Wife-swapping adventure

My
wife, Shanshan, and I met during a trip to Paris.

Shanshan was a blonde foreign woman, passionate and fiery, with a great figure and stunning beauty. We hit it off immediately. I bought her a beer, and she launched into a long, detailed account of her sexual history, implying that she was a very easy woman and that I should sleep with her if I wanted.

I shamelessly boasted, exaggerating my sexual prowess, and surprisingly, it was incredibly easy to get her back to the hotel. Initially, I planned just a one-night stand, but afterwards, she clung to me and refused to leave. In the end, she even came back to Hong Kong with me, saying she wanted to marry me. Was this for real?

Marrying a foreign woman wasn't easy, and even someone as flirtatious as me found it overwhelming. She asked me if I wanted to pretend I didn't know and let her go out and have affairs, or if I wanted both of us to benefit. I asked her what she really wanted. She said, why not join a "wife-swapping club" so that everyone could try something new one or two nights a week.

Apparently, there really was a "wife-swapping club." Joining wasn't easy; you had to be introduced by an acquaintance, and the membership fee was quite expensive. But all the fees collected were used to create an atmosphere and programs for members, so it seemed quite worthwhile. Actually, I found it hard to get over myself. Playing with other people's wives was fine! But giving my own wife away to someone else was like watching myself get cuckolded... However, after playing a few times and enjoying a few good ones, from slim to plump, I found it quite nice and slowly accepted this adult game.

The wife-swapping club's activities were varied and sometimes held at members' private villas or yachts. It was rumored that sometimes, with large numbers of people, they would even go on a cruise ship, having a wild party at sea. This was my first time aboard the "Gemini," and our wife-swapping club had booked an entire deck of passenger cabins. I was incredibly excited. But when I boarded, I was surprised to see my parents there too! What a coincidence! Ha, it really was a coincidence.

I pulled my dad aside and asked him what he was doing on the ship. He said, "Son, I'm not afraid to tell you my family story. Your dad needs to save his marriage." I asked, "Save what?" My dad said his marriage was in trouble, and my mom kept complaining about his lack of virility and wanted a divorce. They'd seen a sex therapist, who suggested they try this thing. So, were they going on this ship for wife-swapping? Dad said, "Are we here to gamble? If we were, we wouldn't have brought your mom along!"

Is that even allowed?

I glanced over at Mom; she was incredibly slutty, completely ignoring Dad. The moment she saw a man, she started flirting and behaving provocatively. Ugh, I couldn't bear to watch. I couldn't believe Mom was such a wanton woman, so I immediately told Shanshan. That slut exclaimed "excelent!" as if it were fantastic! The best way to switch partners is to try having your father-in-law sleep with you for one night, to see if he can revive. She even said she had a way to bring Dad's "dead gun" back to life.

Sleeping with Dad? Isn't that incest? Hey, I was really defeated by her.

At dinner, I didn't want to sit at the same table as my parents, but the president said to me, "You're Chinese, why don't you sit with these new members? You both speak Mandarin, so you can introduce our association." Of course, the president didn't know what our relationship was. Mom's English is terrible; when she talks to Shanshan, they're completely nonsensical, and if she says more, they go even further off-topic. Shanshan has learned a few broken Cantonese phrases, and listening to her speak is absolutely incomprehensible.

I finally couldn't help but ask my mom if she knew why we were on the ship. I hoped she would think it over carefully and leave at the last minute so I could relax. But she said, "I'll do whatever you're here for!" Shan Shan chimed in, "Of course Grandma knows, we're here for sex!" Mom said, "Oh, right! Oh, right!"

Dad said he didn't know my wife and I were members, otherwise he wouldn't have needed to ask around to get us introduced. He asked how long I'd been a member. I said I joined as soon as I returned to Hong Kong. He asked if I thought my wife was too old for me and wanted to find someone younger. I said, "On the contrary, my wife wants to change things up every now and then, and I'm just here to have some fun with her."

After dinner, the president announced that tonight's theme was to play a game of random pairings, drawing lots to choose partners. The women went back to their rooms first, stripped naked, and waited. The men handed over their keys, placing them in a small box. They took turns drawing lots; whichever room they drew, the woman inside was theirs.

Don't say you weren't nervous. Having played wife-swapping so many times, this was the most worrying because my parents were there. If we accidentally drew each other's wives, it would be troublesome. It wasn't that I disliked my mother's age; I'd slept with many older women before. Those who came out to play were usually quite skilled in bed, and making love with them was quite exhilarating. But if I were to coincidentally draw the number to sleep with my own mother, wouldn't that be absurd?

How could I possibly do it?

The chairman announced the rules of the game: everyone must obey the organization's arrangements, draw lots, and accept whatever fate brings. You can't swap with others unless you draw your own wife. The chairman, in what he thought was witty remark, said, "Remember, never exchange keys with others. Even if you draw your own mother, you have to accept it." Everyone burst into laughter, but I couldn't. I looked at my dad; he was laughing along with everyone else. I wondered if he understood what the chairman was saying. Had he considered what would happen if his son drew his wife's

key? I nervously took the key and checked the room number, muttering Buddhist prayers, begging for protection from incest. If I opened the door and saw my mother inside, it would be incredibly embarrassing. Because anything can happen in this world.

Guess what I was thinking as I shakily opened the door and saw a naked woman sitting on the bed? I desperately hope it doesn't happen that the bad thing does, or I'll be in deep trouble. But the worst thing is... the naked woman turned her face away, the room was completely dark, and I couldn't see her face clearly, only that her buttocks were very full, and I could vaguely see her prominent breasts.

Even my first time playing wife-swapping wasn't this nerve-wracking. What should I do? Ask her name first? Verify her identity before getting into bed? Sorry, there are no such rules in wife-swapping. The most captivating aspect of wife-swapping is the sensual experience. You can't know there's a naked woman lying in bed waiting for you, and then hesitate at the door after opening it—that's extremely impolite.

I told myself, it can't be that coincidental, right? With so many women, it's unlikely I'd just end up swapping with my own mother; it's like winning the lottery and never getting a chance. I was sweating profusely, but my penis was uncontrollably erect, as hard and thick as a large cedar branch. I couldn't leave; backing out at the last minute would be humiliating, making me a laughingstock, and standing someone up would violate the rules, leading to expulsion from the club, and my wife would definitely divorce me. I had no choice but to steel myself, step into the room, lock the door, and approach my sexual partner for the night to greet her…

I lowered my voice, as if afraid of being recognized, and whispered "Huh?" twice. The naked woman on the bed lowered her head, remaining silent. What was she doing? Was she really shy? Or was she really my mother, and I had frightened her? What if it really is her? My heart was pounding like a drum, and I was even more helpless if she didn't say anything.

However, I've seen some women who act cool and won't budge, remaining silent even after making love; others are chattering gossips, which is even worse. It's not like we're going to be together forever, so there's no need to confide in her, right? Yet she insists you open up to her. Sigh! I'm afraid of her talking too much, but if she's silent, I won't know what she's thinking.

Between the two, I'd rather she stay silent.

Okay, I patted my chest and approached her, trying to get a better look at her. However, the room was pitch black, and she was like a mist or a flower, so I couldn't see her face clearly. I only saw a snow-white back. As for whether it was smooth? I'll tell you after I touch it.

Looking closer, this woman's figure was quite attractive, especially the curves of her back, which indicated a good figure. At first glance, although she wasn't exactly hourglass-shaped, her buttocks were large and round. As my eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, I could even see her deep cleft and a small tuft of pubic hair peeking out from between her legs.

She casually tossed her hair, tossed her head from side to side, and then turned halfway towards me, letting me see her breasts bouncing up and down. They seemed quite large, though whether they were firm enough would only be known after holding them. In short, she deliberately showed off her assets, letting you see that she was well-endowed, like someone in a high-rise building, not a low-rise, or an airport.

Also, her hair wasn't in a bun, but loosely draped over her shoulders, making her look both languid and alluring. This reassured me a little, because my mother, who is at least in her forties and not yet fifty, certainly doesn't have a figure as good as hers, nor such firm breasts.

I'm so sorry, I've been in her room for so long, only focused on looking at her body, I even forgot to take off my clothes. I hurriedly stripped off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. There's no need to rush taking off your

pants. If I realized something was wrong, I could just leave immediately. There's always time to brake. That's called "seeing one thing and doing another." Wow, the closer I got to her, the faster my heart beat. I climbed onto the bed and sat beside her, treating her like a bomb. I didn't dare touch her or hug her, like a mouse pulling a coo. Who knew, she was silent until she made a startling sound. Suddenly, she buried her head in my chest. Her soft hair and hot face pressed against my chest, our bodies pressed tightly together, stimulating my blood to boil. The moment she broke the ice, the atmosphere of lust escalated dramatically.

