[A Chaotic Infidelity] (The End) Author: Ziyi Shangqing

Author: Ziyi Shangqing
Word Count: 16019

This happened this Monday.

During the Spring Festival, we went on a trip. There was a woman who seemed like a mistress based on her clothes and appearance. She had her
son with her; he was a pretty boy, only in middle school, about 1.6 meters tall, but quite handsome.

The boy was very sweet-talking, and we quickly became friends. As soon as we arrived in Argentina, I sprained my ankle. My husband and the
others I couldn't go, so I stayed in the hotel alone. The boy, I don't know
what he said to his mother, but he didn't go out and came to keep me company. We went to the pool and drank.

The hotel was quite luxurious; the room's balcony had a small outdoor swimming pool. The wine there was also quite good. The weather
was hot, and soaking in the water was very comfortable.

We chatted and gradually became slightly tipsy. The boy started getting a little restless, secretly touching my leg underwater. I
didn't pay much attention; it's just a kid's curiosity about the opposite sex, but I still pushed him away.

He tried to argue, saying, "Aunt Jin, I actually wanted to massage your ankle. It looks so painful from your sprain. Massaging it will make it feel better
." I told him, "Come on, don't make things worse. If you hurt my ankle, I won't be able to walk tomorrow." He said, "Then I
'll massage your shoulders. I'm always so considerate of my mom at home."

I thought about it and agreed, telling him not to touch me inappropriately, that I would tell his mom. He said, "I know,
don't worry!"

He was quite attentive, teaching me how to mix different kinds of liquor to make it less bitter.

I found it quite amusing; this guy was like a little adult. I said, "You even have bartending skills? Who taught you
?" He said, "From people who work in bars."

Then he mixed a drink for me, and I slowly sipped it, lying on the recliner, closing my eyes and letting him massage my shoulders.
Gradually, the alcohol kicked in, and I felt like I was floating on clouds, dizzy and very comfortable.

As he massaged me, his hand moved to my ribs, occasionally tickling me lightly. I'm very ticklish, and
after laughing a few times, I was too weak to continue. I asked him to take his hand away, and he said okay. Then his hand moved to my chest, pulling my breasts together
, his fingers brushing against my nipples through my bikini.

I wanted to be angry but couldn't; I found it quite funny. Up until then, I still thought he was just a kid trying to
take advantage of , and my desires were particularly strong at the beginning of each month, so I didn't really want to stop him.

I pushed his hand away and lazily said, "You little brat, you're so precocious! Aren't you afraid I'll tell your mom?" He didn't
answer , but grinned and said, "Aunt Jin, have you ever done anything illegal?" I said no. He said, "Illegal things are actually more
exciting. Let's do something illegal."

I asked, "What illegal things?" He bluntly said, "Let's fuck." I'm only turning fifteen this August, still
a minor. "Aunt Jin, have you ever fucked a minor?"

I was stunned. I said, "Why are all kids like this these days?"

He said, "We're not in the country anyway, so it's fine. Besides, Aunt Jin, how many chances do you have in your life
to sleep with a kid half your age, especially a handsome young man like me?"

I burst out laughing and said, "You know you're a kid, right?" He said, "I'm already grown up!"

As he said that, I realized he had unhooked my bikini top. I quickly tried to protect my chest, but
because I'd had too much to drink, my movements were slow and I didn't have much strength. At that moment, he leaned in and tried to kiss me . When I tried to stop him, he sucked on my earlobe
, and I went limp.

I tried to push him away, but his hand slipped inside my bikini bottoms and put a finger in.
I was terrified and tried to push his hand away, but my chest was exposed again, and he was sucking on it like a baby nursing. I
felt dizzy and weak, my body was completely limp! By this point

, I was almost ready to give up. Panting, I asked, "Who taught you all this?" He sucked on my nipple, humming
and saying, "I know so many! Aunt Jin, you're so wet!"

That one sentence shattered my resolve, and I did it anyway!

This boy was dark-skinned and thin, very light. When he was on top of me, I could barely feel his weight.
He felt like a spider, with long, thin limbs. I felt like prey being caught, my whole body
numb, held tightly by him, letting him thrust into me again and again, his thrusts incredibly powerful.
He wasn't very long or thick, but it was enough!

He grabbed my ankles, lifted my legs, folded me up, making my thighs press against his body, and then pounced
on me, starting to thrust incredibly fast. The speed was simply amazing.

I'd done this position with my husband, but he's very heavy, making it hard for me to breathe, and
I had to ask for a change after a short time. But this boy was so light; I didn't feel any pressure at all. Lying
beneath his thin body, watching his stick-like arms stretch out towards my legs, his pencil-thin fingers gripping my ankles, I
suddenly felt absurd. How could I be pinned down by such a tiny little kid?

But he stared intently at me, his expression turning extremely serious, his teeth clenched. My eyes widened in shock.
This little brat, he moved so fast! I never imagined anyone could move so quickly; it was inhuman speed.
In almost five minutes, before I even realized what was happening, I suddenly climaxed!

I begged him to stop, saying it was uncomfortable to move so fast after my orgasm, but he ignored me
and kept going until he ejaculated inside me. He pulled out, pushed me over, and then came back in,

panting. "Aunt Jin," he said, "your flesh is so tight. When I'm having sex with other women, the flesh on their stomachs and thighs
moves in waves. I can't get that effect with you… Do you exercise a lot? Your ass is quite fat…"

I couldn't answer because he started moving again…

We did it all day. This guy ejaculated more times than my husband, without any restraint. Even when
I begged for mercy, he kept going… When my husband and his family went back to the hotel that night, my genitals were
swollen. I said I wasn't feeling well and stayed in bed.

