[Urban] The Demon Wife's Adultery Diary: Letting the Wolf into the House (Complete) - Episode 13

Chapter Two:

Jialong's words were interrupted by the sound of a door opening. A bright pink blush immediately rose on his face. He secretly rejoiced; my mom was back, and this kid's spring had arrived.

My mom's return saved me from this predicament, preventing Jialong from endlessly pestering me to tell me about my mom's sex history. However, I naturally knew what would happen next. Even if I were still at home, Jialong, whose reason had been eroded by lust, would definitely find a way to have sex with us.

My mom's sweet voice echoed in the hallway, accompanied by the clatter of high heels on the floor.

"Xiao Jie, I'm back. Oh, we have a guest."

"Auntie, it's me. I came to play with Xiao Jie."

I remained seated in the living room, but Jialong greeted me enthusiastically, his lecherous eyes scanning my mom from head to toe.

As autumn approached and the weather began to turn cold, Mom remained true to her sexy style. She wore a thin, batwing-style, wide-necked sweater with a huge pink collar that plunged all the way to her chest, revealing her semi-transparent bra and large breasts from the side. Below, she wore a super-short white pencil skirt that barely covered her buttocks, and to make matters worse, it had a slit on the right side. Luckily, she was wearing black stockings today; otherwise, if she had worn her usual fishnet stockings, half her buttocks would have been exposed.

Even I, her own son, wasn't this enthusiastic, but Jialong, like a pampered pet dog, scurried down the hallway to fawn over her. Seeing Mom carrying a lot of things, he offered to help her. Mom, this slut, probably guessed Jialong's intentions when she saw him, and feigned shyness as she bent down to hand him the things. Actually, Jialong and I both knew that Mom's actions were just to let Jialong see her large breasts.

"Jialong's here too! Auntie bought lots of delicious food. Let's eat here tonight, Auntie will cook you something yummy," Mom said sweetly as she walked towards the bedroom. Jialong readily agreed.

As Mom crossed the living room, I quickly looked away and refocused my gaze on the TV, not giving her much attention for her return. Mom was used to it anyway. Jialong, however, watched as Mom swayed her big buttocks as she waddled towards the bedroom.

I glanced at Jialong's face; if he had looked gloomy when we were alone, he had clearly brightened up now. The bedroom door wasn't fully closed while Mom was changing, and Jialong could see her through the small crack.

In the blink of an eye, Mom emerged from the bedroom. Because the room wasn't cold, she was only wearing a tank top and super-short denim shorts that revealed half of her buttocks. Both outfits were clearly several sizes too small, yet they perfectly accentuated Mom's figure, her rounded breasts and buttocks almost bursting out of the tight fabric.

I turned around, but Jialong startled me.

Damn, Jialong's eyes practically popped out of their sockets.

"Xiao Jie. What do you want to eat tonight?"

Mom asked, swaying her hips as she tied her apron, the movement perfectly aligning with Jialong's gaze.

I pretended not to see anything, calmly continuing to watch TV, and casually replied, "Anything. I'll eat whatever you make."

Mom had clearly anticipated my answer, shrugged, and turned to go into the kitchen, while Jialong's eyes remained fixed on her buttocks.

The dining room was on one side of the living room, with a long bar counter to the left of the mahogany dining table. Although the shelves behind it displayed many expensive bottles of liquor, Mom had mostly bought them for their ornate designs. This slut didn't actually drink. So, more often than not, the bar counter became Mom's place for preparing ingredients or for making love with men.

My mom often lies on the bar counter getting penetrated by men. I even witnessed her sitting on a small swivel chair, being violently penetrated in the anus by Brother Dajun.

At this moment, my mom is behind the bar arranging some semi-finished food, humming a little tune in a good mood. Her round breasts bounce with the rhythm of her body. Clearly, this slut isn't wearing a bra again.

In the eyes of adults, Jialong always acts like a well-behaved boy, and this kid is particularly good at playing this role. So, Jialong quickly abandoned watching TV with me and instead plunged into the bar to help my mom. He even said something very sweet:

"Auntie, you're working too hard all by yourself, let me help you."

Listen to Jialong's words. Any elder would be moved and praise him highly. Even the slut who knew Jialong's intentions couldn't help but praise him repeatedly. Judging from my lewd mother's tone, Jialong had become a reincarnation of Kong Rong and Cao Chong, a role model for all Chinese youth throughout five thousand years of history.

At the time, I didn't know that as Jialong walked towards the bar, he had already unzipped his pants, revealing his throbbing, erect penis. No wonder my mother's eyes were fixed on Jialong's crotch.

From my angle, the marble bar counter completely blocked what the two of them were doing. But what they were doing behind that cover was a real test of my imagination.

Actually, there were only a few ingredients on the bar counter, most of which were just ready to be plated, but my mother and Jialong pretended to be very busy and anxious. What no one knew was that Jialong wasn't helping my mother prepare dinner; instead, he was stroking her buttocks.

"Auntie, I've been so pent up lately. Can I have some fun today?" Jialong pleaded with my mother, pretending to look down at the dishes on the counter.

My mother, that complete slut, could spend twenty-three hours a day having sex without ever getting tired of it. Naturally, she wouldn't refuse Jialong's request, and her eyes were filled with delight as she frequently glanced back at Jialong's already withdrawn and glaring penis.

"Okay, Auntie wants it too. Xiaojie won't know later, Auntie will let you fuck me to your heart's content," Mom said seductively, spreading her legs and placing Jialong's erect penis between them.

