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Family Matters

They say a man is in his prime at forty, but I'm well into my forties and still haven't accomplished anything. I'm a minor director in a government agency, with little power but lots of work, and I have to watch my boss's mood every day. Sometimes I feel so tired of living, I really want to quit, but what else can I do? I'm not young anymore, so I guess I'll just have to take it one day at a time in this agency.

Although I'm not doing so well at work, I do have one thing that my colleagues envy: my family. It's really good, and I'm quite content. My wife is beautiful; although she's in her early forties, she doesn't look much different from when she was younger, and she's even gained a mature femininity. She's also maintained a good figure, and she's a teacher at a top high school in our city, earning more than me. How could I not be content? My son is doing quite well; he's in high school at his mother's school and will be taking the college entrance exam soon. His grades are pretty good, and he has a good chance of getting into a top university. Of course, I have to thank my wife for that too. I'm usually quite busy and don't have much time to tutor him, so it's all thanks to his mother's help with his studies. That's why my son is closer to his mother than to me.

Actually, in other people's eyes, I'm doing pretty well. Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. At my age, as long as my wife and child are happy, what more could I ask for?

Recently, I've noticed a problem with my usually obedient son. Last week, his homeroom teacher called, saying he's been frequently late, or skipping the first two periods in the morning, and even when he's in class, he seems distracted. This worries me, and it's strange, since his mother usually takes care of him, and they attend the same school. My wife usually goes to work with him; surely she knows he's been late and absent? When I asked my wife, she hesitated for a moment and said she didn't know either, which made me even more confused. I scolded her for not paying attention to our son, but she complained, saying I don't care about him and now she's blaming me. Knowing I was in the wrong, I didn't say anything more.

The next morning, I left for work early. After sitting in my office for a while, I called the school. My son's homeroom teacher said he hadn't arrived yet; his mother had called to say he wasn't feeling well and would be late. After hanging up the phone, I was still worried. My son was fine when I left, and my wife hadn't mentioned anything. So, I called home again, but the phone rang several times without being answered. I tried my wife's cell phone, but it was off. Still uneasy, I left the office and rushed home. Before I even got there, just as I entered the courtyard of our apartment complex, I saw my wife and son coming out of the building, chatting and laughing. My wife was dressed very nicely, and my son was holding his mother's hand. My wife was occasionally tidying his hair; they seemed very affectionate. My son didn't look sick at all. I was about to go up and say hello and ask what was wrong when my wife had already taken my son's hand and gotten into a taxi. I had no choice but to return to the office, completely bewildered.

That evening, I asked my wife, and she said that our son just had a sudden headache and it wasn't anything serious. "Then why didn't you answer my calls?" I asked, feeling relieved. "You were the one who called? I was giving our son his medicine, so I didn't answer!" my wife said, glancing at me.

A few days passed like this. I was busy at work every day and forgot about it. One morning, I was in a rush and forgot to bring a document. I only remembered when I got to the gate of the community. I rushed home and knocked on the door for a long time before my wife finally opened it. When she saw me, she looked surprised. I noticed her face was a little red and her hair was a little messy. "Why did it take you so long to open the door?" I said, and rushed inside to get the document. I saw my son sitting at the table, looking a little flustered. I casually told him, "Hurry up, don't be late for school again!" My son nodded obediently. I grabbed the document and left again, not having time to think about it further. It wasn't

until I sat in my office that I had time to think about it. I felt there must be something else going on, but I couldn't figure it out for a long time. Then, a thought struck me, and I came up with a plan.

The next morning, while my son was still sleeping, I asked my wife to go out and buy breakfast. Then, while she was still at home, I called her cell phone and told her that I had an urgent matter at work and wouldn't be eating, so I left early. Then I crawled under the bed in the room and waited. A little while later, my wife came back and called our son to get up. "Hurry up, or you'll be late again!" That was my wife's voice.

Soon my son got up, washing his face and teeth, asking his mother, "Mom, did Dad go to work?" "Yes! Hurry up, don't be late again!" my wife said loudly.

