Housework

They say a man is in his prime at forty, but I'm well into my forties and still haven't accomplished anything. I'm
a minor director in a government agency, with little power but lots of work, and
I have to be mindful of my superiors' moods every day. Sometimes I feel so tired of living, I really want to quit, but what can I do? I'm not young anymore,
so I guess I'll just have to take it one day at a time in this agency.

Although I'm not doing very well at work, I do have one thing that my colleagues envy: my
family. It's really good, and I'm quite content. My wife is beautiful. Although she's in her early forties, she
doesn't look much different from when she was younger, and she's gained a mature womanly charm. She's also maintained
a good . She's a teacher at a top high school in our city, and her salary is higher than mine. How could I not be content?

My son is also doing well. He's in high school at his mother's school and is about to take the college entrance exam. His grades are pretty good, and he has
a good chance of getting into a top university. Of course, I have to thank my wife for that too. I'm usually quite busy and don't have time to tutor my son
. His mother tutors him the whole time, so he's closer to her than me.

Actually, in other people's eyes, I'm doing pretty well. Thinking about it, it makes sense. At my age,
as long as my wife and child are happy, what more could I ask for?

But recently, I've noticed a problem with my usually obedient son. Last week, his homeroom teacher
called , saying he's been frequently late, or skipping the first two periods in the morning, and even when he's in
the classroom, he seems distracted. This worries me and is quite strange.

His mother takes care of everything, and they go to the same school. My wife usually goes to work with him
; surely she knows he's been late and absent?

But when I asked my wife, she hesitated for a moment and said she didn't know either.

This made me even more confused. I scolded her a bit, blaming her for not paying attention to our son.

Instead, she complained, saying I don't care about him and now she's blaming me. Knowing I
was in the wrong , I didn't say anything more.

The next morning, I left for work early. After sitting in my office for a while, I called the school. My son
's homeroom teacher said that my son hadn't arrived yet, but his mother had called to say that he wasn't feeling well
and would be late.

After hanging up, I was very worried. My son was perfectly fine when I left, and my wife hadn't mentioned it.

So I called home, but the phone rang several times without being answered. I tried my wife's
cell phone, but it was switched off.

Still uneasy, I left the office and rushed home.

Before I even got home, just as I entered the courtyard of our apartment complex, I saw my wife and son coming out of the building, chatting and laughing
. My wife was dressed very nicely, and my son was holding his mother's hand. My wife was occasionally tidying his
hair; the two seemed very affectionate, and my son didn't look sick at all. I was about to go up
and greet them, asking what was going on, when my wife had already taken my son's hand and gotten into a taxi. I had no choice but
to return to the office, completely bewildered.

That evening, I asked my wife, and she said that our son just had a sudden headache
, nothing serious. "Then why didn't he answer the phone?" I asked her, feeling relieved.

"Was that you calling? I was giving him his medicine, so I didn't answer!" my wife said, glancing at me.

A few days passed like that, and I was busy at work every day, so I forgot about it.

One morning, I rushed out the door and forgot to bring a document.

I only remembered when I got to the gate of the community, so I hurriedly rushed home and knocked on the door for a long time

before my wife finally opened it. When she saw me, she looked surprised.

I noticed that her face was a little red and her hair was a little messy.

"Why did it take you so long to open the door?" I said, and rushed inside to get the document. I saw
our son sitting at the table, looking a little flustered. I casually told him, "Hurry up, don't be
late for school again!"

Our son nodded obediently. I grabbed the document and went out again, not having time to think about anything else.

It wasn't until I sat down in my office that I had time to think about it. I felt there must be something else going on, but I couldn't figure it out no matter
how long thought about it.

Then, a sudden inspiration struck me, and I came up with a plan. The next morning, while my son was still asleep, I
asked my
wife to go out and buy breakfast. Then, while she was still home, I called her cell phone and told her I had an urgent matter at work and wouldn't be eating, so I left early. Then, I crawled under the bed in the bedroom and waited. A little while later, my wife came back and called my son to get up. "
Hurry up, or you'll be late again!" That was my wife's voice.

Soon, my son got up and was washing his face and teething, asking his mother, "Mom, did Dad go to work?"

"Yes! Hurry up, don't be late again!" my wife said loudly.

