wife and son

For the past year or so, I've felt like I'm living in hell. I think it's all Lin Afu's fault, that fat, pig-like bastard from Fujian. For almost ten years, our cooperation had been normal and amicable. I never imagined he'd betray me on such a massive project as the city's largest five-star hotel. Almost all the decorative materials he provided were substandard counterfeit. I also blame myself for assuming that after so many years, he wouldn't lie to me. I even neglected the crucial step of inspecting the goods. Once everything was plastered on the building, the truth came out immediately. Not only was work ordered to stop, but I was also forced to rebuild and compensate for the delays. When I finally went back to find that fat man, he seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth. He's in Fujian, thousands of miles away. Helpless, I filed a lawsuit against him. And all I got was a protracted legal battle. This one incident has almost wiped out all my hard-earned wealth of the past decades. How could I face the two people I love most in my own family? That night, when I was in bed with my wife, I sensed something was wrong. Qiuping was only nineteen when she married me. How beautiful and charming she was then! Even today, she remains so young and radiant, as if time had merely turned the pages of a calendar, leaving no trace on her. No one would guess she's already the mother of a sixteen-year-old. In the period immediately following and before our marriage, Qiuping seemed like a woman with a cold personality. When she first gave birth to me, she was only eighteen, a sophomore at a nursing college in the city. A chance car accident brought this goddess-like woman into my life, thus sealing my fate to be entangled with her for life. At that time, I was just a good-for-nothing hoodlum, helping a small-time boss from the south deliver documents, so when Qiuping brought me home to propose, her family immediately objected. I have to thank this woman. She was so bold and decisive. To pressure her parents, she gave herself to me before she even graduated and got pregnant with our child without hesitation. On our wedding day, I swore to heaven that I would never betray her and would give her a lifetime of happiness. Qiuping only started enjoying sex with me when our son, Xiaojia, was a little over a year old. Before that, almost every time we had sex, she was in pain. It seemed that I was incredibly large to her. She always said that although we loved each other, our bodies were incompatible. My huge penis was practically a torture device for her petite frame. Even though I always tried to prolong the foreplay before penetration, waiting until my wife was completely wet, she still complained of pain. So, our lovemaking was always divided into several sessions. Whenever she cried out in pain, I would stop immediately, coaxing her like a child until she forgot, and then continue. Despite all this, I still loved her so much and never grew tired of our love. When Xiaojia was almost two years old, I went on a business trip to Shanghai. Since marrying Qiuping, I had never been away for so many days. That night, Qiuping called and said she missed me. I jokingly asked her if she missed my manhood. To my surprise, she quietly said she did. I got excited and told my wife on the phone that I missed her too, missed her tight little pussy, and that I was already erect because of it. Qiuping cried and said she wanted to make love to me. She told me that she was wet and itchy down there. I almost masturbated while holding the phone. The next morning, I rushed home. Qiuping cried fiercely when she saw me. I didn't care about the smell of sweat on my body, I hugged my wife tightly, and threw her naked onto the bed. I felt incredibly fierce that day, but when I opened my wife's legs and saw her vulva, which was already glistening with moisture even though I hadn't caressed it, I didn't care about anything else. The first time I penetrated her without any foreplay, Qiuping didn't cry out in pain. I even felt her genitals contracting with pleasure because of my entry; she was so wet, so slippery, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. And from the moment I entered her, she moaned joyfully, clinging tightly to me, whispering in my ear that she felt incredibly good. I ejaculated quickly; I'd never experienced her so alluring and seductive charm before. Qiuping trembled and lost herself; it was the first time she'd reached orgasm during our lovemaking. Thank God, I finally had a normal wife, the wife I'd always wanted. After that, Qiuping seemed bewitched, developing a love for sex. As if suddenly enlightened, she became increasingly needy and wanton in bed, and my body could absolutely satisfy any sexual desire she had. No one would have imagined that this usually dignified and beautiful woman would become like an insatiable wildcat in bed, entangled with me day and night, demanding that I satisfy her insatiable desires with my large, erect penis. And how I loved seeing my wife like this! For the next many years, sex became our most shared and cherished passion. As she grew older, Qiu Ping became more mature, more open, and more easily enjoyed the pleasures of sex. Sometimes, near the end of the workday, I would receive a call from her. She would say in that sweet, cloying voice: "Honey, I've thought of a new sex position. I really want to go home and try it with you right now, it'll feel so good!" Or she would tell me: "Honey, I miss you so much, I feel so itchy inside, my panties are