Not only that, this guy is an insatiable sex maniac. For the next few days, he would try to have sex with me whenever he had the chance
. He even encouraged me to let him ejaculate inside me before going to have sex with my husband.

He also wanted to try anal sex, but I refused.

I never imagined that cheating would happen like this, and with such a young child no less ! I feel incredibly guilty!

=== ...

When I asked him how he dared to seduce me, he said he hadn't thought that far ahead; he just wanted to sleep with me the moment he saw me, so he
acted on it. I asked him if he wouldn't have had the chance if I hadn't sprained my ankle!

He said at most we'd have dinner together that night, get my husband and me drunk, and the opportunity would come. He said he was very
good at bartending, having learned from a professional, and that even though the alcohol content wasn't high, one glass was enough to knock out a Russian.

This kid was so smug, he even plucked a hair from my head!

He even asked if I would be his wife, saying he already had 16 wives, all conquered 30-
year-old women, all easily won over, and that he wanted to take me as his 17th wife.

Looking at his smug face, I was speechless. He's clearly just a delusional kid, yet he's so good at playing with
women. What's wrong with him? Sigh!

===

...

When we got tired, we'd drink, and he'd feed me with his mouth. After a while, we'd go back to doing it. I didn't even
go to lunch. My body was clearly exhausted, but I was still incredibly aroused and had strong desires.

I already felt something was wrong; this wasn't normal at all, even if I had a hormonal
imbalance .

But at that moment, my head felt numb and incredibly comfortable. The buzzing in my ears made my mind go blank;
I forgot everything. I could only moan with each thrust, staring blankly as he straddled me
, his dark, thin body covered in sweat.

He ejaculated again, all inside me, then pulled out and lay down beside me. I remained in that position, lying on my
back staring blankly upwards. Actually, I wasn't seeing anything; my eyes weren't focused, and I wasn't hearing anything.
My ears were ringing loudly.

After a while, I slowly came to my senses. The boy was lying on his side next to me, still sucking
on my breasts, his hands lightly touching my lower abdomen and thighs, tickling me. Then I felt myself
getting wet , wanting more…

While I was still somewhat sober, I asked him, “Did you put something in the drink?” He chuckled and said, “
No, Aunt Jin, you want it yourself, why make excuses?” Then he rolled over and sat between my legs,
holding them up, and using his hand to measure his own hip width, his fingers poking my buttocks. He
said to me, “Aunt Jin, look at your big white butt, it’s almost twice my size.” Then he started moving his hips again…

After a while, he stopped, seemingly unable to lift my legs any further, and asked me, “Aunt Jin, how tall and heavy are you?” I mumbled
that I was 1.68 meters and 102 kilograms. He said he was only 1.57 meters tall and weighed 74 kilograms. He also said he liked to have sex with
tall, long-legged women with big breasts, it gave him a sense of conquest.

Then he kissed me again, and with wine in his mouth, he fed me mouth-to-mouth. I was already certain the wine was wrong,
but my head was numb, and it felt like another voice was saying, "We're already like this,
what's the harm in drinking a little more?" So I drank it all, and then we did it…

I was dizzy and lying on the bed, following the child's instructions, sticking my butt up towards him. He said something, but
I didn't hear clearly. Then I felt him enter me, grabbing my butt and starting to thrust. But after a few thrusts, he couldn't
go on. He told me to lower my butt a little, which I did, but it still didn't work. Later I realized that because my legs are
longer, when my butt was sticking up, his legs were shorter, and he couldn't reach me when kneeling behind me. He could only manage a few thrusts in a half-squat position before running
out of energy.

Strangely enough, the first thought that came to my mind was a teddy bear on a golden retriever!

He made me lie face down on the bed with my legs together. He sat behind me, and
because I , it was easy for him to penetrate me. He rode me like a horse, spreading my buttocks apart with his hands, and started moving again. The
boy's penis was only a little over 10 centimeters long, not big, but as hard as an iron nail and very hot. His waist and buttocks
moved as fast as a motor.

We did it two more times, or maybe three times, I can't remember. I was in a daze, but I remember
him ejaculating inside me again and again. Suddenly, a strange thought came to me: I was like a
longhorn beetle , plump and strong, and the little brat was like a tiny parasitic wasp, crawling on me, using his long, needle-like
genitals to pierce deep inside me, constantly planting his seed in my belly.

After ejaculating inside me for the last time, he excitedly slapped my buttocks, babbling incoherently: "
Aunt Jin, you are so tempting! Look, I've shot all my saved-up semen into your big white ass, not a drop left, it's all gone."

He even let out a satisfied sigh: "Damn, that was fucking awesome!"

It was already past four in the afternoon.

After that, he stopped drinking. He turned me over, gave me water, and after a long time, the tinnitus and other symptoms subsided,
my ears and body stopped burning, and my heartbeat calmed down. I just felt sore all over

, and my legs felt like they were falling apart. I couldn't even keep my eyes open at that point; my head was throbbing terribly. So I sent the little brat back to his room,
struggled to get up, took a shower, and then fell into a deep sleep. I didn't even dream. When my husband came home that night
, I didn't wake up. I slept soundly until the next morning.

With my husband there, the kid stayed with his mother for the next two days, and my husband and I enjoyed our trip in peace.
Everything was fine . I thought this episode was over, but little did I know that this was just the beginning.
The little brat, having tasted the sweetness of success, was the most dangerous kind of clingy pest. The two days in Ushuaia were wonderful.