Soon, I heard the sound of eating coming from the living room. I couldn't see anything, but I heard my wife whisper outside
, "You're back to your old habits. You better behave and eat properly. Drink this glass of milk!"

"I don't want to drink it. I want to drink Mom's milk. Mom's milk tastes better than cow's milk!" my son said.

"Bullshit, Mom's milk's dried up a long time ago," my wife said with a grin. I was startled and peeked
through . My son was standing in front of his mother, touching her breast.

I was terrified and speechless. I froze on the floor, too scared to move. My heart
was pounding with fear.

Clearly, my wife and son in the living room hadn't expected me to be home. Their actions became increasingly
oblivious to their surroundings . My son's hand was already inside his mother's collar. My wife smiled at him
and said, "Don't want to go to school again? Be careful your dad finds out."

"No way, Dad's long gone!" my son said, then squatted down and lifted my wife's shirt.

My wife, smiling, unhooked her bra, revealing her large, white breasts. She pinched one and put it into
our son's mouth. "Eat up," she

said, "you have to go to school after you're full!" The living room fell silent except for the sounds of sucking. I saw my wife close her eyes, cradling
our son 's head, while he suckled happily from his mother's full breast, just like when he was a baby.

I can't describe my feelings and shock. I desperately wanted to rush out and expose this appalling scene,
but I didn't dare move. I was terrified. I felt as if I were witnessing this happy family crumble. I knew that
if I rushed out, everything would be irreversible.

A moment later, I saw the mother and son walk hand in hand towards the bedroom. My wife even kissed our son affectionately.
With a pinch, the son gave his mother a squeeze on the buttocks.

The mother and son went into the room, laughing, and closed the door. I was so tense I dared not breathe; my worst fears were about to
come true.

Because I was under the bed, I couldn't see what they were doing, only hear my wife and son get into bed
, followed by the rustling sound of clothes being undressed, then the sound of tongues kissing flesh. My wife let out
a suppressed moan, just like when we made love. I felt like everything was over, like my
body was being crushed to pieces.

Then there was a loud creaking sound from the bed. My wife moaned, "Good son, be gentle... don't
rush... take it slow..."

The son didn't make a sound, only his heavy breathing. I could feel the bed vibrating,
an unusual vibration.

I felt paralyzed. My body was limp and powerless; I felt an unprecedented fear, and
cold sweat poured down my body.

After a while, I heard my wife's voice grow softer and softer, like a low moan in her throat, as if she were about to suffocate
. Then the bed shook more violently. Next, I heard my son, panting heavily, jump off the bed,
followed by the sound of kissing, and then the hurried sound of him getting dressed.

My son was saying, "Mom, hurry up, we're late again!"

My wife's voice replied, "It's no use rushing now. I told you not to do it, but you insisted. Wait a minute, I'll go talk to your
teacher , and tell her you're still sick and went to the hospital for an injection..."

With that, my wife and son hurriedly left. It

took me ages to crawl out from under the bed, feeling completely lost. I sat on the bed for a long time, forgetting even
to smoke. The sheets were white, and it looked like my wife and son had tidied up before leaving; they were neat and tidy, as if nothing had happened
. Suddenly, I felt despair and fear.

That day, I went back to my office and sat there all day, without saying a word, thinking a lot. Fortunately, I was the boss,
and my subordinates didn't dare ask any questions. I got home when it was dark. My wife had already prepared a table full of food and was waiting for me
. We've been married for twenty years, and I'm used to this kind of life, but today I felt something was strange.

I knew that this true happiness was truly far away from me.

I sat down at the table without saying a word. When my son saw me, his face showed the usual fear. "Eat!"
I picked up my chopsticks, feeling genuinely hungry. The family sat down at the table and began to eat quietly.

My wife sensed something was wrong first. She looked at me with some confusion and asked, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" I tried my best to hide my feelings. "I was just a little busy at work. Let's eat!"

That night, my wife probably felt a little guilty. She tried to seduce me by lying on top of me, but I
pushed her away . "Go to sleep. We're an old married couple!"

That night, I couldn't sleep. My wife didn't sleep well either; I could hear her tossing and turning.
The next morning, I didn't leave early. I lingered until my wife and son had left before heading to work. This was
the first time I'd been late since I started working, and many colleagues were quite surprised. One of my older superiors even joked with me,
"What's wrong? Even our director is late. It's like the sun rose in the west."