At this point, I had cast aside all inhibitions and closed my eyes. Whoever she was, I'd go for it—might as well do it! I seized the opportunity to pull her close and kiss her. The intimate contact felt like holding a warm, soft body in my arms. Her waist was incredibly slender, and she didn't have the typical middle-aged woman's belly. Without a word, my other hand immediately grasped her breasts, kneading and rubbing them. Wow, amazing! They felt wonderful, incredibly elastic. Her skin was even smoother than my wife Shanshan's; she was truly a sexy stunner. [url] www.6park. Damn

it, she seemed like she hadn't been with a man in ages, her lust was even greater than mine. Without a second thought, without caring that we'd never met before, she grabbed my neck, lifted her head, and tilted her head back, wanting me to kiss her. The moment my lips touched hers, she sucked on my tongue, even drawing my saliva into her mouth.

I was already quite adept at this kind of French kiss, so I readily obliged. Although I didn't know anything about her, I was already in a bind. Even if I caught bird flu, I didn't care anymore. In short, we were both completely absorbed in the kiss.

After a short while of passionate kissing, she slipped her delicate hand inside my underwear and began teasing my penis. The already erect shaft swelled even harder and thicker after a few strokes, throbbing inside my pants like a baton. Not yet satisfied, she pulled it out and played with it to her heart's content.

Of course, I wasn't going to give in. With my penis being held and manipulated at will, how could I, a respectable man, not take over a few parts of her body? So, I retaliated, reaching out and groping her body, sweeping her back, touching her thighs, even probing her vulva from between her legs, rubbing her breasts, digging into her vagina, and even poking her anus with my fingers. Hearing her lewd giggles, her seductive manner inviting me in, I understood. Her earlier silence was a facade of innocence; deep down,

she was a wanton slut. We French kissed and caressed each other, and soon she lay back on the bed, spread wide, her legs wide open, her vulva facing me. What did this mean? It meant we

could have sex!

I pressed my advantage, turning her over and pinning her down, immobilizing her. I took her two papaya-like nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking them like a child eating candy. Wow! They were exquisite; her nipples were harder than glass marbles. I suckled her breast and nipple with relish, while also caressing her thighs and exploring her vulva. Even without licking with my tongue, her pubic area was already wet and slippery, her inner thighs glistening with her juices—what a slut!

After being fondled for a while, she blushed and writhed, moaning and groaning until I was completely aroused. I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled down my underwear, got into position, and was about to thrust into her when she suddenly started playing games with me, pushing me away and pinning me down like a wrestler. When she spread her legs and brought her vulva to my lips, I realized—did she want to try 69? Of course, I was happy to oblige!

She stuck her butt out, straddled me, and took my penis in her mouth, like the song "Spitting out a big cigar" in a Cantonese pop song. She would suck on the glans for a moment, and then suck on the clitoris. Needless to say, with her handling my penis like that, it would be strange if it didn't turn into a spear eighteen feet long!

Also, at that time, she sucked and licked my penis like a puppy gnawing on a bone, so excited that she twisted her butt back and forth, making me almost lose control, because she spread her thighs open and closed, not only giving me a clear view of that fresh and delicious abalone, but also dripping juice from it.

I stretched out my long, thick tongue, wanting to lick it, but her buttocks kept bobbing up and down, her abalone sometimes lowering, sometimes rising. My tongue got tired, but I still couldn't reach it. Unexpectedly, she understood my intentions and delivered herself to my door, her plump buttocks lowering to just above my nose. So I stretched my neck and...

haha, I licked it! The "oyster sauce" was indeed juicy and flavorful. I swallowed her whole abalone, pubic hair, in one gulp. Just thinking about it, of course I couldn't eat it!

I stretched my tongue as far as I could, freely teasing between the abalone's lips, while the fishy, pungent smell from between her thighs kept wafting into my nostrils. Abalone sauce actually tastes quite fishy, which is why there's a saying, "Your mother's stinky." It's because if you eat someone else's abalone, you have to be prepared to suffer the consequences. Who told you to "fuck your mother's side"? Don't complain about the fishy smell.

Her actions quickly ignited my fire. Abalone is delicious, but nothing beats the thrill of having my penis inside and pounding away. Even an idiot like me knew what to do. I took her abalone in my mouth and sucked it all up, emptying all the juices. She immediately went limp and collapsed onto my stomach. This was perfect for me; even with a deliberately chosen position, I couldn't have gotten this comfortable!

I eagerly pulled away, supporting her waist from behind, lifting her buttocks slightly to adjust my position, then aimed my glans at her vaginal opening and thrust it in, all the way in.

Doggy style with her was a breeze, even more in sync than with Shanshan. I grabbed her breasts, kneading and rubbing them vigorously, my lower body pressed tightly against her buttocks, thrusting in and out forcefully until she trembled all over, her buttocks twisting left and right, moving in and out in rhythm with my movements. Judging from her wanton appearance, her clitoris was definitely numb from my pounding.

Her buttocks were like suction cups, pressed tightly against my lower abdomen, preventing my penis from slipping out during the frenzied fucking. This kind of fucking was incredibly pleasurable! Eek, she opened her mouth and started screaming, "Help..."

Her moans were so seductive, so wanton.

We clung to each other, our lower bodies constantly bumping against each other, her buttocks swaying back and forth, her juices flowing freely, her sweat glistening. Our four thighs were stuck together like glue, impossible to pull apart.

I can't remember how long we fucked like that, I only remember that before my legs gave out (kneeling on the bed doing doggy style for so long was really exhausting), I slammed into her for the first time. The force of that slam was something I'm incredibly proud of, it could be considered my masterpiece. Just hearing that woman's almost hoarse screams, I'm sure you can imagine it without me having to describe it further.

Thinking I had satisfied this woman, she lay limp beside me, clinging to me tightly, her four thighs wet and covered in semen, as if glued together. Swapping wives with this beauty was definitely worth the price; what warmed my heart most was that she initially seemed like a shy, resentful woman, but under my relentless thrusting, she transformed into an incredibly wanton slut. Still

wanting more, she brought her lips close, wanting another passionate kiss. I took the opportunity to brush aside the hair covering her face and see what she looked like. This woman was fiery with passion during sex, but I wondered if she was beautiful? She didn't need to be a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers; as long as she wasn't a dinosaur, I'd be satisfied.

Dawn had broken, and as I parted my hair, my eyes widened in shock. When I finally recognized the beautiful young woman I had spent the night with, my eyes practically bulged out of their sockets…

It was like a scene from a Cantonese soap opera, a tragic family drama. I had bet on the right thing—it was definitely my mother! How could I possibly kiss her again? I wanted nothing more than to disappear from her sight!

I hurriedly grabbed my underwear and put it on to cover myself, stammering, “Mom! It’s you?” But the question was pointless. I had already seen every inch of her body, and now she was lying naked on the bed, completely exposed. The answer was right before my eyes.

My mother's breasts trembled slightly, her face flushed, and she covered her breasts with both hands, her head bowed, unable to look me in the eye. She said with a mixture of shame and regret, "Good heavens?! Son, why did you choose to sleep with your mother of all people? You'll be punished by heaven!" Before she finished speaking, tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, leaving me at a loss, unsure of what to say to comfort her.

We, mother and son, had done such a foolish thing; we had nowhere to hide, let alone try to clean up the mess. My little brother, oblivious to the danger, was now erect again, peeking out from the edge of her underwear. My mother was still completely naked, all her body exposed before me. She could cover her breasts, but I could see her genitals. She just kept crying and sobbing, making me even more agitated. It's all my wife's fault for bringing me to this wife-swapping game; it's made me end up in this mess.

Now that things are done, I have to find a way to appease my mother, no matter what I do! She's a woman; she wanted a one-night stand but ended up letting her son have it all. She should at least say "sorry." So I leaned close to her ear, trying to gently persuade her: "Why don't you put your clothes back on first?" But saying that was incredibly embarrassing; the words caught in my throat.

My mother buried her face in my chest, tears streaming down her face, crying more and more pitifully. I didn't know whether to hug her or not, so I decided to be a gentleman and not back down, moving my shoulder closer for her to lean on.

"Son, I'm completely at a loss. What should I do?"

My chest was covered in my mother's tears, but my penis, misbehaving again, was erect and bulging against my underwear. I was caught in a dilemma, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed. With my mother's soft flesh pressed against me, her breasts pressing tightly against my chest, how could I possibly come up with a solution? All my ideas vanished! All I could do was stroke my mother's smooth back and try to comfort her with kind words.

"Mom, it's all my fault! I really didn't know it was you. If I had known, I wouldn't have slept with you. I'm the one who made you suffer. I'm not human, I'm worse than an animal. Hit me, scold me!" I said, patting my chest as I did so, making a "bang bang" sound.

Seeing me hitting myself so hard, knowing I could easily injure myself, Mom was naturally distressed. She grabbed my hand to stop me from hitting myself and said, "Son, it's not entirely your fault. Ultimately, it's all your good-for-nothing father's fault. He's always out there flirting with other women, leaving me all alone, only coming home when he's old and broke, which led to this shameful situation. Ah! Fate, fate."

"Mom, it really is fate. Of all the women I've chosen, I couldn't pick you. But last night, didn't you really recognize me?"