We met during the day, pretending nothing was wrong, and there was no chance to be alone, which was a relief However, sometimes when our eyes met, his enigmatic gaze always sent a chill down my spine.

Looking back now, if time could turn back, I would never have drunk that wine again. Even if I couldn't go back
that far, how wonderful it would have been if everything could have ended there.

But some things just get closer and closer, even if you know you're sliding into the abyss, you
can't help it!

After we returned to Buenos Aires, every day after dinner, we would
play cards in the living room of their suite—they had moved to the room next to ours.

Actually, putting aside my son's dirty deeds, our two families got along quite well.

His mother was older than me, 35, but didn't look her age at all. She was from Suzhou. A little over 1.5 meters tall, small
frame, not a very good figure, the kind of classic Jiangnan beauty with a long neck, long waist, and short legs, but her face was exceptionally
beautiful , and she spoke softly and had a very pleasant voice. I must say, the boy inherited her good looks;
he was incredibly handsome.

I had a lot of fun. Because my husband and I were having good luck, and the kid was playing exceptionally well, it was a shame he had a terrible
teammate – his mother was not only bad at the game but also constantly distracted. So we kept winning, and seeing
the kid get so frustrated made me especially happy.

What reassured me most was that my husband doesn't drink, and I definitely wouldn't touch any
food or drink .

Now, let me describe our accommodation.

We stayed in a suite; the entrance led to a living room, which connected to the bathroom and the master bedroom with a large bed.
The bathroom was huge, leading to a separate shower room with a massive bathtub – you could practically swim in it!

The shower room opened onto a terrace.

The mother and son also stayed in a suite, similar in layout to ours, but with an extra small bedroom.

My husband and I returned to our room around 10 pm, washed up as usual, made love, and then went to sleep.
Buenos Aires is very hot, so I only covered myself with a sheet. My husband and I are different; he's a very heavy sleeper, he falls
asleep almost instantly, even an earthquake wouldn't wake him. I'm a light sleeper, so I wear a sleep mask at night.

In the middle of the night, I vaguely felt someone touching me. A thin, slender finger slid into
my buttocks from the direction of my anus, moving between my perineum and labia, occasionally scratching my labia, making my
breathing heavy and arousing me.

I was lying on my side, thinking it was my husband waking up and wanting more, so I curled up, sticking my buttocks out towards him
to make it easier for him to slide around.

Then I woke up instantly, my heart pounding, my body stiff, drenched in a cold sweat.

I was clearly sleeping on my husband's right side, and now I was lying facing my left side, which is also towards him. So
whose finger was that?

I didn't dare turn around. My husband was right next to me, snoring loudly, but I was trembling with fear.

Slender fingers skillfully slipped into my opening, in and out. Suddenly, the feeling felt
so quickly rolled over, pushed his hand away, and took off my sleep mask. There was the child, curled up in a ball,
squatting at the head of my bed.

I whispered, "Why are you here?" The child whispered back, "I missed you!"

He immediately crawled onto the bed, lying down close to me. I was horrified to discover he was completely naked, his erect penis
pressing against my thigh.

I panicked and pushed him away, telling him to go back. He hugged my waist, saying, "Aunt Jin, I missed you so much, and you didn't even miss me
?" I said, "Don't talk nonsense! Why did you come here?" He laughed, "Aunt Jin, didn't you notice? We're staying in
connecting rooms. My small bedroom connects to your living room; there's a door. I told the hotel we're relatives,
and they changed our rooms."

I stared in disbelief. Suddenly, he licked the tip of my nipple. I jolted
and shoved him off the bed.

I whispered, "Go back now." The boy said, "I'll go back after I'm done playing with you." I panicked and
whispered, "Get lost, or I'll call my husband, and he'll beat you to death."

He was completely unfazed and said, "Go ahead and call your uncle to beat me to death."

I was speechless. Seeing I couldn't speak, he laughed in the darkness. I couldn't believe his pretty face could laugh
so wickedly. Then he said, "If you won't call, then I will," and slapped me hard on the bottom.
The sound was so sharp in the quiet room that it was like a thunderclap. I was terrified.

I waited in terror, listening to my husband's loud snoring, but it was still the same. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to find
he had already snuggled back into my arms, sucking on my left breast, clinging to my chest like an octopus
…

This time I didn't dare stop him, and could only let him grope me. I endured the tingling and numbness and whispered, "You'd
better leave now, or do you believe I'll tell your mother tomorrow?"

He nonchalantly replied, "I believe you. I'm still a minor, what am I afraid of? Aunt Jin, do you believe I'll call the police and say you
raped me, tell everyone about us, let Uncle know we've been having sex? No matter what I did,
my mother is still my mother; Aunt Jin, do you think if I tell everyone about us, your husband will still be your
husband?"

These words were vicious and devastating. I was so angry my temples throbbed, my head was spinning, my hands and feet were ice-cold,
my chest felt tight, and my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. It took me a while to calm down before I asked him, "Why are you doing this
to me?"

He touched my butt and said, "Because I love you, you're so alluring, so beautiful!"

Then his hand moved to my crotch, rubbing my labia together. I held
him back tightly, saying, "If you want to hold me for a little while and then leave, fine. But if you're trying to blackmail me into bed, I'm telling you, no way! We'd rather die than
live a good life together!"

His attitude softened, saying, "Then, Aunt Jin, let me touch you. I won't blackmail you. I'll hold you for a little while and then go home."