Several weeks passed like this. Aside from work, I stayed home, never venturing out. My wife found it
strange , and life at home became unusually quiet. But I knew this was futile; what was coming would eventually happen.
That evening, during dinner, I saw my son winking at my wife. My wife pretended to
be nonchalant , but I knew something was amiss. I pretended not to know anything either.

After dinner, my son went to evening study. Not long after, my wife told me she had to go to school;
she was a homeroom teacher and needed to hold a class meeting. Then she left.

I gave a cold laugh and followed her out, taking with me a pair of binoculars I'd bought during a trip abroad the previous year
, and following her at a distance. Sure enough, just as I expected, after walking for a short while, I
saw my son turn out of an alley. The mother and son walked together, chatting and laughing, completely
unaware that I was following behind.

They continued until they reached a movie theater. It was the off-season, so there weren't many moviegoers; there were practically no
people in front of the door. My wife and son bought tickets and quickly slipped into the theater under the cover of darkness. I rushed over and
asked the ticket seller what tickets the two people who had just gone in had bought. The ticket seller told me they had bought
box , so I quickly bought a box number 6 next door and went into the theater.

Once inside, it was even darker. I looked around and saw that there were hardly any people. I followed the aisle to
box

These boxes had a small door at the front, so you couldn't see inside.

I closed the door, sat in the darkness, and felt my body trembling; I was surprisingly excited.

Box number 5 was right next door. I glanced at it; the partition was made of thin plywood.
Without hesitation, I pulled out a knife and secretly drilled a hole in the plywood. Then I peered through it
, my eyes adjusted to the dim light in the theater, and I could see clearly.

Sure enough, my wife and son were sitting next to me. At first, my son was quite well-behaved, but soon he became restless, his hands
starting to grope his mother. My wife smiled and simply said, "Don't move, just watch
the movie , it's very good!" My son wouldn't listen and reached for his wife's blouse. His wife slapped his hand
, "Are you trying to kill me? Be careful someone sees!"

"What are you afraid of, Mom? We're in a private box, no one can see!" my son said, already having unbuttoned his
mother 's blouse. He seemed quite skilled at it. Then the son went to unhook his wife's bra. This time,
she tried to stop him several times, but to no avail. He finally let it go, and his wife's full
, snow-white breasts bounced out. To be honest, although she was forty-two, she didn't look old at all
. Her breasts were still very elastic, white, and large—quite alluring.

"This child, I just can't do anything with you!" the wife sighed, putting the bra aside and
buttoning up . "Go ahead and touch them like that, just don't let anyone see!"

The son grinned and reached into his mother's bosom, playing with what should have been his. The wife
smiled sweetly at her son. After touching them for a while, his other hand reached under his wife's skirt.
The wife laughed and squeezed her legs together. "That won't do! Did you wash your hands today? You're touching me with dirty hands again."

The son persisted, and finally, his wife spread her legs, half-reclined on the sofa, and closed her eyes,
seemingly enjoying herself. I glanced down and saw that my son had squatted down and buried his head under his mother's skirt. This
kid, I don't know where he learned these things, and he's quite skilled at it. His wife really did look like she was enjoying herself,
but she didn't dare moan, just breathing heavily.

The son looked up, smacked his lips, and said, "Mom, it tastes so good!"

"Pah! Shameless!" His wife blushed slightly; after all, she was from that era
and still . She glanced at her son and said somewhat embarrassedly, "If it tastes good, then you
can have a few more bites, but you have to bite gently when you bite, you can't bite there!" I glanced away
and saw that under his wife's skirt, her panties had been pulled down to her ankles, and beneath that tuft of dark, shiny pubic hair, her two
purplish-red labia were already glistening with moisture.

My son happily lowered his head again, while my wife had an expression of ecstasy. I'd never seen her
so flirtatious, damn it! I cursed.

At this point, my wife also became more proactive, her hands groping my son's body, even unzipping his
pants , taking out his penis, and rubbing it in her hand. I looked down and was surprised to see that his penis
was almost as big as mine, and even seemed a bit thicker. It looked even bigger in my wife's hands. No wonder this
kid was starting to think about women.

