cleared up. We named him to commemorate that day and also to hope that our family's future will be filled with sunshine. After my son's birth, everything went smoothly. My career progressed, and our family's circumstances improved. My son is very handsome, obedient, and a good student. He just started high school this year and got into a top high school in the city, so he's boarding there, coming home for a day and a half each week.

Yes, I consider myself a lucky man; you could say I've achieved some small success in life.

Today is Friday, and tomorrow is the weekend. My son came home this afternoon. His school has two classes on Friday afternoons before letting out for the weekend. I drove home and arrived at 5:20. I finished work at 5:00, and it's only a ten-minute drive from home, but the road conditions weren't great today. I slowly walked upstairs. Fridays are always the happiest time of the week because my son is home. At this age, all the hard work and struggle is for this precious son. Thinking about my life, although it's a bit monotonous, there's always something to enjoy.

I opened the door, and there were my son's shoes in the entryway. He was home early as always.

"Tianqing's back!" I greeted him happily.

"Yeah, I'm home," came the voice from his room.

"Yeah, our son just arrived too," came my wife's voice, also from their room.

I excitedly went to my son's room, pushed open the half-closed door, and saw him taking out his books, homework, and a rather difficult-to-wash jacket from his bag. My wife was taking clothes out of the closet by the bed, the open closet door blocking her view.

"It's getting cold. Son, remember to bring these thermal underwear this time. Your health is the most important thing at school, don't catch a cold." "Okay, Mom, don't worry, I'll be careful." Mother and son talked like this. I

was tired after a long day and wanted to take a shower before eating.

"Son, are you hungry? Dad will take a shower first and then we'll eat."

I said to my son with a smile and then turned to go back to my room to get a change of clothes to prepare for a shower.

"You little rascal..." As I left my son's room, I could vaguely hear my wife's voice.

Haha, my wife really loves to nag.

I grabbed a change of clothes, went to the bathroom, closed the door, took off my sweat-smelling clothes, and started showering. The warm water washed away all my fatigue. My emotions calmed down. Thinking of my son, my wife, and our good life now, I couldn't help but feel happy. "Huh, why did my wife take out the clothes today? Shouldn't she have put them in his bag the day he left? And when he took things out of his bag with his back to me, he sounded a little breathless."

These years of hard work have honed my senses to a high degree. Being good at making connections and associations is probably one of the little skills I've developed over the years. An ominous feeling, a sense of taboo, arose in my heart.

"Why am I thinking like this?" I kept telling myself.

Yes, how could this happen? Although I occasionally indulge in erotic fantasies, those incestuous stories were just for show; they didn't feel like reality at all. But a feeling of fear and anxiety made me want to go back to my son's room to check on him. I hesitated.

"You little rascal..." A thought suddenly popped into my head, and I made up my mind.

I left the shower running, creating a watery mess, and dried myself off quickly, putting on my underwear but not my slippers, so I could make only a small noise.

I gently moved the bathroom door open and tiptoed into my son's room. The door was ajar, with only a ten-centimeter gap. "Hmm, this way I can hear if there's water in the bathroom, and it won't make too much noise in the room." My mind unconsciously assessed this. I

slowly approached.

"Hmm...hmm...hmm...hurry, hmm...hurry, it won't be good after your dad finishes showering. Hmm...hmm..." It was my wife's voice, suppressed moans.

"Oh...oh...hmm...almost there, oh...Dad's still showering, the door's ajar, hmm...hmm...I can...I can hear if he's finished showering...hmm, hmm..." My son's voice was filled with an indescribable sense of comfort.

Clearly, the ominous premonition in my heart had become reality. In that instant, I didn't know what was wrong with me, I didn't know what to do. Should I rush in and catch them in the act? This is my life, the path I've walked step by step. If I go in now, all my goals in life, my happiness, my struggles, will be gone. And what could I do if I went in? Kill them? Whether it was a distraction or a strange kind of calm, I suddenly had the urge to understand this mother and son more deeply. God, my son and my wife.

"Mmm, Mom, it feels good. Mmm."

"Mmm...mmm...you little rascal...mmm..."

For some reason, I didn't dare to put my body inside, just listening to the sounds and imagining the scene in the room.

"Oh...oh...oh."

"Mmm...mmm..." My wife and son kept their voices very low.

"Mmm...mmm..."

"Mmm...mmm...Mom, I'm coming, mmm..."

The moans brought me back to reality. With the rapid "slap slap slap slap" of penetration, I knew my son had ejaculated.

"You came in five or six minutes, you must have been holding it in at school."

"Yeah, I was so uncomfortable last night."

"You...you..."

I didn't hear the rest of their conversation. I quickly went back to the bathroom, took off my underwear, and rinsed off. The scene had left me drenched in sweat. I deliberately slammed the bathroom door open, put on my slippers, and deliberately went into my son's room as I passed by.

"Son, dinner's ready!" I called out as I entered the room.

"Okay," my son replied.

My wife wasn't in the room anymore. My son was sitting in front of the computer, browsing Renren.

The window was open, but the faint smell of lovemaking fluid still lingered in the air.

As I left the room, I heard my wife call from the kitchen, "Come and eat, everyone."

I went back to my room, put on my shirt and trousers, and went to the dining room. The food was plentiful. My wife and son sat on either side, leaving the head seat in the middle empty for me. After I sat down, we officially began to eat.

At the table, my son kept telling us about things at school. After all, it's only the first semester of his first year of high school, and there are many things he's never encountered before. So every week when he comes home, he tells us about his new and exciting experiences.

After dinner, my son went online in his room, I checked the news in my room, and my wife watched a TV series in the living room.

It had been two or three hours since I witnessed my wife's incestuous affair, and my mind had calmed down. My mind kept wandering to various things.

"When did this mother and son get involved?" "Should I tell them in front of them, or just talk to my wife and let her handle it herself? Or should I continue to observe how things develop?" "Is it that I can't satisfy my wife?"

Even though I encountered something unbearable for most people, I didn't explode. Heh, everyone can play the role of a good husband, a good father. But once you remove that facade, everyone is different. Everyone has their own unique side, whether sacred or dark. Heh, son, wife. I decided to start living my life properly. Sure enough, everyone in life can betray you. The rewards of your efforts are always so unexpected.

That night, I lay in bed with my wife, looking at her body. Although she was thirty-nine, she ate healthily and loved to move around, so she had a slender, petite figure. No perky buttocks, no large breasts, but her small body made her look only about thirty-five. Heh, did my son make you feel good? I'll make you feel even better.

Thinking this, I pressed myself against my wife.

"You rascal, you want it."

"Yeah, can't I?"

"We're an old married couple, why two or three times a week?"

"Because you're tempting."

Without much foreplay, my 17-centimeter penis slid in, completely inside. Without using any techniques, confident in my stamina, I used the speed of a 100-meter dash and the endurance of a marathon to bring my wife to ecstasy for forty minutes. As my semen spurted out, I lay on my side next to my wife, who had already orgasmed three times.
II. Midnight Affair
Lying next to my wife, looking at her satisfied expression, I couldn't help but wonder, "Is my son better than me?"

My wife's petite body curled up, breathing softly. "You rascal, still so amazing."

"Still so amazing? If you're so amazing, why are you still doing it with our son?" Although I asked myself this, I didn't say it aloud.

"Our son ejaculated in less than a minute while I was showering, he's probably not satisfied yet, right? Is he eavesdropping in the next room?" My mind wandered, and my lower body started to react again, so I pressed myself against my wife...

When I woke up in the morning, it was past nine, and my son still hadn't gotten up.

The day's plan starts in the morning; one should think and plan for life in the morning. Yes, that's right. What should I do from now on? Overnight, I felt that my relationship with my wife and son had become different. To be honest, people are easily changed. Especially after a setback.

Why do people strive to earn money to provide a good life for their families? Isn't it just to satisfy their own male chauvinism? In the end, people are still acting in their own self-interest. What are family ties and love compared to sex? Yes, I should live my life for myself.

My career is still my own, and the good life they enjoy is a result of my efforts. I can still be a successful person without them, but without me, they would be homeless. Thinking of this, my distorted mind began to treat them as actors in my own play, but I am definitely the lead actor, and of course, I am also the investor.

