[The Wife-Swapping Adventure] [Complete]

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

Shanshan was a blonde foreign woman, fiery and passionate, with a great figure and stunning beauty. We hit it off immediately. I bought her a beer, and she launched into a long, drawn-out story about her sexual history, implying that she was a very promiscuous woman and that I should sleep with her if I wanted.

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

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

It turns out there really is a "wife-swapping club." Joining isn't easy; you need an introduction from an acquaintance, and the membership fee is quite expensive. However, all the fees are used to create an atmosphere and entertainment for members, so it's quite worthwhile. Actually, I find it hard to accept. Playing with other people's wives is fine! But giving your own wife away to someone else is like putting a green hat on your own head... However, after a few rounds and enjoying a few decent women, from slender to plump, I found it quite appealing and gradually accepted this adult game.

I pulled my dad aside and asked him why he came aboard. He said, "Son, I'm not afraid to tell you our family affairs. Your dad needs to save his life." I asked, "Save what life?" My dad said his marriage was in trouble, and my mom kept complaining about his lack of virility and wanted a divorce. They had seen a sex therapist, who suggested they try this. So, could it be that the two of them came aboard to participate in wife-swapping? Dad said, "Are you here to gamble? If you were, you wouldn't have brought your mom!"

Is that even allowed?

I glanced over at Mom; she was incredibly slutty, completely ignoring Dad. She started flirting and behaving provocatively whenever she saw a man. Ugh, I couldn't bear to watch. I couldn't believe Mom was such a wanton woman, so I immediately told Shanshan. That slut exclaimed "Excelent!" meaning it was perfect! She even suggested swapping partners with Dad for a night to see if he could revive. She claimed she could even revive Dad's "dead gun."

Sleeping with Dad? That's incest! Hey, she really beat me.

At dinner, I didn't want to sit at the same table as my parents, but the president said to me, "You're Chinese, why don't you sit with these new members? You both speak Mandarin, so you can introduce our association." Of course, the president didn't know our relationship. My mom's English is terrible; her conversation with Shanshan was completely nonsensical, and the more she spoke, the further she went off-topic. Shanshan had learned a few broken Cantonese phrases, and listening to her was utterly daunting.

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

dad said he didn't know my wife and I were members, otherwise he wouldn't have needed to ask around for introductions. He asked how long I'd been a member. I said I joined as soon as I returned to Hong Kong. He asked if I thought my wife was too old for me and was looking for younger women. I said, "Quite the opposite, my wife wants to change things up now and then, and I'm just keeping her company."

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

Don't say you weren't nervous. Having played wife-swapping so many times, this was the most worrying because my parents were there. If we weren't careful, either of us would end up with the other's wife. It wasn't that I disliked my mother's age; I'd been with many older women before. Those who came out to play were usually quite skilled in bed, and making love with them was incredibly pleasurable. But what if I were to coincidentally draw the key to sleep with my own mother? Wouldn't that be absurd?

How could I possibly do it?

The chairman announced the rules: everyone had to follow the organizers' arrangements, draw lots, and accept whatever they drew. No swapping was allowed unless you drew your own wife. The chairman, thinking himself witty, added, "Remember, no exchanging keys. Even if you draw your own mother, you have to accept it." Everyone laughed, but I couldn't laugh. I glanced at my dad; he laughed when everyone else laughed. I wondered if he understood what the chairman was saying. Had he considered what would happen if his son drew his wife's number?

Trembling with anxiety, I took the key and checked the room number, constantly chanting Buddhist prayers, begging the Bodhisattva to protect me from incest. If I opened the door and saw my mother inside, it would be incredibly embarrassing, because anything can happen in this world.

Guess what I was thinking as my hands trembled as I opened the door, finding a naked woman sitting on the bed? I hoped nothing bad would happen, or I'd be in deep trouble. But the worst part was… the naked woman's face was turned away, the room was dark, and I couldn't see her clearly, only that her buttocks were full and I could vaguely make out her prominent breasts. Even

my first time trying to swap wives hadn't made me this nervous. What should I do? Should I ask her name first? Verify her identity before getting into bed? "Sorry, there's no such rule in wife swapping. The most captivating aspect of wife swapping is the mystery. It's incredibly impolite to know there's a naked woman lying in bed waiting for you, then open the door and hesitate at the doorway, unsure whether to go in."