The two of them were indulging themselves right under my nose. Of course, I was furious, but dared not
make a sound . At the same time, I felt a strange, unprecedented thrill. I took a deep breath, my eyes involuntarily
widening.

I was also curious where my son had learned all this; he seemed more professional than me. Sigh! It seems
technology is too advanced these days; he knows everything he shouldn't.

I turned and glanced outside the private room. A foreign pornographic film was playing on the screen, and the beautiful, sexy
actress was moaning exaggeratedly. Looking down at the screen, the lighting was dim, and a few people were scattered around
, mostly couples, already embracing. I could even hear a suppressed moan coming from the corner
.

I sighed, shook my head, and thought, "How did I end up in a place like this?
What will my colleagues think if they find out?

" Thinking this, I went back into my own private room and looked at the next room. My son had already poked his head
out from between his mother's legs and was sitting next to his wife, tightly hugging her. One hand was still groping under his mother's
skirt, while the other was already inside her clothes. His wife looked very satisfied
, still holding her son's large penis in her hand; it seemed she was quite fond of it.

After a while, my son whispered something in his mother's ear, so softly I didn't hear it. I noticed
my wife's face turn red, as if she were embarrassed. She lightly slapped my son and said, "You're
such a trickster!"

Then, she looked around the room, and seeing it was quiet, she lowered her head
and took his large penis into her mouth. Judging from her actions, my wife seemed quite experienced; she was just
a little nervous in a different environment.

I could tell from my son's ecstatic expression.

Seeing my wife bent over with my son's penis in her mouth, I thought, "What's going on here?"

My son wasn't shy at all. He turned to the side, grabbed his mother's buttocks, and
lifted her skirt, gently pulling down her white panties. Seeing his mother's round, white buttocks, he started
swallowing hard, his hands stroking her smooth skin.

I truly couldn't take it anymore. To be honest, although my wife is middle-aged, she's maintained herself very well,
especially her buttocks, which have always been my favorite—snow-white, smooth, plump, round, and elastic.
Seeing them being played with like this by my son made me feel terrible.

I really wanted to rush next door, but I knew that if I did, everything I had would disappear, and I
was afraid of that outcome.

Of course, my son didn't know I was next door, so he played with his mother's buttocks without restraint, occasionally
leaning in to kiss her snow-white, plump buttocks.

Honestly, at that moment, I really couldn't hold back anymore. I wanted to leave, but
somehow I couldn't bear to, and my penis uncontrollably became erect. I was filled with desire, something
I hadn't experienced in the last ten years. Good heavens! Am I a pervert? I was shocked myself.

Just as I was feeling incredibly lewd, my son whispered from next door, "Mom, you're
so !"

My wife looked up, wiped her mouth, and glared at her son. "It's all your fault, you naughty boy,
making Mom... Aren't you going to think of a solution?"

My son chuckled and said softly, "Let's start then, otherwise we'll be late getting home!"

"Yeah, evening study is almost over!" My wife nodded, glancing cautiously outside the box.
I was furious. Why was this theater so quiet and empty? Otherwise, my wife and son
wouldn't have dared to continue, but I also felt a pang of reluctance.

Seeing no one outside, my wife turned to look at my son and whispered something. Then, my son
obediently sat on the sofa, though his pants were pulled down to his groin, and his penis was sticking out,
wet with what was probably my wife's saliva.

My wife stood in front of our son, her back to him, a slightly embarrassed expression on her face. She
hesitated , glanced outside, then gently lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, and
carefully lowered herself onto her son's large penis, grasping it in one hand. I could almost picture how it
slid into her warm, moist vagina. This filled me with intense jealousy.

My wife swayed her large, white buttocks as she sat on my son's lap,
moaning softly, but it was still irresistible. I couldn't resist anymore. It was strange;
I'd never realized my wife was so alluring, so seductive.

Somehow, I suddenly felt a tremendous pleasure, something I hadn't experienced in years
. That feeling of anger and excitement gave me an unprecedented thrill.

Good heavens, what was happening?

Watching the mother and son next door, so engrossed in their playful antics, I truly didn't know whether to be angry or happy. An
indescribable emotion welled up inside me. Then, I caught a glimpse of my son's
schoolbag tossed in the corner of the sofa, and a wave of sadness washed over me.