"Last night, the lights were off in the room, and you were thrusting into her from behind, making her dizzy and disoriented. How could she possibly see her face clearly? Plus, you were being deliberately mysterious, and your voice sounded different than usual. And you? There's no reason you wouldn't recognize your own mother."

I made it clear that she wasn't allowed to get angry before I dared to say it. She agreed, but told me not to take advantage of her. So I blurted out all my opinions about her figure. After listening, she said, "So you think so too.

I know my appearance isn't attractive to men, I look like an old lady. Otherwise, I wouldn't have spent tens of thousands on a body treatment and even had my face pulled, don't you think?"

My mother raised her head, brushed her hair aside, and turned her face to show me the scar behind her ear. No wonder, even though her makeup was completely ruined last night, she still looked so radiant. Turns out she'd had plastic surgery. She said she went to Japan and spent hundreds of thousands of yuan.

People say, "Men spend money on women, women spend money on themselves," and that's what it means.

"But what about your…" I hesitated to point at my mother's breasts, but she had stopped crying and was looking at me. Seeing my wide eyes and questioning gaze at her chest, she immediately retorted,

"You grew up drinking your mother's milk, don't you know that's true? I'm absolutely not lying.

Didn't you grab my breasts and squeeze them hard last night? You touched them, didn't you?" "What's wrong with it? I don't believe you can't tell the difference between real and fake. You can feel the difference when you touch a fake; there's a chemical implanted inside, it feels different to the touch! Also, if it's an artificial bust, there'll be a scar under the armpit. Do you see one here?"

I was still a little skeptical. Seeing my suspicious look, Mom grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest, wanting me to verify. I already felt too scared to look directly at her chest, let alone touch it. Mom thought I couldn't touch her, so she immediately sprawled out on the bed. She was still naked, displaying a bold and uninhibited attitude, not minding showing her son her whole body in broad daylight. What's wrong with Mom? Has she become so aroused that she's infatuated?

I really didn't have the courage to stare at my naked mother, but since she didn't seem to mind, I figured I might as well look. At worst, I'd get eye ulcers!

My mother's skin was dazzlingly white, with virtually no wrinkles. From the front, every part of her body was perfectly proportioned, a truly captivating sight. Even lying down, her breasts remained perfectly square, not splayed out at all, and looked quite firm, unlike some women whose breasts flatten out like fried eggs when they lie down.

Her waist was still slender, her belly wasn't folded, and her navel was perfectly clear.

As for her pubic hair, it wasn't thick, but it was very neatly trimmed; her thighs weren't together, deliberately spread open to let me see everything. Her vulva looked excellent, both fresh and plump, reminding me of its pungent smell and the feeling of penetrating it. Unfortunately, memories are just memories, not revisiting the place. Liquid was slowly seeping from her vulva, flowing down to her buttocks—the result of our passionate night. Seeing it made me shudder; I felt terrible for my mother.

My mother raised her arms behind her head, a posture that not only accentuated her breasts but also seemed to open the door wide, implying I could touch them. Really? How could I possibly touch my mother's breasts without regard for age or status? My heart pounded again, and my penis, already erect and harder than last night, soaked the front of my underwear with secretions. This reaction to my own mother made me incredibly uncomfortable.

I remembered playing with her breasts last night, treating her like a second person, enjoying it immensely. But now it was different. I felt awkward; not touching them seemed disrespectful, but my hands wouldn't obey me, trembling uncontrollably, and I couldn't bring myself to do it.

My mom asked me, "Why aren't you coming yet?" I told her, "With you watching like this, how dare I make a move?" Hearing this, she immediately closed her eyes, which emboldened me, and I dared to grab her.

First, I pinched her two nipples; they were hard and gave me a very real, explosive feeling. Then I touched her breasts, squeezing and kneading them; the two mounds of flesh were smooth and elastic. I squeezed them harder, and her breasts bounced in my hands, no matter how much I rolled and flattened them, I couldn't feel anything inside.

My mom let me touch her all over, and after a while, she couldn't wait to ask, "So, do you believe me now?"

"You can't deny it, it's definitely the real deal. And your butt? Sorry, I was a bit presumptuous, but by the way, is it original too?"

"Pah! Aside from ladyboys, what woman would wear a fake butt? Let me tell you the truth, the inside story is that I thought my butt was too fat, so I did gymnastics with a fitness coach for half a year to get rid of the excess fat on my belly and butt. Hmm, don't you think it looks good?"

Mom said quickly, immediately turning around to show me her butt. Her butt was as white as her back, and her buttocks were full and round. When it comes to women's butts, the bigger the better. Mom taught me that when you marry, you should find a wife with a big butt, because she'll definitely be fertile. Mom herself is the model; she often attracts admiring glances from people who like to look at flesh when she walks down the street.

As I watched, I couldn't resist patting my mom's buttocks twice. The pats were loud and clear; her muscles weren't relaxed at all, still very elastic. After spending so much time working out, to achieve this, what more could one ask for? I was speechless. I accepted!

Anyway, with my mom's body so voluptuous now, I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. If I didn't look now, I might never have the chance again. Taking advantage of my mom like this was already ridiculously filial! My mom's skin was smooth to the touch, her breasts were the perfect size, and her buttocks were plump and bouncy, surpassing even Shanshan's. Not only were they beautiful in shape, but their quality was also slightly superior.

Western women, when young, have fair, rosy skin that Chinese women can't match, but Chinese women age much more slowly. I was fooled by Shanshan's charming eyes, thinking that all blondes and blue-eyed women were beauties. I was captivated by her before I even got a good look at her. Only after we married did I slowly see the truth: her skin was rough, and her face was covered in age spots. My mother's natural assets weren't as abundant as Shanshan's, but in terms of skincare , Shanshan was far superior.

Speaking of sex skills, Shanshan was an expert, knowing all sorts of tricks to play with you. Unfortunately, she wasn't faithful and was too promiscuous, leaving you shrouded in green terror day and night. But my mother wasn't a novice either. Although I claimed last night's battle was my masterpiece, half the credit should actually go to my mother. Because sex isn't a solo performance; if a woman isn't in sync, there's no song to sing. Someone needs to be there to make it a good show.

My comments about my mother were far beyond what is morally acceptable, but I wanted to preserve those beautiful memories. I started idolizing her, worshipping her beautiful body and her prowess in bed.

I was drooling as I stroked her thighs, muttering to myself, "Mom, you have such a great body, it's killing me!" But even my whispered words were overheard by her. She turned around and yelled fiercely, "Am I not the victim? You stinking men, all you think about is playing around with other women, completely neglecting your wives at home! Aren't wives human beings? Don't they have needs?"

"Mom, I'm sorry. It's not that you're wrong, it's just that I lacked self-control and couldn't resist the temptation of your stunning figure. We're both victims. Times have changed. It's not just men who like to patronize prostitutes; women also enjoy trying new things. I was too playful and promiscuous. I thought I'd struck gold when I hooked up with a foreign woman, but it turns out she was even more lustful than me. She wanted me to go with her to do wife-swapping, and I was forced to come along with my wife. This is karma! I'm swapping wives with my mom, and everything's gone wrong. I don't know how to explain this to Dad."

"Why should I explain to him? Don't be upset, isn't this a good thing! I'm too lazy to deal with that old geezer anymore. He's completely drained. He's tried everything—three-whip wine, Viagra, Indian herbal oil—but he still doesn't react at all. I've figured it out. I'm going to get over it and divorce him. He just doesn't want to, afraid that getting divorced at his age will make him a laughingstock. If you don't laugh, I'll be honest. I even went so far as to join a group of wives to go to Shenzhen to hire male prostitutes! Last night was the first time in my life that someone had been so good to me. I felt like I was in heaven. I didn't know it was you then. If you wanted me to elope with you, I would have agreed immediately."

At this point, the mother seemed to be overcome with grief and started crying again on the bed. When she started crying, I panicked again, trying to tell Mom to stop crying. I was so disoriented and didn't know what to do.

Mom said to me, "You're a man, you should know what to do."

I asked, "Know what to do?"

She said, "Who knows what you want to do?"

I didn't understand what she meant, and she cried even louder. I found her bra and panties she had taken off last night and tried to get her to put them on, thinking it would cheer her up. But she didn't appreciate it and threw them on the floor, refusing to wear them. Since

she wouldn't put her clothes back on, I didn't care. Was I supposed to just put mine on first and ignore her?

Finally, I pretended to be careful and whispered in her ear, "Mom, please don't cry anymore. What happened last night was my fault. I'm sorry, please don't be angry with me anymore, okay?"

I don't know if I misheard, but my mother said coquettishly, "I didn't say I was angry with you. I've already been seen naked and touched all over, and you're still like a block of wood, not understanding what I meant." "

You mean..."

"Think about it a little crookedly, and you'll understand."

I had no reason not to understand, but in front of my mother, I wouldn't dare to think that way even if I had the courage. Thinking too much would ruin my mind. I said to my mother, "So you're not angry with me anymore?" She nodded.

