[My Private Anecdotes] (January 6th) Author: Greentown Shaolong

Author: Green City Shaolong
Word Count: 41070
My Private Anecdotes
Author: Green City Shaolong
I. Visiting a Mature Female Friend's House
This weekend, I was bored and originally planned to go fishing at the lake. However, when I mentioned it to my most frequently contacted mature female friend, Sister Nan
, she asked if I was bored. If I was, she suggested I visit her.
This mature woman lives in the countryside, about 200 kilometers from where I live. I didn't really want to go, since
it's summer vacation, my son would definitely be home, and my husband might not be working. If I went
, my husband and son would be home, and I wouldn't be able to take advantage of them. Sister Nan understood my implication and said to treat it as a
visit to a friend's house, to get acquainted with the place. Once you've been there, you'll become familiar with her
. Next time, when her husband isn't home, I can visit her openly and legitimately.
Thinking about the possibility of sleeping with her in her house in the future, I became somewhat tempted. So, with lust rising, I decided
to drive there. I'd bought quite a few lingerie items for Sister Nan on Taobao, so I knew her address well and had navigation, so
I wasn't worried about getting lost.
We set off immediately. When I arrived at the street in her district, Sister Nan asked me to stop at a hotel to pick up
three of her colleagues, and we could go to Sister Nan's house together. Sister Nan's colleagues were all hotel waitresses,
one each from the 70s, 80s, and 90s generations. They were all quite outgoing. The 90s girl, surnamed Huang, was Sister Nan's
closest friend; they both lived in the hotel dormitory and were roommates. The other two women were locals and
went home to stay at night.
Sister Nan, because her home was in the countryside and it was inconvenient to go back, stayed in the dormitory. The hotel wasn't big;
only Sister Nan and Huang stayed in the dormitory. A thought struck me: I decided to be enthusiastic towards Huang, at least to get her
to accept my casual sex relationship with Sister Nan. Maybe I could even go to Sister Nan's dormitory and sleep with her once.
Xiao Huang was very enthusiastic and asked many questions, especially about how I met Sister Nan. Sister Nan had
only briefly mentioned on the phone that a friend had driven them there, without specifying who. I laughed and said that
Sister Nan and I were online friends, had known each other for several years, and were quite familiar with her family, having eaten together before. However, this
was her first time visiting. The most sophisticated lie is nine parts truth and one part falsehood. I had
indeed interacted with Sister Nan's family; for example, I added her son on QQ and spoke with her husband on the phone, but her husband
and son had never met me in person.
Sister Nan's son was still a student, neither opposing nor
approving of my online relationship with his mother. In his view, his mother was either at home or living in the company dormitory and didn't have time for extramarital affairs,
so maintaining close online contact with a male friend wasn't considered unusual. Nan's husband is a
construction worker, and he's fully aware of my existence. However, like his son, he believes his wife
has no way to hook up, and since I'm so much younger than Nan, he's unlikely to be genuinely interested in her. Therefore, his
attitude towards me is lukewarm. Even though I came from out of town, he was still out working and wouldn't
come back until evening.
Around 10 PM, the four of us arrived at Nan's house. It was a two-story rural house,
nicely decorated. The bathrooms upstairs and downstairs were very clean, with marble floors, and a bathtub on the second floor.
Only an elderly woman lived there; Nan's mother-in-law was still alive, but her husband's sister had taken her to stay for a while.
When we arrived, only Nan and her son were home. Nan
's son was playing computer games, and Nan was watching TV. The TV and computer were in the master bedroom downstairs, probably
to prevent her son from becoming addicted. On the wall above the bed in the master bedroom hung Nan Jie's wedding photo with her husband. Her husband was a bit
overweight, around 160 cm tall, shorter than me, and even less so in the groin area—something Nan Jie herself
admitted. She said her husband's penis was a bit short and his erection wasn't very firm, and she was worried about passing it on to her son.
Nan Jie was very welcoming to us. I called her "Sister" and gave her the gift I'd brought. Her son
only smiled a little more after receiving the single-player game disc I'd given him, but he still wouldn't call me "Uncle," only saying
"Brother" in a barely audible voice. Nan Jie's colleagues were chatting away, so I felt awkward joining them
. I just stayed in the room with Nan Jie's son, watching TV and teaching him how to install the game disc.
At noon, Nan Jie prepared lunch. It was still a bit hot, and I didn't want to go out for
lunch, so I didn't stand on ceremony and treated them like guests, enjoying the meal immensely. After lunch, Sister Nan went to the kitchen
to wash the dishes. Her son came to the kitchen, wanting to discuss something with his mother. Sister Nan was adamant and said no,
so the boy reluctantly slipped out of the kitchen.
I went to the kitchen and asked Sister Nan why. She said her son had gotten his driver's license in his first year of university and, seeing me drive by
, couldn't resist trying it out, but she naturally refused. I asked Sister Nan if her son had gotten his license yet. If
he had, a drive on the nearby country roads wouldn't be a big deal, as long as he didn't drive into the district
. After seeing Sister Nan's son's license, I tossed him the car keys, letting him go for a drive. I told him he
could call his classmates along, since we'd filled up at the gas station in the district before, as long as he could drive back.
I was thinking that if Sister Nan's son went out, I could find an excuse to send Sister Nan's colleague out too; maybe I
could even have a fling with Sister Nan at her place. Xiao Huang couldn't sit still. He was only two or three years younger than Sister Nan's son, so he
went for a walk with him. The other two older women said they were bored and asked Sister Nan and me to play mahjong together to pass
the time.
Sister Nan didn't play mahjong herself, and I said I didn't know how, so she took them to the village mahjong parlor. I
also promised them I'd call them when I went back to the district that evening. The female colleague in her 70s seemed to be an experienced woman. When
Sister Nan wasn't looking, she squeezed my hand and teased me, "Sister Nan's husband and son aren't here, I don't want to be a third
wheel, so I need to hurry up and make the most of it." I wasn't one to take that lying down, so I patted her butt, telling her
to get lost and focus on winning money. She wasn't angry at all and just laughed.
After Sister Nan's three colleagues left, she closed the gate and went to the bedroom downstairs to chat with me.
I asked about the oldest female colleague, and Sister Nan seemed a little dismissive. A divorced woman, her son...
Her son wasn't with her; he had a lover, about the same age as Nan's son, who called her godmother and they were very affectionate.
That godson had even come to the hotel a few times; I wondered if he was some college student from a no-name university or a street thug.
I wasn't worried about Nan's colleagues running back; Nan's son and Xiao Huang definitely wouldn't be seen until dark.
My only concern was if Nan's husband suddenly came home, or if Nan's mother-in-law came home early. Although my lust
was already raging, I didn't dare take off my clothes and actually have sex.
Although the air conditioner was on in the master bedroom, the curtains weren't drawn. After all, in a confined space, if
anyone came back, Nan and I would be in a terrible situation, and even if we hadn't committed adultery, we wouldn't escape suspicion. This was, after all,
Nan's house, so I couldn't be too unrestrained. But it wasn't possible to do nothing at all, so I called Nan over. I sat in
the computer chair, and Nan sat on my lap, and we went online together. Although the curtains weren't drawn, the rooms in the countryside were large, so
we weren't worried about being spied on.
First, Nan and I watched a video from the Uniqlo store in Sanlitun. We enjoyed the performance of the male and female leads, and my hands
started to wander. I lifted Nan's short-sleeved shirt and reached inside, touching her breasts through her bra. Nan hadn't been
intimate with me for days and seemed a little aroused. She unzipped my trousers and reached in, touching my penis through my underwear.
After touching her breasts, I started touching the inside of Nan's thighs. She was wearing white capri pants at home; the pants
were very thin. When I touched her crotch, Nan wouldn't let me move my hand around, just holding it between her legs. I turned my head and kissed her
repeatedly, making loud kissing noises. Thinking about how we were neighbors and I couldn't openly have sex with her, I felt very uncomfortable
.
After watching the Uniqlo video, I found a video of a young man from Shandong having sex with his mother. Although the picture quality was poor,
the sound was quite clear, and Nan seemed to be enjoying it. Nan thinks this video is clickbait, accusing the age
difference of 10-20 years of incest between mother and son.