I told myself, "It can't be that coincidental, can it? With so many women, it's not like I'm the only one swapping with my own mother. It's like winning the lottery and missing out on the prize." I was sweating profusely, but my penis was uncontrollably erect, as hard and thick as a large cedar branch. I couldn't leave. Backing out at the last minute would be humiliating; I'd be a laughingstock. Besides, standing someone up violates the rules; I'd be expelled from the group, and my wife would definitely divorce me. I had no choice but to steel myself, step into the room, bolt the door, and approach my sexual partner for the night, to greet her…

I lowered my voice, as if afraid of being recognized, and whispered “Huh?” twice. The naked woman on the bed lowered her head, silent. What was she doing? Was she really shy? Or was she really my mother, scaring me? What if it really was her? My heart was pounding like a drum—up and down. Her silence only made me more helpless.

However, I've seen some women act cool, impossible to get them to open up, remaining silent even after sex; others are incessantly gossipy, which is even worse. It's not like I'll be with her forever, I don't need to confide in her, yet she insists on making me open up. Sigh! I'm afraid of women who talk too much, and I don't know what she's thinking if she's silent.

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

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

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

She casually tossed her hair, tossed her head from side to side, and then turned half her body towards me, letting me see her breasts bouncing up and down. They seemed quite large, but whether they were firm enough, I'd have to hold them to know. In short, she was deliberately showing off her assets, letting you see that she was well-endowed, not like someone in a high-rise building or a flat-chested area.

Furthermore, her hair wasn't styled in a bun, but rather loosely draped over her shoulders, making her appear both languid and alluring. This calmed me down a bit, because my mother, who was at least in her forties and not yet fifty, certainly didn't have a figure as good as hers, nor such firm breasts.

I felt embarrassed; having been in her room for so long, I'd been so focused on her body that I'd forgotten to even take off my own clothes. I hurriedly stripped off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. There was no need to rush taking off my pants; if I realized anything was amiss, I could easily slip away. It's called "seeing one thing and doing another."

Wow, the closer I got to her, the faster my heart pounded. Climbing onto the bed and sitting beside her, I felt like she was a ticking time bomb—I dared not touch her, dared not hug her, like a mouse trying to pull a turtle, completely at a loss. To my surprise, she suddenly buried her head in my chest, her soft hair and flushed face pressed against my skin, our bodies pressed tightly together, stimulating my blood to boil. Her initiative in breaking the ice immediately escalated the atmosphere of lust.

At this point, I had cast aside all restraint, closing my eyes. Whoever she was, I'd go for it—why not? I seized the opportunity to embrace her waist and kiss her. This intimate contact felt like holding a warm, soft body in my arms. Her waist was incredibly slender, and she didn't have the typical middle-aged woman's belly. Without a word, my other hand immediately grasped her breast, kneading and rubbing it. Wow, fantastic! It felt wonderful, incredibly elastic. Her skin was even smoother than my wife, Shanshan's—truly a sexy stunner. www.6pbrk. Damn

it, she seemed like she hadn't been with a man in ages, her lust was even greater than mine. Without a second thought, regardless of the fact that we'd never met before, she scrambled up and wrapped her arms around my neck, tilting her head back and craning her neck for a kiss. The moment my lips touched hers, she sucked on my tongue, even drawing my saliva into her mouth.

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

the kiss. After a while, she slipped her hand inside my underwear and started teasing my penis. The already erect shaft swelled even harder and thicker after a few strokes, throbbing inside my pants like a baton. Still not satisfied, she pulled it out and played with it to her heart's content.

Of course, I wasn't going to give up. With my penis in someone's hand, being played with at will, how could I be a real man if I didn't conquer a few parts of her body? So, I went back to my old ways, groping her body, touching her back, her thighs, even probing her vulva between her legs, rubbing her breasts, digging into her vagina, and even poking her anus with my fingers. Hearing her lewd giggles, her seductive manner like a lure in a trap, I understood. Her silence earlier was just an act of innocence; deep down,

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

It meant it was time to have sex!