"Dad, good morning."

"Hmm, good morning."

My son is up; he doesn't look like he slept well last night. Seeing my son like this, I no longer feel the usual worry, but rather a strange joy. But I am the lead actor; I want to be the Best Actor.

"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?" I patted my son's head, looking concerned.

"No, I'm just a little tired usually, so I slept too well on the weekend and overslept a bit," my son said lazily, but I caught a glimpse of tension in his eyes.

Hehe, he must have heard too much last night and was too excited to sleep.

During lunch, my son would occasionally give his mother a few longing looks, though they were subtle, how could they escape my sharp eyes? What I wanted to do now was to cause them trouble, watching my son's burning desire but unable to get it satisfied gave me a strange, indescribable sense of comfort.

"Mom, take me to the shopping center in the city this afternoon to buy a pair of shoes. The heels of my sneakers are a bit worn out."

"Okay, sure. I'll take you after lunch."

"Okay, Mom's so kind."

Hehe, I feel like I'm even more insightful than Zhuge Liang, able to see through everything at a glance.

I smiled. "What, is Dad not doing well? Dad's going this afternoon too. Buy whatever you like, Dad'll pay for it."

"No, no, Dad's doing well too, but Mom can come with me. Dad works so hard during the week, he needs to rest well on weekends!"

Seeing my son's slightly anxious look, I felt happy inside.

"Dad wants to go out for a walk too, and spend some time with my precious son."

My resolute expression left my son speechless, so after lunch, I drove my wife and son to the shopping mall. Along the way, my son and wife sat in the back seat, my wife close by, but her movements were still relatively proper. I could even feel my son's desire to devour his petite and charming mother beside him.

Wanting to eat but not being able to, that's the loneliest feeling~ I hummed a little tune in my mind.

I stayed with my wife and son all afternoon. At one point, my son even asked my wife to take him to the restroom, which I accepted. Little rascal, trying to have some passion in a public restroom?

I was particularly happy today and bought myself a lot of things. Although my son also bought quite a lot and seemed very happy, that faint displeasure couldn't escape my notice.

For dinner, I took my wife and son to a Western restaurant in the shopping mall. I ordered my favorite T-bone steak and rum, and I've forgotten what they ordered. The meal was quite enjoyable. Okay, I admit my mentality is a bit twisted, but I'm happy with it.

Back home, I put down my bags and said, "I'm going to take a shower first, you guys can shower later." I

was exhausted after a long day, sweating a lot, and just wanted to relax with a shower.

But how could I forget about this mother and son? Looking at my son's slightly excited expression, I chuckled to myself.

I deliberately didn't bring a change of underwear into the bathroom, turned on the water, and started showering. So comfortable, so very comfortable. Water is truly a magical thing; it seems to really wash away all the fatigue.

About two minutes later, I opened the bathroom door and called out with a sly grin, "Honey, I forgot my underwear. Could you get it for me?"

"Okay, coming right up,"

came the voice as I expected from my son's room.

"Here you go," my wife handed me the underwear.

"Thank you, my dear wife," I said teasingly.

My wife smiled and turned away.

Fast! Very fast! I remembered a chapter in the first volume of the *Storm Riders* comic with the title "Swords are fast, arrows are fast, but I'm faster." That chapter described Nie Feng's incredibly fast Wind God Leg technique, but I felt my movements were incredibly fast. As a forty-year-old man, I still have a deep love for traditional martial arts. I finished showering in just another minute. I flung open the bathroom door with the air of a hero descending from heaven. Haha, I'm sure I've ruined my son's plans again.

My wife came out of our son's room. "Finished showering? I'm going to shower now."

I glanced at her; her clothes were intact, but the collar was a little wrinkled and the overall shape was slightly crooked. My analysis suggested she was about to do something but was interrupted. A sense of knowing everything welled up inside me. I went back to my room, put on a polo shirt and casual trousers, and went to my son's room.

"Dad," my son called out, his tone a little unnatural. Hehe, of course.

"Hmm." I sat down on my son's bed. "Son, study hard! If you need anything, just tell Dad, and Dad will buy it for you." I was sure I was being a kind and gentle person.

"I bought so many things today. I don't want anything else for now," my son said, pretending to be obedient.

Looking at his bed, I thought, what kind of bed is this? It's the bed where my wife and son made love.

"Okay, that's good." I pretended to pat my pockets. "Oh, I'm out of cigarettes. Dad's going to buy a carton; we've run out of cigarettes at home." There's no supermarket in the neighborhood; it's only a five or six-minute walk from outside. It'll take twenty minutes to go there and back.

When my son heard me say this, he showed a hint of surprise, but still said with concern, "Dad, you should smoke less if you don't have to."

"Okay."

I left the house, but after a few steps, I went back.

When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was my son coming out of his room. When he saw me, his expression was extremely unnatural; to me, it contained fear, surprise, and disappointment.

"Dad, why are you back again?"

"Walking this far will make me sweat, and it's not comfortable to sleep like this. I'll listen to you and stop twitching."

"Oh, okay."

The son pretended to walk to the living room, poured himself a glass of water, sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV.

A little while later, his wife came out, and the son hurriedly went into the bathroom.

"He probably wants to masturbate with his mother's underwear that she just changed out of," I guessed confidently.

It was late at night, and I was very satisfied with my day's achievements. Thinking of that unfilial son's unbearable sexual desire, I felt satisfied. What's wrong with me? Why do I have such twisted thoughts? But I feel like what I'm doing satisfies the deepest desires in my heart. Yes, all these years, I've always made sure to destroy anyone who openly or secretly opposes me. I'm a grown man; how could I not retaliate against such betrayal by my wife and children? I even planned to abandon them after my son finishes his college entrance exams, sending them plummeting into the abyss. This is an Oscar-worthy performance that even "Infernal Affairs" couldn't match. My sense of self-satisfaction is growing stronger.

My son is going back to school tomorrow, and thinking about how his desire is building up and he can't release it, I smiled—a sweet smile. Pshaw, sweet my foot! A grown man being sweet? Hehe.

Satisfied, I leaned onto my wife beside me.

"Didn't we just come yesterday? Why do you want it again today?"

"To strengthen our bond. Hehe."

"You're so naughty, you rascal."

I was probably a little tired today; I came in less than half an hour. Sweet, ugh, ugh, why is it sweet again? I must have drifted off to sleep comfortably.

I had a dream. I dreamt that I was like God, looking down upon the vast land, watching the heroic border guards, watching the working people sweating profusely, watching the rivers flow into the sea, watching all things grow. Of course, I also saw my beautiful wife and somewhat handsome son making love in an unknown hotel.

"Mmm, mmm, Mom~ So comfortable~ Are you comfortable~"

"Mmm, comfortable, mmm, oh, so comfortable."

The son's strong body kept thrusting, hoisting his mother's legs onto his shoulders.

The wife's not-so-full but very firm buttocks kept responding.

"Mom, so tight, so comfortable."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm." The wife didn't reply, just kept responding.

"Mom, is Dad's bigger or mine? Oh, oh~" The son asked, inserting the word twice.

"Your dad's bigger, but yours is more comfortable."

"Hmph, I'll fuck you, mmm, mmm~ mmm~ mmm~"

"Oh~ oh~ oh~"

As God in a dream, the wife's answer made me really want to praise her.

"Mmm." A groan full of reality pulled me back to reality.

What an eye-opener! It was still night, and the only light coming from the apartment building's security light was a faint glow.

"Are you kidding me? What will you do if your dad wakes up?" My wife's voice was barely audible.

"Mom, I can't take it anymore. Hmm~"

I felt the bed shake slightly.

Like a genius, I immediately understood what had happened. This bastard couldn't stand it in the middle of the night and came to our room to have sex with his mother. I was lying on my side, the blanket covering the lower half of my face, but I could still see what was happening around me.

The wife was not under the covers, but lying flat on her back, her hands supporting her son's shoulders, her legs spread in an M shape. She was still wearing her lace panties, but the crotch was pulled to one side, revealing a penis about 3 cm in diameter inserted inside. The son was not wearing underwear or a t-shirt, and was completely naked, pressing down on his wife, his hands supporting him on the bed, his lower body slowly making piston-like movements.