I agree with Nan's guess. With so many people in China, there must be cases of incest between mothers and sons. Even if the
rate is only one-tenth of that in the US, it's still a significant number. It's just that China's media industry isn't as developed, and
family relationships are often very closed off, so even if it happens, it goes unnoticed. For example, a mother and son might live together while working away from home,
or the mother might accompany the son during his college entrance exam year while the father works away. These are all objective conditions. It's just that 99%
of people suppress their desires, which is why they don't go astray.
I think I have a mother complex, but I don't like my own mother; I like
mature women who still have their charm. I witnessed my middle school teacher having an affair, and I also know that my father was having an affair with one of his friends' wives
. Early exposure to sex education has influenced my views on women. So, from my university years to starting work
and building my career, although I've had three boyfriends, I haven't married any of them. Being in my twenties and still
relying on blind dates to find a partner isn't because I can't find suitable people, but because it doesn't really matter who I marry, as long as they meet my
aesthetic standards and can cook and live a
simple life. Sister Nan married early and has only one son, whom she adores. Her relationship with her husband is lukewarm. Her husband even
joined a wife-swapping group, which Sister Nan discovered, and he only left after threatening divorce. However, he still
frequents adult websites, and as a result, Sister Nan's son also visited them. Sister Nan was very worried, and that's how
we became acquainted.
For Sister Nan, I'm somewhat like her therapist and pillar of support. She
tells me about every aspect of her life, and my upbringing is very similar to her son's, which is why she trusts me and wants to introduce me to her
son so he can learn something from me.
I'm certain that Sister Nan also has a son complex; her entire life revolves around her son. Until this
summer vacation, she would still occasionally sleep in the same bed with her son, though she repeatedly emphasized to me that she and her son slept under separate
blankets. Of course, I believed that Sister Nan wouldn't actually have a relationship with her son, but the two of them
were indeed closer than mothers and sons in ordinary families.
I believe this was also the key reason why Sister Nan and I were able to maintain a casual sex relationship for more than three years. We weren't just
casual sex partners; we were lovers. Her soul and body had both strayed, and she had no attachment to her husband.
I believe that even if I were face to face with her husband, she would choose to come with me. We would also experiment with different sexual
experiences, such as outdoor sex, car sex, and going to a hotel. And this time, I finally entered her last line of defense:
her family.
Sister Nan seemed a little aroused. She said she would go change her clothes first and asked me to wait patiently for a while. Not long after
, Sister Nan came to the master bedroom wearing a red dress. "Upstairs or downstairs?" I asked.
The advantage of upstairs is that once you lock the gate to the yard, no one comes in except for family members. Downstairs has its advantages
; the environment is more exciting. For example, I really want to fuck Nan Jie in front of her wedding photos.
"Let's go upstairs." After saying that, Nan Jie and I hurriedly ran upstairs, went into the bathroom, locked the door,
lifted Nan Jie's skirt, pulled down her black thong, and then unbuttoned my trousers.
I rubbed my penis against Nan Jie's vulva a few times. After watching the two videos earlier, Nan Jie's vulva was already wet. I hummed, "Big
Foot, Qing'er wants to fuck his mother's cunt."
I once typed "Yangjiawa Love Story" to Nan Jie on QQ, and Nan Jie told me that she used to masturbate while reading novels, and she really
liked the female protagonist, Big Foot. Sometimes when we were in the mood, we would play role-playing games. For example, she
would be the teacher, and I would be the student; she would be the neighbor aunt, and I would be the boy next door. We had never played mother and son,
but once, she called me her son, and my penis immediately went soft.
But after reading about the love affair in Yangjiawa, we would occasionally role-play as Big Foot and Qing'er. When we became
characters in the novel, we could enjoy the pleasure of sex to the fullest, without any restraint.
The small room in the bathroom on the second floor was where Nan's son lived alone. The room only had a 1.5-meter bed and a
desk. Next door was a poster of Yang Mi, who seemed to be smiling as she watched Nan lick my penis. Nan was eating
very enthusiastically, touching the glans, penis, testicles, and even the anus.
Nan's son must have masturbated in his room, fantasizing about his female classmates, teachers, or some Japanese adult
film actress licking his penis, but he absolutely didn't believe that his dearest mother was licking a...
It was a penis that was only a few years older than his.
A few days ago, I took Sister Nan to her son's university campus for some casual sex. Today, I had sex with Sister Nan at her house,
and she gave me oral sex in her son's room. I have to say, that's how a woman's bottom line gets crossed. I'm thinking
about whether to invite Sister Nan's son to my city for a visit. Maybe after we get to know each other better, he might slowly
accept my casual sex relationship with his mother.
I once did a survey: when a man knows his girlfriend is cheating, one-third pretend not to know;
when he knows his wife is cheating, that percentage drops to half; and when he knows his mother is cheating, that percentage is about
three-quarters. Yes, even if Sister Nan's son senses that my relationship with his mother is inappropriate,
he won't talk to Sister Nan to avoid hurting her. At most, he'll try to keep me away from his mother.
After sex, Sister Nan and I went to the bathroom to shower separately. We didn't take a bath together, since we
were already dressed. What if her son came back and we were having sex so intensely that we didn't even have time to get dressed?
After showering, Nan and I went downstairs to go online. Nan's itch had subsided, so she wasn't as horny. I
pulled up a stool and sat next to her, reaching under her skirt to touch her butt. We watched an episode of "Where Are We Going, Dad?" online. Then
Nan's son and Xiao Huang came back, their faces flushed, seemingly from the heat.
I couldn't help but wonder, the car's air conditioning was on, it definitely wasn't that hot. Had they gone hiking? Or had Nan
's son already experienced sex and taken Xiao Huang out for a quickie? I must say, my imagination is quite vivid
.
Nan's son, having had his fill of driving, reluctantly returned the car keys to me. He also noticed that Sister Nan had changed her clothes
. "Mom, I've never seen you in these clothes before. When did you buy them?"
Sister Nan replied, "I bought them a long time ago. Xiao Huang knows too, but I haven't worn them. I was cleaning your room earlier
, and it was all dusty. I was sweating a lot, so I'm going to take a shower."
In the evening, two of Sister Nan's other colleagues returned from playing cards. Sister Nan wanted us to stay for dinner, but
I figured her husband would be back soon. I had just slept with his wife and didn't want to see him, so I drove Sister Nan's colleagues
away. The female colleague, who was in her 40s, kept asking me what I was doing in the afternoon and if I had fun. I just made up
a few things and then went home after dropping them off at their hotel. After all, it was the weekend tomorrow...
II. Bringing a Mature Female Friend Home After
staying one night in the provincial capital, Sister Nan's colleague and roommate, Xiao Huang, arranged for me to stay at their hotel for one night.
The hotel where Sister Nan worked was very small, not even three-star, but the conditions were acceptable.
I actually wanted to get closer to Xiao Huang, Nan's colleague born in the 90s, maybe even visit her and Nan's company dormitory
, but the girl decisively refused. It makes sense; Nan has already resigned and gone home,
leaving her alone in the hotel dormitory. For me to visit her place so late at night would clearly be up to no good.
If Xiao Huang were a more open-minded girl, perhaps she would have been more willing, but she seems to have a
boyfriend, and their relationship is very strong, so I obviously have no hope. "By the way, Xiao Huang,
what's the name of the lady in the passenger seat who came back with us?" After Xiao Huang helped me settle into my accommodation, I couldn't help but
ask. Compared to Xiao Huang, Nan's colleague born in the 70s seemed more promising; after all,
I touched her butt when I was at Nan's house, and the lady didn't seem to mind.
"Mou Li, you can call her Sister Li." Xiao Huang has a very good relationship with Nan, but her relationship with the other two colleagues seems
rather average. "Oh, can you tell me her phone number?" I ignored Xiao Huang's tone. Actually, I
could ask Sister Nan for Sister Li's phone number, but asking one of my casual sex partners for another potential casual sex partner's phone number...
I'm not that despicable. As for threesomes or anything like that, I haven't even considered it.
You're kidding, do you really think Chinese women are that open-minded? Just grabbing two casual sex partners and they can have a threesome
? Women are very possessive. Relatively speaking, women are more accepting of threesomes. They
might be embarrassed to ask directly, but as long as their safety is guaranteed, if you bring a trusted friend
for a threesome that may never happen again, as long as her pride isn't that strong, she can accept it.