Jialong hadn't expected his mother to take the initiative; in an instant, he felt his glans pressed against a warm, gentle haven, with a trickle of fluid slowly clinging to his penis. "Ah, Auntie, you have a hole here."

It turned out that Mom's ridiculously short denim shorts had a hidden opening in the crotch area—a slit that perfectly exposed the slut's anus and vulva. However, when the slut closed her legs and walked, the slit was completely invisible. Jialong's penis was rubbing against his mother's labia between her legs, and more and more vaginal fluid began to flow onto his penis. It was estimated that the slut had been aroused since they started rubbing, her juices probably already overflowing. Both of them were moaning with pleasure, almost forgetting my presence, ready to have sex right then and there.

For Jialong, who was still a boy, his mother was much more experienced. She could calmly prepare food while gently arching her back to match Jialong's movements. Jialong had completely forgotten our agreement, his hands slipping inside his mother's shorts, vigorously kneading her plump buttocks.

"Be careful, don't let Xiao Jie see," his mother warned in a low voice, her buttocks both sore and pleasurable from Jialong's kneading, almost unable to hold back her moans. Only then did Jialong reluctantly pull his hands out of his mother's shorts, her buttocks already covered in red handprints.

Suddenly, Mom's hand slipped, and a plate fell to the ground and shattered. Mom said in a coquettish voice, "Oh dear, how annoying. This set of tableware is very expensive." (Me: If it's expensive, why did you break it on the ground! You slut!) After saying that, Mom squatted down with a regretful look, pretending to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain. But her hands, like two swimming dragons, grabbed Jialong's bulging penis, and with her small mouth open, she took the large glans into her mouth.

My mother's behavior was always capricious and unpredictable, so Jialong naturally couldn't keep track of her movements. He just felt a sudden, intense pleasure on his penis, followed by a warm sensation as a nimble tongue diligently licked every inch of it. His penis, which had been dripping with precum, was now covered in saliva.

"Jialong, are you alright?"

Meanwhile, I was watching TV in the living room. Seeing Jialong standing there, completely absorbed in his ecstasy, I could easily guess what had happened. I mischievously shouted, instantly snapping the adulterous couple out of their lustful reverie. Jialong shuddered, and soon after, my mother, blushing, stood up.

"I'm a little hungry. How's the preparation going?"

I stretched and moved from the living room to the dining room. This immediately caused another fluster for the adulterous couple. I guessed that Jialong was probably trying to shove his rock-hard penis back into his pants.

"You greedy cat, all you think about is food. You don't even come to help your old lady,"

Mom retorted in a coquettish voice, as she placed two plates of vegetarian dishes on the table. I rolled my eyes. Help me? Help Jialong fuck you?

Jialong winked at me from behind Mom, but I ignored him. I was worlds apart from this guy. If he was the well-behaved, lovable child among the elders, then I was clearly second-rate. Quiet, thin, even my penis was underdeveloped. When I went to the bathroom with my classmates and friends, I didn't dare let anyone see my shortcomings.

So, while everyone was enthusiastically or openly fucking my mom's big ass, I could only watch. Then I would masturbate alone, thinking about my mom's ass.

To be honest, Mom was indeed a very efficient woman. Jialong and I obediently watched her busy herself at the table, her hips and breasts swaying, for less than half an hour, and Mom had laid out a sumptuous dinner in front of us.

Jialong and I sat facing my mother at the square dining table. My mother and Jialong chatted and laughed the whole time. Jialong was very eloquent; he enthusiastically told stories of everyday anecdotes that housewives would find interesting, making my mother laugh uncontrollably, her round breasts bouncing like basketballs in the hands of an NBA star.

However, Jialong seemed to be eating too excitedly, constantly dropping his chopsticks on the floor. Each time he went to pick them up, it took a long time, during which my mother would breathe heavily with excitement. Thank goodness I have good ears, allowing me to clearly hear the smacking sounds coming from under the table. I guessed that this "railway guerrilla" was now between my mother's legs, licking her vulva.

My friend was right next to me, less than a meter away, licking my mother's genitals. And we had to pretend the other wasn't aware of it. Even someone as used to it as me, someone who's seen it all, couldn't help but pant with excitement.

If I felt any shame, it was only a very private feeling. Over the years, after witnessing my mother having sex with men I knew and didn't know countless times, the shame had long since been worn smooth, like stalactites in a cave. But the unparalleled thrill had never diminished.

A stranger was having sex with my mother, right before my eyes. Every time I thought about this, my blood would boil.

Years of spying on my mother being fucked had honed my keen eyesight and calm composure. I knew perfectly well that with me present, these two wouldn't be able to have sex openly; if they weren't enjoying themselves, I wouldn't enjoy watching either. So, prioritizing filling my stomach, I made up an excuse about having diarrhea and ran to the toilet.

I hurriedly pushed aside my bowl, just in time to meet Jialong, his mouth slick with water, crawling out from under the table. He smiled gratefully at me, but the burning lust in his eyes almost melted the table.

Sure enough, the moment I opened the toilet door, I heard the sound of a chair creaking. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced back and, sure enough, Jialong had pounced on my mother, sucking on her large breasts through her clothes. One hand was holding onto the back of the chair to prevent a potential disaster, while the middle finger of his other hand was already inside my mother's overflowing vagina, drawing out even more vaginal fluid.