"Mmm..." The wife suppressed her moans very low. "Hurry up, or you'll be dead if your dad wakes up."

"Hoo~ Heh... hoo... heh... Mom, you're so good."

"You brat, where did you get the nerve? Aren't you afraid your dad will beat you to death?" "Afraid?

Of course I'm afraid, but suffocating is even worse."

"Mmm~ Mmm~"

"Oh~ Mmm~"

The extremely light moans of the man and woman continued for three or four minutes. Listening to these sounds, I felt a lot of bleeding from my lower body. My brain was constantly being bombarded by the stimulation. What a daring kid! He dares to do something so bold. It seems that abandoning you in the future was too lenient. It looks like I'll have to think of something else to torture you.

As she was thinking, she suddenly heard her son say, "Mom, we can't get out."

"What should we do?"

"Mom, let's get out of bed."

Saying this, her son pulled his wife off the bed and pointed to the low cabinet next to the bed, saying, "Mom, lie down here."

"Let's go to the toilet, it's safer there."

"No, I want to do it with you next to Dad, that way I can cum quickly."

"You, you, I don't know what you're thinking, ugh, you're really not afraid of death."

Despite saying that, his wife still lay down on the low cabinet, pulled her underwear down to her left ankle, lifted her buttocks, turned her head and said softly, "Come on, hurry up."

"Hmm." When her son came to his wife with his penis, he tsk tsk tsk, it was indeed not as big as mine, 3 cm in diameter, about 13 to 14 cm in length, still a bit different from mine.

The head of his penis rubbed against his wife's vaginal opening a few times before penetrating.

"Oh~" the son groaned with satisfaction.

"You're going to die, moan softly, don't wake your dad."

"Mmm~ mmm... mmm~ mmm~ I know," the son said in a low voice as he thrust in and out.

His wife's endurance was clearly much better, only occasionally letting out soft "uh~" sounds. Of course, if it were my big cock, I believe his wife wouldn't be able to hold back even if she wanted to.

The tranquility of the room made the sounds of flesh colliding "slap slap slap slap" all the more pronounced.

Sure enough, this scene was quite stimulating. After two minutes on the low cabinet, the son started to speed up, "Oh, oh oh~ I can't take it anymore, I'm coming."

After a dozen or so thrusts, the son lay on his wife's back.

"Alright, you little rascal?" the wife said, patting her son's back.

"Mmm, that feels so good, Mom."

"Really, go to sleep now."

"Okay."

The wife and son went out together, and after a while, the sound of water came from the bathroom. The wife was probably washing herself.

Half a minute later, the wife returned and lay down next to my still aroused body, and fell asleep.

Sleepless tonight…
Part Three: Wife's Farewell
※A loving mother moans beneath her crotch, a traveler presses down upon her. A secret tryst before departure, fearing the fire will not be quenched.※

Last night, I couldn't sleep. The sight of my wife and son having sex beside me made me feel as if I had lost myself. I believe I was angry, but when I squinted at this lustful mother and son making love beside the low cabinet, I was undeniably aroused, even imagining myself as the son, having sex with my wife, my own mother, beside my sleeping father (of course, I was awake at the time). I even thought that I, who could usually last half an hour, couldn't last ten minutes under such stimulating circumstances.

It's seven in the morning now. My wife slept soundly all night. As if she was exhausted, right? Such an affair must have left her physically and mentally exhausted. I gently caressed my wife's body, her small but firm breasts. I gently rubbed her nipple.

"Mmm~ You naughty rascal~ You're up so early in the morning~ No~ I'm a little tired~" my wife said coquettishly.

"Tired? How can I not be tired? Having an affair with our son in the middle of the night, who wouldn't be tired?" Thinking this, I pressed my body against my wife, unbuttoned her pajamas, gently bit her nipple, and my left hand skillfully teased her lower body.

"Mmm~ Mmm~ You naughty rascal, no~ Mmm~ Didn't we just do it the night before last?"

"You did it the night before last, can't we do it now?" I asked teasingly, but my left hand intensified its attack.

"Mmm~" My wife's thighs rubbed back and forth against my hand.

Gently, I pulled down my underwear, revealing my penis, which had been stimulated all night, and swayed it in front of my wife. She glanced at it, then her two delicate hands grasped my penis and began to stroke it up and down.

"That's enough, I want to come in," I said, spreading my wife's thighs apart. She instinctively released her hands, placing them on my waist. I guided my penis with my right hand, pressing it against her wet entrance, and slowly inserted it…

"Mmm…uh…" my wife gasped softly, closing her eyes. Her hands slid from her waist up to her chest, and her legs wrapped around my waist. My penis thrust in and out of her warm, wet vagina, while I squeezed and kneaded her not-so-full breasts.

"Mmm, mmm... oh... so hard so early in the morning, mmm... mmm... don't thrust so fast, I... I... mmm..." My wife moaned softly, probably afraid of waking our son if she was too loud. Although the room was soundproofed, it was still audible throughout the house if she was too loud.

"Hmph, last night you were afraid of waking me up and didn't dare make a sound. Now you're moaning so softly and afraid of waking our son. You slut, making love must be exhausting." I sneered inwardly, thinking about how my son had ejaculated inside his mother last night, and my emotions suddenly aroused. I increased the intensity of my thrusts.

"Mmm~~mmm~~mmm!! Oh~you rascal, don't...too~too hard~I~I~oh oh~~" My

wife kept moaning. Perhaps because it was morning, the feeling in my penis wasn't strong. Around eight o'clock, with a strong thrust, a stream of hot semen poured into my wife's vagina. My wife was covered in sweat and looked slightly exhausted.

"I'm going to die, you want to kill someone first thing in the morning."

"Yeah, I want to kill someone." I replied with a laugh.

After getting up, everything was pretty much the same as last week, the week before last, and the week before last. My wife was preparing lunch, my son was playing on the computer in his room, and I was watching TV in the living room.

My wife got dressed for the outing. "I'm going to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and beef."

"Okay," I replied perfunctorily.

Suddenly, my son came running out. "Mom, I'm going to the supermarket too! I'm out of shower gel and shampoo in my dorm."

"Just ask your mom to bring some," I said lazily, but I knew exactly what he was thinking.

"No, there are so many kinds of shampoo and shower gel, I'll just go and choose myself." He put on his shoes in the entryway and followed his mother, who was already waiting at the door.

"Bang." The door was gently closed by my son. I could almost picture the lewd look on his face outside.

Heh, this mother and son are quite something. They did it last night, and they're doing it again today. Anyway, they'll always find a chance if they want to. You can't completely stop them. I'll just kill them when the time comes.

I got dressed and put on my shoes, and about two minutes later, I went out to see what this mother dog and her puppies were up to. Haha, I realized my own twisted psychology was starting to creep in, but it was only a little bit, or so it seemed.

Finding a hotel nearby wasn't realistic; after all, it would be awkward if I ran into someone I knew at the hotel. So where would I go? A public restroom in the nearby park for some passionate encounter? But what if someone went to the restroom and it turned into a "restroom incident"? Perhaps the garage was a good option.

I walked towards the garage, which was at the back of the building. I walked out of the building, turned a corner, and there it was. Because we have two cars, one for myself and one for my wife, we bought two garages when we bought the house. The two garages are adjacent. Not far away, a mother and son were outside the wife's garage. The wife was opening the garage door, and the son's hand was already restlessly stroking his mother's waist. After opening the garage door, the wife cautiously looked around and saw me walking towards them. She was clearly taken aback and tugged at her somewhat frivolous son. When the son saw me, he obviously behaved himself.

As I approached, my wife spoke first: "Hey~ why did you come down?"

"I just got a call, I have some urgent business at work. Why did you drive over even though the supermarket is so close?"

"Yeah, I was worried I had a lot of stuff, so I drove over."

"Oh, I see. I'll go ahead then. It's not a big deal, but it's pretty urgent."

"Okay. Go ahead then."

"Okay."