"Why should I tell you? Weren't you chatting with Sister Nan the whole time? Why are you asking for Sister Li's phone number? Her
godson is a local thug, very influential." Xiao Huang was clearly
quite unhappy with my two-timing behavior. Perhaps she had gone out with Sister Nan's son that afternoon and was on the same page with that kid
.
In Xiao Huang's eyes, I was probably just a womanizer. Having just entered adulthood, she obviously
couldn't accept my lifestyle. I just wondered if Xiao Huang had said anything bad about me to Sister Nan's son. If
she had implied to him that I was his mother's casual sex partner, he might have been traumatized.
Sister Nan and Xiao Huang lived in the same apartment but in different rooms, spending all their time together. When I called Sister Nan, she
didn't try to avoid her. She had already experienced sex with her boyfriend and had gone to Sister Nan's house with me. She
must have known about my relationship with Sister Nan, but she probably wouldn't be foolish enough to tell Sister Nan's son.
I recalled my high school days. My family ran a shop, and my parents would run it. During my holidays, I would
relieve my mother so she could go play cards. My mother's card-playing circle was quite fixed; they were all employees of a nearby factory.
The one who impressed me most was an uncle in his early thirties. He was the factory office secretary and usually drove for the factory manager. He
carried a briefcase and was supposedly a college graduate from the 1990s. He was about 1.8 meters tall and quite handsome. He
was divorced, his daughter was with her grandparents, and at thirty, he wasn't in a hurry to get married. He spent his free time playing
cards with the factory employees.
He didn't like playing with the male employees or the driver because the stakes were high, and he didn't like smoking, so his
card-playing friends were mostly female factory workers. My family rented a storefront in the factory, so my mother was also one of his regular card-playing partners. Actually,
I initially had a pretty good impression of this uncle because he was good at basketball and patient enough to discuss
politics with me. He was a decent adult friend. But then something happened that completely ruined my impression of him.
It was probably during summer vacation that time. My dad went out to buy goods, and my mom and I were running the shop. I was writing in the room behind the shop.
The uncle called my mom to play cards, because he was going to leave me alone at the shop again, which I wasn't happy about.
My mom and the uncle were chatting in the front, and my mom seemed amused by him, looking quite happy. Actually,
in business, there are always people coming and going, all sorts of people coming and going. Before, men
had made some lewd jokes to my mom in the shop or at the card table, but my mom always ignored them. But I don't know what the uncle said
, but there was a lewd tone in my mom's laughter. My mom's words were very unclear because there was
a pile of wood between the shop and the front.
My mom seemed to say something like, "Little brother, there are so many young wives in the factory, don't joke around with your older sister."
My mom even hit the uncle. I was a little curious, so I went to the door of the shop and peeked in, and saw
a scene that I will never forget for the rest of my life.
Some of our timber was piled outside the storefront, and some inside. The storefront was quite wide,
about thirty meters from the sidewalk. Unless you got very close, you couldn't see what the people inside were doing
.
My mother and that uncle were both in front of the timber. The uncle placed his hand behind my mother, leaning naturally against the timber
. But I clearly saw his hand on my mother's buttocks. My mother was wearing a plum-patterned short-sleeved
shirt and black slim-fit trousers. The trousers were a bit tight, making her buttocks appear particularly large when she bent over to lift the timber
. The uncle's left hand was directly on my mother's buttocks, stroking them incessantly—no, stroking isn't accurate;
the movements were rather vigorous, more like rubbing.
My mother, however, seemed quite unfazed, chatting casually with the uncle, pretending not to notice his
actions. When the uncle's hand continued to move downwards, reaching my mother's crotch, she became a little annoyed,
slapped the uncle's hand away, and then nervously glanced in my direction. I was quick-witted and immediately
pulled back inside. Seeing I didn't move, my mom called me to do my homework while she went out to play cards, telling me to keep an eye on things,
otherwise the timber might be stolen without me even knowing.
I wasn't happy about it because I'd seen that uncle molest my mom and was worried she'd get hurt. Finally,
after much coaxing and promising her several conditions, my mom went out with that uncle. I immediately asked her where she was playing cards and
demanded she be back by six to cook dinner, or I'd come find her. My mom agreed, saying she'd definitely be
back early, but she forgot to tell me which mahjong parlor she was playing in. That day, my mom came back a little after five in the afternoon.
I was puzzled; usually, I wouldn't see her before six, and she'd gone late that day, so why was she back early
? It wasn't
until I went to university and started using QQ and WeChat to hook up with people online that I began to understand. That
afternoon, my mom might not have actually gone to play cards. She might have been having an affair with that uncle. Even though she was only out
for a few hours that day, an hour is enough for a short-term sexual encounter.
We live in a third-tier city, not very big, with many relatives and acquaintances. I don't believe my mom would dare
go to a short-term hotel with that uncle. Maybe they went to his house; he bought an apartment in the western district, but
it's empty. He usually lives at the factory and rarely goes back. Or maybe they drove to the suburbs and found a secluded grove for some
car sex. Of course, that was in the early 2000s, and my mom might not have been that bold. As for
whether my mom really had a relationship with that uncle, that's a mystery that will forever remain in my heart, one I can't shake off…
Ever
since that uncle touched my mom's butt, I haven't given him a friendly look, and I don't
play basketball with him anymore. My mom probably realized something, so she stopped going out to play cards with him. After I went to university, our
family moved our shop to the city center and cut off contact with the factory workers.
Since Xiao Huang didn't want to give me Sister Li's phone number, I wouldn't make a fool of myself. Actually, I'm not interested in women like Sister Li,
who have chaotic private lives and are promiscuous. I prefer women who are always respectable and virtuous. My goal
is to become the second husband of my sex partner. A second husband, as the name suggests, means that besides her husband, I'm the only
man she's had sex with.
That's why I'm so fond of Sister Nan. She gave her virginity to her husband after marriage and
hasn't cheated on him for over ten years, content to be a good wife and mother. Finally, she tasted the sweetness of love with me and fell for me.
When we're together, Sister Nan is particularly infatuated with me. She calls me every day, we have a couple's package deal, and she
insists on a kiss before going to sleep after hanging up. She truly has genuine feelings for me and is willing to accommodate
all my demands in bed. Whether it's oral sex, breast sex, facial ejaculation, or swallowing semen, she's willing to do it all. She is willing to have anal sex, but
I couldn't accept it. I applied some baby oil and ultimately gave up.
Of course, I treat her with the same care and am very careful to protect her privacy. I don't take explicit photos of her, I don't film
videos, and I don't take her to threesomes or wife-swapping. After all, she couldn't accept it, and I wasn't willing either. Bringing someone else's wife to a wife-swapping scheme—
is that even possible? Because we were emotionally dependent on each other, like mother and son, and physically satisfied each other,
like husband and wife, she gave me a double enjoyment of being both wife and mother. She would act coquettishly in front of me, willingly becoming
my concubine.
Although I couldn't get Sister Li's phone number, I still managed to get Xiao Huang's WeChat ID. Xiao Huang said
he only agreed to add me on WeChat because of Sister Nan, and then told me not to like or comment on her Moments
because her boyfriend gets jealous. Pshaw, who cares? Do you think you're Angelababy?
After checking into the hotel, I sent messages to Sister Nan on QQ for two days, but she didn't reply. I went to take a shower first, and then Sister Nan replied
. She asked if I was happy to come over. I said I came all this way and was sleeping alone, so I wasn't happy. Sister Nan
laughed and said that her three colleagues were all quite enthusiastic, and if I could get them to go to a hotel, she guaranteed she wouldn't be jealous.
Please, go to a hotel with a hotel maid? Do you think the hotel is my private property? Sister Nan knew it was impossible,
which is why she said she wouldn't be jealous.
Sister Nan said she'd recently encountered a problem: her husband wanted to have sex with her, but she wasn't interested and just went through the motions.
But when she had sex with me, she was incredibly passionate, her vagina was extremely wet, and she wanted more. This afternoon, when she was licking
my penis in her son's room, her vagina was very itchy, and she even wanted me to fuck her on her son's bed.
I know why Sister Nan doesn't like having sex with her husband. He's a bit overweight, his penis is short, and he
doesn't last long. He also likes to make her watch Japanese adult films with Chinese subtitles, so naturally, Sister Nan isn't very passionate.