They say a man is in his prime at forty, but I'm well into my forties and still haven't accomplished anything. I'm
a minor director in a government agency, with little power but a lot of work, and
I have to be mindful of my superiors' moods every day. Sometimes I feel so tired of living, I really want to quit, but what can I do? I'm not young anymore, so I guess
I'll just have to muddle through each day.

Although I'm not doing very well at work, I do have one thing that my colleagues envy: my
family. It's really good, and I'm quite content. My wife is beautiful. Although she's in her early forties, she
hasn't changed much since she was younger, and she's gained a mature, womanly charm. She's also maintained
a good . She's a teacher at a top high school in our city, and her salary is higher than mine. How could I not be content?

My son is doing quite well; he's in high school at his mother's school and will be taking the college entrance exam soon. His grades are pretty good, and he has
a good chance of getting into a top university. Of course, I have to thank my wife for that. I'm usually quite busy and don't have time to tutor him
, so his mother is the one who helps him with his studies. That's why he's closer to his mother than to me.

Actually, in other people's eyes, I'm doing pretty well. Thinking about it, it makes sense. At my age,
as long as my wife and child are happy, what more could I ask for?

But recently, I've noticed a problem with my usually obedient son. Last week, his homeroom teacher
called , saying that he's been frequently late, or skipping the first two periods in the morning,
and even sitting in the classroom looking distracted. This worries me and is quite strange.

His mother takes care of everything, and they go to the same school. My wife usually goes to work with
him ; surely she knows he's been late and skipping classes?

But when I asked my wife, she hesitated for a moment and said she didn't know either.

This made me even more confused, and I scolded her a bit for not paying attention to our son.

Instead, she complained, saying I never cared about our son and now I was blaming her. Knowing I
was in the wrong , I didn't dare say anything more.

The next morning, I left for work early. After sitting in the office for a while, I called the school. My son
's homeroom teacher said he hadn't arrived yet; his mother had called to say he wasn't feeling well
and would be late.

After hanging up, I was worried. My son was fine when I left, and my wife hadn't mentioned it.

So I called home, but the phone rang several times without answering
. I tried my wife's cell phone, but it was off.

I was still uneasy, so I left the office and rushed home.

Before I even got home, just as I entered the courtyard of the apartment complex, I saw my wife and son coming out of the building, chatting and laughing
. My wife was dressed very nicely, and my son was holding his mother's hand. My wife was occasionally tidying his
hair; the two looked very affectionate, and my son didn't seem sick at all. I was about to go up
and say hello, to ask what happened, when my wife had already taken my son's hand and gotten into a taxi. I
returned to the office, completely bewildered.

That evening, I asked my wife, and she said our son just had a sudden headache, nothing serious.
"Then why didn't you answer the phone?" I asked, relieved.

"Was that you calling? I was giving our son his medicine, so I didn't answer!" my wife said, glancing at me.

A few days passed like this, and I was busy at work every day, so I forgot about it.

One morning, I rushed out the door and forgot a document.

I only remembered when I reached the gate of the complex, so I hurried home and knocked for a long time before

my wife finally opened the door. When she saw me, she looked surprised.

I noticed her face was a little red, and her hair was a bit messy.

"Why did it take you so long to open the door!" I said, rushing inside to grab the documents. I saw
my son sitting at the table, looking a bit flustered. I casually told him, "Hurry up, don't
be late for school again!"

My son nodded obediently. I grabbed the documents and left again, not having time to think about anything else. It wasn't

until I sat in my office that I had time to think about it. I felt there must be something else going on
, but I couldn't figure it out. Then, a sudden inspiration struck me.

The next morning, while my son was still asleep, I asked my wife to go out and buy breakfast. Then, while she was still
home I called her cell phone and told her I had an urgent matter at work and wouldn't be eating, so I left early. Then
, I crawled under the bed in the bedroom and waited. A little while later, my wife returned and called my son to get up, "
Hurry up, or you'll be late again!" That was my wife's voice.

Soon, my son got up, washing his face and teeth, asking his mother, "Mom, did Dad go to work?"

"Yes! Hurry up, don't be late again!" my wife said loudly.