soaked, I want you to fuck me!" My wife's sweet voice always gave me an immediate erection. I would quickly finish my work, arrange to meet her, and go home to make love. Qiu Ping, enjoying happiness and love, became increasingly radiant and alluring. My work and life also became increasingly smooth. My life was wonderful. Perhaps even heaven was jealous of my wife and my wonderful life. It decided to punish me. That day, I spent the whole day with the court officials, but to no avail. I returned home feeling very dejected. But when I got into bed and saw my beautiful wife looking at me with such passionate eyes, I knew I had to fulfill my duties as a husband. And it was clear that Qiu Ping was already waiting for me to have sex with her; she was wearing a very thin, semi-transparent nightgown, almost revealing her full, snow-white breasts. Qiu Ping's body was remarkably well-maintained; childbirth left almost no trace on her. Except for a few barely visible stretch marks on her lower abdomen, and especially her breasts. Her breasts were only slightly looser than when she was a girl, but still firm and perky. They were even fuller and rounder. Her once pink nipples were now large and red, and when aroused, they would harden and erect, like two large, round grapes, trembling with a very sexy purple. I smelled the faint scent of perfume on my wife's neck, and I immediately understood what she wanted me to do. As usual, I held her in my arms, lifted her thin nightgown, revealing her two round breasts, and took turns teasing her slowly swollen nipples. Qiu Ping let out a soft, seductive breath, and her hand slipped inside my underwear, rubbing my gradually hardening penis. When I had teased her nipples until they were a glistening purple, I noticed that Qiu Ping's vaginal fluid had already soaked the hem of her nightgown. But then, I vaguely felt that my erection wasn't as hard as usual. My wife was already below, holding my swollen penis and rubbing it against her wet crotch. I could clearly feel her erect clitoris throbbing at the head of my penis. And her open vaginal opening was becoming increasingly wet. "Come in, husband..." my wife urged me in a sweet voice from below, gripping the base of my penis tightly, which made me feel all the blood rushing to my swollen head. And Qiu Ping had already used that swollen head to rub against her swollen labia, which were covered in sticky fluid, and pressed against the entrance of her vagina. "Qiu Ping, I don't feel very hard." I tried to tighten my penis, but it didn't feel very strong. My wife seemed impatient: "Hmm, will it be hard once it's inside?" My wife's flushed face was close to my ear, and she said shyly in a low voice: "Husband, if I squeeze it a few times with my vagina, it will obey." I thought so too. I had entered her body before when it wasn't very hard, and after a few thrusts, it would slowly harden because of the gripping and squeezing of her juicy vaginal walls. Looking at my wanton wife, I straightened my penis and thrust it into her vagina. My wife had indeed been waiting a long time; her little hole was slippery and wet. As soon as my penis entered, I felt her warm flesh enveloping me. I couldn't help but tease, "You slut, you're so wanton. Your little hole is going to flatten my penis." My wife blushed beneath me, pinching my buttocks in protest. She whispered in a soft, seductive voice, "Who told you not to give it to me sooner? I wanted it." My heart fluttered. I lifted my wife's fair and slender legs and began to thrust. My wife's vulva was covered in thick, sticky, red and white fluid, and the insertion of my penis made her already plump vulva swell to its fullest. I loved watching my wife's sexy and beautiful vulva swallow and release my dark penis. That swollen...The excited little thing, after swallowing my thick penis, always seemed incredibly excited and lewd. My wife would also raise her head to watch herself being fucked by me. As she watched, her face would turn even redder, her breathing more rapid, and she would tilt her head back, panting happily, hugging me, following my rhythm, and moving her vulva upwards to meet mine. Normally, when I watched my wife's beautiful, wanton vulva swallowing my penis, I would quickly become hard, throbbing and aching, and I would want to speed up, to fuck my wife's wet, throbbing cunt that she needed. But today, it was impossible. I couldn't concentrate, and my penis couldn't reach the hardness that both my wife and I needed. I even started to suspect it was slowly shrinking. I panicked. I desperately struggled with my penis inside my wife's slippery cunt, trying to make it hard as quickly as possible. My wife sensed something was wrong. Normally, the thing thrusting inside her at this time should be rock hard, hot as fire, filling her vagina completely. But today, it was neither hard nor soft, lifeless and stiff. She felt powerless, unable to exert any force. "Husband, can you get harder? I want your hard, big cock…mmm…good husband, hurry…my little hole is itchy…please tighten it…good husband…" My wife writhed beneath me, her face filled with wanton dissatisfaction. She began skillfully contracting the slippery flesh inside her vagina, trying to make my penis hard. But it was no use. The more anxious I became, the less obedient it became. After a moment, it completely relaxed, like a shrunken worm. My struggles were futile. I was really desperate: "Qiuping, I really can't take it anymore, you, you help me." My wife also felt my shrinking. Despite her unbearable itching and need, she raised