I calmly closed the bathroom door, stepped onto the toilet seat, and climbed onto the toilet tank (thankfully, our tank is sturdy and spacious, otherwise I would have been in serious trouble). My head was just above the small window on the toilet, a window that was never opened, offering a clear view of the dining room.

Beside the table, my mother's top was rolled up, revealing her large breasts, her panties pulled down to her feet. She was kneeling on the chair, her buttocks facing Jialong's head.

Jialong was using his tongue to service my mother's two orifices. My mom hummed softly, "Hurry up and put it in, baby, hurry up and put it in, Xiao Jie might come out at any moment."

When Jia Long heard my mom mention my name, he seemed to realize something. Ignoring her request, he turned the chair around so my mom's buttocks were facing the bathroom window, allowing me a clear view of her white bottom.

Hey, she really thought of that; this way I could watch her buttocks and masturbate at the same time.

Jia Long continued to bury his face in my mom's vulva, his tongue taut, desperately exploring deep into her labia, while his left middle finger was deeply inserted into her anus, occasionally scooping out some vaginal fluid and smearing it on his anus. Little devil, he's playing quite artistically.

"Auntie, I want to put it in,"

Jia Long whispered. My mom obediently turned around, smiled sweetly, and guided Jia Long to sit on the chair. She straddled him, grasped his penis, and with a thrust, his penis smoothly entered her vagina.

For Jialong, this moment was absolute liberation. He'd been saving up for so long, all for the sake of releasing his pent-up desires inside his mother's body. Now was the time.

Jialong clearly hadn't mastered the position, clumsily jerking his hips like a baboon, trying to penetrate deeper into his mother's vagina. But from my perspective, it seemed that each thrust only penetrated a limited portion.

Jialong seemed to whisper something in his mother's ear. I couldn't see her expression behind her back, but the next to attack was my lustful mother. The slut began to actively twist her hips, each time squeezing a large chunk of Jialong's penis out of her vagina before thrusting it back in forcefully.

My mother, a seasoned slut who had navigated the world of desire for so many years, knew this method was far less strenuous than Jialong's laborious approach, and both of them could experience greater pleasure.

Perhaps this method was indeed more stimulating, because after only about a hundred twists of his mother's hips, Jialong began to tremble all over. His mother, who wasn't a virgin with him, naturally knew this was a sign that Jialong was about to ejaculate. She immediately dismounted and used both her hands and mouth to help him ejaculate. It seemed this woman was in her fertile period these past few days.

Jialong, of course, didn't hold back. At the very moment of ejaculation, he grabbed his mother's head with both hands to prevent her from escaping, shooting a thick stream of

semen into her mouth before finally stopping. After Jialong finished, his mother savored the semen in her mouth before heading to the sink to spit it out.

Still hiding in the bathroom, I naturally knew that at least the first part of their passionate night was over. If I didn't come out of the bathroom soon, it would arouse suspicion. I pressed the flush button, put on a sickly expression, and pushed open the bathroom door.

Outside, in the dining room, the adulterous couple had efficiently tidied themselves up, both wearing satisfied smiles.

When Jialong saw me come out, he hurriedly came up to me and asked, "Brother Jie, are you alright?"

However, I couldn't find a trace of worry on his face. His whole face, put together, formed a huge Chinese character: Awesome!

Chapter Three: Sex Express

For several days in a row, Mom looked like a wilted eggplant, listless and dispirited. She rarely went out to enjoy life anymore; after finishing her chores, she would sit on the sofa and watch TV listlessly. Her skin had also lost its luster.

During dinner, I asked Mom about it, but she gave me a vague answer and quickly changed the subject, clearly not wanting me to know.

I secretly wondered if this slut's period had started again, and she was getting restless from not being able to have sex?

But I quickly dismissed that idea. Mom has always been enthusiastic about anal sex; she'd enjoy two men penetrating her anus simultaneously, so even if it was her period, it would just be her anal anniversary, a chance to call on all the heroes to focus on fucking her ass.

Since it wasn't her period, was she just suffering from not being fucked?

That's even more impossible. My mom's sexual activity is so widespread it's unimaginable. She only needs to lift her skirt casually, and countless suitors will be swarming beneath it. Besides, just a few days ago, that guy Jialong came over for dinner and, while I was in the bathroom, he grabbed my mom's fat ass and gave her a good hard time. Around midnight that night, Jialong texted me saying he and my mom had another tryst on the rooftop, and he made her ejaculate four times. And the last time, Jialong deliberately ejaculated inside my mom's vagina.

The horny woman in her fertile period had to perform a finger-pressure orgasm on the rooftop, spraying out the semen.

One by one, my guesses were shattered, and my mom's depression was becoming an unsolved mystery.

That guy Jialong also told me in the text about the second thing he wanted from me that day. When I finished reading that text, I almost grabbed a baseball bat and went to visit him.

This kid actually wanted me to go through my mom's archives to see if I could find her private diary. The brat wants

to have his cake and eat it too! Of course, I firmly rejected this request and threatened him never to mention it again. He's already slept with my mom, and he still wants to see her diary? That's too much!

But after my anger subsided, my gradually calming mind started to agree with Jialong's idea. A voice inside me whispered, "Actually, I really want to see Mom's diary. If it really exists."

If Mom had a habit of keeping a private diary, then maybe I could find out if I was really Dad and Mom's biological child.

This is a question that terrifies me every time I think about it. Having such a lewd mother, when exactly did she start showing this lewd side? If she was as lewd before marriage as she is now, then am I the result of her infidelity?