I pressed my advantage, turning and pinning her beneath me, rendering her immobile. I took her two papaya-like nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking them like a child eating candy. Wow! Absolutely exquisite; her nipples were harder than glass marbles. I sucked on her breasts and nipples with relish, while also caressing her thighs and exploring her vulva. Even without licking, her pubic hair was already wet and slippery, her inner thighs soaked with her juices—what a slut!

After being fondled for a while, she blushed and became hot, tossing and turning, moaning and groaning until I was completely aroused. I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled down my underwear, positioned myself, and was about to thrust into her when she suddenly started playing games, pushing me away and wrestling me down beneath her. When she spread her legs and brought her vulva to my lips, I realized—was she trying to do 69? Of course, I was happy to oblige!

She stuck her butt out, straddled me, and took my penis in her mouth, like the song "Shouting a Big Cigar" in Cantonese pop songs. She would suck on the glans one moment and then on the shaft the next. Needless to say, with her handling it like that, my penis was bound to become a giant spear!

And then, she sucked and licked my penis like a puppy chewing on a bone, so excited that she twisted her buttocks back and forth, making it almost impossible for me to control myself. She was opening and closing her thighs, revealing her fresh, delicious vulva clearly, with juices dripping from it.

I stretched out my long, thick tongue, wanting to lick it, but her buttocks kept moving up and down, sometimes lowering, sometimes raising, and even with my tongue exhausted, I couldn't reach it. Unexpectedly, after understanding my intentions, she automatically delivered herself to my door, her plump buttocks lowering themselves to just above my nose. So I stretched my neck and…

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

I stretched my tongue out as far as possible, freely teasing the two labia of her abalone, while the fishy, pungent smell from between her thighs constantly filled my nostrils. The abalone sauce actually tasted quite fishy in my mouth. That's why there's the saying “your mother's stinky cunt”—it's like you have to accept the consequences of your actions. Who told you to “fuck your mother’s cunt”? Don't complain about the fishy smell.

Her actions quickly aroused me. Abalone is delicious, but nothing compares to the pleasure of inserting my penis and pounding around inside. Even an idiot would know what to do at this moment. I sucked hard on her vulva, draining all the juices inside. She went limp and collapsed onto my stomach. This was exactly what I wanted; even if I deliberately tried to position myself, I couldn't get this perfect!

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

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

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

Her moans were so seductive, so wanton.

We were entwined, our lower bodies colliding repeatedly, her buttocks swaying back and forth, her juices flowing freely, her sweat glistening. Our four thighs were glued together like lacquer, impossible to separate.

I can't remember how long we fucked like that, I only remember that before my legs gave way (kneeling on the bed doing doggy style for so long was really tiring), I slammed into her with a powerful thrust. I'm so proud of that thrust, it's practically my masterpiece. Just hearing that woman's almost hoarse screams, I'm sure you can imagine it without me saying anything more.

Thinking I had satisfied this woman, she went limp and lay down next to me, clinging to me tightly, her four thighs wet and covered in her fluids, as if glued together. Swapping wives with this beauty was definitely worth the price of admission. What delighted me most was that she initially seemed like a shy, resentful woman, but under my relentless thrusting, she transformed into an incredibly wanton slut.

She seemed unsatisfied, and with a dazed look, she brought her lips close, wanting another passionate kiss. I took the opportunity to brush aside the hair obscuring her face and get a better look at her. This woman was fiery and passionate during sex, but I wondered if she was beautiful? She didn't need to be a stunning beauty; as long as she wasn't ugly, I'd be satisfied.

Dawn was breaking, and as I parted her hair, my eyes widened in surprise. When I clearly saw who the beautiful woman I'd spent the night with was, my eyes practically bulged out…

It was like a scene from a Cantonese movie, a tragic family drama. And sure enough, I'd bet big—it was definitely my mother! How could I possibly kiss her? I wanted nothing more than to disappear from her sight!

I hurriedly grabbed my underwear and pulled it on to cover myself, stammering, "Mom! It's you?" But that question was pointless. I'd already seen every inch of her body, and now she was lying naked on the bed, the answer right before my eyes.