Soon after, the sound of eating came from the living room. I couldn't see anything, but I heard my wife whispering outside
, "Your old habit's back again. Behave yourself, eat properly, and drink this glass of milk!"

"I don't want it! I want Mom's milk! Mom's milk tastes better than cow's milk!" my son said.

"Nonsense, Mom doesn't have any milk anymore," my wife said with a grin. I was startled and peeked
through . My son was standing in front of his mother, touching her breast.

I was terrified, speechless, and froze on the floor, too
scared .

Clearly, my wife and son in the living room hadn't expected me to be home. Their actions became increasingly
oblivious to . My son's hand was already inside his mother's collar. My wife smiled at him,
saying, "Don't want to go to school again? Be careful your dad finds out."

"No way, Dad's long gone!" my son said, then squatted down and lifted my wife's shirt.

My wife, smiling, unhooked her bra, revealing her large, white breasts. She pinched one and put it into
our son's mouth. "Eat up," she

said, "you have to go to school after you're full!" The living room fell silent except for the sounds of sucking. I saw my wife close her eyes, cradling
our son 's head, while he suckled happily from his mother's full breast, just like when he was a baby.

I can't describe my feelings and shock at that moment. I desperately wanted to rush out and expose this appalling scene.
But I didn't dare move, I remained motionless. I was terrified. I could almost see this happy family crumbling. I knew that
if I rushed out, everything would be irreversible.

A moment later, I saw the mother and son walk hand in hand into the bedroom. My wife even gave our son a loving
kiss, and he pinched his mother's bottom.

The mother and son went into the room laughing and closed the door. I was so tense I didn't dare breathe. What I feared was finally about to
happen.

Because I was under the bed, I couldn't see what they were doing. I could only hear my wife and son getting into bed
, followed by the rustling sound of clothes being undressed, and then the sound of tongues kissing flesh. My wife let out
a suppressed moan, just like when we made love. I felt like everything was over, like my
body was being crushed to pieces.

There was a loud noise on the bed, a creaking sound. My wife was moaning, "Good son, be gentle... don't
rush... take it slow..."

My son didn't make a sound, I could only hear him breathing heavily. I could feel the bed vibrating,
an unusual vibration, from under the bed.

I felt like I was paralyzed. My body felt limp and powerless. I felt an unprecedented fear, and
cold sweat broke out all over my body.

After a while, I heard my wife's voice grow weaker and weaker, like a low moan in her throat, as if she was about to
suffocate. Then the bed shook more violently. I heard my son gasping for breath, jumping off the bed,
followed by the sound of kissing, and then the sound of him hurriedly getting dressed.

My son was saying, "Mom, hurry up, we're late again!"

My wife's voice was, "It's no use being busy now. I told you not to do it, but you insisted. Wait a minute, I'll go talk to your
teacher , and tell her you're still sick and went to the hospital for an injection..."

With that, my wife and son hurriedly left. It

took me a long time to crawl out from under the bed. I felt like I had lost my soul. I sat on the bed for a long time, forgetting to smoke
. The sheets were white, and it looked like my wife and son had tidied up before they left. They were very neat, as if nothing had happened
. I suddenly felt despair and fear.

That day, I sat in my office all day, silent, lost in thought. Luckily, I was the boss,
and my subordinates didn't dare ask any questions. I didn't get home until dark. My wife had already prepared a table full of food and
was waiting for me. We've been married for twenty years, and I'm used to this kind of life, but today felt very strange.

I knew that this true happiness was truly far away from me.

I sat at the table without saying a word. My son saw me, and his face showed his usual fear. "Eat!"
I picked up my chopsticks, feeling genuinely hungry. The family sat down at the table and began to eat quietly.

My wife sensed something was wrong first, looking at me with some confusion, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" I tried my best to hide my feelings. "I was just a little busy at work. Let's eat!"

That evening, my wife probably felt a little guilty and tried to seduce me, but I
pushed her away . "Go to sleep, we're an old married couple!"

That night, I couldn't sleep. My wife didn't sleep well either; I could hear her tossing and turning.
The next morning, I didn't leave early. I lingered until my wife and son had left before heading to work. This was
the first time I'd been late since I started working, and many colleagues were quite surprised. One of my older superiors even joked with me,
"What's wrong? Even our director is late. It's like the sun rose in the west."