Just thinking about this makes me curl up in fear. My dad was completely unaware of my mom's promiscuous nature; he himself had been cuckolded countless times, yet remained oblivious while abroad.

With these thoughts in mind, I drifted off to sleep, uneasy. I was awakened the next day by the doorbell.

It was my mom who opened the door. I wanted to sleep a little longer, but I couldn't fall back asleep; the thoughts from the previous night were completely forgotten. My left hand reached for the power button on the computer case, while my right hand frantically pulled at my clothes.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps in the living room, followed by a knock on my bedroom door.

It was my mom's voice. "Xiao Jie, there's a package for you. Are you up? Sign for it."

I answered, and my mom pushed open my bedroom door, followed by a deliveryman in a light blue shirt and a blue baseball cap. I looked him up and down, only to find that he had an erection.

It turned out the problem was with my mom; the slut had probably rushed out of bed early that morning. Her hair was still disheveled, and she was only wearing a silk shirt that barely covered her buttocks; whether she was wearing underwear was unknown.

The deliveryman handed me the package. The moment I saw the English lettering, I knew who this gift was from.

It must be a gift from Mike, a friend I met on an international forum. I didn't expect it to arrive so quickly. Naturally, I knew what was inside: the latest spy camera equipment on the American market. And it had been personally modified by the electronics genius Mike; its performance was superb.

I had already told Mike frankly what I needed the equipment for—to spy on my lewd mother's every move. What was even more exciting was that on the other side of the world, there was someone with the same interests and remarkably similar experiences—that guy was Mike. We met online.

Mike was a true American, free-spirited, lively, and talkative. Sometimes, I even doubted whether he was from Earth, just as I had an incredible talent for computers; his knowledge of electronics was also masterful. What delighted me most was that this guy also had a slutty mother.

Mike once sent me a picture he'd secretly taken of his blonde, blue-eyed mom having sex with the neighbor's father and son. Two penises, each as thick as my forearm, were frantically thrusting into Mike's mother's anus and mouth. The neighbor boy's penis was almost completely blocked in Mike's mother's mouth, and the boy was shamelessly using Mike's mother's mouth as a genital organ. Tsk tsk, what a real man.

But unlike me, Mike was much luckier. Although he was just as psychologically disturbed as I was, he was handsome and dashing, tall and strong with a long penis. He had already had relations with his slutty mother when he was fifteen. And he could often have sex with his mother right under his father's nose. Wow, how exciting!

I was still fiddling with the package, and Mike had drawn a lot of strange codes and coded messages on it that only the two of us understood, almost causing it to fail customs inspection. Suddenly, the delivery guy squatted down. His shoelace had come undone. His

baseball cap obscured his face, but I could still tell he was rolling his eyes upwards, because my mom, completely naked from the waist down, was standing right next to him.

I pretended to be carefully examining the package, giving the delivery guy space to scrutinize the view under my mom's clothes.

This guy was indeed quite honest; seeing that neither my mom nor I reacted, he gradually became bolder, starting to slightly raise his head, no longer glancing at my mom's buttocks out of the corner of his eye, but staring directly at the hem of her clothes.

"Gulp."

The delivery guy made a loud swallowing sound. Was my mom not even wearing underwear? Good heavens! Now my mom's vulva and buttocks were completely exposed to this guy's eyes.

What happened next was even more unexpected. My mom, that slut, lived up to her reputation. After realizing my attention was completely focused on the package, she subtly lifted the hem of my clothes from behind…

This must be what they call exhibitionism!

The delivery guy must have been planning this day; it was truly his lucky day. His lucky day had brought him such a wanton woman, willingly exposing herself to him.

“Damn it, if you’re a man, go touch her! Don’t worry about me, just touch this slut’s ass, use your fingers to poke her anus, insert them into her vagina! Hurry up!”

I was secretly encouraging the delivery guy. But this hopeless kid seemed only dazzled by the sight before him, completely oblivious to what to do next.

“Go touch her, you idiot!”

At this point, I was probably the most anxious person, trying to remain calm while simultaneously cheering the delivery guy on. A full, mature ass right in front of you, so close, what would you do…?

The guy finally moved. He'd probably finally succumbed to lust and lost all reason. He slowly raised a hand, carefully stroking upwards along the woman's right leg. "Hey, not bad," he thought, "this angle theoretically avoids my gaze." This guy had the potential to be a pervert.

The delivery guy's hand was on his mother's calf, and she didn't object at all, instead winking at him.

This delighted the delivery guy; a romantic encounter really could happen. He felt like he'd been granted a pardon, his courage swelling several times over. He let his hand continue upwards along his mother's calf, straightening up and hiding half his body behind her to fully enjoy the pleasure of touching her buttocks. Simple rubbing

wasn't enough to satisfy the delivery guy's burgeoning desire. He grew bolder and bolder, his fingers exploring between his mother's buttocks, feeling the heat of his fingers on her anus. His index and ring fingers supported her buttocks, while his middle finger began to lightly touch her clitoris.

After touching her for a while, the guy gradually abandoned her anus and instead explored between her legs. He discovered that the woman's crotch was already overflowing with sticky, lustful fluid, instantly coating his fingers. He effortlessly parted her labia and inserted his middle finger into his mother's vulva.

"Mmm..."

His mother actually let out a soft moan, breaking the silence. The delivery guy was startled and quickly withdrew his hand from between his mother's legs, blushing and speechless.