her head: "Don't worry, Weide, come on, I'll do it." I lay on the bed, and my wife's fair and plump body moved down, lying between my legs. She pinched my unruly thing with her fingers, staring at me with a seductive smile: "Husband, you lie down and rest for a bit, I'll serve you." White liquid dripped down my penis, the lustful fluid secreted by my wife when she was aroused. A lot. "Husband, it's still so big even when it's soft." Qiuping's eyes were seductive and eager. Her slender hand grasped my penis and gently stroked it. Then, blushing, she whispered to me: "Husband, there's so much water on your penis, it's so wet." As she spoke, she stuck out her smooth, red tongue and licked around my limp glans. "Does it feel good, my good husband..." My wife's eyes were soft and alluring as she looked directly at me, her expression both seductive and coquettish. She took my penis, covered in her own fluids, into her mouth. Her mouth was warm, her nimble, fiery tongue swirling around my penis. Then she sucked hard, her hands moving to my abdomen, stroking it, her head moving up and down, her small mouth tightly gripping my penis. While doing this, her eyes remained fixed on me with a seductive, wanton gaze. My wife didn't particularly enjoy oral sex; it wasn't that she disliked it, but she said that only I felt pleasure with her mouth, which was unfair. It wasn't nearly as pleasurable as having my penis inside her, where both of us would be happy. But now, to make me hard as quickly as possible, my wife was doing her best to arouse my desire. I gradually felt despair. Although my wife's efforts moved me, I could feel my excitement fading, slowly losing all desire. Looking at my wife, who was anxiously trying to get me an erection, my heart was bleeding. Finally, my wife sensed my reaction. She spat out my still-soft member, gently biting it: "You naughty little devil, I'm ignoring you." She crawled back to me: "Honey, I know you're tired, it's okay. Don't rush, let's go to sleep early tonight, okay?" I kissed my wife; her mouth was filled with the strong taste of her vaginal fluid. I loved that strong taste; it always excited me. "I'm sorry, Qiuping, I think I really am tired. Are you uncomfortable? Do you want your husband to use…" My wife interrupted me: "Hmm, no? Wait until you're hard tomorrow." My wife's fingers lingered on my limp member. "I love it when he touches me, nothing feels as good as him. Honey, you're tired today, go and rest. I love you." I kissed my wife silently. That night, I barely slept. And I could hear my wife beside me tossing and turning all night. I was sound asleep when my wife woke me up. I felt my penis harden again, regaining its former strength. Clearly, my wife had become excited upon seeing my erection; her caresses had roused me. Sure enough, her eyes were watery, and seeing me awake, she immediately nestled into my arms. Her slender hands gripped my erect penis tightly, and she said in a sweet voice, "Honey, it's so big. So warm." I felt myself regaining my strength, my penis firmly erect. Looking at my beautiful wife, my heart stirred, and my hand slid down to her crotch. My wife blushed and parted her legs, saying, "You're not allowed to laugh at me!" I felt a large, slippery wetness beneath my touch. My wife's crotch was swollen like a burst dam. I pinched the hard, erect clitoris at the top of her vulva. My wife's body shrank, and she let out a soft moan. "When did your little cunt get so wet? So much water." "Hmm, you promised you wouldn't." My wife squirmed shyly in my arms. "Just now, who told you to be so restless so early in the morning, pressing so tightly against me." "And now? What do you want your husband to do now?" I chuckled, pressing my wife down beneath me, teasing her. "I want my husband's big cock to fuck me. My little cunt is so itchy!" My wife wrapped her arms around me seductively, bringing her mouth close to my ear and whispering. I chuckled softly and said, "Little slut." Then I brought my hard cock to my wife's crotch. My wife closed her eyes happily, spreading her legs wide. My wife raised her soaking wet vulva, welcoming me. My large glans slid over my wife's sensitive clitoris, swollen labia, and slippery flesh, finding my wife's parted, dripping vulva. "Is this it, baby?" I teased my burning cock, stimulating my wife's wet, twitching vulva. "Mmm, you naughty husband, go in. I can't wait!" My wife let out a seductive moan, wrapping her legs around my waist, bringing her hot, wet vulva close, skillfully swallowing my swollen glans. I laughed, gently patting her arched buttocks: "Just one night without fucking, and your little hole is already this horny!" "Mmm, husband, do I want it? Hurry..." My wife blushed beneath me, eagerly thrusting her soft, white belly upwards. I met her. I filled her completely. "Oh, good husband, your hard, big cock feels so good..." My beloved wife let out a long moan. Her body contracted with pleasure. Just as I was about to thrust vigorously to let her feel my love, I realized something was wrong again. Despite my burning desire, my thrusts didn't make my erection harder; instead, like last night, I started to soften again. My heart raced. I quickened my pace. But the softening of my penis gradually extinguished the fullness and pleasure my wife had felt in her lower body. My thrusts were utterly useless. My wife opened her beautiful eyes, looking at me with confusion: "Honey, what's wrong? Hurry, hurry, my pussy is so itchy, give it to me!" My wife writh anxiously beneath me, reaching down to my lower