I opened the garage door, and before I got in, my wife specifically came over and asked, "Are you coming back for lunch?"

"I'll be right back, I'll come back for lunch."

"Oh, okay." Then she went back to drive.

I drove off first, and after a while, I realized my wife's car wasn't on the street in the neighborhood. I guessed where it was, parked in the parking lot next to the neighborhood park, and hurried back to the garage.

The garage door was closed, but a closer listen revealed someone inside.

"Mom, Dad's car left a few minutes ago, and the garage door is closed now, so let's go."

"Tianqing, didn't we do it once last night? Why do you want it again now? It's not good for your health, you know?"

"I was in a rush to finish last night, so I didn't really enjoy it. I'll be gone for several days this time, I'm going to be so pent up. Besides, Mom and Dad did it this morning, and I can't stand the sounds." The son said with a hint of coquettishness.

"Did I yell that loud this morning?"

"No, I came here to eavesdrop~"

"You, really. Your dad's at work. How about we buy the stuff and do it in your room? It's not appropriate to do it here."

"No, what if Dad's home when we get back? Let's do it now."

"Um... um... wait, don't be in such a hurry..."

It seems they've started. I gently opened my garage door, squeezed myself inside, and then lowered it again. Because both garage doors belong to my brother, when they installed the garage lights, the wires ran through the wall, and the hole was about 4 centimeters in diameter. So through this hole with the wires, I could see what was happening in the garage next door.

The wife was kneeling behind the car, her trousers and underwear pulled down to her left ankle, her right shoe seemingly just removed and placed directly on a classic leather shoe. Her buttocks were raised, and her knitted sweater and lace bra were rolled up to her chest. Behind her, her son was squatting, licking his mother's vulva, his hands kneading her not-so-full but pert buttocks. Gradually, the wife's face flushed, and her lower body began to writhe. She turned to her son and said, "That's enough, but don't ejaculate inside, it'll be bad if your underwear gets dirty."

The son stood up and obediently said, "I'm ready." He took out a package from his pocket, probably condoms. Good heavens, this little guy even carries this thing with him. The son hurriedly tore open the condom and handed it to his mother, saying as he unbuckled his belt, "Mom, help me put it on."

The wife turned around and squatted down, looking at the already erect penis, rubbed it with her hand, skillfully put on the condom, then turned around and lay down on the car.

The son held the penis against his mother's labia, then thrust his hips forward.

"Mmm..." the wife moaned softly.

"Mom, so wet and so comfortable~ Mmm... Oh..." The son thrust his genitals back and forth, occasionally pinching his mother's buttocks or breasts.

"Mmm...mmm...oh...Tianqing, mmm~oh...still so impatient~mmm...ah...ah~ah..."

"Mom, it feels so good~ I love fucking you the most...Mom, you're so good..."

"Ah...ah...ah...who else is good if Mom isn't good~oh..."

"Slap slap slap slap slap..." The sound of flesh colliding came from one garage to another.

"Mmm~ah...mmm...Tianqing, harder...mmm...yes...mmm..."

The son moved with all his might, and gradually, his legs began to tremble.

"Mmm, Mom, it feels so good."

"Mmm...mmm...is it good?"

"Good."

"Mmm~ah...ah..."

After a few minutes of wildness, the son slowed down and began to control the rhythm.

"Slap...slap...slap~"

"Mmm...oh...mmm...mmm~"

The collision of flesh and the screams of the soul intertwined into a forbidden symphony.

Gradually, the son's movements became more vigorous, and his mother's moans became even more alluring.

About 15 minutes later, the son ejaculated, collapsing limply onto his mother's back. After a while, the son pulled out his limp penis, removed the condom, and his mother opened her bag, took out tissues to wipe their genitals, and wrapped the condom inside the tissues.

Mother and son embraced each other against the car, their upper bodies still clothed, but their lower bodies still in their ankles.

"Mom, we have a sports meet this Thursday and Friday."

"Okay."

"No classes, you can leave the school, but you can't go home. Mom, come see me."

"No."

"Please, Mom..." He reached out and kneaded his wife's breasts through her clothes.

"Alright, alright, we'll see. If you can come, then come."

"Mwah~ Mom's the best~"

After a while, the mother and son tidied their clothes, opened the garage door, and drove to the supermarket.
IV. Sports Meet
After my wife and son returned from the supermarket, they saw that I was already home. My son said, "Dad, you're back." "

Yeah, things were a bit urgent, but we resolved them quickly."

My wife and son carried shopping bags and walked towards the kitchen.

"Luckily I was smart; I told him Dad might come back before us," my son whispered to his mother, but I could still hear him. His mother reached out and ruffled his hair. "You, really."

After lunch, because we had a lot of stuff, I drove my son back to school. Along the way, he sat quietly in the back seat, chatting with me every now and then. I reminded him to study hard, and he obediently agreed.

"Is your sports meet coming up soon?" I asked deliberately.

"Huh? Oh, yes, this Thursday and Friday. Dad, how did you know?"

"Dad went to school for many years, you know? Sports meets are usually held around this time."

"Oh, I see. I signed up for the 200 meters."

"That's great! Do you want Dad to come cheer you on?"

"Huh? No, no, I'd rather not. Dad, you're so busy and tired, and the 200 meters only has preliminary and final rounds, it'll be over soon. If you come, you won't get to watch for long." My son answered a little anxiously.

"Oh, I wasn't even sure I'd come. Since it's so boring, I won't."

"Okay." My son's reassured mood couldn't fool me, but he thought he hadn't shown it.

After returning from school, it was just the two of us at home again. Although it seemed the same as usual, it felt completely different. Thinking about what's happened recently, I don't even know what I really want to achieve. I'm an ambitious and vengeful man, and I've gradually come to understand that a happy family is also a way for me to demonstrate my abilities and value. But now, there's a lot of turmoil at home. Some things can be changed, but some things can only be destroyed!

Wednesday night arrived quickly. Lying in bed, I noticed my wife's mood was a little different tonight. Although it wasn't obvious, perhaps I knew beforehand that she would be having sex with our son the next day, and I was aware of her behavior. I've been making love to my wife every night for the past few days, leaving her somewhat exhausted. This kind of physical exertion is quite a burden for someone as busy as me, but it might be because, in my mind, something that belongs to me and should only belong to me has been shared with the person I least want to touch.

So subconsciously, I wanted to show my strength. Just like the past few days, I used both hands simultaneously. This time, my wife resisted somewhat and said coquettishly, "You rascal, you've been so rough every day these past few days, it's not good for your health. Let's skip it today."

"What, don't you like your man anymore?" I teased with a smile.

"No, you're too tired during the day, let's not do it every night."

"Your man is Superman, sweetie~"

My wife, realizing she couldn't refuse me, began to reciprocate, her petite body sucking at my desire. Such a beautiful young woman; for a moment, I felt a pang of envy for my son. To be able to have physical intercourse with such a mother must be such a blissful thing.

Thinking that perhaps my wife wouldn't go to our son's school after several days of exhausting sex, I began my usual gentle yet forceful thrusting. "Mmm~ Oh... Oh... Oh... You... You devil... Mmm... You're so amazing every day..."

Tonight was another night of exhaustion for my wife.

The next day at noon, I was able to go home and saw that my wife was still there.

"Oh, why are you back?"

"I came to change my clothes. This shirt got spilled with coffee this morning, and the ones at work haven't been washed."

"Oh, have you eaten?" "

No, don't bother cooking. Let's go out for lunch."

"Okay, sure~ Let's go on a romantic date~"

"Hehe." Looking at my wife, who could still be so affectionate, I really wanted to pity her.

We had lunch at a Western restaurant. My wife and I don't like steak; we felt uncomfortable eating such a large piece of beef. However, the pasta and some Western pastries were very much to our liking. The two of us, in a slightly romantic mood, ate our meal in the restaurant.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"Hmm, I'm having dinner with your dad." "Did you finish the 200 meters? Did you get a place?" "Oh, sixth in the finals, that's good, you made it to the finals." "Hmm, don't let the sports meet mess up your schedule. You still need to eat dinner and go to bed on time tonight, okay?" "Want to chat with Dad for a bit?" "Oh, okay, bye-bye~" "It's

my son calling. He told me he ran sixth in the finals of the sports meet."