At this point, any further mischief would expose everything. I lazily nodded, indicating that I was satisfied, and signed the delivery slip. The delivery guy looked relieved.

I opened the package, and my mother saw the delivery guy out. However, based on my experience, I knew that this woman wouldn't let this unfortunate delivery guy go so easily.

"Would you like to sit down and rest? Have a glass of water or something?"

My mother's voice came from outside the bedroom. I had already opened all of Mike's gifts.

The equipment consists of two sets. One set includes high-definition eavesdropping devices and cameras. The other set is the trump card: a remote-controlled chameleon-shaped tracking camera kit.

Chameleons are well-known, and this kit uses biomimicry to embed the camera into a remote-controlled chameleon robot, providing excellent concealment. The receiver is an iPhone-style LCD screen that transmits all the footage captured by the chameleon camera. The remote control range is a bit small, only 80 yards, but that's enough for me—I just want to be able to spy on my mom's affair without leaving home.

Enough talk; the delivery guy is already in the living room with a glass of orange juice. I quickly set up the equipment; my intuition tells me that my mom and the delivery guy are definitely going to have more to their story.

I quickly got used to the whole setup. Controlling the little chameleon was very simple: it darted out of the room, lay down on the living room carpet, and instantly turned white, matching the carpet's color. Immediately, the scene in the living room appeared on the screen.

The delivery guy stood there awkwardly, unsure whether to stay or leave. Mom, however, was nowhere to be seen. Judging from the delivery guy's gaze, she had gone to the bedroom to change. Indeed, her outfit wasn't exactly flattering.

But strangely, when Mom came out of the bedroom, she was still wearing the same clothes. A quick glance from the chameleon camera revealed that Mom had simply wiped away her overflowing vaginal fluids and put back on the denim shorts she wore when Jialong had sex with her.

The camera had captured the writhing of her vulva as she walked past.

Holy crap, I finally saw Mom's most wanton hole at such close range—and it was the hole that gave birth to me! The deep red labia, stretched open by countless men's tongues, fingers, and penises, the neatly trimmed pubic hair—all were fully revealed to me at that moment.

Actually, although my mom is promiscuous, she has very clear boundaries. She never allows any man she has sex with to film or record. It's fine if multiple men have sex with her, or if her promiscuity is spread around and she attracts even more men (it seems like that makes her happier). But taking photos or videos is strictly forbidden. Otherwise, my mom will immediately become furious. My mom once said that she's a very subjective woman when it comes to sex!

Meanwhile, the delivery guy was still standing there dumbfounded, not daring to move. At this point, the courage he had earlier to touch my mom's buttocks had long since vanished. A typical small-minded man with a bold lust.

"Why are you so nervous? Sit down." My mom's voice was low, coming through the video camera, but it was full of provocation. The last two words, to my ears, sounded like "Go ahead and do it!"

The delivery guy was still very reserved. My mom pressed closer, coming to him. I quickly adjusted the camera to follow, afraid of missing any important shots.

Like a queen in an MTV, Mom touched the deliveryman's chest, then gently pushed him onto the sofa. The overly nervous deliveryman immediately fell onto it.

His eyes kept glancing towards my room, as if afraid I'd see this. But Mom didn't care at all. She then climbed onto the sofa herself and moved closer to his face.

"Young man, holding it in must be uncomfortable. Just let it out." Mom's face was full of lust, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with a captivating allure.

The deliveryman, seemingly young and inexperienced, blushed like a jujube. His body trembled, but his penis grew even harder.

Mom smiled slightly, her right hand lightly brushing against his penis through his pants, then her tongue gently licking his face. "If you don't want my son to see, then come with me."

Mom moved swiftly, instantly unzipping the deliveryman's pants, pulling out his already rock-hard penis, and standing up.

"It's finally time to do it!" Seeing my mom's lewd expression, I excitedly pulled out my penis and started masturbating in front of the screen, controlling the camera as I followed my mom's steps to the bathroom door.

The deliveryman gave my mom a puzzled look, clearly not understanding her intentions.

My mom continued to smile seductively, walked to the bathroom door, and deliberately stuck out her big buttocks, allowing the deliveryman to clearly see the slit in the crotch of her denim shorts and the beautiful part inside.

"Look here," my mom whispered, pointing not to her own buttocks, but to the bathroom door. It turned out that there was a small hidden door in the middle of the bathroom door, and another one on the other side. I instantly understood what my mom meant.

Just as I expected, Mom waved to the deliveryman, signaling him to go into the restroom. Then, she poked her penis out from behind a hidden door. That way, even if I suddenly came out, Mom, with her buttocks facing the hidden door, could be fucked while telling me nonsense like, "The deliveryman is in the restroom, she's waiting outside!"

This slut, how many secrets does she have for her exhibitionism? I really can't understand my unpredictable mother anymore. But perhaps that's what makes her so attractive.

A moment later, a bright red penis emerged from the hidden door. Mom clearly liked the size. After examining it for a while, she squatted down, opened her mouth, and licked the glans before carefully licking every corner of the penis. The deliveryman must have been having a blast in the restroom. This slut, licking a penis while shaking her ass, must have had too many experiences of being fucked from behind while licking men's penises—it's become a habit.

My chameleon camera was quite content outside, carefully monitoring every tremor of my mother's buttocks as she swayed. Her lustful vulva was already glistening, and glistening vaginal fluid was about to drip out from between her labia.