I sighed and silently lay down, listening to my husband's thunderous snoring, letting this little devil
do his thing .

He quieted down, nestled in my arms, and started sucking on my breasts, switching to the other one. He took out his phone and
showed me a WeChat message saying, "I love Aunt Jin the most." I replied, "You're driving me crazy!" He said, "Aunt Jin
, don't be angry. I won't tell your husband." I said, "That depends on your behavior. You've hurt me deeply." He said, "Aunt Jin, you
're beautiful, generous, and gentle. Be my godmother!"

I couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. I thought to myself, "You drugged me and had sex with me,
and now you want me to be your godmother? This kid really does whatever comes to mind." But fearing that I might anger this little rascal, I replied, "Okay, but you have to be obedient."

He said godmother is the best! Then he hugged me and sucked on my breasts really hard. I was panting and went limp on
the bed . My breasts are my erogenous zones; sometimes I orgasm just from masturbating or playing with them. His sucking made half
my body go numb, and my mind went numb too.

After a while, I felt his fingers go inside! Moving around inside me!

I tried my best to hold back from screaming. After he had been sucking my breasts for so long, I was too weak to stop him
. I tried to text him to stop, but my phone was on standby. Just as I was frantically trying to do something, I felt his slender fingers
slide into my cavity, then bend and pull out, hooking right at my most sensitive spot. I
screamed!

My husband's snoring stopped for a few seconds, then resumed. My heart was about to stop. The little devil
laughed in my arms and whispered, "Godmother, do you like it?"

I was furious. I'd barely uttered "you" to him when his movements suddenly quickened. Oh my god, that was my G-spot!
He was hooking my G-spot with his little finger and trembling it violently! The stimulation was so intense I almost rolled my eyes back. I quickly
shut my mouth , afraid of making another sound. My body involuntarily curled into a ball, experiencing orgasm again and again…

When I calmed down from the orgasm, our positions had changed. I was now curled up in his arms,
covering my mouth with my hand, my face covered in tears. The child was holding my head, his other hand still
sliding in and out of my wet vagina, making that squelching sound of something poking in the mud…

My husband's snoring, and my own heartbeat, were so loud, the bedroom filled with the pungent
smell .

I wearily said, "Go back," and he sweetly replied, "I'm not leaving, I want my godmother."

My heart skipped a beat. I had nothing left to threaten him with. My muscles were weak and I
had no strength left. Even if the little brat did something now, I couldn't resist. I was finished. He had won!

My heart was ashen. Exhausted, I said, "Tell me the truth, are you really going to fuck me today?" He hesitated for a moment
, then said yes.

I released him, silently rolled over, and lay facing my husband, my buttocks towards him, curled up in a ball. I whispered, " Then come on..." === ... I can't believe this nightmarish night is over. I fell asleep feeling relieved that he gave up on me at the last minute. In my hazy state, I thought, maybe this kid still has a conscience, still has some considerations, he's not hopeless. I can still do it, everything is still under control… The little rascal's retreat made me feel great. The next day, I carefully put on a light layer of makeup, and my husband was stunned when I went out. He exclaimed, "You look radiant today!" I rolled my eyes at him. This guy can be incredibly carefree sometimes. Last night, after all that commotion, he was snoring loudly next to me, and he didn't even notice. I felt a little resentful: I sprained my ankle and told him to leave me alone and go out to play, and he actually did! He has no sense of responsibility at all. If he had stayed to take care of me, would all of this have been resolved ? I felt a pang of sadness. Is it really like what people say, that after a few years of marriage, feelings have faded, and he doesn't care about me as much as before? We spent the day in Boca, and when we came back in the evening, we ran into the little devil. The little brat saw me like this and greeted me, saying, "Godmother, you look so beautiful today! Godfather and Godmother , you went on a date?" My husband was a little confused and asked, "What did you call me?" The little brat said, "Yeah, I've recognized Aunt Jin as my godmother, and Uncle, aren't you my godfather?" My husband laughed and said, "Don't be like that, I'm still young. " I lowered my head and remained silent, remembering the words he whispered in my ear last night when his fingers were going in and out of my body, "I want a godmother." That "godmother," now that I think about it, it didn't sound like his first time saying it... I couldn't help but think of that day when this little brat grabbed my ankle, folded me up, and fucked me hard and wildly... My nipples actually stood up , hard and a little painful, and I was actually wet down there . The card game was still the same, his mother was absent-minded and distracted, even making mistakes when playing cards, while my husband and I were winning big. That evening, I refused my husband's offer of sex, saying I was tired and exhausted. We'd done this a few times before, so he didn't seem to think anything of it. I took a shower, used some night soiling, and then lay in bed, listening to my husband's snoring, staring at the ceiling, my heart pounding. I told myself that in that child's eyes, I was attractive, and I could use that to persuade him to stop . He was still young and didn't understand the meaning behind it. This shouldn't be a simple release of desire, it shouldn't be drugging and raping, it should be… As I was organizing my thoughts, I heard a soft knock at the door. He came in! My husband had been snoring loudly for a long time. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to come and suckle my breasts like yesterday, or insert his fingers to give me an orgasm. But nothing happened. He came to my side, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently stroked my stomach through the sheet. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He smiled at me, but didn't say anything. He continued to gently stroke me, his movements very light, like petting a little bird or kitten, stroking my face and hair. My heart ached, remembering the grievances and fear of the past two days, and I almost cried. I softly asked him why he left yesterday. He said, "Because I felt sorry for you. I wanted Godmother so much, but I hurt you. Seeing how sad you were then, I didn't want to think about it anymore." I sighed and said, "It's all in the past, but tell me, tell Godmother the truth, what did you put in Godmother's drink that day?" Actually, I had a vague guess, and sure enough, he said, "Methamphetamine." I was speechless. After a while, I lifted the sheet and said, "Come on up." He hummed in agreement, got into my bed, and snuggled into my arms. I whispered, "That stuff is drugs. How could you get involved with something like that at such a young age?" He said, "Godmother, are you angry that I drugged you?" I told him I didn't blame him, that he was too young to understand. He mumbled, "Godmother, I want to drink your milk," and took my nipple into his mouth, his hands slowly stroking my body. We hugged like that for a while, I stroked his hair, letting him nurse gently.