I'm in my early twenties, and Sister Nan is in her early forties. I'm young and strong, and she's like a tiger. Plus 　　, Sister Nan has a strong attachment to her son, so
we're a match made in heaven in bed. 　　I teased Sister Nan on QQ, saying, "What if I fuck her in her son's room this afternoon, and he comes home early and hears us?" Sister Nan got embarrassed and replied with a shy emoji. I continued, " 　　If Sister Nan's son comes home early, I'd be willing to fuck her again in his room, letting him overhear 　　. Fuck his mom in front of him!" Sister Nan got upset, saying I was incredibly lecherous 　　. 　　So I asked again on QQ, "What if I fuck her in front of her husband?" Nan was silent for a moment 　　before replying. She found it exciting, but her husband wouldn't agree. 　　Nan and I had seen photos of a 4P wife-swapping session in Northeast China together; she 　　was particularly struck by the photo of the woman licking two penises simultaneously. I had previously mentioned a 3P to Nan, but she wasn't happy. She felt that 　　offering my woman to others meant I didn't love her. 　　I explained to her what cuckoldry was, saying that many men censor their wives' or girlfriends' photos 　　and post them online, and that men participating in 3P wife-swapping have this mentality. There's even an author who writes NTR 　　stories, where the female protagonist is anally penetrated by other men. 　　Nan still couldn't accept it, so I finally said, "What if I and your husband fuck you together? I'll fuck your 　　vagina from behind, and you kneel and lick your husband's penis. We'll each squeeze your breasts, and after we ejaculate, we'll switch shifts, 　　like a relay race." Nan didn't object, only saying she wouldn't try to persuade her husband, but if I could convince him 　　, she would agree. Nan's husband had long frequented adult forums and proposed wife-swapping to her. Nan 　　refused, and he gave up the idea. I believe persuading Nan's husband wouldn't be difficult; the only challenge is that I'm a single man, and he might 　　be afraid of being taken advantage of. 　　But he's now in such a miserable state that he can't even sleep with his wife; she sleeps with their son every day, and they 　　barely have sex once a month or two. Persuading him to have a threesome isn't that hard, is it? Of course, I'll put all that aside for now. 　　I'll leave him hanging for two weeks. Maybe in the end, if I just have him watch me have sex with his wife while he masturbates, 　　he might agree. 　　Of course, on QQ, I complained to Nan about how outdated their hotel was, lacking even a foot massage. Nan 　　scoffed, saying their area was a remote part of the provincial capital, a rural area, but still a 　　little more developed than my hometown. 　　Of course, I disagreed, saying my hometown was much more fun, and then invited her to come over for a trip, bringing her 　　son along. We'd leave tomorrow, just like that. Sister Nan hesitated, saying she'd ask her son and husband for their opinions. 　　I actually wanted to take Sister Nan to my hometown for a few days, but if I didn't bring her son along, her 　　husband might think his wife had run away and might call the police. So, I simply invited them both to 　　come along. 　　A little while later, Sister Nan's son messaged me on QQ, "Brother, you invited me to your hometown 　　? What tourist attractions are there?" Clearly, this young man couldn't sit still; he wanted to go on 　　a trip. I briefly introduced the tourist attractions, accommodations, and restaurants, saying that food and lodging were included, but entrance fees 　　were up to him. Of course, he could pay for everything, but Sister Nan's husband wouldn't agree. He thought this unsolicited kindness was suspicious 　　. 　　A little while later, Sister Nan messaged me, saying her son was willing to go, but her husband was a bit unhappy. He said she 　　could go, but I had to go to her house the next morning so her husband could meet me in person, worried I might be a bad person, and insist 　　on seeing my ID to put his mind at ease. Sister Nan was a bit hesitant; she wasn't really keen on me meeting her husband because 　　he had always been lukewarm about her making friends online, and now it was happening at home—wasn't that like inviting 　　a wolf into the house? 　　I reassured Sister Nan, "It's okay, I'll go tomorrow and show your husband my ID. Haven't you 　　always been curious about my upbringing? I'll show you around; maybe you can even meet my mom and make 　　friends." Sister Nan thought about it and agreed. 　　I actually have two ID cards, one real and one fake. I usually use the fake one for hotel registration 　　, only using the real one for reputable star-rated hotels where the card can't be scanned. At worst, I can just find a fake ID to 　　show Sister Nan's husband—what's the big deal? 　　The next day, I didn't get up early. After breakfast, I leisurely drove to Sister Nan's village. Sister Nan's husband 　　, Sister Nan, and her son were all home. Surprisingly, Sister Nan's mother-in-law was also brought back by her daughter. Well 　　, the whole family was there. 　　I was very proper and handed my ID card to Sister Nan's husband. He looked at it repeatedly before 　　finally handing it back to me. He said helplessly, "Since they went out with you, you have to take 　　responsibility and ensure their safety." Sister Nan's son was a little impatient. "Don't worry, I'm here. I'm an 　　adult. I'll ensure my mom's safety." 　　I chuckled to myself. You silly boy, can you stay by your mother's side the whole time? When you get to my hometown 　　, I'll just drop you off at the tourist spot and then go book a short-stay hotel with your mother. 　　Nan's husband was probably conflicted. He was furious; how could anyone do this? His wife's online boyfriend 　　had come to their door and taken her away – it was blatant provocation! He couldn't let himself be cuckolded any longer! But his 　　relationship with Nan had recently reached a stalemate, and he wanted her to go out and relax. Plus, his silly son was 　　showing off. After much deliberation, he finally agreed, repeatedly instructing his son to take good care of his mother and 　　sleep in the same room with her that night. 　　Nan was also annoyed; this was a blatant veiled insult. "Nonsense! If my son goes out with me 　　, who else will I sleep with?" Seeing that Nan was about to lose her temper, her husband hurriedly added me 　　on QQ and went out to do something. Now, the whole family's QQ accounts were combined. Even with three QQ accounts, I couldn't summon them all.

"Dragon and stuff."
Nan's husband left on his motorcycle, and Nan and her son started packing. I asked Nan
if they had swimsuits. If so, I suggested they bring them; we have natural swimming pools there, thousands of acres of lakes, perfect for
swimming. Nan's son also packed swimming trunks and a swimming cap. Nan said she couldn't swim and didn't need them, but I said it was fine,
she could buy them in my hometown; bikinis were also available.
While we were packing, Nan's mother-in-law overheard and realized her daughter-in-law and son were
going on a trip with me. She was quite unhappy—what kind of mother-in-law just got home and her daughter-in-law is already going on a long trip? She made
a few sarcastic remarks to Nan and gave me a cold shoulder, which I ignored.
Around 9 a.m., we set off, first taking the national highway, then the expressway, then exiting the expressway, passing the tollbooth,
and we arrived at my hometown. After exiting the tollbooth, we ate lunch first, then booked a double room near the scenic area,
and gave the room key to Nan's son.
I told Nan's son that I'd booked a double room. We'd be going to the scenic area this afternoon, and he and his mother
would stay here tonight. I'd go back to the city tonight and pick them up tomorrow morning to go to another attraction. I'd originally planned to book
a double room, but then I thought, "You're a freshman now, it's not appropriate for you to share a bed with your mom," so I changed it.
Nan's son looked a little embarrassed and said I'd arranged things well. I was secretly amused. "Little rascal," I thought, "don't think
I don't know you've been sharing a bed with your mom every summer. I'm doing this for your own good. These scenic area hotels don't have good soundproofing
, and you can even find porn on the hotel TV. If you two share a bed, what if you hear the couple next door having sex
? And then you get a thrill from that porn, and you might just end up having sex with your mom too." I didn't want a scene like the incestuous
mother-son scandal at some scenic spot.
Actually, I'd been to this attraction many times. Basically, whenever my college classmates or online friends came over, we'd go there at least once
. I was tired of it, but Nan and her son seemed really enthusiastic and took a lot of photos together. The photos included pictures of me and Nan, Nan
and her son, and her son and me—all three together. The most intimate photos were of me with my arm around Nan's waist
and of me with my hand on Nan's shoulder, pulling her into my embrace. The photos gradually became more intimate, making Nan a little
uncomfortable. Her son initially seemed a bit awkward too, but seeing I didn't go any further, he didn't think much of it.