"Hmm, that's good. It's good to have a healthy body. You don't need to worry about getting a place or anything like that." I said to my wife with gentle eyes.

"Yes, haha. Eat up~"

I took a bite of noodles and said, "Our son is still closer to you, he doesn't even give his father an update."

"No, our son is afraid you're busy and doesn't want to bother you," my wife said, her tone slightly comforting, yet almost joking.

After lunch, I went back to my workplace, and of course, my wife was exhausted that night. It

was Friday. In the morning, while I was in bed, my wife said that our son might be tired after the sports meet, so she would go pick him up. I asked what time the sports meet ended, and my wife said, "Our son said there's an awards ceremony in the afternoon, it ends around 3 pm."

I replied, "Okay, I know," and got up.

Around 10 am, I called home, but no one answered. It seemed my wife had already gone to our son's school. I arranged some things at work and didn't drive my own car, but instead took the company car. On the way, I passed a men's clothing store and went in to buy a light trench coat. Although it was a bit pretentious, I still thought it would be better to wear something new.

When we arrived at the movie theater near the school, there was a large parking lot there. I looked around and saw my wife's car, but no one was inside. I didn't go out to look for my son and wife because I knew there weren't many opportunities for them to have sex at the school, and going out would only make me miss them. I chose to wait.

About twenty minutes later, my wife and son arrived. My son was holding my wife's hand, laughing and joking. Today, my wife was wearing a long-sleeved trench coat, somewhat like a dress, with tight leather pants and a pair of low-heeled ankle boots, making her look like a charming young woman under 35. After the car started moving, I followed at a distance.

After driving for about fifteen minutes, we arrived at a residential area that wasn't very commercially developed. We parked in the parking lot behind a not-so-small hotel called "Yixing Hotel." The two of them got out and went inside. After they entered, I parked my car and looked across the street. I saw my wife checking in at the front desk, while my son sat in the lobby. After a while, she got her room key, greeted my son, and then they went into the elevator together.

Watching them go into the elevator, I entered the hotel.

"Sir, do you have a reservation or would you like to check in now?"

"Which room did that lady check in?"

"Uh… this…" The receptionist looked somewhat embarrassed and at a loss.

I quietly pulled out ten hundred-yuan bills and handed them over, whispering, "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen."

"Uh..." After a moment's hesitation, the receptionist quickly put the stack of money into her pocket. "Room 417, sir."

"Is there an empty room next door? I want the next door, not the one across from it."

"Is room 419 okay, sir?"

I paid, took a room key, and quickly went into the elevator.

Room 419 was a fairly spacious room. I observed that the TV was in a wall-mounted TV cabinet, so I moved it aside. Although the various cables behind the TV were a bit tangled, I managed to handle them well.

The hotel rooms weren't very soundproof to begin with, but I could already hear sounds coming from room 417, though I couldn't make out what they were. A sense of urgency rose within me, and I quickly grabbed my Swiss Army knife and started digging a hole in the wall. Sure enough, the hotel walls weren't very strong; digging a hole wasn't difficult. The wall behind the TV cabinet was less than 15cm thick. After digging a hole about 2cm in diameter, I could see what was happening inside room 417.

The TV cabinet was positioned about 30 degrees in front of the bed next to me. The sound became clear, and the picture appeared. The two people on the bed were naked. The wife's clothes were neatly arranged on the chair next to them, but the son's clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor.

The couple on the bed were in a traditional position. The wife's legs were wrapped around her son's waist, and the son's body was pressed against his mother's. His left hand would occasionally squeeze his mother's breast, while his right hand was used for balance. His lower body swayed back and forth rhythmically. His mother's hands would sometimes support her son's chest and touch it, sometimes grab the sheets next to her, or sometimes put her right index finger in her mouth and bite it.

"Mmm~ Mom...so wet and slippery, it feels so good~ Mom, are you comfortable?"

"Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm...comfortable~"

"Slap slap slap slap~ The sounds of a man and woman having sex continued, making the seemingly quiet room seem filled with lust.

"Mom...oh...oh...Mom...so comfortable."

"Mmm, mmm...Mom, I love doing it with you the most...mmm...oh..."

"Mom...why do you moan so subtly, so different from the women in the movies~mmm~oh..."

"Mom...I feel so good...let's do it longer today~oh..." The son kept thrusting his genitals, uttering lewd words to his mother without restraint.

"Mmm...oh...oh...uh...oh..." "Ah...oh...ah...comfortable..." "Mmm, harder, oh..." The wife simply moaned softly.

Perhaps because he had been holding back for too long, less than five minutes after I saw them having sex, the son started to exert himself, thrusting violently for 20 seconds before ejaculating. He lay on top of his mother, panting, occasionally licking her breasts. A little while later, the son pulled his penis out of his mother's body, still with the condom on, removed it, and threw it into the trash can next to the bed. The son lay on his side next to his mother, then placed his right leg on top of her, his left hand behind his head, his right hand touching his mother's breasts, and occasionally kissing her arm.

His mother patted his head and said lovingly, "You, don't think about these things every day. You need to study hard, okay? Also, don't argue with others, okay?"

"Okay, Mom, I'm very good. I didn't argue in junior high or high school. I love Mom the most. Hehe~"

"You, oh..."

After more than ten minutes, the son's hands and feet started to move more vigorously.

"Why are you hard again?"

"Mom, let's do it again. Let's do it longer this time. I just came because I had been holding back for a few days."

"Oh, this child, I'll let you feel good today. Don't do it when you get home, okay? It's too dangerous."

"Okay, Mom." The son replied as he rolled over and pressed down on his mother.

The two were engaged in a passionate kiss, the son's hands roaming freely over his mother's body.

"Mom, mount me, it feels so good."

"No, it's too lewd, that position. And, and I don't have much energy today."

"How is it lewd? How can you not have energy? Oh? Mom, were you and Dad doing it too intensely?"

"You, can we not mention your dad when we're doing this?"

Seeing his mother's slightly angry expression, the son stopped talking and didn't mention the position.

"Mom, I'm coming in."

"Hmm, wait a minute~" As she spoke, his mother reached into her bag and took out a condom.

"Mom, it's uncomfortable with a condom on."

"No, it's not good if you ejaculate inside. You didn't listen last weekend and ejaculated inside."

"Mom, you have an IUD, it's okay."

"An IUD isn't 100% safe, sweetie, put on a condom, mmm... umm... umm..."

Before his mother could finish speaking, the son thrust his penis into her vagina. Because they had just made love, his wife's genitals were very wet and slippery, making penetration easy.

"Mmm... Oh... You child~ Hmm... Oh... Why... Why are you so disobedient~"

"Mom... It feels so good not wearing a condom. With a condom, it feels like there's something between us. Without a condom, it feels so much better. My penis rubs against your vaginal muscles without any barrier. It feels so good~" The son said, while trying to please his mother by thrusting his penis in and out of her vagina with all his might.

"Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm..." the mother moaned softly. "This child, if I were to say now...oh...mmm...say that it's time for you to cum...oh...oh...cum...cum outside...mmm...mmm...you'd disobey...mmm...oh...cum inside...oh...oh..."

"Mom...I'm being good...mmm...don't think so much, just make love comfortably...oh..." As he spoke, the son thrust in and out four or five times forcefully, then slowed down, wrapped his arms around his mother's back, lifted her upper body, and kissed her lips. His lower body slowed down, and after a while, the wet kisses parted, and his lower body began to thrust rapidly again.

"Mmm~mmm...oh...oh..." Perhaps because the rhythm suddenly quickened, the mother couldn't help but moan, her voice a little louder than before.

"Oh~ Oh... Oh... Hmm... Oh..." They held this position for about five or six minutes before the son laid his wife flat on the bed again. He opened her two fair, taut legs that were wrapped around his waist, hoisted them onto his shoulders, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and leaned forward, pressing his upper body against hers. His legs arched, and he rapidly swayed his hips back and forth, his penis thrusting in and out of her wet, beautiful vagina, the veins on his erect penis bulging, before disappearing back into her.