He said, "Godmother, you're so beautiful. I love you." His little hands gently rubbed my mons pubis, and I quickly became wet. He said, "
I want to take a closer look at you down there. Godmother, can you let me see?"

At first, I didn't want to agree, but then I thought, "We've already done it,
what's a little look now?" So I agreed!

The boy got off me and told me to hook my thighs with my hands
and spread my legs in front of him. I did as he said, and he knelt down, looking at my private
parts.

Through my thighs, I saw the boy's serious face; his eyes seemed to be shining.
I felt like I had never been so erotic before. A woman over 30,
spreading my legs and letting a 15-year-old boy get so close to look at me… My cheeks burned, and my blood rushed to my head. I quickly turned
my face away, but I couldn't help but start to wet down there. My husband was fast asleep next to me.

Just then, I heard the little kid whisper, "Such a fresh smell," and then he inserted a tiny, thin finger very slowly
...

He found the G-spot perfectly, and then started hooking and trembling like that again. I let out
a quickly shutting my mouth to stifle the sound, but a nasal sound inevitably escaped.

Soon, another climax came, once, then again, and again, but this time it didn't stop, again and
again , and again...

Intense sweat soaked my face, my hair plastered to my skin, enduring wave after wave of frenzy.

After reaching the peak several times, the climaxes became continuous, and I was completely dominated by
the pleasure , and the switch for my body was on the tip of this kid's finger.

I was breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, gripping my thighs and spreading them wide, arching my back
and craning my neck to look at the bed railings above me. My mind was a jumbled mess; all my thoughts, those words of advice,
and all my anxieties, were shattered by his little finger.

My heart and mind were filled with a frenzied lust.

The little devil climbed between my legs, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, "Godmother, you want me to fuck
you, let me fuck you!"

I weakly turned my head to the right, closed my eyes to avoid looking at him, reached down and touched his burning hot penis, positioned it at my sticky
opening, and he thrust in, penetrating all the way in.

The electric sensation made me arch my neck and let out a satisfied yet dazed "oh."

How could this 15-year-old boy fuck me on the bed where my husband and I were lying side by side, making me
spread my legs and let him penetrate me?

My husband's snoring was deafening, and the bed started creaking and shaking!

I know you all think I'm a kid, that I'm too young to understand anything…

He said smugly, straddling me, grabbing my sweaty breasts, and playing with them while thrusting.

But I think you're the virgin…

I have sixteen wives… one big wife, fifteen godmothers… you're the seventeenth…
…

you're no different from them, even the advice you give me… is the same thing they've said to death… I fuck one,
I hear it once, I fuck another, I hear it again… anyway… in the end, you all have to willingly spread your
white legs and show me your wet pussy to fuck…

The 15-year-old kid, panting heavily as he moved, asked me, "Godmother, I haven't drugged you
… what are you doing, Godmother?"

I was… spreading my legs for you to fuck…

say, Godmother.

"Godmother...spreading her legs for you to fuck..."

he said while thrusting, "That's right, that's the right attitude...the more nonsense you spouted,
the angrier I got, and the angrier I got, the more I wanted to fuck you...Do you know what makes you better than them? Because
you can lie next to your husband and beg me to fuck you! For that, it's worth enduring a day!

"

His words were like knives, stabbing me so much that I couldn't think straight. Even the slightest thought was
painful, my mind a jumble of thoughts: rebukes, regrets, fear, doubt, denial, shame—everything
suffocated me want to die.

So I dared not think, could not think, and gave up on myself, immersing myself in sensory stimulation. It was easy, and
comfortable; all I had to do was savor the pleasure!

The boy leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "Godmother, look down, look here!"

I lifted my head from the pillow and looked between my thighs. He was thin and bony, with
a hard little penis, the glans of which was quite large, wrapped in labia, busily moving in and out. With his rhythm,
waves of tingling pleasure washed over me, from our point of contact down my spine to my brain, washing away all the
discomfort !

I moaned softly, "Oh my god, oh my god," those were the only two words I could repeat. He said, "Godmother,
is this what you want me to do? Do you want me to stop?" I shook my head. He said, "Say something, do you want it or not?" I said, "I want
you to fuck me hard." He said, "Godmother." I whispered, trembling, "Fuck Godmother hard, Godmother wants it." He laughed and said, "
Godmother you're so horny.

" I heard him say it, but it didn't register in my mind, I couldn't understand it, my brain froze. I only had
one feeling, only this melting, tingling sensation was the only reality, the only straw I could grasp.
Even my husband snoring on the other side of the bed was rejected from my mind!

Will my husband wake up? If he does, will he be heartbroken? Will he beat me to death? I
didn't moment. Maybe I even secretly hoped he would get up and beat me to death.