Soon after, I heard the sound of eating coming from the living room. I couldn't see anything, but I heard my wife whisper outside, "You're at it again. You better behave and eat properly, drink this glass of milk!" "I don't want it, I want Mom's milk, Mom's milk tastes better than cow's milk!" my son said. "Bullshit, Mom doesn't have any milk anymore," my wife said with a grin. I was startled and peeked through the crack in the bed. My son was standing in front of his mother, touching my wife's breast.

I was terrified, speechless, and froze under the bed, too scared to move. I felt a chill run down my spine.

Clearly, my wife and son in the living room hadn't expected me to be home. Their actions became increasingly oblivious to their surroundings; the son's hand was already inside his mother's collar. My wife smiled at him, saying, "Don't want to go to school again? Be careful your dad finds out." "No way, Dad's already gone!" the son said, squatting down and lifting his wife's shirt. His wife, smiling, unhooked her bra, revealing her large, white breasts, and stuffed one into her son's mouth. "Eat up, you have to go to school after you're full!"

⊥The living room fell silent except for the sound of sucking. I saw my wife close her eyes, holding my son's head, while he suckled at his mother's full breast, just like when he was a baby.

I can't describe my feelings and shock at that moment. I desperately wanted to rush out and expose this appalling scene, but I didn't dare move. I was terrified. I felt as if I were witnessing the shattering of this happy family. I knew that if I rushed out, everything would be irreversible.

A moment later, I saw the mother and son walk hand in hand into the bedroom. My wife even gave our son a loving kiss, and he gently pinched his mother's bottom. The two of them giggled and went into the room, closing the door behind them. I was so tense I dared not breathe. What I feared was finally about to happen. Because I was under the bed, I couldn't see what they were doing, but I could hear my wife and son getting into bed, followed by the rustling sound of clothes being undressed, and then the sound of tongues kissing flesh. My wife also let out a suppressed moan, just like when we made love. I felt like everything was over, like my body was being crushed to pieces.

There was a loud noise on the bed, a creaking sound. My wife was moaning, "Good son, be gentle... don't rush... take it slow..." My son didn't make a sound, but I could hear him breathing heavily. I could feel the bed vibrating, an unusual vibration, from under the bed.

I felt like I was paralyzed. My body was limp and powerless, and I felt an unprecedented fear, breaking out in a cold sweat.

After a while, I heard my wife's voice grow softer and softer, like a low moan in her throat, as if she was about to suffocate. Then the bed shook more violently. Next, I heard my son, panting heavily, jump off the bed, followed by the sound of kissing, and then the hurried sound of him getting dressed.

My son was saying, "Mom, hurry up, we're late again!" My wife's voice replied, "Hurry up, it's no use. I told you not to do it, but you insisted. Wait a minute, I'll go talk to your teacher, Ms. Liu, and tell her you're still sick and went to the hospital for an injection..." With that, my wife and son hurriedly left. It took me ages to crawl out from under the bed, feeling completely lost. I sat on the bed for a long time, forgetting even to smoke. The sheets were white, and it looked like my wife and son had tidied up before leaving; they were neat and tidy, as if nothing had happened. Suddenly, I felt despair and fear.

That day, I sat in my office all day, silent, lost in thought. Luckily, I was the boss, and my subordinates didn't dare ask too many questions. I didn't get home until dark. My wife had already prepared a table full of food and was waiting for me. We'd been married for twenty years, and I was used to this kind of life, but today I felt something was strange. I knew that this true happiness was truly far away from me.

I sat at the table without saying a word. My son saw me, and his face showed his usual fear. "Eat!" I picked up my chopsticks, feeling genuinely hungry. The family sat down at the table and began to eat quietly. My wife sensed something was wrong first, looking at me with some displeasure, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you alright?" "I'm fine!" I tried my best to hide my feelings. "I was just a little busy at work. Let's eat!"

That night, my wife probably felt a little guilty and tried to seduce me, but I pushed her away. "Go to sleep, we're an old married couple!"

That night, I couldn't sleep. My wife didn't sleep well either; I could hear her tossing and turning.

The next morning, I didn't leave early. I lingered until my wife and son had left before heading to work. This was the first time I'd ever been late for work, and many colleagues were quite surprised. One of my older superiors even joked with me, "What's wrong? Our director is late too. It's like the sun rose in the west."