abdomen, tightly grasping the base of my softening penis, trying to draw blood to the swollen glans to continue filling her desperately empty vagina. But that couldn't stop it from completely shrinking. This was the problem; was I really impotent? My wife didn't complain, but I saw sorrow in her eyes. That night, we tried again. Afraid that my position would cause premature ejaculation, she made me lie down while she climbed on top of me. At first, everything was normal; my erect penis entered her vagina smoothly. But just as my wife was feeling comfortable and excited, I couldn't perform again. Looking at my wife's sorrowful face, I felt like I wanted to die. "Weide, this might be an illness; we need to see a doctor," my wife said seriously. Tears welled up in my eyes; I didn't know what to say. "No matter the cost, we must get this treated, Weide." However, after nearly a year of seeking medical help, we received information that almost drove us to despair. My condition is medically known as secondary functional impotence, or sexual dysfunction. Currently, there is no cure or effective medication. Strong aphrodisiacs can provide temporary relief, but that would not only fail to treat my condition but would also damage my health. Almost all the doctors advised me against using those medications. They also said that if a miracle were to happen, my body could recover.That was practically a death sentence for me, but it was even more painful than a death sentence itself, because my beloved wife would also suffer. How could I face decades of sexless life? Especially my dear wife, who was in the prime of her sexual life. When I got home, Qiuping and I cried our hearts out. I told her that I had become a useless person, while she was still so young and beautiful, like a flower in full bloom that needed nurturing. I didn't want to be a burden to her; I really wanted her to find the happiness and joy she deserved, because I loved her so much and didn't want her to experience even the slightest sadness or unhappiness. But if I lost her, what would be the point of living, earning money, and working? I couldn't bear to part with her, or with our sixteen-year-old son, Xiaojia, who was still in school. He was such a handsome, intelligent, and filial child. Qiuping also cried her eyes out, saying that even if I were crippled and unable to move, she would never abandon me. Because she had long been accustomed to having me and our son for over ten years. It doesn't matter if we don't have sex. We're getting old; it doesn't really matter whether it happens or not. What's important is that we still have our son, who still needs our love. And our parents. They certainly wouldn't want to see any disharmony between us; if there were, it would be such a blow to them at their age. Just like that, I went from heaven to hell. My beloved home became the place I least wanted to return to, and the people I loved seeing most became the people I couldn't bear to see. I was like a walking corpse, working desperately every day, wanting to leave something more for my two deeply loved ones, so they could live a more comfortable life in the future. My hard work paid off; the company shook off the shadow left by that incident and began to make a lot of profits. The person I least wanted to see was my beloved Qiuping. Every time I came home for the night, even though she was avoiding or forbearing, I could still feel the fiery desire unique to women her age. Because she had said that whenever she hugged me and smelled my unique scent, it would ignite her desire, making her eager to have sex with me. At best, my caresses with my hands or mouth could temporarily alleviate her sexual hunger, but they couldn't truly relieve her deep-seated discomfort and needs. And every time I used my hands or mouth to satisfy my wife's sexual needs, her alluring body, her sexy lower body, and her seductive moans would ignite my own burning desire, yet I couldn't find a way to release it. This caused me extreme pain. Seeing how much I suffered, Qiu Ping, understanding, stopped asking me to come home to face her. Once, while on a business trip to Hainan, I happened to see a sex toy exhibition. As soon as I entered, I spotted a female vibrator. Its size and thickness were almost identical to my normal erection, and it was extremely realistic. Thinking of my wife alone at home, I bought it. When Qiu Ping first saw it, her expression was one of surprise, as if astonished by its resemblance to mine. Then came resistance. She thought any woman who used that kind of thing must be a slut. I spent a lot of time explaining and persuading her before she stopped throwing it in the trash. Later, when I went home, I found that the thing seemed to have been used. Only then did I feel relieved, and occasionally when I came home, I would use that thing with my wife to relieve her desires. My wife was very unrestrained at that time, as if she was really happy. Although she later told me quietly that the thing was nowhere near as comfortable as my real thing, it was truly all I could do for my beloved wife. I was also afraid that my wife would not be able to resist the torment of sexual desire and would have an affair. In fact, I had thought that if my wife really did it, I would never blame her. Because facing her young and beautiful face, it would be a matter of necessity. But I was afraid that she would fall in love with someone because of sex and leave me and our son. This thought kept me awake at night for a long time. I also secretly visited her behind her back, but