While Nan and her son walked ahead, I wasn't idle. I logged into my other QQ account and
sent several copies of cuckoldry stories to Nan's husband's QQ email address—things like "I saved him," "He stole my wife," "The Wife's Desire,
" etc. Actually, ever since I found out Nan's husband tried to join a wife-swapping group, I was certain he was a cuckold
, so he should be able to accept cuckoldry stories.
After we left the scenic area, I switched back to my main QQ account and sent Nan's husband photos of the day's activities,
including a photo of me with my arm around Nan's waist, in which my right hand naturally touched Nan's right breast
, making Nan's expression somewhat unnatural. Of course, I took this photo while Nan's son ran ahead of us, and had
a woman in her forties take it for us. I introduced Nan as my aunt, and she even praised our close relationship
.
If the novel was the first step of testing the waters, then the photo was the second. I believe Nan's husband saw me
touching his wife's breasts, and his reaction reflects his attitude. If he
calls Nan after seeing the photo, scolding her and me, it means he's only superficially interested in cuckoldry—he says he
enjoys it but can't actually accept it. In that case, I'll naturally continue my affair with Nan.
If he only calls Nan before going to bed after seeing the photo, it means his attitude towards cuckoldry
is contradictory—he wants to try it but also wants to back out. In that case, I'll gradually increase my efforts.
If he doesn't call Nan after seeing the photo but chats with me, praising the scenic spot, it
means he's already started trying cuckoldry. Maybe while chatting with me, he's looking at
the photo of me touching his wife's breasts and masturbating while reading cuckoldry novels.
As a result, Nan's husband's reaction was somewhere between the second and third scenarios. He didn't call or message me
. He just sent the photo to Nan and asked if it was taken by their son. Nan denied it, and only then did her husband relax
. It's true, if Nan's son saw me touching his mother's breasts and didn't care, then he, as a father,
would have absolutely no standing in the family.
Nan, however, was very angry. She felt I shouldn't have sent the photo to her husband, that I was humiliating him,
as if it were a blatant provocation—"I just want to touch your wife's breasts, so what?" Although she and her husband no longer
had much of a relationship, he was still the father of their child, and she should respect him.
I comforted Nan, saying, "Your husband isn't angry or bothered, so
why are you holding a grudge? Didn't you say you wanted to have sex with your husband? I was testing your husband's limits, clearly implying to him that I
had had intimate physical contact with you." If your husband gets over this psychological hurdle, then maybe next week I
can sleep with you along with him.
Although Sister Nan understood, she still felt bad, so I drove back to the city early. She called her husband that night
to let him know she was safe, and her son also said on the phone that I was back, which put her husband at ease. Sister Nan
told me all this on QQ. Sister Nan seemed to be implying to her husband that she had a
close relationship with me, this online friend, but they hadn't slept together yet. Well, women are all scheming...
Don't think that's all. That night, I logged into my QQ email with a secondary account and
sent a set of pictures of a mature Chinese woman having a 4P to Sister Nan's son's email. Actually, I discovered a long time ago that Sister Nan's son had a mother complex. He
didn't have a girlfriend in college, and at nineteen, he still slept in the same bed as his mother. Who would believe he didn't have a mother complex? He might have fantasized about
Sister Nan, and then felt guilty, unable to release this emotion. Without proper guidance, he
might end up repeating my mistakes, hooking up with one mature woman after another, and finally hastily marrying a woman he doesn't love.
I don't want that. Given that Nan's son has browsed adult websites, I've decided to fight fire with fire, directly exposing him
to the wanton nature of forty-year-old women. Once he feels bored and empty, he can return to university and have
a youthful romance. My ultimate goal is to get him to accept my casual sex relationship with Nan without leaving him with any psychological
trauma. Sigh, this is a very difficult task.
The next day, I picked up Sister Nan and her son. We visited another scenic spot during the day and had
lunch there. Sister Nan and I took many photos together. The most revealing photo was of the
three of us standing in a row, with Sister Nan in the middle, her arm around her son's shoulder. I was turned to the side, with trees behind us, and
my left hand was directly touching Sister Nan's buttocks.
If her son turned his head back, he could see me touching his mother's buttocks. This
feeling of touching his mother's buttocks in front of his son was more exciting than any extramarital affair; I felt my penis getting hard. When I looked at the photo, thankfully,
the erection wasn't very noticeable.
Just like yesterday, I sent this photo, mixed in with the others, to Sister Nan's husband.
He finally replied, "You guys had a good time, huh? When are you coming back?" Please, this message should be sent
to your wife! I'm going to the provincial capital; your wife is coming home. "Tomorrow." A little while later, Sister Nan's
husband went offline.
In the afternoon, I booked a double room for Sister Nan and her son, then went home again. My dad
had a business dinner that evening, so I brought my mom to the hotel too. It was just the four of us: my mom, me, Sister Nan, and her son,
having dinner together. My mom assumed I knew Sister Nan's son first, and that he was taking his mom on a trip, so she started criticizing me,
saying things like, "Your friend is so filial! He's had a car for over a year, why haven't I taken your mom on any trips?"
At the end of the wedding, Sister Nan called my mom "sister," I called her "Sister Nan," and her son called me "brother" and my mom "auntie"—the generations
were all mixed up. My mom and Sister Nan seemed to get along quite well, chatting happily. Sister Nan's son, though seemingly trying
to be friendly, probably had something on his mind; he drank most of a case of beer by himself. Sister Nan eventually pulled him back, preventing him from drinking more
, and he almost got drunk and caused a scene. I could understand his inner turmoil. Nobody's a fool. Perhaps during the two days of travel
, he had already sensed the ambiguous relationship between his mother and me. The most crucial point was that his mother had feelings for me, and he had no
way to resolve it, so he drank to drown his sorrows, and even dragged me into drinking too. In the end, I was quite drunk, and Nan's son
was completely out of it.
Finally, my mother and Nan helped Nan's son into the room. My mother asked if I wanted to go back with her, but I said I would rest
for a while, have some tea, and chat with Nan, and that she should go back first. My mother hesitated a bit; she seemed to have noticed that
I wanted to talk to her, but she was also worried about me being alone with Nan. However, I still sent her back.
I sat on a stool by the coffee table in the room and chatted with Nan. Then I talked about why I have a mother complex, for example,
before I graduated from elementary school, my mother always helped me bathe. I also talked about when I was in high school, the secretary uncle touched my mother's buttocks,
and then we talked about an experience when I was about ten years old.
I was walking home from school when I didn't see my parents. I went to a friend's house to look for them and
found five adults—three men and two women—watching a Category III film. The group consisted of my dad, my mom, my dad's best friend, his wife
, and another mutual friend. Of course, I didn't know it was a Category III film. When I arrived, my
mom quickly took me home. I don't know if the three men and one woman continued watching; I only know
it was a Hong Kong Category III film, and the woman in it had large, bare breasts, somewhat resembling Amy Yip. Unfortunately, my memory of it
is hazy.
Then, my friend Nan scolded me, saying that just because others mistreat my mom, I have to mistreat her too? Touching her breasts and
sending the photos to her husband, and today it was even worse—touching her buttocks in front of her son. Nan then came over, hugged
my head, and buried my face in her arms, but there wasn't a trace of eroticism in it. Sister Nan said, "You need to get over it
. Get over it." She felt I hadn't overcome my childhood trauma, which was why I liked to meet up with respectable women in hotels. It
was a reflection of my past; after discovering my mother's infidelity, I assumed every respectable woman was promiscuous.
I looked up and started kissing Sister Nan's neck, then her chin, then her lips. When our lips met
, it was like lightning striking, our tongues quickly intertwining, making smacking sounds, completely oblivious to
the person lying on the bed next to us.
As we kissed, I got more excited and started touching Sister Nan's breasts, quickly unhooking her bra
and tossing it aside. Sister Nan also became aroused and started helping me unbuckle my belt. I quickly pulled my pants down to the floor,
the belt buckle hitting the carpet with a thud, startling Sister Nan. Sister Nan turned to look at her son's reaction;
he was still fast asleep. Relieved, she went to the door and turned off the bedroom light. Perhaps only in the darkness did she have
the courage to have an affair with me.