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

My mother and I have done something incredibly foolish. Forget about cleaning up the mess, we have nowhere to hide. My little brother, oblivious to the danger, is erect again, peeking out from the edge of my underwear. My mother is still completely naked, all her body exposed before me. I can cover her breasts, but I can see her genitals. She just keeps crying and sobbing, driving me crazy. It's all my fault, my wife shouldn't have brought me to this wife-swapping game; I've ended up in this mess.

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

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

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

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

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

Seeing me pounding myself so hard, easily causing internal injuries, Mom was naturally distressed. She grabbed my hand to stop me from hitting myself and said, "Son, it's not entirely your fault. Ultimately, it's all your good-for-nothing father's fault. He's always out there flirting with other women, leaving me alone at home, only coming home when he's old and exhausted. That's how this scandal happened. Sigh! Fate, fate."

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

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

I declared that I wouldn't dare say it without her getting angry. She agreed, but told me not to take advantage of her. So I spilled all my thoughts about her figure. After listening, she said, "So you think so too.

I know my appearance isn't attractive to men, I look like a typical old lady, otherwise I wouldn't have spent tens of thousands on body sculpting and even had a facelift, don't you think?"

Mom looked up, brushed her hair aside, and turned her face to show me the scar behind her ear. No wonder, this morning all her makeup was gone after last night's ordeal, yet she still looked so radiant. It turns out she'd had plastic surgery. She said she went to Japan and spent hundreds of thousands in total.

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

"But these..." I didn't dare point at my mother's breasts, but she had stopped crying and was looking at me. Seeing my wide eyes and questioning gaze at her chest, she immediately retorted,

"You grew up drinking your mother's milk, don't you know this is real? I absolutely didn't fake it.

Didn't you squeeze and knead my breasts hard last night? You touched them, didn't you feel anything was off? I don't believe you can't tell the difference between real and fake. You can feel the difference when you touch a fake one; there's a chemical substance implanted inside, and it feels different to the touch! Also, if it's fake breasts, there will be a scar under the armpit. Do you see one here?"

I was still not quite convinced, but seeing my suspicious look, my mother grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest, wanting me to verify. I already didn't dare look directly at her breasts, let alone touch them. My mom, thinking I couldn't touch her, immediately sprawled out on the bed, still naked, displaying a bold and uninhibited attitude, seemingly unconcerned about showing her son her whole body in broad daylight. What was wrong with my mom? Was she so aroused she became infatuated?

I really didn't have the courage to stare at my naked mother, but since she wasn't shy about it, I figured I might as well look; at worst, I'd get eye sores!

My mom's skin was dazzlingly white, with virtually no wrinkles. From the front, every part of her body was perfectly proportioned, quite a sight to behold. Even lying down, her breasts remained perfectly straight, not splayed out, and looked firm, unlike some women whose breasts flatten out when they lie down; her waist was still slender, her belly wasn't folded, and her navel was clean.

As for her pubic hair, it wasn't thick, but it was neatly arranged, clearly carefully trimmed. Her thighs weren't together, deliberately spread open so I could see everything. Her vulva looked excellent, both fresh and plump, reminding me of its pungent smell and the feeling of penetrating it. Unfortunately, those memories are just that—memories. Liquid was slowly seeping from her vulva, flowing down to her buttocks—the result of our night's passion. Seeing it made me shudder, feeling incredibly guilty towards my mother.

My mother raised her arms behind her head, a gesture that not only accentuated her breasts but also implied that I could touch them. No way! How could I disregard respect and age and touch my mother there?! My heart pounded again, and my penis, even harder and more erect than last night, soaked the front of my underwear with its secretions. To have such a reaction to my own mother made me feel incredibly awkward.

Thinking back to last night when I was playing with my mom's breasts, I thought she was the only one there, so I figured I shouldn't waste the opportunity and had a lot of fun. But now it's different. It's awkward. Not touching them seems disrespectful, but my hands are trembling uncontrollably, and I can't bring myself to do it.

My mom asked me, "Why aren't you coming yet?" I told her, "How can I dare to move when you're watching like this?" Hearing me say that, she immediately closed her eyes, and I felt bolder, finally daring to grab them.

First, I pinched her nipples; they were hard and gave me a very solid, explosive feeling. Then I touched her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. The two mounds of flesh were smooth and elastic. I squeezed them harder, and the two breasts bounced in my hands. I could roll and flatten them without feeling anything inside.