fortunately, my Qiuping was so dignified and virtuous. When I wasn't home, she almost never left the house, and I didn't notice anything amiss. But something unbelievable actually happened that I never expected. My wife fell and injured herself at home while I was on a business trip to Beijing. I was frantic when my son called. I rushed home from Beijing; it turned out my wife's injury wasn't serious, just a minor sprain. The doctor advised her to rest in bed. Luckily, my son was home for winter vacation. My business in Beijing was rather complicated, so I gave my son a few instructions and went back to Beijing. I've always believed that my son, Xiaojia, inherited all the best qualities from my wife and me. He's physically like me, tall and strong, and his appearance is a combination of the best parts of Qiuping and me—handsome and dashing. He's also exceptionally intelligent; we've never had to worry about his studies since he was little. Moreover, this child is exceptionally respectful and patient with people; his grandparents and even my company's employees adore him. With my wife's injury not serious and such a capable son at home, I was naturally very at ease. But ever since my wife's fall, I've suddenly noticed that my son and I seem to have grown distant. Before, when I rarely came home, he would always linger by my side, asking all sorts of questions. But now, I've noticed he talks to me less, and after meals, he doesn't like to stay with me and his mother chatting or watching TV anymore. Every time he finishes eating, he quickly says goodbye to us and goes upstairs to his room. When I asked my wife, Qiuping, she said she hadn't noticed anything, explaining that it might be because of the upcoming high school entrance exams and the stress of studying. I think that makes sense; a child that young certainly has a lot on his shoulders. That day, I even went to his room to check on him. When he saw me, he seemed a little nervous and unsure of what to do. I think it might be because I'm often away from home, and we've really grown apart, so I stayed in his room for a while. I asked him about his school life, and as I left, my son stood up to see me off. It was then that I realized how much he had grown; he was even taller than me now. I chuckled and slapped his firm, strong stomach. I nodded approvingly, "Good job, son. Remember, studying is important, but your health is important too." My son's face suddenly flushed. The following evening, after finishing my work, I suddenly thought of my wife and son at home. I hadn't seen them in a long time and missed them. So I drove home to check on them. When I got downstairs, I saw that the lights were off. I called home, but no one answered. Then I thought, "That's it, Qiuping said she goes for a walk every evening after dinner. She's probably out with our son." I turned the car around and parked in the right-hand parking space. Just as I turned off the engine, I saw my wife's familiar figure come into view. And beside her was our son, wasn't he? For a fleeting moment, I felt a flutter in my heart. My son is so tall, almost half a shoulder taller than his mother. And just like when my wife and I walk together, his arm is half-embracing his petite, full-figured mother. What stirred my heart was when my son suddenly lowered his head and whispered something in Qiu Ping's ear. I heard my wife's low, seemingly suppressed laughter, mixed with saccharine murmurs. I even saw her hand twitch, as if she were pinching my son. Qiu Ping's laughter made my heart clench; it sounded exactly like the kind of laugh she'd heard after I'd made an inappropriate sexual joke in her ear. My sharp-eyed son spotted my car, and his hand immediately left his mother's waist and shoulder, stammering, "Dad!" Qiu Ping seemed startled, her body stiffening as she straightened up from her close embrace with her son. "You look like a ghost, you scared me!" my wife said coquettishly, patting her chest, and took my arm. "Busy man, how come you have time to come back today and see us, a widow and her child?" The panic in my heart was something I couldn't face my wife and son. I smiled, hugged my wife, and kissed her on the cheek. "Living a carefree life, huh? Even after dinner, you're out shopping. You and your son walking together, everyone would think you're a couple." I felt Qiu Ping's body stiffen. "Don't talk nonsense. Have you eaten? I'll go back and make you something." Under the dim streetlights, I clearly saw a blush on my wife's face. My son quickly went forward and opened the door. That night, I barely slept a wink. I felt my wife beside me also barely slept, as if she was thinking about something. And I heard sounds coming from my son's room upstairs, still going on late into the night. I suddenly felt a deep panic. I felt like I was about to lose something, a sense of impending doom, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. The next day, I left early, as usual, to prepare the tasks for each department before the employees arrived at work. For four consecutive days, I went home every day. And I tried not to leave too early; I got up early to make breakfast for the mother and son, things Qiuping usually did. Since I was home, I didn't want her to be too tired from getting up early every day. I felt...My suspicion towards my wife was unreasonable, and I felt guilty. I thought perhaps I had neglected them too much lately, and I should spend more time with them. However, every time I came home, I had a sense of disharmony, as if I had become an unwanted person in the family. My son and I talked even less. It seemed that Qiuping and I talked less, and she no longer snuggled into my arms with such enthusiasm at night. That morning, I didn't cook. Before dawn, I received a call that the company's goods had arrived at the dock, and I had to arrange transportation. When I got up, my wife was still asleep. I didn't wake her and hurriedly left home. When the car was almost halfway there, I realized I had left the delivery slip at home. I had no choice but to turn back. I opened the bedroom door and was almost shocked. My wife, who had just been sleeping, was gone. At that moment, I faintly heard some movement coming from my son's room upstairs. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest, and my face turned bright red. What was she doing in my son's room so early, before dawn? My heart was filled with a repressed, unthinkable fear. As I slowly climbed the stairs, a strange excitement, a desire to uncover the secret, surged within me. I pressed myself against my son's door; it was tightly shut. Almost desperately, I heard the faint sound of my wife's laughter coming from inside. No, it was more like a wanton, lewd laugh. My heart sank to my feet, or rather, it forgot to beat at all. Yet, I refused to believe it. I was still trying to find reasons for my wife and son being trapped in a closed room. Even those reasons seemed absurd and illogical to me. I quietly slipped through a side door to my son's balcony. I saw a sliver of light shining through the slightly open curtains. It was still dark and cold outside. Everything inside confirmed my suspicions. In despair and anguish, I closed my eyes. My wife was standing naked on my son's bed. She spread her long, slender, and plump legs, her face filled with excitement and joy. She looked down, gazing passionately at her son, whose face was buried between her legs. "My son's naked body is so muscular," I thought from outside the window. He was diligently sniffing and licking his mother's likely already soaked genitals. His wife's soft, white belly heaved with pleasure. I heard her familiar murmurs and gasps. Her hands gripped her son's dark hair, her body trembling slightly. Her son lifted his face; yes, his wife's love juices had already wet his young, handsome face. The son's hands reached behind his wife, embracing her full, protruding buttocks, pressing his wet face against her heaving belly: "Mom, I missed you so much. I missed the smell of you here so much." The wife bent down, cupped her son's face, and chuckled softly, "You little rascal, where did you miss Mommy? Let Mommy see." Her almost lewd laughter sent a shiver down my spine. A feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time seemed to rise within me. The son stood up. My God, his genitals had developed into adult genitals. They were covered in thick, dark hair, and what astonished me even more was his enormous, erect penis. The size and firmness were something I had never experienced. The son stood proudly before his mother, pointing his fully erect penis directly at his beautiful, wanton-faced mother. "Hehe, you naughty boy. Trying to bully your mother with it again." The wife's eyes were fixed on the erection below her son's abdomen. Her slender hand grasped it, her seductive eyes almost squinting as she glanced at her young son. She stroked his enormous genitals a few times. Then, she slowly squatted down. She hugged her son's firm buttocks, tilted her face back, and opened her mouth. Her son's thick, hard penis stood erect on his mother's beautiful, charming face. The wife stared at her son, her parted, sexy red lips sucking on his trembling, round, and huge glans. I closed my eyes outside the window, but I was suddenly surprised to find that my penis, which had been dormant for almost a year, was now stirring. The wife's hands caressed her son's buttocks and thighs. She closed her beautiful, alluring eyes and deeply took her son's enormous genitals into her mouth. I couldn't help but feel intensely jealous. Even towards me, she had never swallowed so deeply. But our son was clearly too long; despite her best efforts, my wife couldn't swallow him all the way in. As she spat it out, her alluring eyes opened, glancing sideways at our son, as if asking if he was comfortable. I knew, of course, how seductive my wife was when aroused. Not only our young son, but even I couldn't resist. Our son looked down at his beautiful mother, sucking and swallowing his erect penis. My wife licked with extreme care, as if savoring a delicious delicacy. She carefully took our son's genitals into her mouth, slowly sliding her lips over the hard shaft, swishing them tightly. After spitting it out completely, she stared intently at it, then back at our son, extending her small, delicate tongue to lick the large glans, even shamelessly raising her tongue to search for the tiny crack on the surface of his swollen glans. While teasing the crack, she glanced at her son with a half-smile. His glans, soaked in her saliva, looked unusually fierce, purplish-red and shiny. But I knew that was the kind of fierceness my wife needed at that moment. "Does it feel good, baby?" My wife lowered her face further, even sucking one of my son's large, round testicles into her mouth. One hand grasped my son's erect penis, stroking it; the hard thing, covered in my wife's saliva, made her stroking it even easier. "Mommy, it feels so good!" My son closed his eyes, his hand falling to his mother's swollen, engorged breasts. My wife's breasts were already incredibly swollen, the veins on