I pressed on and asked her, "So, you also want to..." I didn't dare to say the second half, it was too lewd.

Then it was her turn to ask me back: "Tell me, what do you want?" I said I didn't dare to continue. She said, "You're bullying me! You're so hesitant, are you taking advantage of your mother because she's ignorant?"

I said, "How dare I, I can't bully my mother, I'll be struck by lightning if I do!" Then I said, "Mom, you're so hot, I want to kiss you, is that okay?" I whispered this very close to her ear.

My mother said, "You just said I was a fake again?" I immediately comforted her, "Mom, don't cry, so you were just complaining that I don't know what's good for me!" That made her laugh through her tears.

She was lying face down on the bed. I patted her bottom and asked her where she wanted me to kiss her. She turned over and, like a shy girl experiencing her first stirrings of love, said to me, "We're not going to be so calculating, just kiss me wherever you want!" Then she closed her eyes intently, stretched out her arms for me to hug her, and I heard her say, "You said you'd kiss me again, why aren't you coming? Mom has no one to love her, you have to love me more!"

Hearing my mother say this, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into my embrace, ready to kiss her until I was satisfied. She said, "Your kisses feel so good. Since we haven't put our clothes back on yet and we're already warmed up, how about..."

At this point, my mother pouted, waiting for me to kiss her.

Did I hear that right? What did my mother say? What was she trying to do? My heart nearly jumped out of my mouth. She reminded me that we'd been completely naked in bed from last night until this morning. My mom had let me do whatever I wanted, touching her breasts and genitals, without fear of being taken advantage of. Why was I so scared now? Just because she's my mother?

If she were a stranger, with no blood relation, it wouldn't matter, but sleeping with my mom still made me uncomfortable. Seeing my mom so flirtatious, sprawled on the bed like she was in heat, waiting to be kissed, was I going to back down just because she was my mother?

Never mind all that. My mom said she's human too, with feelings. Am I not human, without feelings? How do I explain what happened last night? Apart from the fact that she is my mother, she is actually no different from other women. Is it because of this reason that I cannot kiss her? Are you okay? Come on if you have nothing to do! At worst, if she is the second woman, there will be no worries. The lust came from my guts. I closed my eyes for a moment, and then we kissed again. It’s not like we’ve never fought before. Now even thunder can’t split us apart!

As soon as I lay on my mother's body, with our breasts touching each other, she hugged me tightly and brought her little mouth over automatically. You kissed me, and I kissed you. I was as inseparable as conjoined twins. She started by gently stroking my back with her hands, but soon she became even more impatient than me and took the initiative to reach into my underwear and take out my anti-aircraft gun. Wow! She knew she had found a treasure the moment she touched it, because the cannons were raised high and ready for battle.

She quickly pulled off the inconvenient underwear for me, then gently stroked my penis with her soft hands. To be honest, my penis was now rock hard, veins bulging, and throbbing, thanks to my mother's ministrations. It was ready to be released at any moment. If she suddenly backed out and refused to have sex with me, leaving me unable to stop, I'd curse her out. If I couldn't find a woman, I'd treat even a sow as my wife in an emergency.

My mom bit my earlobe and whispered in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Let me play with your little pecker, okay?"

Just then, as we were about to get down to business, someone knocked on the door and shouted, "Honey, it's me! Are you in your room?"

(Postscript

: It's obvious that it was my dad knocking!) Everyone had been playing all night and gone home, except for him, who couldn't get into his room. The "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door was still there.

I looked at my mom, gave her a wink, and asked her what to do. Just now, I was rolling around on the bed with my mom, both of us were already very aroused, and my big cannon was already inside her vagina, doing hand massages, which made me incredibly happy. I thrust hard, until my mom shook her head and moaned like the loudest screams in the world... My dad was standing at the door, even a deaf person could hear it!

When my mom saw that I didn't dare to move, she immediately used her legs to clamp me tightly behind my buttocks, locking me in, afraid that I would pull my penis out. My mom wouldn't let go, so how could I get away?

My mom tightened her vaginal muscles to hold my penis tightly, telling me to keep going and ignore my dad, letting him wait at the door for a while. I said, "Dad's standing at the door banging on it, it's so hard for me!" So Mom impatiently told him to stay out a little longer, that she was having sex, and to wait until she was finished before letting him in. I'm really fed up with my mom! How can she say things like that to her husband!

Mom said, "So what if he's my husband? Even if he's the emperor, there's no room for discussion!" But I do find my mom's words relatable. Does my wife, Shanshan, remember her husband when she's having sex with another man?

Do you think my dad knows which man is having sex with his wife in his room? He's not old enough to have dementia, he definitely knows. Saying he doesn't is just pretending! They searched the whole ship, only found Shanshan, but not me. Where do you think I could have gone?

To get back to the story, here's what happened: Last night, Dad didn't quite manage to get my room key, but he did look for me before knocking on his door. He ended up finding Shanshan. Dad didn't have a partner, so the two of them...

sigh! I had to swallow my pride. I know exactly what kind of person my wife is. Since I came out to have fun, I was mentally prepared, so there was nothing I could do about my discomfort. The two of us took turns having sex; when he was having sex with my wife, I was having sex with his. I don't know how he did it, but I did it until the boat was almost docked. Mom only let me leave when we were about to disembark. We couldn't find my partner in time, so we switched places once we were ashore. Looking at Dad, he seemed expressionless.

Shanshan once boasted that even if her father-in-law was a salted fish, she could turn him into a seafood. I asked her to sound her out and see how it went. Shanshan shook her head, admitting she couldn't bring him back to life. According to Shanshan, her father probably couldn't overcome his own psychological barriers. She had tried everything, but still couldn't turn her father-in-law's dead snake into a dragon.

Comparing people, even the dead, we mother and son were like a never-ending battle, the boat already docked but still unwilling to close, like a pair of lovesick lovers, going at it again and again. My mother even took advantage of Shanshan, shoving me until I was completely drained, sucking and licking my penis clean before letting me go, leaving me with a sore back, weak legs, and almost needing Shanshan's help to walk.

Mom was even worse off. Clutching her vulva, she exaggerated, saying I fucked her until it was swollen and painful, almost to the point of screaming for help. She limped out of the room, saying she'd never had sex so pleasurably before, and would gladly die from the pain.

What really happened to Dad last night? No one knows unless he tells. The rules forbid male guests from going around bragging afterwards. They can boast as much as they want, claiming to be amazing, but they're not allowed to say which woman was hot or not, nor are female guests allowed to reveal which male guest was good in bed. Wife swapping is all about unspoken feelings. Whether Dad makes a profit depends on his luck. After one night, they're still friends the next day. Whether the night was good or not, everyone knows. These are the basic social etiquette rules of the wife-swapping club.

A few months passed in the blink of an eye. Shanshan noticed her mother wearing a wide skirt and looking rather plump, and said to me, "Judging from your figure, you seem to be pregnant." Really? I joked with my mother, asking if she'd stopped doing gymnastics lately.

She said, "Fuck you! I'm exactly what people call 'shameless, pregnant to forty-nine,' and even you're making fun of me."

My mother is pregnant? This is a big deal! I thought back to that morning when we were having sex. I was so focused on the act that I thought my mother was an acquaintance and didn't need to be so formal. I went straight in without a condom, breaking the first rule of the wife-swapping club. It's very likely I'm the one who conceived the child. I'll remember this from now on: no matter how familiar I am with someone, I must always wear a seatbelt in the car, or someone might die!

I asked my mother who the "swapping" was. She said, "Why am I suddenly being so filial to her?" Yes, I knew I was wrong. I've always neglected my mother. When I wanted her to help me relieve my sexual tension, I would say I doted on her, and then I would disappear like a crane in the sky. So I shifted the blame to Shanshan, saying it was all her fault for having such a strong sex drive, which kept me busy all day long. I didn't even have time to visit my mother. For the past few months, I haven't been able to find the time to ask if she needed me to relieve her itch.

I asked her how much my father knew about the truth. My mother said, "I barely speak two words to him all day. If you're so curious, go ask him yourself!"

It's not that I don't want to clean up this mess, but I don't know how to follow up. Actually, I'm not stupid. These kinds of family scandals involving mothers and sons, or fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law, are best kept as secret as possible. They absolutely cannot be publicized, and especially, one shouldn't take the blame or falsely accuse the father.

I secretly talked to my dad, and he sighed and said, "You don't even need a blood test to know it wasn't me! I don't have that ability! Who is this 'guest brother'? Anyone will do! Your dad has done so many philanderings, and this is the retribution he's received. The number of 'seeds' he's sown outside is countless. This is for the best; as long as your mom doesn't keep nagging about divorce, it's already a blessing in disguise. Divorce is equivalent to dividing the inheritance with her, anyway..." "I can't take all my assets to my grave; they're all going to you and your children!"

I patted my dad's shoulder, comforting him. "I can't help with the messy affairs between you and Mom from the previous generation. As for this future brother, don't worry, I'll definitely take care of him until he grows up. But as for those casual escapades you don't know, sorry, you'll have to figure that out yourself!"