Sister Nan approached me, grabbed my penis, stroked it, and then knelt on the carpet to lick it. I leaned back
in the chair, feeling incredibly aroused. I gently stroked Sister Nan's cheeks with both hands. Sister Nan was very attentive in her sucking
, taking my glans into her mouth and swirling her tongue around my urethral opening, carefully cleaning the smegma. In the hot weather, my penis was
sweaty, but Sister Nan didn't seem to care, savoring it intently. Perhaps my reaction was
a little slow after drinking, as it took her a while to get hard.
Sister Nan carefully lifted her skirt, pulled her underwear down to her ankles, and then, finding the right spot, sat down
on my penis. As soon as my penis entered Sister Nan's vagina, I immediately felt relieved. There was another person nearby,
so Sister Nan didn't dare to move too much. We both had to suppress our physical reactions. After about twenty thrusts, Sister Nan couldn't take it anymore and
felt like she needed to urinate.
I pulled Nan into the bathroom, turned on the light, closed the door, and without taking off my clothes, I made her hold onto the back of the toilet,
sticking her butt out like a female dog begging for my attention. I couldn't resist either; my penis hardened, I grabbed Nan's
breasts with both hands, pressed my hips tightly against her plump buttocks, and started fucking her recklessly. Nan bit her skirt,
her cheeks flushed, her vagina extremely tight; clearly, the thrill of committing adultery in front of her son was also stimulating her, her pleasure
and orgasms were exceptionally intense. I slapped Nan's buttocks a few times, and her sensitive body went limp, and she climaxed.
My penis, however, was still half-erect. I pointed outside the bathroom, and Nan seemed a little unhappy, so I put my arm around her
and walked out, her steps in sync, like conjoined twins. Before leaving the bathroom, Nan was still a little
worried and called her son's name again, but there was still no response. Nan Jie was relieved. We walked to
the bedside and had Nan Jie hold onto the edge of the bed. Afraid of waking her son, Nan Jie only held onto the edge of the bed loosely, her body bent over
. Her skirt was already half off, and her right breast was completely exposed to her son.
Even if her son woke up, in the dark he'd probably only see two shadowy figures. Seeing Sister Nan's
sleeping son, the thrill of taking advantage of another woman right before my eyes was at its peak. I wrapped my arms around Sister Nan's stomach, my
penis thrusting upwards slowly but deeply, like hammering nails into a wall.
Neither of us spoke; Sister Nan could only gasp, the sound of my penis being pulled out of her vagina
was particularly clear in the darkness. I was somewhat hoping that Sister Nan and her son would wake up and hear me fucking his mother—the ultimate pleasure in taking advantage of another woman
. Yet, I was also worried that if he woke up, he wouldn't be able to accept it and would fight me. Before my mother came today, I
had instructed her that it was just a meal, not to exchange phone numbers, QQ, or WeChat IDs, and that was the reason
.
If I were to take advantage of another woman and be retaliated against, I could bear the consequences, but I couldn't let my family be implicated. In this
stimulating environment, I couldn't last long. I patted Nan's buttocks, telling her to bend over higher, and she
sucked hard a few times. Finally, I ejaculated inside Nan for the second time.
After we finished, Nan and I started packing our clothes. Nan saw me to my room. There wasn't much people in the hallway.
She looked very tired and told me to rest early and not to send QQ messages or make phone calls that night. She needed to ask the waiter for another
pot of tea because drunk people are especially thirsty.
I left the hotel and took a taxi home. The journey was short, only ten minutes. I felt lost in the car. Although I
had achieved a real-life version of the "mother-stealing" love movie, I didn't feel any pleasure. Besides the initial excitement, I
felt mostly fear. If Nan's son had acted impulsively, I would have been dead. Yes, Sister Nan loves me,
but she loves her son even more. Perhaps this is what happens when someone who has an affair with another man's mother ends up having their wife and daughters violated...
III. Visiting another mature female casual sex partner's house .
Of all the mature female casual sex partners I've dated, Sister Nan is my favorite. Our casual sex relationship has lasted
for three years, and it seems it will continue. In those three years, we've tried so many things: going to hotels,
having sex in parks, having affairs at my place, having sex in the woods near her son's school, and
answering her husband's phone calls while we're having sex.
I'm young and strong, and she's like a wolf in sheep's clothing. The age gap of over ten years allows her to be emotionally
tolerant of me, and sexually unreserved, giving me a wonderful experience of being both a mother and a wife.
This summer vacation, I visited Sister Nan's house for the first time. To avoid suspicion, I
went with three of Sister Nan's colleagues. Sister Nan's husband happened to be away, so she arranged for her colleagues to play cards. The youngest colleague and Sister Nan's
son also took my car out for some fresh air. In the end, we had a very intense
sexual encounter in the bathroom on the second floor of Sister Nan's house. To seek further excitement, Sister Nan even gave me oral sex in her son's room, and then swallowed all of my semen
.
The memory of Sister Nan's house was certainly pleasant, so I took the opportunity to bring Sister Nan and her son to my house for two days and two nights
. We visited several scenic spots and took many photos. On the night before we left, Sister Nan's son probably sensed
the ambiguous relationship between me and his mother, and feeling depressed, he eventually got completely drunk. Perhaps because of the unfamiliar environment, Sister Nan first
had sex with me in the bathroom of a hotel, and then I took her to her room and had sex with her again next to her son
.
This experience of sleeping with someone else's mother in public made me particularly brave, and in the end, I filled Sister Nan's body with my semen. Nan Jie
had an IUD inserted a long time ago and even changed it last year, so I could ejaculate inside her without any worries when we were together. Her
only requirement for me was to pay attention to personal hygiene and to use condoms with other women.
However, there are always trade-offs. Nan Jie was angry the next morning because she felt I shouldn't have
humiliated her in front of her son. Although she also found it very exciting, with lots of vaginal lubrication and intense passion, she still felt
guilty in front of her son, feeling like she wasn't a good mother. If her son woke up midway, she would have completely
lost her dignity as a mother.
Nan Jie is definitely a virtuous wife and loving mother, an ordinary middle-aged housewife, and perhaps it's because of these qualities that
I'm so attached to her. Of course, I'm also sure Nan Jie is just temporarily embarrassed. For example, last time Nan
Jie and I went to the orange grove outside her son's university campus for some outdoor sex, Nan Jie was initially hesitant, but after we finished
, when I said we could come again next time, she still implicitly agreed. She insisted it had to be during her son's school holidays,
firstly because he wouldn't be at school, and secondly because there would be fewer students at school, minimizing the chance of being caught.
After two days of sightseeing, I had to drive Nan and her son home. Just like on the way there, I drove on the highway,
leaving the other sections to Nan's son. While Nan and I were driving, Nan was
only focused on chatting with her son or playing on her phone, giving me a cold shoulder. Nan's son didn't know
what the conflict between his mother and me was about, but he seemed happy to see us growing distant. Since Nan's son was ignoring me, I had to find someone to talk to. I first logged into my QQ account and 　　sent photos
to Nan's husband .
Nan's husband has already seen the photos of Nan and me at the scenic spot. I didn't keep two of the more explicit photos
either. In one, I'm hugging Nan's waist, my hand touching her breasts. In the other, Nan,
her son, and I are standing in a row, me and Nan's son on either side, Nan's son with his arms around Nan's neck,
while my hand is hidden behind her, secretly touching Nan's buttocks. Nan's husband had long encouraged Nan to swap wives, but eventually Nan
drifted apart from him. After meeting me, she poured all her affections into me. In the past year, I, her "younger husband," have slept with her
more times than her legal husband.
After uploading the scenic photos, I started uploading other photos of Nan. First, there was a photo of Nan dancing in a thermal undershirt, her face
blurred. Nan's husband didn't recognize her as his wife and asked who she was. I said, "This is an older
woman I slept with, about the same age as your wife. What do you think? Nice figure, right? Big breasts, fat ass, and a tight pussy. It's
quite enjoyable to fuck her." When Nan's husband heard me say that the woman in the photo was about the same age as his wife, he understood
. I just indirectly told him the truth: his wife had indeed been with me, and he was already cuckolded
.
Actually, I could sense some of Nan's husband's psychology. Since he was willing to try wife-swapping, he naturally had
a cuckold's complex. Therefore, he actually had a certain psychological tolerance for the fact that I had cuckolded him.
He didn't want me to be involved in his family life for long, and because I was close to his wife and son, he felt his
position as the head of the family was being challenged. Therefore, he was wary of me
, but due to his cuckoldry complex, he lacked the courage to completely break things off with me.