her snow-white breasts visible, the swollen areolas seemingly larger than I had ever seen, covered with excited little bumps. The son's fingers pinched his mother's nipples, which had turned from a tender pink to a deep purple. The two perky nipples were now swollen and hard with excitement. His fingers twisted and pulled, skillfully and expertly. The nipples, under his ministrations, became even harder, resembling two heavy, purple dates. I heard a sound from my wife's throat, a sound she used to make when I caressed her until I wanted to penetrate her. Sure enough, my wife couldn't resist. She released her son's young, thick penis from her mouth and stood up. "Xiaojia, my darling, come on, Mommy wants it." The son tightly embraced his fair, voluptuous, mature mother. He kissed her lips passionately; I could even hear the sound of their tongues entwining. My wife skillfully turned around, bent down, and gripped the headboard. She turned back, her voice seductive and alluring as she whispered to her son, "Good son, go slower this time, don't go to the wrong place like last time." The son stood behind his mother, his hands gripping her hips, his eyes fixed on the area beneath her plump, white buttocks. His wife's lust deepened; she bit her bright red lips, lowered her slender waist further with the vibrator, and opened her legs wider. She narrowed her captivating eyes, awaiting the penetration of her son's large member. Seeing my wife's voluptuous body, Xiao Jia trembled, letting out a soft moan, and tilted her head back, her face filled with satisfied and gratified lust. I knew then that my son's young, strong member had found the entrance to his mother's vagina, which was surely already overflowing with lustful fluids. My heart pounded faster, as if my own genitals were entering my wife's wet, tight cavity. I felt the blood rushing to my lower abdomen, and my penis was slowly swelling. Surprisingly, my son was much more experienced; he controlled himself better than I had with his mother. He wasn't in a hurry to thrust his large, hot penis into his mother's vagina. He simply looked at the part of his penis inserted beneath his mother's high, white, plump buttocks. He tightened his grip on his mother's hips and slowly thrust his hard penis forward. "Ah... Xiaojia... it's so hot..." My wife looked up, sighing softly, her waist bending even lower. Her buttocks also thrust towards my son's firm abdomen. "Mom, does it feel good?" My son's voice trembled, showing he was controlling his impulse, pushing his abdomen against his mother's high, white, plump buttocks. My wife's delicate body trembled slightly. I knew it must be because my son's thick, long penis had reached the bottom of her sensitive vagina. "Xiao Jia, it's all the way in. It feels so good, my penis is so swollen, my little hole can't hold it all." My wife turned her head and smiled seductively at her son, murmuring lewdly. "Yeah, Mom, it feels much tighter than last time. It feels so good to have my penis squeezed like this." "Hehe, you little rascal, that's because you haven't been intimate with Mom for a few days. If you do it for a couple more days, it won't be so tight anymore." "Mmm, Mom, I've been so uncomfortable these past few days. Dad comes home to sleep every day, and I haven't been able to sleep well at night." As he spoke, he began to thrust behind his mother's buttocks.He rose, his lower abdomen thrusting against his wife's snow-white, plump buttocks with each stroke. His wife happily arched her back to meet his thrusts, their movements perfectly synchronized and practiced. "Xiao Jia! Be careful, your father seems to sense something. He even asked me if you have a problem with him? You don't talk to him much." His wife, eyes slightly closed, skillfully and joyfully swayed her hips, pushing her voluptuous, alluring buttocks back to meet her son's movements. "No, I still feel the same way about Dad. It's just that I always feel a little guilty around him now, afraid he'll find out something." "Silly child, how could that be? Let me tell you, although I love you too, I also love your father. I can't lose either of you. You have to understand your father. It's hard for him." "Mom, I know. Mom, what if Dad finds out about us?" Hearing her son's words, the wife turned to him and smiled: "What is it, you little rascal? Is it about you having sex with your mother right now, hmm!" The wife's lewdness shocked me. "Yes, Mom, it's about me having sex with you. Mom, I like having sex with you like this. Mom, it feels so good to have sex with you!" The wife's lewd moans made me feel strangely excited, and my lower body became inexplicably erect. I couldn't believe the swollen feeling in my crotch, and I reached into my underwear. Yes, I really got an erection, and tears almost welled up in my eyes. After more than a year of losing sensation in that area, after living almost in hell for over a year, I actually found myself regaining a normal male sexual arousal response. And this response was triggered by seeing my son insert his young, newly developed male genitalia into his mother's mature, lust-filled vagina. I squeezed my increasingly swollen and hard penis, experiencing that long-lost heat and passion. Tears streamed down my face. My son, aroused by his wife's seductive manner, gripped his mother's hips tightly as she thrust backward, increasing the pace of his thrusts. His acceleration intensified his wife's pleasure. His eyes closed, and the speed of her thrusts increased. He hummed softly, "Oh, you little rascal, you're going to fuck