My wife, Shanshan, and I met during a trip to Paris.

Shanshan was a blonde foreign woman, passionate and fiery, with a great figure, and stunningly beautiful. We hit it off immediately. I bought her a beer, and she launched into a long, rambling sexual history, implying that she was a very easy woman and that I should sleep with her if I wanted!

I shamelessly boasted and made up stories to exaggerate my sexual prowess, and to my surprise, it was incredibly easy to bring her back to the hotel. Initially, I planned just a one-night stand, but afterwards she clung to me and refused to leave. In the end, she even came back to Hong Kong with me, saying she wanted to marry me. Was there really such a good deal?

Marrying a foreign woman wasn't easy, and even someone as flirtatious as me found it overwhelming. She asked me if I wanted to pretend I didn't know and let her go out and have affairs, or if I wanted both of us to benefit. I asked her what she really wanted. She said, why not join a "wife-swapping club" so that everyone could try something new one or two nights a week.

It turns out there really is a "wife-swapping club." Joining isn't easy; you need an introduction from an acquaintance, and the membership fee is quite expensive. However, all the fees collected are used to create an atmosphere and programs for members, so it's quite worthwhile. Actually, I find it hard to get over myself. Playing with other people's wives is fine! But giving your own wife away to someone else is like watching yourself get cuckolded... However, after playing a few times and enjoying a few good women, from slim to plump, I found it quite nice and slowly accepted this adult game.

The wife-swapping club's activities are varied and sometimes held at members' private villas or yachts. I heard that sometimes, when there are many people, they even go on a cruise ship, where a group of people hold a wild party at sea. This was my first time aboard the "Gemini" cruise ship. Our wife-swapping club had booked the entire deck, and I was incredibly excited. But when I boarded, I was shocked to see my parents there too! What a coincidence! Ha, it really was a coincidence.

I pulled my dad aside and asked him what he was doing on board. He said, "Son, I'm not afraid to tell you my family story. Your dad needs to save his life." I asked, "Save what life?" My dad said their marriage was in trouble, and my mom kept complaining about his lack of virility and wanted a divorce. They had consulted a sex therapist, who suggested they try this thing. So, were they on board to participate in wife-swapping? Dad said, "Are you here to gamble? If you were, you wouldn't have brought your mom along!"

Is that even allowed?

I glanced over at Mom; she was incredibly slutty, completely ignoring Dad. The moment she saw a man, she started flirting and behaving provocatively. Ugh, I couldn't bear to watch. I couldn't believe Mom was such a wanton woman, so I immediately told Shanshan. Who knew that this slut would exclaim "excelent!" meaning fantastic! She even suggested swapping partners with Dad for a night to see if he could revive. She claimed she could even bring Dad's "dead gun" back to life.

Sleeping with Dad? That's incest! Hey, I was really defeated by her.

During dinner, I didn't want to sit at the same table as my parents, but the president said to me, "You're Chinese, why don't you sit with these new members? You both speak Mandarin, and you can introduce our association's affairs." Of course, the president had no idea what our relationship was. My mom's English was terrible; her conversation with Shanshan was completely nonsensical, and after a few more sentences, she went even further off-topic. Shanshan had learned a few broken Cantonese phrases, and listening to her speak was utterly incomprehensible.

I finally couldn't help but ask my mom if she knew why we were on the ship. I hoped she would think it over carefully and leave at the last minute, which would have put my mind at ease. But then she said, "I'll do whatever you guys come here to do?!" Shan Shan chimed in, "Of course Grandma knows, we're here to have sex!" Mom said, "Oh! Oh!"

Dad said he didn't know my wife and I were members, otherwise he wouldn't have needed to ask around to get us introduced. He asked me how long I'd been a member. I said I joined as soon as I returned to Hong Kong. He asked if I thought my wife was too old for me and wanted to find someone younger. I said, "Quite the opposite, my wife wants to change things up every now and then, and I'm just here to have some fun with her."

After dinner, the president announced that tonight's theme was to play a random matchmaking game, drawing lots to choose partners. The women went back to their rooms first, stripped naked, and waited. The men handed over their keys, placing them in a small box. They took turns drawing lots; whichever room they drew, the woman inside was theirs.

Don't say you weren't nervous. Having played wife-swapping so many times, this was the most worrying because my parents were there. If we accidentally drew each other's wives, it would be troublesome. It wasn't that I disliked my mother's age; I'd slept with many older women before. Those who came out to play were usually quite skilled in bed, and making love with them was quite exhilarating. But if I were to coincidentally draw the number to sleep with my own mother, wouldn't that be absurd?

How could I possibly do it?

The chairman announced the rules of the game: everyone must obey the organization's arrangements, draw lots, and accept whatever fate brings. You can't swap with others unless you draw your own wife. The chairman, in what he thought was witty remark, said, "Remember, never exchange keys with others. Even if you draw your own mother, you have to accept it." Everyone burst into laughter, but I couldn't. I looked at my dad; he was laughing along with everyone else. I wondered if he understood what the chairman was saying. Had he considered what would happen if his son drew his wife's

key? I nervously took the key and checked the room number, muttering Buddhist prayers, begging for protection from incest. If I opened the door and saw my mother inside, it would be incredibly embarrassing. Because anything can happen in this world.

Guess what I was thinking as I shakily opened the door and saw a naked woman sitting on the bed? I desperately hope it doesn't happen that the bad thing does, or I'll be in deep trouble. But the worst thing is... the naked woman turned her face away, the room was completely dark, and I couldn't see her face clearly, only that her buttocks were very full, and I could vaguely see her prominent breasts.

Even my first time playing wife-swapping wasn't this nerve-wracking. What should I do? Ask her name first? Verify her identity before getting into bed? Sorry, there are no such rules in wife-swapping. The most captivating aspect of wife-swapping is the sensual experience. You can't know there's a naked woman lying in bed waiting for you, and then hesitate at the door after opening it—that's extremely impolite.

I told myself, it can't be that coincidental, right? With so many women, it's unlikely I'd just end up swapping with my own mother; it's like winning the lottery and never getting a chance. I was sweating profusely, but my penis was uncontrollably erect, as hard and thick as a large cedar branch. I couldn't leave; backing out at the last minute would be humiliating, making me a laughingstock, and standing someone up would violate the rules, leading to expulsion from the club, and my wife would definitely divorce me. I had no choice but to steel myself, step into the room, lock the door, and approach my sexual partner for the night to greet her…

I lowered my voice, as if afraid of being recognized, and whispered "Huh?" twice. The naked woman on the bed lowered her head, remaining silent. What was she doing? Was she really shy? Or was she really my mother, and I had frightened her? What if it really is her? My heart was pounding like a drum, and I was even more helpless if she didn't say anything.

However, I've seen some women who act cool and won't budge, remaining silent even after making love; others are chattering gossips, which is even worse. It's not like we're going to be together forever, so there's no need to confide in her, right? Yet she insists you open up to her. Sigh! I'm afraid of her talking too much, but if she's silent, I won't know what she's thinking.

Between the two, I'd rather she stay silent.

Okay, I patted my chest and approached her, trying to get a better look at her. However, the room was pitch black, and she was like a mist or a flower, so I couldn't see her face clearly. I only saw a snow-white back. As for whether it was smooth? I'll tell you after I touch it.

Looking closer, this woman's figure was quite attractive, especially the curve of her back, indicating a good figure. At first glance, while not exactly hourglass-shaped, her buttocks were large and round. My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and I could even see her deep buttock cleft and a small tuft of pubic hair peeking out from between her legs.

She casually tossed her hair, tossed her head from side to side, and then turned half her body towards me, letting me see her breasts bouncing up and down. They seemed quite large, though whether they were elastic enough would only be known after holding them. In short, she deliberately showed off her assets, letting you see that she was well-endowed, like someone in a high-rise building, not a low-rise, or an airport.

Also, her hair wasn't tied up in a bun, but loosely draped over her shoulders, making her look both languid and alluring. This calmed me down a bit, because my mother, who was at least in her forties if not fifty, couldn't possibly have such a good figure, or such firm breasts.

I felt really embarrassed; I'd been in her room for so long, only focused on looking at her body, that I'd even forgotten to take off my own clothes. I hurriedly stripped off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. No need to rush taking off your pants; if you realize anything's amiss, you can always leave immediately. It's called "seeing one thing and doing another."

Wow, the closer I got to her, the faster my heart pounded. I climbed onto the bed and sat beside her, treating her like a bomb—a real dilemma, too afraid to touch or hug her, like a mouse pulling a snail's pace. But then, she made a startling move, suddenly burying her head in my chest. Her soft hair and hot face pressed against my skin, our bodies pressed tightly together, stimulating my blood to boil. Her initiative in breaking the ice immediately escalated the atmosphere of lust.