"Oh~ Oh... Oh... Hmm... Oh... Beautiful..." His wife's moans grew louder.

"Hmm... Mom, are you going to orgasm? I've done this with you so many times and I've never made you orgasm. This time I'll make you feel amazing." His already forceful penis thrust even harder.

"Oh...oh...this time it's so...so comfortable...oh...oh...I'm almost there..."

"Mmm, Mom, I'm feeling it too~"

"Oh...oh...Tianqing...oh...son...mmm...oh...comfortable..." "Ah...oh...oh...oh...mmm...son, Mom's coming soon~ oh..." "Mmm...oh...oh...son, Mom, Mom's coming..." The mother's waist began to twist forcefully.

"Oh...Mom, I'm coming too~ Together...oh..."

"Mmm...mmm...together...oh...mmm..."

The two connected bodies twisted wildly, reaching orgasm together.

Watching my wife and son next door for half an hour, I also had an erection for half an hour. At this moment, the surge of sexual desire overwhelmed my anger, and I could feel my breathing becoming a little faster.

My wife rested in bed for a while, then got up to take a shower. My son was still lying in bed. Seeing my wife go to the bathroom, he moved closer to where she had slept, inhaling her lingering scent a few times before closing his eyes contentedly.

Seeing this lewd scene temporarily concluded, I also went to the bathroom to take a shower and calm myself down.

When I came out, my wife was already dressed, and my son wasn't in bed anymore; he must have gone to take a shower. So I got up and left, driving back to work. After work, I drove home in my own car. The aroma of dinner filled the air; my wife had already prepared three or four dishes.

"Dad, you're home!" my son called out obediently.

"Hmm, the weather's fine now, son~ Was the sports meet fun?"

"It was really fun, hee hee~"

"That's good."

Looking at my son's obedient and innocent face, I wasn't thinking like a loving father. "How can I make you and your son suffer like hell?" I thought darkly.
V. My Son's Indian God Oil
After my wife brought my son home from the sports meet, life went on. Whether it was mine or everyone else's. While planning how to get revenge, I lived a "warm" life with my wife and son. The revenge plan had a rough outline, but the day to pull the strings would be around the time my son finished his college entrance exams. So, the road ahead is long and arduous, and a true man's revenge will take another two or three years~ (The truth won't be revealed anytime soon, so there are still many chapters of mother-son drama to write, hehe~)

Dinner was quite plentiful, which was a bit of a challenge for my wife, after all the physical labor last night and this afternoon, she still had to cook so many dishes. My son ate with great relish~ praising how good his mother's cooking was, he ate like a glutton, three big bowls of rice and most of the dishes, and my wife seemed very happy.

In the evening, my son locked himself in his room as usual, maybe playing games, maybe going on sex. When no one's home, I've also searched my son's room, pried open that drawer secured with a simple padlock, and found some love letters from young girls and his little stash of over two thousand yuan. Unfortunately, I didn't find anything like "Mother's Diary" or "Reflections on Sex with Mom," nor any condoms. He probably keeps them in his backpack.

My son always clears his computer's browsing history after leaving, but why is the icon for the "Taobao Homepage" URL in his bookmarks a red fire with a yellow cow character inside? How could your dad not recognize such a familiar icon?

My son's hard drive is well-hidden with Japanese porn, but do you know that searching for "AV" lets your dad know your computer is full of mature women? Such heavy tastes!

Looking at my son's closed bedroom door, I sat in the living room watching TV and thought about many things, things that were far-reaching and terrifying…

That night, my wife went to bed early, seemingly not wanting to make love to me. After I got into bed, she seemed to be fast asleep. When I tried to shake her, she mumbled, “I'm not doing it tonight, I'm so tired and sleepy.”

You think you can take advantage of me after you were tired from playing with our son this afternoon? You're overthinking it.

I gently turned my wife, who was facing away from me, over and gently pressed myself against her. My wife opened her eyes, revealing a helpless expression, as if she wanted to say something. But my lips immediately pressed against hers; still so soft, so fragrant. My lower body rubbed against her thighs through her underwear, and without realizing it, her legs parted. He easily removed his own pajamas, and with equal ease, his wife's lace lingerie, everything going smoothly. His lower body continued to rub against hers, his erect penis yearning to burst through the two layers of underwear.

His wife's vaginal opening felt the heat of his powerfully erect penis through the two layers of fabric, and her lower body began to writhe involuntarily. Gradually, his penis sensed the moisture, and its owner cleanly and efficiently removed the two barriers between them, the glans entering her vagina. "Mmm..." his wife let out a soft moan.

I looked at our connected lower bodies, imagining how this afternoon my son had used the same method to penetrate my wife, now beneath me, inch by inch, just as he had with his mother. I thrust hard, and most of my thick penis went in. "Mmm..." my wife cried out again.

Slowly, I thrust in and out, gradually moving my entire large penis in and out of her vagina.

"Mmm~" Pleasant, comfortable breaths escaped my wife's lips, and with each thrust and rub of my penis inside her vagina, the rhythm of her moans began to match the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Slap~ Slap~ Slap~ Slap~."

"Mmm~ Hmm~ Mmm~ Oh~"

Looking at the place where my lower body was connected to my wife's, I remembered that this afternoon my son had used his penis to go in and out of this vagina, the second time without even a condom, his naked penis tightly inserted into his mother's vagina, the vaginal muscles contracting and sucking, the most private parts of man and woman touching as mother and son, finally ejaculating thick semen into his mother's vagina during orgasm.

Thinking about the wonderful sensations my son was experiencing, and feeling a mix of anger and envy, I unconsciously thrust my hips even more violently.

"Ah...ah...you rascal, I can't take it anymore~ Ah...I'm coming...I'm coming~!!!" With my wife's soft moans, I felt a warm, wet sensation inside her vagina; she had climaxed.

"Oh~ Oh~ you rascal...take a break~ Oh~" My wife's climax didn't affect my rhythm; the initial sensation was unstoppable, and the rhythmic "slap slap slap" of our intercourse continued.

"Mmm...mmm...you rascal, you're so amazing~mmm..." My wife gradually recovered from the exhaustion of her climax and once again entered the role of enjoying herself.

In the room, moans, gasps, and sounds of intercourse mingled. Finally, during my wife's third orgasm, I ejaculated my hot semen into her vagina. The union of body and soul reached its climax, and the two of us embraced on the bed. Looking at my frail wife in my arms, I wondered if the mother in the incestuous relationship was really my wife. Unfortunately, reality was still so stark…

The morning sunlight couldn't penetrate the thick curtains, and in the dimly lit room, the man had woken up very early. My wife was truly exhausted. Usually, she would be making breakfast by now, but now she was still fast asleep in my arms. Even as a mother, she would still nuzzle her face against my chest like a child. My heart ached, truly.

I got up and took a shower first, and my wife followed suit, starting to prepare lunch. Yes, there was no breakfast today. I went to my son's room when I got up this morning; it seems he won't be up until noon. I went to the study to go online, read some news, and looked for movies but couldn't find anything interesting. Before I knew it, it was noon.

Lunch was rather bland, as if foreshadowing a bland day. In the afternoon, my wife and I went shopping for some warm clothes. My son stayed in his room all afternoon; he rarely goes out with his classmates on weekends—you could say he's a bit of a homebody.

Dinner was bland again, and so was the night. I put my wife to bed early, watched her fall asleep quickly, and then I fell asleep too.

Nothing happened overnight…

My wife was quite angry early in the morning, but also seemed very energetic. She went to the supermarket early to buy groceries. My son and I didn't wake up until after nine o'clock. Around nine-thirty, my wife returned with the groceries, along with three bowls of congee, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns. The three of us ate breakfast together, watched some boring TV in the living room, flipped through the newspapers we subscribed to, and ate some fruit from the coffee table. It was almost 11 o'clock when my wife went into the kitchen to start preparing lunch.

“Mom, I see you bought celery, let me help you pick it,” my son said, following his mother into the kitchen and closing the frosted glass sliding door. To prevent kitchen fumes from entering other rooms, we usually close the frosted glass door while cooking.