Several weeks passed like this. Aside from work, I stayed home, never venturing out. My wife found it
strange , and life at home became unusually quiet. But I knew this was futile; what was coming would eventually happen.
That evening, during dinner, I saw my son winking at my wife. My wife pretended to
be nonchalant , but I knew something was amiss. I pretended not to know anything either.

After dinner, my son went to evening study. Not long after, my wife told me she had to go to school;
she was a homeroom teacher and needed to hold a class meeting. Then she left.

I gave a cold laugh and followed her out, taking with me a pair of binoculars I'd bought during a trip abroad the previous year
, and following her at a distance. Sure enough, just as I expected, after walking for a short while, I
saw my son turn out of an alley. The mother and son walked together, chatting and laughing, completely
unaware that I was following behind.

They continued until they reached a movie theater. It was the off-season, so there weren't many moviegoers; there were practically no
people in front of the door. My wife and son bought tickets and quickly slipped into the theater under the cover of darkness. I rushed over and
asked the ticket seller what tickets the two people who had just gone in had bought. The ticket seller told me they had bought
box , so I quickly bought a box number 6 next door and went into the theater.

Once inside, it was even darker. I looked around and saw that there were hardly any people. I followed the aisle to
box

These boxes had a small door at the front, so you couldn't see inside.

I closed the door, sat in the darkness, and felt my body trembling; I was surprisingly excited.

Box number 5 was right next door. I glanced at it; the partition was made of thin plywood.
Without hesitation, I pulled out a knife and secretly drilled a hole in the plywood. Then I peered through it
, my eyes adjusted to the dim light in the theater, and I could see clearly.

Sure enough, my wife and son were sitting next to me. At first, my son was quite well-behaved, but soon he became restless, his hands
starting to grope his mother. My wife smiled and simply said, "Don't move, just watch
the movie , it's very good!" My son wouldn't listen and reached for his wife's blouse. His wife slapped his hand
, "Are you trying to kill me? Be careful someone sees!"

"What are you afraid of, Mom? We're in a private box, no one can see!" my son said, already having unbuttoned his
mother 's blouse. He seemed quite skilled at it. Then the son went to unhook his wife's bra. This time,
she tried to stop him several times, but to no avail. He finally let it go, and her full
, snow-white breasts bounced out. To be honest, although she was forty-two, she didn't look old at all
. Her breasts were still very elastic, white, and large—quite alluring.

"This child, I just can't do anything with you!" the wife sighed, putting the bra aside and
buttoning up . "Go ahead and touch them like that, just don't let anyone see!"

The son grinned and reached into his mother's bosom, playing with what should have been his own breasts.
She looked at her son with a sweet smile. After touching him for a while, her son reached his other hand under her skirt.
She laughed and squeezed her legs together, saying, "No way! Did you wash your hands today? You're touching me with dirty hands again."

Her son persisted, and finally, she opened her legs, half-reclined on the sofa, and closed her eyes,
seemingly enjoying herself. I looked down and saw that her son had squatted down and buried his head under his mother's skirt. This
kid, I don't know where he learned these things, but he's quite skilled at it. His wife really did look like she was enjoying herself,
but she didn't dare to moan, just breathing heavily.

The son looked up, smacked his lips, and exclaimed, "Mom, it tastes so good!"

"Pah! Shameless!" The wife blushed slightly; after all, she was from that era
and still . She glanced at her son, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "If it tastes good, then
have a few more bites. But be careful when you bite; you can't bite there!" I glanced away
and saw that under the wife's skirt, her panties were already down to her ankles, and beneath that patch of dark, shiny pubic hair, her two
purplish-red labia were glistening with moisture.

The son happily lowered his head again, while the wife had an expression of ecstasy. I had never seen her
so flirtatious, damn it! I cursed.

At this moment, the wife also began to take the initiative, her hands groping the son's body, even unzipping his
pants , taking out his penis, and rubbing it in her hand. When I looked, I was surprised to see that my son's thing
was almost as big as mine, and even seemed a bit thicker. It looked even bigger when my wife rubbed it. No wonder this
kid's starting to think about women.