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

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

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

Mom, quick as a flash, turned around and showed me her butt. Her butt was as white as her back, two full, round mounds of flesh. A woman's butt is sexy when it's big. Mom taught me that you should marry a woman with a big butt, because she'll be good at conceiving. Mom herself is the model; she often attracts admiring glances on the street.

As I looked, I couldn't resist patting Mom's butt twice. The pats were loud, but the muscles weren't loose at all; they were still very elastic. After spending so much time working out, to achieve this, what more could a man ask for? I was speechless. I was satisfied!

Anyway, with Mom's body all exposed now, I can't help but glance at her a few more times. If I don't look now, I might never have the chance again. Taking advantage of Mom like this is ridiculously filial! Mom's skin is smooth to the touch, her breasts are the perfect size, and her buttocks are plump and firm, surpassing Shanshan's. Not only are they beautiful in shape, but their quality is also slightly better.

When Western women are young, their skin is fair and rosy, something Chinese women can't match, but Chinese women age much slower. I was fooled by Shanshan's instant charm, thinking that all blondes and blue-eyed women were beautiful. I was captivated by her before I could see clearly, and only after we got married did I slowly see the truth: her skin was rough, and her face was covered with age spots. Although Mom's natural endowments aren't as abundant as Shanshan's, Shanshan can't compare to her in terms of maintenance.

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

My criticism of Mom like this is truly beyond the norm, but the beautiful memories must be preserved. I've started idolizing Mom, admiring her alluring body and her style in bed.

As I drooled and stroked my mom's thigh, I muttered to myself, "Mom, you have such a great figure, it's killing me!" But even my whispered words were overheard by my mom. She turned around and yelled fiercely, "Am I not a victim? You stinking men, all you think about is how to play around with women outside, completely ignoring your wives at home. Aren't wives human beings? Don't they have needs?"

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's not that you're wrong, I'm just saying I lacked self-control and couldn't resist the temptation of your devilish figure. We're all victims. Times have changed. It's not just men who like to go to prostitutes; women also like to try new things. I was too playful, flirting everywhere. I thought I'd struck gold with a foreign girl, but it turns out she's even more lustful than me. She wanted me to go with her to do wife-swapping, and I was forced to come with my wife. Karma's coming back! Swapping wives with my mom, everything's in chaos, I don't know how to explain this to Dad."

"Why should I explain to him? Don't be upset, isn't this great! I'm too lazy to deal with that old geezer anymore. He's completely drained. He's tried everything—three-whip wine, Viagra, Indian aphrodisiac oil—but nothing works. I've figured it out. I'm going to get over this and divorce him. He just doesn't want to, afraid that getting a divorce at his age will make him a laughingstock. If you don't laugh, I'll be honest. I was so horny I almost went to Shenzhen with a group of wives to hire male prostitutes! Last night was the first time in my life someone had been so good to me. I felt like I was in heaven. I didn't know it was you then. If you wanted me to elope with you, I would have said yes immediately."

At this point, Mom seemed to be overwhelmed with emotion and started crying again on the bed. Her crying made me flustered. I wanted to tell Mom to stop crying, but she was crying so much that I was completely lost and didn't know what to do. My

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

I asked, "Know what to do?"

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

I didn't understand what she meant, and she cried even louder. I found the bra and panties that my mom had taken off last night and put them on her, thinking I could cheer her up. But she didn't appreciate it and threw them on the ground, refusing to wear them.

Since she wouldn't put her clothes back on, I was at a loss. Should I just put them on myself and leave her alone?

Finally, I pretended to be careful and whispered in her ear, "Mom, please stop crying. I was wrong last night, I'm sorry. Please don't be angry with me, okay?"

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

You mean..."

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

I had no reason not to understand, but in front of my mom, I wouldn't dare to think that way even if I had the guts. Thinking too much about it would ruin my brain. I said to my mom, "So you're not mad at me anymore?" She nodded.