Hehe, this little guy couldn't resist again. After a while, I tiptoed to the kitchen door. Through the frosted glass, I could still see the blurry outline inside.

My son was hugging his mother from behind, his lower body twisting. He was probably rubbing his penis against his wife's buttocks through her pants.

"Don't touch me like that. Didn't I tell you on Friday that you should behave when you're home? You're not listening, are you?" my wife said.

"Mom, I feel uncomfortable, so uncomfortable. You and Dad were so intense and loud on Friday night. Even with the good soundproofing, I could hear everything. I've been so pent up these past two days." My son's voice sounded like he was trying to appease his mother. As he spoke, he reached his left hand to his mother's breast and started kneading it.

"You're getting bolder and bolder, aren't you? More and more reckless, aren't you?!"

Sensing his mother's anger, the son pulled away from her and began picking vegetables. After a while, perhaps feeling sorry for her son's aggrieved expression, she said, "Alright, alright, we'll talk about it after lunch."

The son, as if receiving a great reward, hugged his mother and turned back to picking vegetables.

Heh, after lunch? Are you two going to do something shady again? Seeing that nothing was going to happen for the time being, I walked back to the living room from the kitchen door.

After a while, the son came out of the kitchen with a big smile and went back to his room.

At lunchtime, my son was very lively and seemed to be in a good mood. My wife also looked at him lovingly, telling him about things that happened at school, especially the sports day. Although she had told him some of those stories yesterday, today's were clearly more interesting.

After lunch, everything was uneventful. My wife didn't suggest going to the supermarket or anything; she quietly helped my son pack his clothes and tidied up the house.

Around 3 p.m., my son came into the living room with his schoolbag on his back and my wife with her handbag on her shoulder. "I'll take our son to school today."

"I should take him. You've been busy all day; you should rest at home."

"It's okay, it's not tiring work. You have to go to work tomorrow, so I'll take him."

I didn't have any other reason, so I agreed.

About five minutes after my wife and son left, I left the house and went to the garage. I gently opened my garage door and went inside, only to find that the garage next door was empty and the car was gone. Where could they have gone? After thinking it over, I decided to go check the hotel we'd visited before. Thinking this, I drove to the "Yixing Hotel" near my son's school.

About forty minutes later, I arrived at the parking lot behind the Yixing Hotel. I didn't drive too fast, afraid that if I got too close, the mother and son would see me. I parked in a corner and looked around the parking lot; it wasn't very big. When I saw my wife's familiar car, I felt a slight sense of loss, but mostly I was confident in my judgment.

I went into the hotel and went to the front desk. Coincidentally, it was the same lady from last time.

The receptionist seemed to recognize me immediately. She smiled awkwardly and took a room key from the counter. "Same place as always," she said, her tone both friendly and slightly embarrassed.

I took out my wallet, ID, and 500 yuan. The receptionist blushed as she accepted the money and registered me. I could tell she wasn't angry that I had 500 yuan less than last time; I even felt a hint of goodwill. How strange.

With the room key, I went into the elevator. Still 419? What a coincidence! Or did the receptionist deliberately put us in 417? I kept speculating in my mind. Soon I arrived at room 419, swiped my card to enter, closed the door, and moved the TV. Conveniently, no need to dig another hole; the hole was still there.

It was a bit hot, so I took off my coat and put it on the bed before going to the small opening. The room next door was clearly visible. It seemed the mother and son hadn't been in the room long; they were sitting on the left edge of the bed, undressing, not yet passionately kissing as they did so. The wife folded each garment neatly and placed it on the chair beside her, but the son was in a hurry, crumpling his clothes and throwing them on the floor.

"Why are you in such a rush? You can't even take your clothes off properly," the wife said, looking at her son.

"Mom, I was holding it in, so I was a little impatient," the son said with a grin. Soon he was completely naked, down to his underwear, his hot penis already erect. His wife was only wearing a dark purple bra and her trousers were off.

The son, somewhat impatiently, reached out to stroke his wife's thighs. "Wait, let me take my clothes off first," his wife said, unhooking her bra and placing it on top of her folded clothes. When her two firm breasts were presented to her son, he couldn't resist any longer, grabbing his wife and pulling her down onto the bed.

"Hmm, don't rush, wait until Mom takes off her underwear," his wife said, feeling the intense desire of her son pressing against her.

The mother and son pulled down their underwear, their naked bodies laid out on the bed. The son's lips lightly touched his mother's body, kissing her gently, like a dragonfly skimming the water, making his wife's whole body heat up.

Gradually, the son took his mother's right breast into his mouth, his right hand kneading her left breast, while his left hand was not idle either, reaching down to his mother's genitals to tease her vulva. Sometimes he rubbed her labia, sometimes he pinched her clitoris, and sometimes he would insert his middle finger into her vagina and thrust it in and out a few times. The mother was aroused and her whole body twisted and turned, her left hand constantly stroking her son's hot back, while her right hand grasped her son's penis and moved it back and forth.

Almost ten minutes later, "Tian Qing, come in, mom wants it." The wife said, pushing her son's body up, opening her legs and wrapping them around his waist.

"Yes." The son responded, straightened up, and held his cock in preparation for entry.

"Wait!" The wife, who was already a little confused, interrupted her son's actions, "Let's wear a condom."

The son seemed to have thought of something, and said with a smile: "Mom, we are not going to use condoms today, let's use something good." Then he reached to the bedside, took out a box from his schoolbag, opened the box, and inside there was a small bottle of something like a sprayer.

"What is this?" the wife asked after looking at it.

"Indian magic oil, with this I guarantee that you will be comfortable as hell." The son said a little proudly.

"Won't this stuff be bad for your health? Maybe we shouldn't use it," the wife seemed hesitant. "

Mom, it's okay. This just temporarily makes my penis less sensitive, so it can stay erect for longer." As he spoke, the son sprayed it on his erect penis a few times and then spread it evenly.

Good heavens, this little rascal is using this to make it last longer with his mother.

The son spread his wife's legs, adjusted his penis, and tried to penetrate her.

"No, let's use

a condom," the wife suggested, but it was only a symbolic protest. As expected, the son seemed not to hear her and pushed the head of his penis into his mother's vagina.

"Ugh~" The feeling of the hot, throbbing penis entering her body made the wife cry out, "Mmm~ Yes~ In a little more~ Yes, mmm~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~" With the wife's moans, the son inserted his penis inch by inch into his wife's body until the entire penis was inside her vagina, and then began to thrust.

"Oh~ Oh... Mom, it feels so good... I wish I could do it with you every day~"

"Mmm... Oh... Oh..." the wife moaned, "You little devil, oh... you're not using a condom again. Even though I have an IUD, it's not entirely safe~ Oh oh~"

"Mom, using a condom and not using a condom are completely different~ Oh~" the son said while thrusting into his mother's vagina, "With a condom, my penis is inside the condom, and Mom's vagina is gripping the condom. Our pleasure is transmitted through squeezing the condom, oh~ Oh..."

"Mmm... Oh... then... oh... what about without a condom?~ Ah..." the wife asked while moaning.

"Without a condom, my penis is completely in contact with Mom's most private little hole. The folds and creases of Mom's vaginal walls are constantly rubbing against my penis, secreting love juice that sticks to my penis. Oh~ Oh~ Mom... why is your little hole suddenly so tight~ Oh~ So good~ I want to ejaculate inside Mom's vagina, let it stay inside Mom's vagina and be absorbed! Oh~" As he spoke, the son's penis thrust in and out even faster.

"Oh... ah... so fast... so good..." The wife moaned with her eyes closed, looking ecstatic.

"Pop... pop..." The son sometimes thrust in and out quickly, the viscosity of the vaginal fluid amplifying the sound of his penis going in and out of the little hole.

"Slap~ Slap~ Slap~ Slap~" The son pulled his penis out until only the glans was inside her vagina, then forcefully thrust it in until the base of his penis reached the entrance.

Watching from behind a wall, my mouth went dry; I even wished I were the son, able to have sex with such a beautiful mother.

About five minutes passed.

"Tianqing... quick... Mom's coming~" the wife said, convulsing.