Perhaps because it was his first time experiencing something so pleasurable, the deliveryman ejaculated into his mother's mouth in less than two minutes. Knowing there was no time to clean up the semen, she swallowed it all.

After ejaculating, his penis began to shrink, and the deliveryman tried to pull it out, but his mother held it between her fingers. Having just swallowed all the semen, she opened her mouth again, sucking hard on the head of his penis until it swelled up again in her mouth.

"You've had your fun, now it's my turn," she said smugly, turning her back to the hidden door in the bathroom, and with a thrust, her vagina successfully swallowed his penis. She hummed contentedly, muttering as she twisted her hips, "A virgin's penis is so much better! A virgin's semen tastes better than old men's."

So this slut was so aroused because she'd discovered the boy was a virgin and wanted to use his semen to nourish herself. Tsk tsk, she was incredibly lewd.

"Mmm...mmm..."

It was all just Mom moving around. The young deliveryman simply pressed his entire body against the door, his penis extended, feeling the waves of pleasure coursing through his body. The lustful Mom, knowing she was separated from her son only by a living room and a wall, still relentlessly engaged in intercourse with the man, though this slut could only force herself to suppress her cries.

Mom's buttocks twitched for a full ten minutes before she felt tired. This was thanks to her regular gym workouts; her physical condition was exceptionally good. Then, exhausted, Mom pressed her buttocks against the toilet door, her vulva facing the hidden door, letting the deliveryman inside rhythmically thrust his penis in and out.

Taking advantage of Mom's exhaustion, my chameleon camera secretly moved closer. Peering at Mom's feet, I saw that the slut's juices had already soaked the toilet door, and inside the hidden door, the deliveryman was like a high-speed piston, frantically pounding into Mom's vulva, each thrust squeezing out copious amounts of fluid from her labia. It splattered on the bathroom door.

"I'm about to cum..."

the deliveryman's muffled voice came from behind the bathroom door. Hearing this, Mom sobered up slightly. She quickly pulled away, turning to catch the semen in her mouth.

But this time she miscalculated; the moment she turned, the semen gushed out, thick, white liquid splattering onto the slut's face and hair...

As I slowly tossed the tissue ball covered in my semen into the trash can, tidied myself up, and came out of the bedroom, Mom was just seeing the deliveryman off. The deliveryman, seeing me come out, hurriedly slipped away as if he'd done something wrong. Mom, on the other hand, calmly asked me what I wanted for breakfast.

I shrugged, but then inadvertently noticed that the ends of Mom's spiky hair were still covered in the deliveryman's semen. Hmph, you slut, I'm not telling you! When you go out, you'll be carrying someone else's semen on the street!

Chapter Four: Passion in the Hallway

"Hey, thanks Mike. Let's share our spoils."

I wrote this in an email to Mike. Attached was a video I'd secretly filmed a week ago of my mom having sex with the deliveryman. After my post-production work, the video was much clearer, and I even added text descriptions to help Mike understand what happened that day more clearly.

Don't be surprised that post-production, which should have taken a day, took seven days. I've been incredibly busy this week. I've hidden the pinhole cameras Mike gave me in almost every corner of the house.

It's not that I lack planning, but I have such a lewd mother; to spy on her having sex, I have to be extremely meticulous in every corner of the house. This way, the whole house is now under my surveillance.

And I've long since mastered operating that chameleon camera. Right now, my mom is chopping vegetables in the kitchen, and the chameleon camera is lurking in the corner, spying on her under her skirt. My mom's long, shapely legs, her tiny black thong, and her large, snow-white buttocks were all displayed on my computer screen. I lazily moved the mouse, zooming in on my mom's buttocks, and I could clearly see the strap of the thong tucked into her cleft.

Just then, Mike received the email and sent me a message on the chat software, requesting a video call.

I clicked "confirm" on Mike's request, and his excited face appeared on the screen. The guy couldn't stop grinning, constantly praising my filming skills and my mom's beautiful body. He confidently promised me that if he ever came to China, he would definitely have a good time with my slutty mom.

"Of course."

I never refuse a friend's request to have sex with my mom. Besides, Mike's penis is the longest and thickest I've ever seen; it'll definitely satisfy my incredibly slutty mom.

"Hey Jason. Guess what I'm doing right now?"

Mike winked at me mysteriously from the other end of the line.

I shook my head, indicating I couldn't guess. Mike laughed even harder. He picked up the webcam on the table and pointed it at his lower body.

The first thing I saw was a head full of blonde hair, and only after a closer look did I realize. It was a woman's head, bobbing up and down on Mike's crotch. When the woman turned her face and grinned at the camera, I realized that it was Mike's mother. While we were chatting, Mike was actually pressing his mother's head between his legs, enjoying the pleasure of his mother giving him oral sex! Damn, this kid knows how to enjoy himself!

Mike chuckled again and said to me, "Jason, let me tell you. My dad's reading the newspaper in the living room. He doesn't know his wife is sucking my dick..."

Mike was like a prophet; as soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Then, Mike's dad pushed open the door, revealing a broad face, and asked in a loud voice, "Hey, son, have you seen your mom?"

"No, Dad. I'm chatting with a friend,"

Mike replied, suppressing a laugh. Meanwhile, Mike's mom was hiding under his computer desk, probably still chewing on his penis, and just a few meters away was her husband. This was incredibly exciting. Mike's father shrugged and turned to leave.

"Jason, seriously, your mother is really something. I never knew Eastern women could be so lewd. I can't help but want to fuck her cunt! By the way, where's your mother now?"