Several weeks passed like this. Aside from work, I stayed home, not venturing out at all. My wife found it strange, and life at home became quiet. But I knew this was futile; I knew what was coming would eventually come.

That evening, during dinner, I saw my son winking at my wife. My wife pretended to be nonchalant, but I knew something was up. I also pretended not to know anything. After dinner, my son went to his evening study session. Not long after, my wife told me she had to go to school. She was a homeroom teacher and was going to have a class meeting with her students. Then she left. I gave a cold laugh and followed her out. When I left, I took the binoculars I had bought during my trip abroad last year and followed my wife at a distance. Sure enough, as I expected, after walking for a while, I saw my son turn out of an alley. The mother and son walked together, chatting and laughing, completely unaware that I was following them.

I walked until I reached a movie theater. It was the off-season, so there weren't many moviegoers; the entrance was practically empty. My wife and son bought tickets and quickly slipped inside under the cover of darkness. I rushed over and asked the ticket seller what tickets the two people who had just gone in had bought. The seller told me they had bought tickets for box number 5. I quickly bought a ticket for box number 6 next door and went inside.

Once inside, it was even darker. I glanced around and saw almost no one. I followed the aisle to box number 6. These boxes had a small door at the front, so you couldn't see inside. I closed the door, sat in the darkness, and felt my body trembling—I was actually a little excited.

Box number 5 was right next door. I looked at it; the partition was made of thin plywood. Without hesitation, I pulled out a knife and secretly drilled a hole in the plywood. I then peered through it, and my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the theater; I could see clearly now.

Sure enough, his wife and son were sitting next to him. At first, the son was quite well-behaved, but soon he became restless, his hands starting to grope his mother. His wife smiled and simply said, "Don't move, just watch the movie, it's very good!" The son wouldn't listen and reached for his wife's blouse. His wife slapped his hand, saying, "Are you trying to kill me? Be careful someone sees!"

"What's there to be afraid of, Mom? We're in a private box, no one can see!" the son said, already having unbuttoned his mother's blouse; he seemed quite skilled at it. Then the son went to unhook his wife's bra. This time, his wife tried to stop him several times, but to no avail, so she gave up. When the son unhooked his mother's bra, her full, snow-white breasts sprang out. To be honest, although his wife was forty-two years old, she didn't look old at all; her breasts were still very elastic, white, and large—quite alluring.

"This child, I just can't do anything with you!" My wife sighed, put the bra aside, then buttoned up her shirt, saying, "Go ahead and touch me like that, just don't let anyone see!" My son grinned and reached into his mother's lap, playing with what should have been mine. My wife smiled sweetly at him. After a while, his other hand reached under her skirt. My wife laughed and squeezed her legs together, "No way! Did you wash your hands today? You're touching me with dirty hands again."

My son persisted. Finally, my wife opened her legs, half-reclined on the sofa, and closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying it. I looked down and saw that my son had already squatted down and buried his head under his mother's skirt. This kid, I don't know where he learned these things, and he's quite skilled at them. My wife really looked like she was enjoying it, but she didn't dare to moan, just panting. My son looked up, smacked his lips, "Mom, it tastes so good!" "Pah! Shameless!" My wife's face also turned a little red. After all, she's from that era, and she still can't quite accept these things. She glanced at her son and said somewhat embarrassedly, "If it tastes good, then you can have a few more bites. But you have to bite lightly when you bite, you can't bite there!" I glanced to the side and saw that under my wife's skirt, her panties had already been pulled down to her ankles. Under that tuft of dark, shiny pubic hair, her two purplish-red labia were already glistening with moisture.

My son happily lowered his head again, and my wife already had an expression of ecstasy. I had never seen her so flirtatious, damn it! I cursed.

At this point, my wife started to take the initiative, her hands groping our son's body, even unzipping his pants, taking out his penis, and rubbing it in her hands. I noticed it was almost as big as mine, maybe even a bit thicker. It looked even bigger in her hands. No wonder this kid's starting to think about women.