Good heavens, she climaxed in just five minutes; the son's lewd words seemed to have a big effect.

"Mom, was it good?"

"Coming! Coming! Mmm... uh...!"

The wife didn't answer her son's question, only moaning ecstatically.

"Huff~ Huff..." As the wife's breathing gradually calmed down, the climax passed.

"It's been so long since I've had such a quick orgasm."

"Mom, was it good?"

"Mmm~"

"Mom, am I good?"

"You~ Ugh~"

"Mom, am I good or not?" The son asked with a grin, his lower body starting to thrust forcefully again.

"Mmm...ah...good...oh..." With the son's thrusting, the wife unconsciously made sounds again. Lying on the bed with her hair down, she looked at her son with a somewhat affectionate expression, watching him hug her thighs, his hips thrusting forcefully, sending his penis into her vagina.

About 10 minutes later, the son pulled his penis out. "Oh...oh...hmm?? Tianqing, what's wrong?" Clearly, she had suddenly lost something from the physical pleasure, and the wife looked at her son in confusion and asked.

"Mom, let's change positions." The son placed his hand on his wife's waist, intending to roll her over. His wife understood and rolled over onto her stomach. He pulled her towards him, causing her buttocks to rise. He smoothed the pubic hair, damp with her vaginal fluids, and, holding his penis, thrust in.

"Mmm..." his wife groaned, "Oh...oh...oh..." With each thrust of his penis, her moans began to sing. After about two hundred thrusts, the son reached out and pulled his wife's right hand, causing her head to shift from facing the bed to facing the wall. Her chest stopped, and her disheveled hair swayed with the movement of their bodies.

The son put his left hand on his hip, and his thrusting became faster. Peeking through the opening, I saw my son squatting on the bed, while my wife, his mother, was bent over, her buttocks raised, letting his penis go in and out of her vagina. The son held his mother's hand as if he were holding a horse's reins; it could be said that his wife was truly being "ridden" by him.

The son seemed to enjoy this conqueror's position and felt a great sense of accomplishment, maintaining this position for about 20 minutes.

"Oh... um... oh... Tianqing, this time... oh... how come you're so amazing this time? It's been over half an hour, are you still not going to cum? Mom feels like Mom is about to come again."

The son behind her thrust passionately...

"Oh... Mom... almost there... I'm happy too..."

After another 5 minutes, their breathing became rapid.

"Oh...Mom...your pussy is getting tighter, is it coming?...Oh..."

"Mmm...coming...oh...coming...son...faster..."

"Mmm...Mom...let's...oh..."

As their moans grew shorter, the son released his right hand and used both hands to support his wife's waist, helping him thrust harder. "Oh...ah..."

"Mom...I'm coming...!"

With their seemingly frenzied intercourse, they reached their climax.

"Oh...uh...uh..."

After the climax, they remained in that position for about 20 seconds before lying on the bed together, panting heavily.

I felt exhausted too, so I lay down on the bed to rest for a while.

A few minutes later, my phone vibrated. I picked it up and saw it was my wife calling. I answered, "Hello, honey, what's up?"

"Well, after I dropped Tianqing off at school, I helped him tidy up his dorm. I won't have time to cook when I get back, so I'm planning to take our son out to a restaurant near the school. You can go out and eat by yourself, okay?" My wife said gently.

"Okay, I know."

"Don't forget to eat, okay?"

"Okay, when are you coming back?"

I said, holding the phone, as I walked to the small door and looked into the next room.

My wife was leaning against the pillows on the bed in the next room, talking to me on the phone, while our son lay beside her, his left hand gently caressing her breast.

"I'll be home around seven, um..." With a slightly unusual sound from his wife, his son from the next room suddenly pressed down on top of her. Although they were covered by a blanket, it was clear he had spread her legs and thrust himself inside her.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Ah? I was on the phone and my clothes got caught on something. I'll be back after dinner, remember to eat."

"Okay, bye~"

"Okay." His wife hung up the phone.

Next door, the wife put down her phone. "Are you trying to kill me? You were talking to your dad on the phone."

The son, who was on top of his wife, started thrusting as soon as she finished the call. "I knew you were talking to Dad, and somehow my dick got hard." As he spoke, the son lifted the blanket behind his back, raising his upper body, and began thrusting even more forcefully.

"Hmm... oh... are we not using that Indian aphrodisiac this time?"

"I already came once, so I can last quite a while without it the second time."

"Oh... oh... oh... I see... hmm..."

The moans and sounds of intercourse from the next room gradually aroused me again.

"Mmm...mmm~ mmm...oh...harder...mmm...son...harder...oh..." After about ten minutes, the wife started to feel a little dazed from the penetration, but the son was still thrusting vigorously.

"Mom~"

"Mmm...what's wrong?"

"Mom, you haven't given me oral sex yet."

"I don't like it."

"But Mom, I've given you oral sex before, it's not fair that you won't give me one." Saying this, the son lifted his wife's legs and began to thrust vigorously.

"Oh...mmm...it's not like I asked you to lick me...mmm...oh...you asked to lick me yourself..." the wife moaned as she spoke.

"Mom, have you ever licked Dad?"

"Oh...oh...yes...oh...but it's different..."

"How is it different?" Saying this, the son thrust in and out forcefully a few times, then pulled out his penis, climbed to his wife's head, and slammed his penis in front of her face. "Mom, lick it for me~"

The feeling of his penis being pulled out of her body made his wife feel itchy. She reached down to her genitals with her left hand and touched her labia. She opened her eyes and looked at her son. "No, Mom is uncomfortable. Put it back."

"No, Mom, just lick it for me and I'll continue inserting it into my vagina."

"Why are you so disobedient?"

The son didn't say anything, but just brought his penis closer to his mother's mouth.

It seemed that her son wouldn't continue penetrating her unless she gave him oral sex. Looking at the penis in front of her that could satisfy her vagina, the wife finally grasped her son's wet penis, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his penis a few times, then took the entire head into her mouth and began to suck on it.

"Oh~ Mom~ So good~"

After sucking for about a minute, the wife spat out the penis. "Okay, hurry up, Mom's uncomfortable."

The son, satisfied, looked at his wife, lay back, and smiled at her, saying, "Mom, come on up."

"Why are there so many things to do today?"

The wife's itching and desire for the penis set off her body's rhythm. She got up and straddled her son, her back to me. Under my gaze, she guided her son's penis to her vagina and slowly sat down. I could almost see her son's penis parting her labia, inch by inch, entering her body until she was sitting on top of him.

"Oh..." The feeling of the penis returning to her body made the wife groan. Then she took her son's hands and made him support her, and began to thrust up and down.

"Mmm, mmm... oh..." The wife, sitting on her son, moaned ecstatically.

"Mmm... Mom... so good..."

"Mmm... Mom feels good too... mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm..."

As the wife moved up and down, the son's hips began to thrust in sync with hers, making the penetration even more powerful.

After about ten minutes, the son's thrusting speed increased. "Mom... I think I'm about to cum, Mom... oh... are you coming?"

"Slow down, Mom still has some time."

"Mom, stop for a moment."

Hearing her son's words, the wife's rhythm slowed down, and finally stopped.

Seeing that his wife had stopped, the son pulled her upright upper body towards him, hugged her, and rolled over. In an instant, the son was on top of his wife.

It seemed the son wanted to control the rhythm himself. He pulled out his penis, letting the stimulation subside, then inserted his middle finger into his wife's vagina and began thrusting. "Mmm...mmm..." His wife's thighs gripped his hand tightly. After rapidly inserting his finger for two minutes, he pulled out his finger and inserted his penis again, beginning to thrust forcefully.

"Oh...oh...mmm...so good..."

After more than three hundred thrusts.

"Mmm...son...oh...faster...Mom's coming..."

"Mom, I can't hold back anymore...oh..." The son began to tremble all over, his lower body thrusting even more frantically.

"Quick...oh...oh...son...harder...um...ah...Mom's coming..." As his wife cried out passionately, the son's body suddenly stopped, his lower body still convulsing. With each convulsion, scalding hot semen shot into his mother's body in spurts.

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