"She said she went to play mahjong, who knows where she's getting fucked,"

I said casually. Mike seemed quite interested in mahjong, pestering me to explain this mysterious Eastern game.

However, I was just saying it offhand; little did I know it would become the true reflection of this night's lewdness.

Because of the neighbor, the aunt from the south, my mom had also become addicted to mahjong. Over time, Mom discovered she was quite skilled at mahjong, consistently winning more games than she lost against the neighbors. So, in addition to her love of sex, she'd recently developed a hobby of mahjong. After all, her life as a housewife was rather dull, and playing mahjong in her spare time wasn't so bad.

Tonight, to Mom's surprise, she received a call from Brother Dajun, who had just returned from military service.

"Aunt Qian, I'm back. Interested in coming over for a game of mahjong or something?"

Brother Dajun's voice came through the phone; after a year apart, his voice was full of maturity and confidence. Mom had been longing for Brother Dajun's penis for a long time, and just hearing that voice made her vagina a little wet.

"Okay. I'll come to your house in a bit. You're such a good boy, calling your auntie as soon as you get back. Tell your auntie if you missed her while you were in the army."

"Of course I missed her, I even dream about her all the time." After a year apart, Brother Dajun had learned to be glib.

"Where did you miss her? What part of her did you miss?" The slut giggled and continued to tease him.

"Hehe, I missed her everywhere, in my mind, in my penis, in my mouth, and with my hands. I missed her big tits, her big ass, and her overflowing vulva. Right now, I just want to fuck her hard!" Brother Dajun finally couldn't resist the temptation and blurted out the whole truth. The slut was also extremely excited, and the vulva overflowed with even more lustful fluid.

"Auntie Qian, hurry up, I can't wait. Let's play mahjong and fuck your big ass. There's some entertainment tonight."

"Okay. Auntie's coming right away, you little glutton. If I don't satisfy you tonight, I won't leave."

"Hehe, don't worry, I wasn't planning on letting you go home tonight anyway."

The two lewdly hung up the phone, the slut's face flushed with excitement. She reached between her legs with her left hand and found her panties completely soaked with her juices. What a slut, already this wet before even being penetrated.

Just as seven o'clock arrived, Mom put on a short trench coat, paired with fishnet stockings and a thong, slipped on black leather boots, and went out.

Da Jun's parents had moved out of the neighborhood where we used to live. They hadn't rented out their old house; they left it for Da Jun to live in. Mom returned to our old neighborhood with a sense of nostalgia, recalling the places where she had had affairs with men, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

There was no parking lot in the old-style residential area, so the harlot parked her car in front of the building. The apartment building that used to be called home was now mostly empty. The windows of my old apartment on the third floor, unit A, were now just a silent, dark void.

My mother was still reminiscing about the old days when she suddenly felt something hard pressing against her lower back. Before she could turn around, a man's voice growled, "Don't move, don't turn around, hands on the car."

The harlot was startled. Being a woman, she was easily frightened by the sudden impact and had no choice but to obediently hold onto the car roof, silently praying.

Suddenly, the hem of my mother's short coat was lifted, and two large hands suddenly pressed against her buttocks, forcefully prying them apart, smoothing out the folds of her anus. Then, a burst of hot breath hit her anus, and a large mouth suddenly pressed against it, sucking and licking forcefully. After licking her anus, her nimble tongue probed her wet vulva, sucking hard a few times…

Mom exclaimed excitedly, turning around to see that the person licking her labia was someone else—Da Jun, whom she hadn't seen for a year!

"You brat, you scared me to death!"

Mom said, feigning anger. She pulled away from Da Jun's hands, pretending to glare at him angrily, her beautiful eyes revealing a captivating charm. In the year since she'd last seen him, Da Jun had become even more muscular, his square face more angular, and judging from the strength of his large hands that had just gripped her buttocks, this guy had inexhaustible strength.

Da Jun chuckled and scratched his head, then grabbed his mother's hand and said coquettishly, "Aunt Qian, I've been craving your delicious smell so much! Just hearing your voice makes my dick hard. That's why I came downstairs to pick you up."

"Alright, what are you up to, you little rascal? Do you think I can't see through you? Hurry up and go upstairs."

His mother finally smiled and turned to walk towards the stairwell. Da Jun, of course, obeyed the queen's command. But as soon as they entered the dark stairwell, the two embraced tightly.

"Good lad, it's been a year, and your dick is even bigger."

His mother smiled and wrapped her arms around Da Jun's neck, while her other hand pulled down his pants, releasing his already erect penis, which she lovingly stroked.

Da Jun looked around, then unbuttoned the top collar of his mother's trench coat, revealing a pair of shapely breasts. He buried his face in them and began to kiss them, squeezing them forcefully as he replied, "Of course, Aunt Qian, I've been saving up my semen for a year, just to shoot it all into you. I really can't take it

anymore. Aunt Qian, let me cum once to relieve my pent-up desire." His mother's breasts felt both pleasurable and painful from Da Jun's kneading, but her hand remained caressing his penis. She thought the stairwell was indeed incredibly quiet, and she hadn't had such stimulating sex in a long time, so she might as well do it this time.

"You rascal. But you have to cum quickly,"

his mother said coquettishly, turning around and holding onto the stair railing, presenting her large buttocks to Da Jun.

Da Jun, feeling immensely grateful, gently pressed his rock-hard penis against his mother's vulva, rubbing it a few times until the glans was instantly covered in sticky, lustful fluid.