your mother to death. Ah... my little Jia, if Daddy knew you were fucking your mother like this, he'd be furious. Oh, you little rascal, don't tell Daddy how good you're fucking Mommy, ah... ah... why is my big cock so hot... oh, Mommy is having so much fun being fucked by her precious son..." His wife's seductive appearance and wanton moans made his penis extremely hard. I looked out the window at my wife and son inside the room, and holding my erect penis, I actually started stroking it. The pleasure began to come with the stroking of my clenched hand. The feeling of an erection was so good. Hearing his mother's moans, the son became incredibly excited, his buttocks thrusting forward like they were powered by a motor: "Mom, are you comfortable? Is it more pleasurable than when Dad fucks you?" "Ah...ah...Mom feels the most pleasure when my precious son fucks her, ah...Xiao Jia's penis is the biggest, thickest, and hardest, Mom likes Xiao Jia's penis, likes this kind of penis fucking Mom's pussy..." I heard the intense sounds of their buttocks hitting each other's lower abdomens, and I also heard the familiar sound of water coming from inside my wife's body. It was the sound of my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina when I was fucking her hard and making her feel pleasurable. In her position with her son, the sound of his lower abdomen hitting her buttocks was louder, so the sound of water seemed quieter. If it were her son on top of her, or her squatting on her son's penis, the sound would be louder. The sound strangely stimulated me outside the window. I saw a white, watery liquid slowly dripping down my wife's fair, alabaster-like inner thighs. Good heavens! My wife was actually calling upon her young son to make her lower body produce so much lustful fluid. Watching the liquid dripping from between her legs and listening to her obscene and wanton moans, my breathing quickened, and I accelerated my movements. When my wife was aroused, she was exceptionally sensitive to that kind of sound. She said that hearing the loud wet sounds from my penis on her private parts made her feel ashamed, yet also more excited. I think perhaps my wife felt extremely ashamed because she was thinking about what she and her son were doing—the most shameful, the most shameful thing—and perhaps this shame was what inexplicably excited her. A blush rose on my wife's face, making her appear even more beautiful and wanton. She closed her eyes tightly and rhythmically thrust her buttocks against her son's lower abdomen. She moaned lewdly, "Xiao Jia, you're going to ruin your mother. You naughty son, you've made my pussy so wet, I'm so ashamed! Oh dear, even when your father fucks me, I never get this wet. You naughty son, what else are you going to do to me?" "Mom, I love you, I want to fuck you until you feel the most comfortable, Mom, okay?" The son heard the wet sounds his thrusts made under his mother's buttocks, and he became even more excited, his young, firm belly heaving even faster. The series of sounds of mother and son's bodies colliding, along with the constant wet sounds from my wife's lower body, made my blood boil. It felt even more exciting than when I was making love with my wife, seeing and hearing it. "Ah...ah...Mommy is so comfortable I'm about to die, ah...Xiao Jia...give Mommy your big cock, put it all inside Mommy's little hole, ah...Mommy can't take it anymore...Mommy's little belly is swollen from your thrusting, quick...baby son, quick...give it to Mommy, let Mommy die..." I knew that was my wife's moaning as she reached her climax. My wife's face, chest, and even her fair abdomen were covered with a blush of pleasure. She closed her eyes tightly, breathing rapidly, and stopped thrusting her buttocks back. She just lay on the bed, trembling, with her buttocks raised high, letting her son thrust into her body from behind. "Oh...Xiao Jia...don't move...give it to Mommy...don't pull it out...let Mommy feel good..." My wife suddenly shouted, pressing her buttocks against her son's lower abdomen, her expression seemingly both extremely painful and extremely pleasurable. The son had clearly grasped the signs of his mother's impending orgasm, and cooperatively thrust his large member deep into her vagina, pressing against her cervix. His wife's flushed body began to convulse with excitement. I knew that inside her vagina, his genitals were being violently gripped by her tight vaginal walls; the pleasure was indescribable. "Mommy, Mommy, your contractions feel so good," the son murmured, his body trembling slightly. I knew he couldn't bear the unusual rhythm and contractions of his mother's genitals during her orgasm. "Mommy, I'm going to cum, I can't hold back... ah... Mommy..." the son whispered, his young body trembling. "Give it to me... baby, Mommy wants your hot semen, cum, baby, Mommy's good son, fill Mommy's little hole..." The wife trembled with excitement; the feeling of her young son about to ejaculate inside her made her mature body tremble again. I saw my son close his eyes, his strong body trembling. With his convulsions, my wife, whose trembling had gradually stopped, began to convulse again, almost in sync with him. She had reached another orgasm from my son's ejaculation inside her. And I, outside the window, also closed my eyes, trembling violently; I had ejaculated. More than a year later, watching my son ejaculate inside his mother's mature vagina, I ejaculated with pleasure. So much, so thoroughly satisfying.

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