I pressed my advantage and asked, "So, you also want to…" I didn't dare say the rest; it sounded so creepy. Then it was

her turn to ask me back, "Say it, what do you want?" I said I didn't have the guts to continue. She said, "You're bullying me! You're so hesitant; are you taking advantage of your mother because she's young and doesn't understand?"
听到老妈这样说，我就揽住她的腰，将她整个人搂在怀里，准备亲到够本为止。她说：「你亲得人家好舒服，趁我俩还未穿回衣服，又热了身，不如……」

说到这里，老妈嘟起个小嘴，等我去吻她。

我没有听错吧，老妈说什麽？她想干嘛？我个心都几乎被吓到从嘴里跳了出来。她提醒了我，我们两人由昨晚到今早，一直都光脱脱的待在床上面，摸乳抠穴老妈都任我胡作非为，不怕被我占便宜，为何这一刻我还会这麽害怕？只因为她是我母亲？

如果是陌生人，没有血缘关系就无相干，但跟老妈上床我仍有点不习惯。看见老妈这麽风骚，发春般的摊在床上等人去亲她，只因为她是我妈妈，我就要打退堂鼓？

不管那麽多了，老妈说过，她也是人，是有感情的。难道我又不是人，没感觉的麽？试问，昨晚的事情又如何解释？除了她是我妈妈之外，其实与别的女人并没有什麽分别，就因为这个理由而令我不能亲她麽？没事吧？没事就上啦！大不了当她是第二个女人就没顾虑了。色从胆边生，我一于闭起双眼，亲了再算，又不是未交过手，现在就算打雷都劈不开我们了！

一趴到老妈身上，两胸相贴，她就肉紧地用力搂着我，把小嘴自动送过来，你亲我、我亲你，跟我像连体婴那样难解难分。她起初用手轻轻扫抚着我后背，没多久就比我还要性急，主动伸手进我的内裤里掏我支高射炮。哗！她一触手就知道这趟寻到宝了，因为炮口高举朝天，已经进入备战状态。

她三扒两拨帮我除下那条碍手碍脚的内裤，马上用温柔的玉手握住我的炮身上下套捋。老实说，鸡巴现在被老妈搞到硬如铁棍、青筋怒凸、霍霍有声，已经是箭在弦上，不得不发了，要是她突然临阵退缩，不肯跟我打炮，搞到我欲罢不能，我操你娘，找不到女人，就算见到只母猪也要当作老婆来应急了。

老妈咬住我的耳垂，细细声、嗲声嗲气地对我说︰「让我玩一下你的小鸡鸡好不好？」

就在这时，我们正准备梅开二度，突然有人来敲门，大声叫道︰「老婆，是我呀！你在房里面吗？」

后记

不用想也知道，拍门那个一定是我老爹啦！大家玩了整晚，都各归各位，只有他回到房间却不得其门而入，门上挂着的那个「请勿骚扰」牌子还未除下。

我望住老妈，向她打个眼色，问她这时该怎麽办？刚才我正抱着老妈在床上翻来覆去，两人已经性致高昂，况且我底下那支大炮已经插入老妈的鲍鱼里面，正做着掌上压，做到我乐不可支。我死命地插，插到老妈摇头晃脑，叫床声喊得如天价响……老头子站在门口，就算是聋子都听得见啦！

老妈见我不敢再动，立即用两只脚兜到我屁股后面夹紧我，将我死锁，慌怕我这时把鸡巴拔出来。老妈子不肯放人，我又如何能抽身而退？

老妈收缩阴道紧紧夹住我的鸡巴，叫我继续干，不用理睬老爸，由得他在门口等一会。我说：「爸爸站在门口拍着门，我很难做耶！」于是老妈就不耐烦地响应他，叫他在外面再多逛一会才回来，她正在打炮，等她完事后才让他进来好不好？真是服了我老妈喽，这些话都能向老公说得出口！

老妈说：「老公又怎麽样？就算他是皇帝也没得商量！」不过，对老妈这句话我倒颇有感触，自己的老婆珊珊，她在与别的男人打炮时也会记得起老公吗？

你猜我老爸知不知道是哪个男人在他房里正跟他老婆打炮？他还未老到有老人痴呆症，一定知道的，说不知就是在装傻扮懵！找遍了整条船，只找到珊珊，却找不到我，你说我能去得了哪里？