The two of them were indulging themselves right under my nose. Of course, I was furious, but dared not make a sound. At the same time, I felt a strange, unprecedented thrill. I took a deep breath, my eyes involuntarily widening.

I was also very curious where my son had learned all this; he seemed more professional than me. Sigh, technology is too advanced these days; he knows everything he shouldn't. I turned and glanced outside the VIP box. A foreign pornographic film was playing on the screen, and the beautiful, sexy actress was moaning exaggeratedly. Looking down at the screen, the light was dim, and a few people were scattered around, mostly couples, already embracing. I could even hear a suppressed moan coming from the corner. I sighed, shook my head, and thought, "How did I end up in a place like this? What will my colleagues think if they find out?"

Thinking this, I went back to my own box and looked at the next room. My son had already poked his head out from between his mother's legs and was sitting next to his wife, hugging her tightly. One hand was still groping under his mother's skirt, while the other was already inside her clothes. His wife looked very satisfied, still holding her son's large penis in her hand. It seemed she was quite fond of it.

After a while, my son whispered something in his mother's ear, so softly I didn't hear it. I noticed my wife's face turn red, as if she was embarrassed. She lightly tapped my son and said, "You're such a trickster!" Then, she looked around the room to make sure it was quiet before lowering her head and taking my son's large penis into her mouth. Judging from her actions, my wife seemed quite experienced; she was just a little nervous in a different environment. I could tell from my son's ecstatic expression.

Seeing my wife bent over with my son's penis in her mouth, I thought to myself, "What kind of situation is this?!"

The son was quite bold. He turned to the side, grabbed his mother's buttocks, and lifted her skirt, gently pulling down her snow-white panties. Seeing his mother's round, white buttocks, he started swallowing hard, his hands encircling her large buttocks, groping her smooth skin. I couldn't bear it any longer. To be honest, although my wife was middle-aged, she was very well-maintained, especially her buttocks, which had always been my favorite—snow-white, smooth, plump, round, and elastic. Seeing them being played with like this by my son made me feel terrible.

I really wanted to rush next door, but I knew that if I did, everything I had would disappear, and I was afraid of that outcome.

Of course, my son didn't know I was next door, so he played with his mother's buttocks without restraint, occasionally leaning in to kiss her snow-white, plump buttocks.

Honestly, at that moment, I really couldn't hold back anymore. I really wanted to leave, but somehow I was also a little reluctant. And my thing down there just involuntarily got erect. I was filled with desire, something I hadn't experienced in the last ten years. Good heavens! Am I a pervert? I was shocked myself. Just as

I was feeling that what I was doing was indecent, my son whispered from next door, "Mom, you're so wet again!" My wife then looked up, wiped her mouth, and glared at her son. "It's all your fault, you bad boy, making Mom... Aren't you going to think of a solution?" My son chuckled and said softly, "Let's start then, otherwise we'll be late getting home!" "Yeah, evening self-study is almost over!" My wife nodded, glancing cautiously outside the box. I was angry. Why was there so few people in this theater? It was so quiet. Otherwise, my wife and son wouldn't have dared to continue. But deep down, I was also a little reluctant.

Seeing no one outside, the wife glanced back at her son and whispered something. The son then obediently sat on the sofa, his pants pulled down to his groin, his penis erect and wet, likely from his wife's saliva. The wife stood in front of her son, her back to him, a slightly embarrassed expression on her face. She hesitated, glanced outside again, then gently lifted her skirt, pulled down her underwear, and carefully lowered herself onto her son's large penis, grasping it in one hand. I could almost imagine how his penis slid into her moist, warm vagina. This made me incredibly jealous.

The wife swayed her large, white buttocks as she sat on her son's lap, moaning softly, but it was still irresistible. I couldn't resist now; it was just strange how I had never realized my wife was so seductive and alluring before.

For some reason, I suddenly felt a tremendous sense of pleasure, something I hadn't experienced in many years. That feeling of anger and excitement gave me an unprecedented thrill.

Good heavens, what was going on?

Watching the mother and son next door making their move, I really didn't know whether to be angry or happy. An indescribable emotion spread through my heart. Inadvertently, I glanced at my son's schoolbag thrown in the corner of the sofa, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

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