The mother and son were indulging themselves right under my nose. Of course, I was furious, but I dared not
make a sound . At the same time, I felt a strange, unprecedented thrill. I took a deep breath, my eyes involuntarily
widening.

I was also curious where my son had learned all this; he seemed more professional than me. Sigh! It seems
technology is too advanced these days; he knows everything he shouldn't.

I turned and glanced outside the private room. A foreign pornographic film was playing on the screen, the beautiful, sexy
actress was moaning exaggeratedly. Looking down at the screen, the light was dim, and a few people were scattered around
, mostly couples, already embracing. I could even hear a suppressed moan coming from the corner
.

I sighed, shook my head, and thought to myself, "How did I end up in a place like this?
What will my colleagues think if they found out?"

Thinking this, I went back to my private room and glanced at the next one. My son had already
poked his head out from between his mother's legs and was sitting next to my wife, tightly hugging her. One hand was still
groping under his mother's skirt, while the other was already inside her clothes. My wife looked very satisfied
, still holding my son's large penis in her hand; she seemed quite fond of it.

After a while, my son whispered something in his mother's ear, so softly I didn't hear it. I saw
my wife's face turn red, as if she was embarrassed. She lightly slapped my son and said, "You're
so cunning!"

Then, she looked around the room to make sure it was quiet before lowering her head and taking
my son's large penis into her mouth. Judging from her actions, my wife seemed quite experienced; she
was just a little nervous in a different environment.

I could tell from my son's ecstatic expression.

Seeing my wife bent over with his penis in her mouth, I thought, "What kind of mess is this?"

My son wasn't shy at all. He turned to the side, grabbed his mother's buttocks, and quickly lifted her skirt, gently
pulling down her white panties. Seeing his mother
's round, white buttocks, he started swallowing hard, his hands groping her smooth skin.

I couldn't take it anymore. To be honest, although my wife is middle-aged, she's very well-maintained,
especially her buttocks, which have always been my favorite—white, smooth, large, round, and elastic.
Seeing them being played with like this by my son made me feel terrible.

I wanted to rush next door, but I knew that if I did, everything I had would disappear, and I
was afraid of that outcome.

Of course, my son had no idea I was next door, so he freely played with his mother's buttocks, occasionally
leaning in to kiss her plump, white buttocks.

Honestly, at that moment, I really couldn't resist. I wanted to leave, but
somehow was reluctant, and my penis uncontrollably became erect. I was filled with desire, something
I hadn't experienced in the last ten years! Good heavens! Am I a pervert? I was startled myself. Just as

I was feeling disgusted by what I was doing, my son whispered from next door, "Mom, you're
so !"

My wife looked up, wiped her mouth, and glared at her son. "It's all your fault, you bad boy,
making Mom…aren't you going to think of something?"

My son chuckled and said softly, "Let's start then, otherwise we'll be late getting home!"

"Yes, evening study is almost over!" My wife nodded, glancing cautiously outside the private room.
I was furious. Why was the theater so empty and quiet? Otherwise, my wife and son
wouldn't have dared to continue. Yet, I felt a pang of reluctance.

Seeing no one outside, my wife glanced back at our son and whispered something. Then, our son
obediently sat on the sofa, his pants pulled down to his groin, his erection sticking out,
wet with what looked like my wife's saliva.

My wife stood in front of our son, her back to him, a hint of embarrassment on her face. She
hesitated , glanced outside again, then gently lifted her skirt, pulled down her underwear, and
carefully lowered herself onto him, holding his large penis in one hand. I could almost picture how his penis
slid into my wife's moist, warm vagina. This filled me with intense jealousy.

My wife, swaying her large, white buttocks, sat on my son's lap, moaning softly
. Her voice was low, but it was still irresistible. I couldn't take it anymore. It's just strange that I never realized my wife was so seductive and alluring
before .

For some reason, I suddenly felt a tremendous sense of pleasure, something I hadn't experienced in many years
. That feeling of anger and excitement gave me an unprecedented thrill.

Good heavens, what was going on?

Watching the mother and son next door, who were making a ruckus, I really didn't know whether to be angry or happy. An
indescribable emotion spread through my heart. Inadvertently, I glanced at my son's
schoolbag, which was thrown in the corner of the sofa, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

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