At this point, I had cast aside all my inhibitions, closing my eyes. Whoever she was, I'd go for it—might as well do it while I could! I seized the opportunity to wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her. This intimate contact felt like being held in a warm, soft embrace. Her waist was incredibly slender, and she didn't have the typical middle-aged woman's belly. Without a word, my other hand immediately grasped her breasts, kneading and rubbing them. Wow, amazing! They felt wonderful, incredibly elastic. Her skin was even smoother than my wife Shanshan's; she was truly a sexy stunner. [url] www.6park. Damn

it, she seemed like she hadn't been with a man in ages, her lust was even greater than mine. Without a second thought, without caring that we'd never met before, she grabbed my neck, lifted her head, and tilted her head back, wanting me to kiss her. The moment my lips touched hers, she sucked on my tongue, even drawing my saliva into her mouth.

I was already quite adept at this kind of French kiss, so I readily obliged. Although I didn't know anything about her, I was already in a bind. Even if I caught bird flu, I didn't care anymore. In short, we were both completely absorbed in the kiss.

After a short while of passionate kissing, she slipped her delicate hand inside my underwear and began teasing my penis. The already erect shaft swelled even harder and thicker after a few strokes, throbbing inside my pants like a baton. Not yet satisfied, she pulled it out and played with it to her heart's content.

Of course, I wasn't going to give in. With my penis being held and manipulated at will, how could I, a respectable man, not take over a few parts of her body? So, I retaliated, reaching out and groping her body, sweeping her back, touching her thighs, even probing her vulva from between her legs, rubbing her breasts, digging into her vagina, and even poking her anus with my fingers. Hearing her lewd giggles, her seductive manner inviting me in, I understood. Her earlier silence was a facade of innocence; deep down,

she was a wanton slut. We French kissed and caressed each other, and soon she lay back on the bed, spread wide, her legs wide open, her vulva facing me. What did this mean? It meant we

could have sex!

I pressed my advantage, turning her over and pinning her down, immobilizing her. I took her two papaya-like nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking them like a child eating candy. Wow! They were exquisite; her nipples were harder than glass marbles. I suckled her breast and nipple with relish, while also caressing her thighs and exploring her vulva. Even without licking with my tongue, her pubic area was already wet and slippery, her inner thighs glistening with her juices—what a slut!

After being fondled for a while, she blushed and writhed, moaning and groaning until I was completely aroused. I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled down my underwear, got into position, and was about to thrust into her when she suddenly started playing games with me, pushing me away and pinning me down like a wrestler. When she spread her legs and brought her vulva to my lips, I realized—did she want to try 69? Of course, I was happy to oblige!

She stuck her butt out, straddled me, and took my penis in her mouth, like the song "Spitting out a big cigar" in a Cantonese pop song. She would suck on the glans for a moment, and then suck on the clitoris. Needless to say, with her handling my penis like that, it would be strange if it didn't turn into a spear eighteen feet long!

Also, at that time, she sucked and licked my penis like a puppy gnawing on a bone, so excited that she twisted her butt back and forth, making me almost lose control, because she spread her thighs open and closed, not only giving me a clear view of that fresh and delicious abalone, but also dripping juice from it.

I stretched out my long, thick tongue, wanting to lick it, but her buttocks kept bobbing up and down, her abalone sometimes lowering, sometimes rising. My tongue got tired, but I still couldn't reach it. Unexpectedly, she understood my intentions and delivered herself to my door, her plump buttocks lowering to just above my nose. So I stretched my neck and...

haha, I licked it! The "oyster sauce" was indeed juicy and flavorful. I swallowed her whole abalone, pubic hair, in one gulp. Just thinking about it, of course I couldn't eat it!

I stretched my tongue as far as I could, freely teasing between the abalone's lips, while the fishy, pungent smell from between her thighs kept wafting into my nostrils. Abalone sauce actually tastes quite fishy, which is why there's a saying, "Your mother's stinky." It's because if you eat someone else's abalone, you have to be prepared to suffer the consequences. Who told you to "fuck your mother's side"? Don't complain about the fishy smell.

Her actions quickly ignited my fire. Abalone is delicious, but nothing beats the thrill of having my penis inside and pounding away. Even an idiot like me knew what to do. I took her abalone in my mouth and sucked it all up, emptying all the juices. She immediately went limp and collapsed onto my stomach. This was perfect for me; even with a deliberately chosen position, I couldn't have gotten this comfortable!

I eagerly pulled away, supporting her waist from behind, lifting her buttocks slightly to adjust my position, then aimed my glans at her vaginal opening and thrust it in, all the way in.

Doggy style with her was a breeze, even more in sync than with Shanshan. I grabbed her breasts, kneading and rubbing them vigorously, my lower body pressed tightly against her buttocks, thrusting in and out forcefully until she trembled all over, her buttocks twisting left and right, moving in and out in rhythm with my movements. Judging from her wanton appearance, her clitoris was definitely numb from my pounding.

Her buttocks were like suction cups, pressed tightly against my lower abdomen, preventing my penis from slipping out during the frenzied fucking. This kind of fucking was incredibly pleasurable! Eek, she opened her mouth and started screaming, "Help..."

Her moans were so seductive, so wanton.

We clung to each other, our lower bodies constantly bumping against each other, her buttocks swaying back and forth, her juices flowing freely, her sweat glistening. Our four thighs were stuck together like glue, impossible to pull apart.

I can't remember how long we fucked like that, I only remember that before my legs gave out (kneeling on the bed doing doggy style for so long was really exhausting), I slammed into her for the first time. The force of that slam was something I'm incredibly proud of, it could be considered my masterpiece. Just hearing that woman's almost hoarse screams, I'm sure you can imagine it without me having to describe it further.

Thinking I had satisfied this woman, she lay limp beside me, clinging to me tightly, her four thighs wet and covered in semen, as if glued together. Swapping wives with this beauty was definitely worth the price; what warmed my heart most was that she initially seemed like a shy, resentful woman, but under my relentless thrusting, she transformed into an incredibly wanton slut. Still

wanting more, she brought her lips close, wanting another passionate kiss. I took the opportunity to brush aside the hair covering her face and see what she looked like. This woman was fiery with passion during sex, but I wondered if she was beautiful? She didn't need to be a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers; as long as she wasn't a dinosaur, I'd be satisfied.

Dawn had broken, and as I parted my hair, my eyes widened in shock. When I finally recognized the beautiful young woman I had spent the night with, my eyes practically bulged out of their sockets…

It was like a scene from a Cantonese soap opera, a tragic family drama. I had bet on the right thing—it was definitely my mother! How could I possibly kiss her again? I wanted nothing more than to disappear from her sight!

I hurriedly grabbed my underwear and put it on to cover myself, stammering, “Mom! It’s you?” But the question was pointless. I had already seen every inch of her body, and now she was lying naked on the bed, completely exposed. The answer was right before my eyes.

My mother's breasts trembled slightly, her face flushed, and she covered her breasts with both hands, her head bowed, unable to look me in the eye. She said with a mixture of shame and regret, "Good heavens?! Son, why did you choose to sleep with your mother of all people? You'll be punished by heaven!" Before she finished speaking, tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, leaving me at a loss, unsure of what to say to comfort her.

We, mother and son, had done such a foolish thing; we had nowhere to hide, let alone try to clean up the mess. My little brother, oblivious to the danger, was now erect again, peeking out from the edge of her underwear. My mother was still completely naked, all her body exposed before me. She could cover her breasts, but I could see her genitals. She just kept crying and sobbing, making me even more agitated. It's all my wife's fault for bringing me to this wife-swapping game; it's made me end up in this mess.

Now that things are done, I have to find a way to appease my mother, no matter what I do! She's a woman; she wanted a one-night stand but ended up letting her son have it all. She should at least say "sorry." So I leaned close to her ear, trying to gently persuade her: "Why don't you put your clothes back on first?" But saying that was incredibly embarrassing; the words caught in my throat.

My mother buried her face in my chest, tears streaming down her face, crying more and more pitifully. I didn't know whether to hug her or not, so I decided to be a gentleman and not back down, moving my shoulder closer for her to lean on.

"Son, I'm completely at a loss. What should I do?"

My chest was covered in my mother's tears, but my penis, misbehaving again, was erect and bulging against my underwear. I was caught in a dilemma, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed. With my mother's soft flesh pressed against me, her breasts pressing tightly against my chest, how could I possibly come up with a solution? All my ideas vanished! All I could do was stroke my mother's smooth back and try to comfort her with kind words.

"Mom, it's all my fault! I really didn't know it was you. If I had known, I wouldn't have slept with you. I'm the one who made you suffer. I'm not human, I'm worse than an animal. Hit me, scold me!" I said, patting my chest as I did so, making a "bang bang" sound.

Seeing me hitting myself so hard, knowing I could easily injure myself, Mom was naturally distressed. She grabbed my hand to stop me from hitting myself and said, "Son, it's not entirely your fault. Ultimately, it's all your good-for-nothing father's fault. He's always out there flirting with other women, leaving me all alone, only coming home when he's old and broke, which led to this shameful situation. Ah! Fate, fate."