The boy touched the spot where we were joined, then brought his smelly finger to my mouth and said, "Godmother,
try it ." So I sucked on his finger.

As another wave of pleasure hit, I screamed out loud, the high-pitched sound instantly interrupting my husband's
snoring.

My scream stopped his snoring, and the boy moved faster than a rabbit, pulling out immediately. I
felt a sudden emptiness down there, and he shrank back to the floor, lying motionless. Seeing his terrified face
, I suddenly felt a surge of pleasure—so even you have fear sometimes.

My husband stirred, clearly awake, and mumbled, "What are you doing?"

I thought I would be terrified, but surprisingly, I wasn't. Before, when that boy was with me, he was snoring away.
Sometimes I'd be overthinking things, afraid of being discovered, but when my husband actually woke up, I
didn't .

I pulled down his underwear and took his big cock into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue…

My husband inhaled and said, "You slut, you said you weren't in the mood before bed, why do you suddenly want to fuck in the middle of the night
?" I snorted in response, focusing on swallowing and spitting, and it quickly swelled up in my mouth.
My husband sighed comfortably, put his hands under his head, and said, "Why do you smell so strong? Are you playing
with yourself while lying down?"

My libido is particularly high during the first ten days of every month, and I always masturbate with my legs crossed. My husband knows this, so he
jokes about .

I said "Mmm," continued licking my husband's balls, scooped up some of his juices, and gently
stroked his cock. My husband panted and said, "You slut, you're up to no good after three days without sex," and then tried to sit up.

I quickly said, "No, don't get up. I haven't had enough yet. My husband said we're going out to play tomorrow. Let's get you to sleep in the middle of
the night Don't bother me. I said I don't want to move tomorrow. You lie down and leave everything to me
. Let's try something different."

My husband was already tired, so he lay down. I took the sleep mask from the bedside table and put it on him properly
. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. I knelt between my husband's legs and slowly started sucking his penis. I gestured to the
kid

by the bed to leave now. The kid poked his dark head out from the side of the bed, watching me give my husband oral sex with great curiosity. He didn't leave or
make a sound .

I was furious, but I had no choice but to wave him away again. Seeing that he ignored me, I simply increased
the intensity of my sucking and swallowing. I'll see if he dares to stay any longer after my husband ejaculates.

Compared to that kid's tiny penis, my husband's was a giant. When erect, it was easily 18 centimeters
long, almost twice the length of that kid's. I don't have the skill of deep-throating like those actresses in adult films; I can only take half at most.
But this time, to avoid arousing my husband's suspicion, I went all out, shoving it down my throat with gritted teeth, tears welling
up , but I still couldn't get it all the way in.

However, this was enough to make my husband groan with pleasure, stretching out his long legs, waiting for me to
do it to him again and again.

My husband sighed and said, "You're just too concerned about your image. You don't want me to see your face contort while you're sucking my cock, so you even put
a blindfold ." I didn't reply, thinking to myself, "It would be great if you could think that way!"

I glanced at the head of the bed; the dark head was gone, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I ate for a while longer, getting more and more used to it. The last few times, I could almost swallow it all the way in, but I couldn't stop the drooling,
making my husband's penis and the area between his legs sticky.

As I spat out my husband's large penis again and bent down to lick his testicles, I shuddered. I felt a
slender finger slip into my opening from behind.

The thin finger circled inside my wet cavity, gently hooking at my G-spot, making
me shudder again, before sliding out!

Then two small hands hugged my buttocks, and then a tiny tongue licked my labia,
gently sweeping my clitoris. I let out

a long "Ah!" as the last vestiges of my reason were finally swallowed up by my sensual desires!

My husband laughed and said, "You slut, touching yourself again?" I said, "Yes, I am a slut. I want
you to fuck me to death, husband." As I said this, I couldn't even tell if I was talking to my husband or to the child behind me
.

I continued to circle my husband's testicles with my tongue, and he felt incredibly good. Just then, a phone was thrust in front of me from under my
body . The words on the screen made my heart tighten, and a surge of heat rose within me: a threesome

with two men simultaneously. I'd only ever seen this in porn before, never imagining
I 'd experience it firsthand, especially with my husband and a child—a near-taboo subject.

I was sucking on my husband's penis, holding his testicles in my mouth, while the child teased my
clitoris with his mouth, tore at my labia with his lips, and circled my opening with his tongue.

I couldn't help but wiggle my hips to meet the person behind me, and then the child quietly came on top!

The teddy bear on the golden retriever had started again.

Sure enough, the child had trouble penetrating me, so he pulled out and pressed his hand on my buttocks, indicating
I should lower it. But no matter how much I lowered my hips, it still wouldn't work.

I got annoyed, and while still sucking on my husband's glans, I reached over and pulled the pillow over.

I pulled the pillow between my legs in front of the little brat, folded it in half, and gently patted it.

He quickly understood what I meant, knelt on the folded pillow, then placed his hands on my buttocks, and with a
gentle thrust of his waist, he entered me smoothly this time!

I was jolted by this, letting out a soft "uh," never expecting to make such a sticky,
nasal sound, almost like a coquettish whim.

Lying on my stomach, licking my husband's penis, while being fucked by a kid not even 15 years old, pushing my "big white buttocks,"
I trembled with psychological pleasure.

I moaned softly, licking the scrotum and glans of my husband's scrotum, while he, wearing a blindfold, comfortably
spread his limbs on the big bed.