"Aren't you afraid of being seen? Hurry up and insert it." Mom urged Dajun anxiously, shaking her large buttocks vigorously. Dajun rubbed his glans against her vaginal opening even more enthusiastically.

"Aunt Qian is even more impatient than me. It's been so long since I've had sex. I want to enjoy this amazing vagina properly. Aunt Qian, you are truly a stunner."

After saying that, Dajun thrust his hips forward, his penis fully inserted into Mom's vagina.

"Hoo...so good...Auntie's vagina is so good, still so tight, so wet..."

Dajun had been holding back for too long, and from the beginning, he didn't hold back at all, thrusting hard. The sound of flesh colliding instantly filled the entire corridor. The two of them had completely forgotten about being seen by outsiders. Dajun only had one thought in his mind: to thrust hard, to fuck hard, to fuck this slut's vagina through, and to shoot his thick, hot semen into her uterus!

"Ah...ah...so good, honey, you're going to fuck me to death..."

Mom was overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught, disoriented and only able to express the pleasure spreading throughout her body with each thrust. Da Jun's penis was so long, reaching the deepest part of Mom's vagina with every thrust. After less than two hundred thrusts, Mom's vagina began to tighten fiercely, as if trying to swallow Da Jun's penis whole...

"Aunt Qian, are you about to climax so soon?"

Da Jun asked, thrusting even harder. Mom was too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak, only feeling her vagina loosen, and a gush of vaginal fluid poured onto the head of Da Jun's penis.

Da Jun almost ejaculated from being drenched in Mom's vaginal fluid, but he knew he had to grit his teeth and resolutely hold back the semen that had already reached the head of his penis. When Mom stopped convulsing, he slowly pulled his penis out of Mom's vagina.

"You rascal, why are you fucking so hard! Trying to fuck your aunt to death in one go?"

Mom, leaning on the railing, glanced back at Dajun and glared at him, thinking he was about to let her go so easily. But to her surprise, Dajun was busy smearing his vaginal fluid mixed with semen onto her anus.

"Aunt Qian, I love fucking your anus the most. I knew it when I was licking it earlier. You must have washed your anus very clean at home, just so you could come here and be fucked by me, right?" Dajun said with a wicked grin, and gently said, "I'm coming, my dear wife."

With a soft "plop," his penis smoothly entered Mom's jade gate. A flush immediately rose on Mom's face. She thought to herself, "It really is the feeling of being fucked in the anus by Dajun that's the best."

Since the anus doesn't secrete vaginal fluid, Dajun couldn't just rush in from the start. He had to wait for the vaginal fluid smeared on the anus to spread evenly inside before he could.

After more than twenty thrusts, Brother Dajun's penis gradually adapted to the tightness of his mother's anus. He took a deep breath and began to speed up.

"Ah...ah...my asshole, so full, it's completely filled...it feels so good...I'm about to ascend to heaven..." Mom was in the mood again, her buttocks swaying like a rattle drum, matching Da Jun's thrusts. Every time Da Jun penetrated, the sphincter muscles in the slut's buttocks would contract sharply, which Da Jun found much more comfortable than fucking Mom's vagina.

"Is it comfortable? Wife, if it's comfortable, sing 'Conquer' for me. Call me your dear husband..." Da Jun's hands gripped Mom's buttocks tightly, occasionally slapping them twice with crisp sound, each time eliciting moans from the slut.

"So good, husband, dear husband... I sing, I'm conquered by you, I'm fucked by you like this. My ass belongs to you, fill it with your semen..."

The urge to ejaculate surged through Da Jun's brain again. This time, Da Jun finally stopped restraining himself and thrust into his mother's anus at top speed. Finally, with a powerful thrust, he ejaculated all his thick semen into the slut's anus...

"It's okay, just squat down like that, I'll keep an eye on you. Nobody will see you."

Two minutes later, Da Jun smiled and said to his mother, whose face was flushed with embarrassment. Because a lot of Da Jun's semen had accumulated in her anus, his mother wanted to find a place to spit it out. But the stairwell was not a suitable place, so Da Jun mischievously suggested that his mother go to the upper floor where there were more people.

"Do you want to die? It's so embarrassing to be seen." His mother blushed with embarrassment, but it wasn't a solution to keep the semen inside.

"I'll keep an eye on people for you. I'll call you if anyone comes." Brother Dajun stood in front of his mother with his back to her. In front of him was a wide passageway where residents frequently passed by in and out of the apartment building.

"Hmph, you just wait and see."

The mother was at her wit's end; Brother Dajun's ejaculation was just too much. Helpless, the slut had no choice but to squat down, but then her exhibitionist tendencies kicked in again. She turned around, facing the apartment building, pulled up the hem of her trench coat, exposing her snow-white buttocks, and began to gush out milky-white semen.

"So good."

Although the slut's face was flushed with shame, she knew that many people had already seen her buttocks, but she still continued to ejaculate. Only after all the semen in her rectum was squeezed out did she stand up and have Brother Dajun wipe her anus clean with toilet paper.

"Aunt Qian, you're amazing. Several old men were staring at your buttocks, completely mesmerized," Brother Dajun exclaimed, pulling the harlot upstairs while his hand continued to grope her buttocks. The harlot smiled coquettishly and asked, "Weren't we supposed to be playing mahjong? Did you find the other two? They're not both men, are they?"

Brother Dajun grinned lewdly, "You guessed right."

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