"Mom, it really is fate. Of all the women I've chosen, I couldn't pick you. But last night, didn't you really recognize me?"

"Last night, the lights were off in the room, and you were thrusting into her from behind, making her dizzy and disoriented. How could she possibly see her face clearly? Plus, you were being deliberately mysterious, and your voice sounded different than usual. And you? There's no reason you wouldn't recognize your own mother."

I made it clear that she wasn't allowed to get angry before I dared to say it. She agreed, but told me not to take advantage of her. So I blurted out all my opinions about her figure. After listening, she said, "So you think so too.

I know my appearance isn't attractive to men, I look like an old lady. Otherwise, I wouldn't have spent tens of thousands on a body treatment and even had my face pulled, don't you think?"

My mother raised her head, brushed her hair aside, and turned her face to show me the scar behind her ear. No wonder, even though her makeup was completely ruined last night, she still looked so radiant. Turns out she'd had plastic surgery. She said she went to Japan and spent hundreds of thousands of yuan.

People say, "Men spend money on women, women spend money on themselves," and that's what it means.

"But what about your…" I hesitated to point at my mother's breasts, but she had stopped crying and was looking at me. Seeing my wide eyes and questioning gaze at her chest, she immediately retorted,

"You grew up drinking your mother's milk, don't you know that's true? I'm absolutely not lying.

Didn't you grab my breasts and squeeze them hard last night? You touched them, didn't you?" "What's wrong with it? I don't believe you can't tell the difference between real and fake. You can feel the difference when you touch a fake; there's a chemical implanted inside, it feels different to the touch! Also, if it's an artificial bust, there'll be a scar under the armpit. Do you see one here?"

I was still a little skeptical. Seeing my suspicious look, Mom grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest, wanting me to verify. I already felt too scared to look directly at her chest, let alone touch it. Mom thought I couldn't touch her, so she immediately sprawled out on the bed. She was still naked, displaying a bold and uninhibited attitude, not minding showing her son her whole body in broad daylight. What's wrong with Mom? Has she become so aroused that she's infatuated?

I really didn't have the courage to stare at my naked mother, but since she didn't seem to mind, I figured I might as well look. At worst, I'd get eye ulcers!

My mother's skin was dazzlingly white, with virtually no wrinkles. From the front, every part of her body was perfectly proportioned, a truly captivating sight. Even lying down, her breasts remained perfectly square, not splayed out at all, and looked quite firm, unlike some women whose breasts flatten out like fried eggs when they lie down.

Her waist was still slender, her belly wasn't folded, and her navel was perfectly clear.

As for her pubic hair, it wasn't thick, but it was very neatly trimmed; her thighs weren't together, deliberately spread open to let me see everything. Her vulva looked excellent, both fresh and plump, reminding me of its pungent smell and the feeling of penetrating it. Unfortunately, memories are just memories, not revisiting the place. Liquid was slowly seeping from her vulva, flowing down to her buttocks—the result of our passionate night. Seeing it made me shudder; I felt terrible for my mother.

My mother raised her arms behind her head, a posture that not only accentuated her breasts but also seemed to open the door wide, implying I could touch them. Really? How could I possibly touch my mother's breasts without regard for age or status? My heart pounded again, and my penis, already erect and harder than last night, soaked the front of my underwear with secretions. This reaction to my own mother made me incredibly uncomfortable.

I remembered playing with her breasts last night, treating her like a second person, enjoying it immensely. But now it was different. I felt awkward; not touching them seemed disrespectful, but my hands wouldn't obey me, trembling uncontrollably, and I couldn't bring myself to do it.

My mom asked me, "Why aren't you coming yet?" I told her, "With you watching like this, how dare I make a move?" Hearing this, she immediately closed her eyes, which emboldened me, and I dared to grab her.

First, I pinched her two nipples; they were hard and gave me a very real, explosive feeling. Then I touched her breasts, squeezing and kneading them; the two mounds of flesh were smooth and elastic. I squeezed them harder, and her breasts bounced in my hands, no matter how much I rolled and flattened them, I couldn't feel anything inside.

My mom let me touch her all over, and after a while, she couldn't wait to ask, "So, do you believe me now?"

"You can't deny it, it's definitely the real deal. And your butt? Sorry, I was a bit presumptuous, but by the way, is it original too?"

"Pah! Aside from ladyboys, what woman would wear a fake butt? Let me tell you the truth, I thought my butt was too fat, so I did six months of aerobics with a fitness coach to get rid of the excess fat on my belly and butt. Hmm, don't you think it looks good?"

My mom, quick as a flash, immediately turned around and showed me her butt. Her butt was as white as her back, and her buttocks were full and round. When it comes to women's butts, big is sexy. My mom taught me that when you marry, you should find a wife with a big butt, because she'll be good at having children. My mom herself is the example; she often attracts admiring glances from men on the street.

As I watched, I couldn't resist patting my mom's buttocks twice. The pats were loud and clear; her muscles weren't relaxed at all, still very elastic. After spending so much time working out, to achieve this, what more could one ask for? I was speechless. I accepted!

Anyway, with my mom's body so voluptuous now, I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. If I didn't look now, I might never have the chance again. Taking advantage of my mom like this was already ridiculously filial! My mom's skin was smooth to the touch, her breasts were the perfect size, and her buttocks were plump and bouncy, surpassing even Shanshan's. Not only were they beautiful in shape, but their quality was also slightly superior.

Western women, when young, have fair, rosy skin that Chinese women can't match, but Chinese women age much more slowly. I was fooled by Shanshan's charming eyes, thinking that all blondes and blue-eyed women were beauties. I was captivated by her before I even got a good look at her. Only after we married did I slowly see the truth: her skin was rough, and her face was covered in age spots. My mother's natural assets weren't as abundant as Shanshan's, but in terms of skincare, Shanshan was far superior.

Speaking of sex skills, Shanshan was an expert, knowing all sorts of tricks to play with you. Unfortunately, she wasn't faithful and was too promiscuous, leaving you shrouded in green terror day and night. But my mother wasn't a novice either. Although I claimed last night's battle was my masterpiece, half the credit should actually go to my mother. Because sex isn't a solo performance; if a woman isn't in sync, there's no song to sing. Someone needs to be there to make it a good show.

My comments about my mother were far beyond what is morally acceptable, but I wanted to preserve those beautiful memories. I started idolizing her, worshipping her beautiful body and her prowess in bed.

I was drooling as I stroked her thighs, muttering to myself, "Mom, you have such a great body, it's killing me!" But even my whispered words were overheard by her. She turned around and yelled fiercely, "Am I not the victim? You stinking men, all you think about is playing around with other women, completely neglecting your wives at home! Aren't wives human beings? Don't they have needs?"

"Mom, I'm sorry. It's not that you're wrong, it's just that I lacked self-control and couldn't resist the temptation of your stunning figure. We're both victims. Times have changed. It's not just men who like to patronize prostitutes; women also enjoy trying new things. I was too playful and promiscuous. I thought I'd struck gold when I hooked up with a foreign woman, but it turns out she was even more lustful than me. She wanted me to go with her to do wife-swapping, and I was forced to come along with my wife. This is karma! I'm swapping wives with my mom, and everything's gone wrong. I don't know how to explain this to Dad."

"Why should I explain to him? Don't be upset, isn't this a good thing! I'm too lazy to deal with that old geezer anymore. He's completely drained. He's tried everything—three-whip wine, Viagra, Indian herbal oil—but he still doesn't react at all. I've figured it out. I'm going to get over it and divorce him. He just doesn't want to, afraid that getting divorced at his age will make him a laughingstock. If you don't laugh, I'll be honest. I even went so far as to join a group of wives to go to Shenzhen to hire male prostitutes! Last night was the first time in my life that someone had been so good to me. I felt like I was in heaven. I didn't know it was you then. If you wanted me to elope with you, I would have agreed immediately."

At this point, the mother seemed to be overcome with grief and started crying again on the bed. When she started crying, I panicked again, trying to tell Mom to stop crying. I was so disoriented and didn't know what to do.

Mom said to me, "You're a man, you should know what to do."

I asked, "Know what to do?"

She said, "Who knows what you want to do?"

I didn't understand what she meant, and she cried even louder. I found her bra and panties she had taken off last night and tried to get her to put them on, thinking it would cheer her up. But she didn't appreciate it and threw them on the floor, refusing to wear them. Since

she wouldn't put her clothes back on, I didn't care. Was I supposed to just put mine on first and ignore her?

Finally, I pretended to be careful and whispered in her ear, "Mom, please don't cry anymore. What happened last night was my fault. I'm sorry, please don't be angry with me anymore, okay?"

I don't know if I misheard, but my mother said coquettishly, "I didn't say I was angry with you. I've already been seen naked and touched all over, and you're still like a block of wood, not understanding what I meant." "

You mean..."

"Think about it a little crookedly, and you'll understand."

I had no reason not to understand, but in front of my mother, I wouldn't dare to think that way even if I had the courage. Thinking too much would ruin my mind. I said to my mother, "So you're not angry with me anymore?" She nodded.