The child behind me didn't move as quickly. He knelt on the pillow, slowly inserting his glans, then slowly pulling it out,
scraping the inner walls with the glans. His penis wasn't long, but the section about 5 centimeters inside the opening was a very sensitive
spot. Occasionally, I couldn't control myself and it went all the way in, which surprisingly brought intense pleasure.

We continued like this for a while. I was sucking on my husband's penis, and my mouth was getting sore. Suddenly, the child
grabbed my buttocks tightly, pressing his penis deep inside me, and stopped moving. I felt his penis throbbing inside me
, and he ejaculated… I felt

a cool sensation behind my buttocks as he pulled out. The phone was handed to me from under me again, but it went into
standby mode and the screen went black as soon as it was handed to me. He swiped the screen, entered the password, and the screen lit up: "Hold on, don't let it leak out, sit on your husband's
penis and fuck him!"

I took a breath, got up, went to my husband, squatted down, grabbed his penis, aligned it with the opening, and sat down with the
child 's semen still inside. My husband let out a long sigh, feeling incredibly good.

Sweat clung to my shoulders and back. I straightened up, raised my arms, tossed my hair back, and
squatted on top of him, moving up and down, screaming until I was hoarse.

My husband gripped my waist, thrusting his hips upwards with force, each stroke so deep, hitting my cervix,
panting, "Damn, so slippery, you slut, you're so wet."

*Slap slap slap slap*, I closed my eyes, trying to think of nothing, casting aside all thoughts, fully immersing
myself in each thrust of my husband.

His penis was thick and long, each stroke reaching my deepest point, the complete opposite of the other boy's.
Yet, my orgasms didn't come as quickly as with that boy.

This was because my most pleasurable areas were actually two.

First, the section about 5 centimeters inside the opening, where the boy's vigorous, back-and-forth rubbing
sent me racing towards orgasm, but always lacking the full satisfaction of intercourse. Second, the deepest
part of my body, the cervix. Being struck there gave me a thrilling, conquering feeling, but repeated thrusts
there became painful, diminishing the pleasure.

I was immersed in the exhilarating physical struggle with my husband, my body soaked in
the scent of semen and vaginal fluid.

Finally, I caught my breath, and suddenly felt the boy's finger pierce my anus.

The finger was slippery, seemingly covered in semen, and easily slipped inside. The foreign sensation made me involuntarily gasp
and clench my anus. Just as I was about to turn around to see what the child was up to, my husband suddenly gasped, "Great! Like that!

Harder! I'm going to cum!"

He sat up, wearing a blindfold, his arms wrapped around my waist, and thrust his hips forcefully…

I couldn't care less about the child behind me anymore, letting out long moans as I swayed my hips, clenching my husband's magnificent penis and
the tiny finger inside my anus.

After we finished, we both collapsed onto the bed, panting.

I lay in my husband's arms, feeling like I was in a dream. I never imagined I could be so lewd; my mind was still
numb, the afterglow still so strong.

The finger in my anus had been pulled out sometime during the night; the little devil was finally gone. After

we

finished, my husband hugged me and asked how I did it. It felt incredibly stimulating; he
couldn't . I told him I'd inserted my finger into my anus and asked if he liked it. He said he really liked it.

Then I forced myself to get up and told my husband I was going to take a shower. He said, "Go ahead, I'm too lazy to move, I want to sleep
!"

The initial excitement had faded, and I was terrified. During our time together, the baby's semen was still
inside me. He'd penetrated so deeply, almost to my cervix. I worried I might have gotten some of the baby's semen inside me. I
squatted in the bathtub for a while, watching the semen and discharge slowly drain out, forming a large puddle in the tub,
with a few strands clinging to my labia. Then I couldn't help but cry, trying to cry very quietly so no one would hear.

After showering, I went to sleep. Nothing more was said that night. The next day, my husband went to visit his football mecca. I wasn't interested to begin with,
and being exhausted, I didn't go.

I slept fitfully until around 10 a.m., when that little devil came over again, touching me and
saying, "Godmother, wake up!"

I ignored him, treating his touch like air. He laughed and said, "Godmother, I'll show you something nice," and
handed me his phone. It was a video.

The video was dark, showing him on top of me from behind, starting from where we were joined, his
penis going in and out, then my buttocks, my back, and my back as my husband licked me. Above that was my husband lying down,
calling me a slut, wearing a blindfold, and then the camera panned back to film him going in and out.

I felt dizzy and tried to grab the phone back, but he was faster. I burst into tears.
I've always cried in private, even during my divorce. This was the first time someone had made me cry so helplessly
in front of me , and it was from a child. I said, "Why are you torturing me like this? What have I
done to you? Tell me!"

I'll never forget the look of utter shock on that child's face. He said, "Godmother, I love you! Godmother,
don't worry, I'll just enjoy it for myself, I won't hurt you."

I can't describe how desperate I felt at that moment; I was completely stunned. He patted me and said, "Come on, Godmother, lie down
and show me your pussy." I did it numbly. He inserted his finger again, using the same technique, finding the G-
spot and teasing it, quickly bringing me to orgasm.

Tears streamed down my face as I pursed my lips, remaining silent. The child hugged me, sucking on my breasts, and playing
with saying, "Godmother, why are you holding back? It's so suffocating. Don't you want to scream? There's no one here now.
Scream as loud as you want, why are you holding back?
Release !"

I screamed, just as he instructed. Once I started screaming, I couldn't stop, and then it turned into crying,
heart-wrenching crying…

He gave me the liquor, saying, "Godmother, drink some. It'll make you feel better. Don't think too much, just be
happy .