I understood his psychology, and naturally, I knew what to do. I continued messaging Nan's husband: "How about it?
I'll go fuck this slut with you, interested?" Nan's husband immediately got excited. Really? Would she agree
? Nan's husband had not only encouraged Nan to try wife-swapping but had also talked to her about threesomes, but Nan had refused.
"No problem, I'll do the work, she'll agree." I sent Nan's husband several photos of Nan in lingerie.
Nan was wearing various lingerie I bought, striking different seductive poses. One photo showed her in a black lace thong,
a small piece of fabric covering her full vulva, with black pubic hair peeking out, looking exceptionally lewd. Sister Nan
has a mole below her breasts, which further convinced her husband that the blurred photos were of his wife.
He was furious; they were sleeping in separate rooms, and she refused to let him into her bed. Having sex with his wife with me
was perhaps his only way to be intimate with her, but to have sex with his wife
required the consent of her lover—was there any justice in this world?
Were there any explicit photos? Naturally, Sister Nan's husband was worried I had nude photos of his wife. No, the lingerie photos were
the most revealing, and I blurred them. I had to protect her privacy, and I wouldn't post her photos
on forums. For some reason, Sister Nan's husband trusted me completely; perhaps it was because he
had met me that morning and knew a little about me. If I didn't fully trust Sister Nan, I wouldn't have
arranged for her and her son to visit my hometown and even had my mother have dinner with them.
Did her husband agree? Nan's husband was still pretending not to understand. Although he recognized Nan, he didn't
say anything. Perhaps the psychological humiliation gave him greater pleasure, or perhaps it was
to maintain his dignity. "It's okay, I've slept with this woman hundreds of times. Her vagina is full of
my semen. When her husband calls her, she even licks my penis." Nan's husband fell silent. Perhaps he was thinking that
when he called Nan, she was cheating on him with me. "
Then why is she willing to have sex with you?" Nan's husband asked, voicing his inner confusion. "Well, her husband is a bit fat,
his penis isn't good, not hard enough, doesn't last long, and is a bit short." My reply probably drove Nan's husband crazy .
What could be more humiliating than his wife telling his lover that his penis is no good? Nan's husband seemed unconvinced. "Then your penis
must be very big?"
I didn't say anything, but directly sent a picture of my genitals. I'm on the thin side and not very tall, but
my penis is indeed exceptionally well-endowed. Perhaps it's genetic; my dad, about 1.7 meters tall, still manages to
completely subdue his buddy's wife. Sister Nan herself admitted that my penis is bigger, longer, and harder than her husband's.
After seeing the photos, her husband immediately backed down.
After logging into my main QQ account, I logged into my alternate account and sent
two cuckold stories, "The Cheating Mother" and "Childhood Memories: The Desire-Driven Cheating Mother," to Sister Nan's son's email. There was also a friend request on my alternate account;
Sister Nan's son wanted to add me as a friend, and I accepted.
When I got to the highway, I used the restroom at a service area, turned on my phone, and found that Sister Nan's son had immediately added me on my alternate
account. He messaged me, "Brother, why did you send me those pictures?"
Back in my hometown, I sent Sister Nan's son a set of pictures of mature Chinese women in a 4P scene. "Do you like these pictures?" I
didn't answer directly. "I like it, my dick's been hard for ages."
"Besides photos, you also have a novel in your email. Take a look, and tell me your thoughts after you've finished.
I'll explain why later, but I won't hurt you." I've mentioned before that Sister Nan's son
has a mother complex. He's a freshman in college and still sleeps in the same bed as his mother, even though they have two blankets.
But two blankets at home? In a hotel, it's not like that, is it? On Sister Nan's last night at my hometown, I
booked a double room for them. Because he was drunk, my mom and Sister Nan carried him upstairs. Once in
the room, I helped Sister Nan undress her son until he was only wearing underwear.
After we finished, Sister Nan changed into her pajamas and went to bed without a bra.
Drunk people sober up quickly. When Sister Nan's son woke up and found his mother sleeping in the same bed with him, her
pajamas disheveled, and her bra on the bedside table, wouldn't he try anything with her? I don't believe it. He
's not some saint; at least he'd masturbate while looking at his mother's breasts.
If Nan's son has a mother complex, or even wants closer physical contact with his mother—not necessarily penetration,
but things like mutual caressing or oral sex—then okay, he can take his mother away from me. Because Nan
has no attachment to her husband, but she loves her son dearly. If he wants to end my casual sex
relationship with his mother, then he has to completely replace me.
If he doesn't dare to have incest with his mother, then he can only develop into a cuckold, helplessly watching me be
intimate with his mother. Husband cuckolds wife, son cuckolds mother—the whole family are cuckolds. So,
it's not impossible for me to have sex with Nan's mother in front of her son and husband. If I go that far, then I won't just be
a guest at Nan's house; I'll be a guest in her home, becoming the sole male head of Nan's household. And all of this will be Nan's son's
own choice.
After exiting the highway, Nan's son was driving. Nan was playing Happy Landlords on her iPhone, and I immediately
sat down next to her, my legs pressed against hers. Under the guise of instructing her on the game, I openly took
advantage of her. My left hand was on Nan's back, touching her buttocks, my middle finger hooking her butt crack.
Nan's face turned bright red; she didn't know I was so bold—her son was driving, and I dared to molest her from behind
.
Nan's son saw my actions through the rearview mirror, remaining silent, perhaps sulking. Maybe
because my attention was focused on Nan's buttocks, she was quickly eliminated. Nan pushed me
away, saying, "Move over a bit. With you teaching me, I'll lose even faster." My hand was already inside Nan's underwear...
My finger was almost inside Sister Nan's anus. Sister Nan and her husband had tried anal sex, but I wasn't very interested in backdoor sex,
so the area around Sister Nan's anus was a little dark; her chrysanthemum was actually quite pretty.
Seeing me sit down next to her, Sister Nan's son breathed a sigh of relief. "Brother, we're in the district, you can drive now, I'm a little tired."
Sister Nan's son was probably afraid I'd be inappropriate with his mother again? Kid, you're too naive. If you weren't in the car, your
mother would be sitting in the passenger seat, leaning on my lap, licking my penis—she'd be willing to do it. She's probably had countless instances of car sex. It's not that
she isn't promiscuous, she's just reserved in front of her son.
Once we entered the district, it was quick to get to Sister Nan's house; we arrived around noon. Sister Nan's husband hadn't gone out to work;
he was waiting at home for Sister Nan to come back. He was probably afraid his wife would run off with me.
When we got home, Nan's husband looked at me with a complicated expression. He asked Nan to prepare lunch, saying he wanted me to stay for dinner
to thank me for taking care of his wife, and so on. Nan's son was unhappy, feeling his father was inviting trouble. I, however,
didn't care how sincere Nan's husband was and readily agreed. Nan's husband hadn't expected me to be so impolite
, taking his wife out for two days and then expecting him to treat me to dinner as a thank you. Thank you for what? Thank you for having sex with
his wife, thank you for making her vagina loose, for biting her nipples black, for
rubbing her ass bigger? Nan's husband had no choice but to have his son buy a case of Snow Beer and some beef and pig's ears from the village deli,
planning to have a good drink with me.
There were five of us at lunch: Nan's mother-in-law, Nan, her husband, her son, and me—their whole family and me, the
outsider. The old lady, who disliked the heat, finished eating first and went to the small room at the back of the house on the first floor to listen to opera. Nan's husband pulled me
into a drinking session, and even opened a bottle for his son, asking him to toast me and call me "Uncle." His son was reluctant.
Nan's husband slapped his son on the head, saying, "He calls your mom 'Sister,' and me 'Big Brother,' so what are you going to call him if not 'Uncle
'? Call him 'Brother,' then aren't you my generation?" Only then did Nan's son reluctantly call me "Uncle." I downed my drink in one gulp. Looking at
Nan's son, I thought, "After all, I'm the man who slept with your mother; calling me 'Uncle' is only fair."
Actually, I understood Nan's son's dilemma, much like my mother's mahjong partner, Uncle Qin. We've always had
a good relationship, even playing basketball together. He's not even thirty, and I was in high school
then, so calling him "Uncle" was also reluctant. Ever since I saw him touching my mother's butt in the store, I haven't given Uncle Qin a friendly look. I don't want to call him "Uncle," not even "Brother."