I pressed on and asked her, "So, you also want to..." I didn't dare to say the second half, it was too lewd.

Then it was her turn to ask me back: "Tell me, what do you want?" I said I didn't dare to continue. She said, "You're bullying me! You're so hesitant, are you taking advantage of your mother because she's ignorant?"

I said, "How dare I, I can't bully my mother, I'll be struck by lightning if I do!" Then I said, "Mom, you're so hot, I want to kiss you, is that okay?" I whispered this very close to her ear.

My mother said, "You just said I was a fake again?" I immediately comforted her, "Mom, don't cry, so you were just complaining that I don't know what's good for me!" That made her laugh through her tears.

She was lying face down on the bed. I patted her bottom and asked her where she wanted me to kiss her. She turned over and, like a shy girl experiencing her first stirrings of love, said to me, "We're not going to be so calculating, just kiss me wherever you want!" Then she closed her eyes intently, stretched out her arms for me to hug her, and I heard her say, "You said you'd kiss me again, why aren't you coming? Mom has no one to love her, you have to love me more!"

Hearing my mother say this, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her into my embrace, ready to kiss her until I was satisfied. She said, "Your kisses feel so good. Since we haven't put our clothes back on yet and we're already warmed up, how about..."

At this point, my mother pouted, waiting for me to kiss her.

Did I hear that right? What did my mother say? What was she trying to do? My heart nearly jumped out of my mouth. She reminded me that we'd been completely naked in bed from last night until this morning. My mom had let me do whatever I wanted, touching her breasts and genitals, without fear of being taken advantage of. Why was I so scared now? Just because she's my mother?

If she were a stranger, with no blood relation, it wouldn't matter, but sleeping with my mom still made me uncomfortable. Seeing my mom so flirtatious, sprawled on the bed like she was in heat, waiting to be kissed, was I going to back down just because she was my mother?

Never mind all that. My mom said she's human too, with feelings. Am I not human, without feelings? How do I explain what happened last night? Apart from the fact that she is my mother, she is actually no different from other women. Is it because of this reason that I cannot kiss her? Are you okay? Come on if you have nothing to do! At worst, if she is the second woman, there will be no worries. The lust came from my guts. I closed my eyes for a moment, and then we kissed again. It’s not like we’ve never fought before. Now even thunder can’t split us apart!

As soon as I lay on my mother's body, with our breasts touching each other, she hugged me tightly and brought her little mouth over automatically. You kissed me, and I kissed you. I was as inseparable as conjoined twins. She started by gently stroking my back with her hands, but soon she became even more impatient than me and took the initiative to reach into my underwear and take out my anti-aircraft gun. Wow! She knew she'd struck gold the moment she touched me, because my penis was already fully erect and ready for action.

She quickly pulled off my inconvenient underwear and immediately began to stroke it with her gentle hands. Honestly, my penis was rock hard, veins bulging, and throbbing, thanks to Mom's ministrations. It was ready to fire. If she suddenly backed out and refused to have sex with me, leaving me unable to stop, I'd curse her! If I couldn't find a woman, I'd treat even a sow as a wife in an emergency.

My mom bit my earlobe and whispered in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Let me play with your little pecker, okay?"

Just then, as we were about to make love again, someone knocked on the door and shouted, "Wife, it's me! Are you in the room?"

Postscript

Without a doubt, it was my dad knocking on the door! Everyone had been out all night and gone home, except him, who couldn't get into his room; the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door was still up.

I looked at my mom, gave her a wink, and asked her what to do. Just now, I was rolling around in bed with my mom, both of us were quite aroused, and my "cannon" was already inside her, giving her a good massage, which I was enjoying immensely. I thrust hard, until my mom was shaking her head and moaning like crazy... The old man was standing at the door; even a deaf person could hear him!

Seeing that I dared not move, Mom immediately used both legs to trap me from behind, locking me in place, afraid I would pull my penis out. How could I escape when Mom wouldn't let me go? Mom

tightened her vaginal muscles, gripping my penis tightly, and told me to keep going, ignoring Dad and letting him wait at the door. I said, "Dad's standing at the door banging on it, it's making things difficult for me!" Mom impatiently responded, telling him to stay outside a little longer; she was having sex, and he could only come in after she was finished. I'm truly amazed by my mother; how could she say such things to my husband!

My mom said, "So what if he's your husband? Even if he's the emperor, there's no room for discussion!" But I actually felt a connection to what my mom said. My wife, Shanshan, would she even remember her husband when she's having sex with another man?

Guess if my dad knows which man is having sex with his wife in his room? He's not old enough to have dementia, he definitely knows. Saying he doesn't is just pretending! I searched the whole ship and only found Shanshan, but not me. Where could I possibly be?

Anyway, here's what happened: last night, my dad didn't happen to get the key to my room, but he did look for me before knocking on his door. He found Shanshan, but since he didn't have a sexual partner, the two of them...

sigh! I just had to swallow my pride. I know perfectly well what kind of person my wife is. Since I came out to have fun, I was mentally prepared, and there was nothing I could do about feeling uncomfortable. The father and son each took turns having sex with each other; when he had sex with my wife, I had sex with his. I don't know how he did it, but I had sex with her

until the boat was almost docked. My mother wouldn't let me leave until we were about to disembark. I couldn't find my own partner in time, and we switched places after we got ashore. Looking at my father, he seemed expressionless. Shanshan once boasted that even if her father-in-law was a salted fish, she could turn him into a seafood. I'll ask her to find out what happened. Shanshan shook her head, admitting that she couldn't bring him back to life. According to Shanshan, her father probably couldn't overcome his own psychological barrier. She had tried everything, but still couldn't turn her father-in-law's dead snake into a dragon.

Comparisons are odious. My mother and I were like a pair of starving lovers, going at it again and again. My mother was even more greedy than Shanshan, pounding away at me until I was completely drained, sucking and licking my penis clean before letting me go. My back ached, my legs were weak, and I could barely walk without Shanshan's help. My mother was even

worse off. She clutched her vulva, saying that I had fucked her until it was swollen and painful, almost to the point of screaming for help. She limped out of the room, saying that she had never experienced such pleasure before, and that she would be willing to die from the pain.

What really happened to Dad last night? Nobody knows unless he tells them. The rules forbade male guests from singing about it afterward. They could boast as much as they wanted, claiming to be incredibly skilled, but they were forbidden from commenting on which woman was attractive or not, and female guests were not allowed to reveal which male guest was a good match in bed. Wife-swapping was all about unspoken relationships; whether Dad could profit from it was up to him. After a night together, they remained friends the next day; whether the night was good or not, everyone understood. These were the basic social etiquette rules of the wife-swapping club.

A few months later, Shan Shan noticed her mother wearing a wide skirt and looking plump, and said to me, "Judging from your figure, you seem pregnant." "Really?" I joked with my mother, asking if she had stopped going to gymnastics lately.

She said, "Fuck you! I'm exactly what people call 'shameless, pregnant to 49,' and even you're making fun of me."

Mom's pregnant? This is a big deal! I thought back to that morning when we were having sex. I was so focused on getting to it that I thought Mom was an acquaintance and didn't need to be so formal. I went straight in without a condom, breaking the first rule of the wife-swapping club. It's very likely that I'm the one who got the seed. I'll remember this from now on: no matter how familiar I am with someone, I must always wear a seatbelt in the car, or someone will die!

I asked Mom who the sex worker was. She said, "Why am I suddenly being so filial to her?" Yes, I know I was wrong. I've always neglected my mother. When I wanted her to help me relieve my desires, I would say I loved her, and then it would all be over. So I shifted the blame to Shanshan, saying it was all her fault for having such a high sex drive, keeping me constantly busy and not even having time to check on my mother. For the past few months, I haven't even had a chance to ask if she needed me to relieve her itch.

I asked her how much my father knew about the truth. My mother said, "I barely speak two words to him all day. If you're so curious, go ask him yourself!" It

wasn't that I didn't want to clean up this mess, but I didn't know how to proceed. Actually, I'm not stupid. These kinds of family scandals involving mothers and sons, or fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law, are best kept as secret as possible. They must never be publicized, and especially, I shouldn't take the blame or falsely accuse anyone of being involved.

I secretly asked my dad to talk to me, and he sighed and said, "You don't even need a blood test to know it wasn't me who fathered it. I wouldn't have that ability! Who is this 'guest brother'? Anyone is fine! Your dad has done so many philandering things, and this is the retribution he's received. The number of 'children' he's sown outside is countless. It's good this way; as long as your mom doesn't keep nagging about divorce, it's already a blessing in disguise. Divorce..." "It's like dividing the inheritance with her. Anyway, I can't take all my assets to the grave, so it'll all be left

to you and your children!" I patted my dad's shoulder, comforting him, "I can't help with the grudges and entanglements between you and Mom from the previous generation. As for this future younger brother, don't worry, I'll definitely take care of him until he grows up. But as for those casual entanglements with strangers outside, sorry, you'll have to figure that out yourself!"

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