" I stared intently at the liquor laced with methamphetamine, my hands trembling as I took it. I knew my
mind was clouded and my willpower insufficient to refuse it. I looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would take the liquor
back. The boy smiled at me, his eyes gentle and encouraging.

I drank it all, starting slowly and then faster, downing it all in one gulp!

Then the boy hugged me, sucking on my breasts. I let him gently push me down, and we rolled onto the bed.

What happened next is something I can't even describe, even if I wanted to. The drug hit me quickly, and I spent
the day in a daze. My memories of that time are jumbled, like a dream, the events don't match up,
only various lewd fragments remain.

For example, we were lying in bed, and I saw many things swaying. The boy was clinging to me, caressing me from head to toe like I was
a work of art , not missing a single hair, toe, or even inside my body.

He poured wine into my mouth, then drank it through my tongue, then fucked me, and ejaculated
inside .

He also styled his penis into the shape of the White Pagoda in Beihai Park, with a transparent thing on it, like a sea cucumber, with
two very long, transparent soft spines at the tip, somewhat like snail tentacles. He said, "Godmother, look, my
penis is bigger than Uncle's now!"

Then I leaned back on the sofa in the living room, grabbed my ankles and raised them above my head. He stood in
front of , looking down at me, touching my pubic hair, saying, "Godmother, your hair is so thick and black," and then he thrust in, thrusting
hard and fast.

We were both sweating profusely, panting, mating like wild beasts in heat, the room service bell ringing in my ears.
The thump kept going and going, as annoying as my own rapid, loud heartbeat. I told him, "Godmother is all yours.
Godmother wants to rip her heart out and give it to you." He said, "Godmother is the best!"

I remember we were both naked, climbing all the way to the terrace. I giggled and said, "I don't want to be human anymore
." Then he used that penis, which looked like the White Pagoda of Beihai Park, to penetrate me again, and the pleasure made me scream at the top of my lungs.

At that time, I was lying naked on my side on the terrace, and I didn't feel cold at all.

While he was having sex with me, he asked me to sing him nursery rhymes, saying, "Godmother, sing me nursery rhymes." And
then suddenly really wanted to sing, and while I was lying on my back being penetrated by him, I sang "
The Promise of the Rainbow" at the top of my lungs.

I had heard that song when I first returned to Beijing and stayed at my parents' house, helping to take my nephew to kindergarten.
My nephew liked it very much, so I learned it and sang it to him at night to help him fall asleep.

I lay on my side on the terrace singing, "The rainbow is a promise of happiness, and eternal love. My dearest baby, I'll be with
you forever." At the same time, a 15-year-old boy was rapidly penetrating me. He was carrying one of my legs, thrusting into my
buttocks like my husband, making loud slapping sounds.

That little brat's penis, adorned with that thing resembling the White Pagoda of Beihai Park, was incredibly thick, and each time
he inserted the soft tentacles at the tip, he could reach my deepest cervix, gently touching it each time. It gave me
the pleasure of complete penetration without the pain of my husband's rough thrusts. His movements were incredibly fast,
and the frequency of his penetration was equally rapid.

I started singing, but later I didn't even know what I was yelling anymore; I just felt wave after wave of orgasms, and I had
to release…

The boy, panting as he thrust rapidly, said, "This is so good! Godmother, you're not human anymore! You're the
finest meat pig, a Ukrainian white-butt pig! Come live with me in S?o Paulo! I'll slaughter you like this a hundred and
eighty times a day, making you scream like a pig being slaughtered!"

I groaned and said, "Okay, fuck me to death." He said, "I can't bear to. I could fuck you a hundred or eighty times a day and I 'd never get tired of it. " I climaxed again , holding the boy tightly

, burying him in my chest,
wrapping my legs around his waist, moving my hips to find more pleasure. I stroked his face and kissed him . ＝ ... Now that these days have passed, I've gradually lost that urge and don't want to continue writing anymore. I always feel like if I keep writing, I'll want to try again! For those of you reading this like a novel, just treat it as a novel! All I can say is, it's all in the past… What I can say is that after that day, that night we played cards. My mind went blank; I just stood there holding the cards, not even knowing what cards I was playing. My husband said, "Why are you both so absent-minded?" I looked up at his mother, and she was looking at me too. Her eyes seemed to have something in them, yet they were empty. I felt like I was looking in a mirror; we were both dazed and absent-minded. We were there, but we seemed like ghosts, detached from the world. Then it suddenly dawned on me—she had also been taking methamphetamine. This situation terrified me so much I threw up. It was the first time I'd ever known that being too scared could make you vomit. The next few days were like sleepwalking, nothing but incredibly lewd nightmares… The only consolation was that I stopped taking methamphetamine. Although I was tempted to drink alcohol once during a mental breakdown ( as I mentioned earlier), I persevered after discovering that both he and his mother were using drugs . At the end of my trip, during a layover in S?o Paulo, I stole his phone. He liked to film and record during sex, and I noticed he only used a password to unlock his phone, not his fingerprint. Several times during intense moments, I begged him to let me use his phone to film from my angle. He initially refused, but later told me the password and let me film. So, after stealing his phone at the airport, I deleted everything , reset his phone, and secretly returned it to him. After that, our families broke up! My husband and I returned to China, blocked each other on WeChat, and changed my phone number. My period started yesterday, which was a relief. However, I need to get a blood test in two weeks to see if I've contracted any diseases. Also, my pregnancy plans are ruined again. I read online that drugs are very harmful to the fetus, so I don't plan to get pregnant this year! [The End]

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