My mother always says I'm impolite and don't like to greet people.
Nan's son saw me touching his mother's butt in the car, and she didn't resist. How could he possibly call
me "uncle"? Besides, I look young, not much older than him. Nan's son, still
angry after offering a toast, went back to his room to play on the computer. Nan's husband kept urging me to drink, but Nan advised me to drink less, saying she wanted to drive home
. Her husband waved his hand, "Go home? What's the point? If you're drunk, just stay one night and go home tomorrow." Nan,
scolded by her husband, stopped talking and went back to the kitchen to clean the dishes. She was inwardly cursing her husband for being stupid.
Last time I visited, my son was home, and I slept with her. When she came to my house for a trip, my son slept next to me, and I still dared to
have sex with her. She knew my audacity all too well. She was addicted to this kind of intense sex and
didn't want her family to find out. Letting me stay overnight? That would be like throwing a lamb to the slaughter. My husband, son, and mother-in-law were all home?
No problem, maybe I'd even find it more exciting. Nan was both scared and looking forward to the night.
I have to admit, I was quite drunk. Nan's husband and Nan helped me upstairs to rest. Walking up the stairs
, I noticed changes in Nan's house. Wooden handrails had been installed along the steps, and
a door had been installed between the second-floor hall and the stairwell. If locked, no one could come up from the first floor. Perhaps this was
the result of Nan's husband's actions these past few days. But this door was perfect for Nan and me to have an affair. If I closed the door upstairs,
no one would see me having sex with her in the bedroom, no matter how hard I tried.
Nan arranged for me to sleep in her son's room. Her husband said he was going to make some tea to sober up and went downstairs first,
leaving Nan alone with me in the room. "Alright, stop pretending. I know your drinking capacity. If you want to stay the night
, just say so. Don't pretend to be drunk." It's true, we've known each other for three years; Nan knows my drinking capacity. How could she not know
what I was thinking? I sat up and pulled Nan into my arms, my left hand instinctively squeezing her breast. Nan
placed her hand on my inner thigh. "My husband and son are both home today, and my mother-in-law is here too. How dare you even think about
it?"
"It's alright. Let your son and husband sleep in the downstairs bedroom, and your mother-in-law is downstairs. We'll each have a room upstairs.
You can come over after they're asleep." I suggested.
"How could that be? My husband usually sleeps in the master bedroom downstairs, my son sleeps in your room, and I sleep in the other big
room upstairs. Of course, you can sleep upstairs, but my husband will definitely sleep in the big room upstairs with me. If he leaves us upstairs
, even a fool would know we'll be having an affair at night." Nan touched my inner thigh, feeling my erection, and
pressed it twice. "What are you thinking about all day?"
"You're lying to me again? Didn't you say you were sleeping in the same bed with your son on your vacation?" Nan's son's bed was only 1.5 meters wide,
just right for two people.
"Yes, it started when my husband found out I'd rather sleep with our son than with him, so he
started sleeping downstairs by himself. I moved to the bigger room next door; after all, my son's an adult now, and
it's not good to always sleep together." Sister Nan's hand deftly touched my penis. When we were together, even when we weren't having sex, Sister Nan liked to touch
my penis—perhaps it was a kind of male genital totem worship.
"What? You two use two blankets, what's wrong with that? Oh, I know, you saw your son
's penis?" I immediately became curious. Among my mature female sex partners, Sister Nan was somewhat like my mother—she doted on her son
but didn't have the traditional concept of sons avoiding their mothers. Sometimes when I was online in my room, my mother would change her top directly, only
letting me out after taking off her bra. If I was engrossed in playing on the computer, she wouldn't hide it from me when she changed her underwear, since I wasn't paying attention to
her anyway. As for my mom, seeing her breasts wasn't a big deal, as long as I didn't see her vagina, it was fine. She once showered
and only wore her underwear, asking me to apply baby powder for her. Of course, when my dad was home, she was more careful.
"What kind of dick is that? That sounds awful. I woke up this morning, and he rolled up the blanket to one side, lay on his side, and that
thing got hard." Sister Nan and I are very open with each other, and she wasn't embarrassed at all about her son's morning erections.

"Oh, is it big?" I asked curiously 　　. It's so interesting to discuss the size of a woman's son's penis
. "It's alright, a bit bigger than my husband's, smaller than yours, but not bad. He has quite a lot of pubic hair. I
was initially worried that my son's penis wasn't fully developed." Sister Nan was a little embarrassed at first, but then became quite frank
.
"Not worried now? Let me tell you, your son has already slept with women, with your 90s-born female colleague,
Xiao Huang. The other day they drove out, I noticed their 'crime' in the car. Besides, if he
really can't manage, he can learn from his dad and ask me for help, to sleep with his wife." I joked.
"Go to hell! It's not enough to just fuck his mother, you want to fuck his wife too? You think you can
have your cake and eat it too? My mother-in-law is downstairs, if you can convince her, I'd be willing to serve you with her,
a threesome!"
"Go to hell! Even if I'm a beast, I wouldn't harm a sixty-year-old woman!" After chatting with Sister Nan for a while,
her husband brought up a strong cup of tea. After drinking it, I sobered up considerably. Sister Nan and her husband went downstairs, seemingly
still arguing. I opened my phone; Sister Nan's son messaged my QQ account, "I've read
the novel you sent me. These authors are so strange. Why do they find it exciting to see someone fucking their mother? I feel
so humiliated and pained. I was even forced by my dad to call that bastard 'uncle'."
"Your dad probably doesn't understand the situation," I quickly comforted Sister Nan's son.
"No, he knows. I saw websites like 'Happiness Village' in my browser history when I was online.
Maybe my dad wanted to do wife-swapping with that bastard, but he doesn't have a wife! His wife!"
I was shocked. Nan's husband was on wife-swapping websites, and Nan's son knew about it too? Kids these days are something else; having a
child who's an expert on the internet is a disaster.
"Don't overthink it," I continued to comfort the young man. If his psychological issues weren't resolved, he might develop
psychological trauma, and it would affect his views on love and marriage.
"His mother is quite well-maintained. When she helped me into the room, I took the opportunity to touch her breasts.
She's almost fifty, but her breasts haven't sagged much; they're quite large, and importantly, she wasn't wearing a bra. He
touched my mother's butt in front of me when we were taking pictures at the scenic spot, and he touched her butt when I was teaching her a game in the back of the car. I touched his mother's
breasts once, so we're even!" I was completely shocked now. Nan's son saw me touching Nan's
butt when we were taking pictures? When my mom and Sister Nan helped him into the elevator, he was still conscious and even touched my mom's breasts? No,
he might not have let go at all. My mom thought he was drunk, so she didn't make a fuss.
I'm actually also upset with my mom. Even though it's hot, and we're not at home, she was out eating wearing a pink
short-sleeved shirt. The shirt wasn't see-through, but if she lowered her head and raised her hand, people could still clearly see
her large breasts.
Not only was she exposed, but Sister Nan's son also took advantage of her. I couldn't sit still anymore. I had to go back. Although I watched the whole time,
and Sister Nan and my mom seemed to get along well, they didn't exchange breasts. I had to make sure my mom didn't
get Sister Nan's son's QQ number or WeChat ID, cut off all contact between them, and nip any potential problems in the bud.
Of course, I enjoyed having sex with Sister Nan, but my mom was extremely unhappy about it. My mom had also dated a younger
man named Uncle Qin, and she's not exactly a virtuous woman. If Sister Nan's son pulled some tricks, I'd be cuckolded.
I quickly drove back, ignoring Sister Nan's husband's enthusiastic pleas for me to stay. Sister Nan breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried about
where she'd sleep that night. Her husband, feeling disappointed, felt a little more relaxed, perhaps still thinking about a threesome between us
. Only Sister Nan's son was truly happy, wishing I'd leave.
While driving, I wondered, since Sister Nan's son was conscious before entering the elevator,
did he know I was having sex with his mother in the bathroom? Did he know I was having sex with his mother next to his bed? I could only
find out through my alternate QQ account, including whether he knew about my mom's affair. After I put out the fire in my own backyard, I'll still visit
Sister Nan's house. Next time I come, I'll sleep in the same bed with Sister Nan openly. Yes, I'm sure
of it…

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