说回头，整件事是这样的：老爸昨晚没那麽巧抽到我房间的钥匙，不过，回自己房拍门前真的有找过我，结果找到珊珊，老爸没性伴，结果两人也……

唉！牙齿打落往肚里吞。自己老婆是什麽人，我心知肚明，既然出来玩，早已作好心理准备，内心不舒服也没有办法。两父子各自操穴，他操我老婆时，我也操回他老婆。他怎麽操我不知道，我就操到船只快泊岸，要离船了老妈才肯放我走，赶不及找回自己带来的伴侣，上了岸才再互相调换。看见老爸的样子，好像没什麽表情。

珊珊曾经很大口气地说过，公公即使是条咸鱼，她都有本事搞到他变海鲜，等我向她探探口风，看他俩后来结果如何？珊珊摇摇头，坦承无法起死回生。据珊珊透露，老爸可能是过不了自己的心理关口，她什麽秘技招数都使出过了，仍然没办法令公公的死蛇变蛟龙。

人比人，比死人，我们两母子可就炮声连天，船只都泊到码头了仍未舍得打烊，好像一对相逢恨晚的痴男怨妇，一炮打完再来一炮。老妈还贪婪过珊珊，将我搾干至滴水全无，吮干舔净条鸡巴才放人，搞到我腰酸酸、脚软软，连走路都差不多要珊珊搀扶。

老妈她更惨，捂住自己那只鲍鱼，说被我操到又肿又痛，几乎痛到要喊救命这麽夸张，她一拐一拐地走出房门，还一边说，从未试过打炮打得这麽爽，即使痛死也甘心。

老爸昨晚到底真相如何？他不说真的没人知晓。会规不准男宾事后到处唱，吹牛就随便你，说自已怎麽厉害都行，但是不准说哪个女人正点、哪个不够正，亦不准女宾透露哪个客兄床上功架如何。换妻玩的是雾水情缘，老爸混水摸鱼捞不捞到油水？是他的彩数。玩完一晚，第二天再见亦是朋友，昨晚风景好不好，大家心照就算。这些是换妻会的基本社交礼仪。

眨眼又过了几个月，珊珊见老妈穿着条阔裙兼腰粗体胖，对我说，看婆婆的体态似乎有了身孕。不是吧？我还跟老妈说笑，问她最近是否没再去做纤体操？

她说：「操你个死人头！我现在正是人说的那种「不知羞，怀孕怀到四十九」，连你都来取笑我。」

老妈有喜？这就大件事了！我回想一下，记起那天早上跟她嘿啾时，只顾着埋头苦干，以为老妈是熟人就不用这麽拘礼，长驱直入连套都没戴，犯了换妻会会规第一条，很有可能是我播下的种。以后记住了，跟多麽熟的人去？车都一定要佩戴安全带，不然就会搞出人命来！

我问老妈是哪一个经手的？她说，怎麽我忽然对她这麽孝顺？是的，我知错了，对妈妈我一向都疏于照顾，想她帮我泄欲时，就说我很疼她，之后就去如黄鹤。于是我把过失推给珊珊，说都怪她性欲旺盛，搞到我一天到晚疲于奔命，连抽点时间来问候一下老妈都没有空闲，这几个月来根本就腾不出身来询问一声，要不要我再为她下面止止痒？

我问她，老爸对实情知道有多少？老妈说：「我跟他一天都说不上两句话，你这麽好奇，自己去问他好了！」

这个烂摊子我不是不想去收拾，而是不知道该怎麽跟进。其实我也不笨，这种母子、翁媳乱伦的家丑，最好有多密掩多密，千万不能外扬，尤其不可以把责任揽上身，乱认经手人。

I secretly talked to my dad, and he sighed, "I don't even need a blood test to know it wasn't me who fathered this child. How could I possibly have that kind of ability! Who is this 'guest brother'? Anyone is fine! Your dad has done so many philanderings, and this is the retribution he's received. I've sown countless seeds of philandering outside. It's all for the best. As long as your mom doesn't keep nagging about divorce, it's already a stroke of good luck. Divorce is just dividing the inheritance with her. Anyway, I can't take all my assets to the grave; they'll all be left to you and your children!"

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

(This post was edited by Zero Degree Missing You on 2015-04-21 10:58)

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