[Overseas Mother and Child Series 001 - A Caring Husband]

******Chapter 1******

Everything changed at home after she asked that crucial question that night. Susan and I have been married for 21

years and have an 18-year-old son,

Seth. She's a housewife, and as far as I know, she's never cheated. We were lying in

bed, reading, killing time as usual,

when she suddenly asked me this unbelievable question.

"Have you slept with your mother?"

"What?" I replied, bewildered.

"You heard it. When you were young, living at home, did you sleep with your mother?"

"What kind of nonsense are you thinking?"

"It's not nonsense... In fact, it's quite normal, it's just that most people don't like to talk about it.

When you were young, I understand you would keep

it a secret so your father wouldn't know, but it's been a long, long time now, I think you could

talk to your wife about it, how about it?"

"No, I haven't slept with my mother! I think that's incest, I've checked the law, it's illegal!"

My wife chuckled.

“Oh, adultery too. I looked it up last time, and I heard that 90% of married people admit to it,”

she said.

“Okay, I hope our marriage is in that 10%,” I said.

Susan rolled her eyes and laughed.

“So, have you ever fantasized about having sex with your mother?” she asked again.

“No, I haven’t fantasized at all. She’s my mother! God, what are you thinking!” I roared

.

My wife shook her head.

"Liar, it's a well-known

fact that . You've definitely fantasized about having sex with your mom, just

like Seth fantasized about having sex with me."

"Susan, that's insane! How can you say that about your own son?"

"Because it's true… He's no different from his peers; he also dreams of getting

between his mom's legs while his dad's at work.

It's perfectly natural!"

"You know nothing."

"Honey, believe me, I'm his mother, and mothers know these things."

"Oh, don't be like that, Susan, you seem to know a lot about what our kids are thinking." "

Heh, mothers generally know their sons better than you think."

"Oh? Really? So, what do you know about Seth that I don't?" I asked curiously.

"I know he masturbates three times a day, sometimes four. He fantasizes about rubbing his penis against my red-

painted toenails, he often

sneaks through the laundry basket when we're not home, and he likes to sniff the crotch of my dirty underwear. He also likes

housewives , especially after they get pregnant... Do you want

to know more?"

Her words left me speechless.

"How do you know these things?"

Susan smiled mysteriously.

"Mothers have their own ways."

"You haven't talked to him about these things, have you?"

"Honey, when you're at work, you don't pay much attention to Seth and me. At home, mothers

and sons have their own little world, and

fathers don't get to pay much attention."

"Susan, you and Seth haven't..." I couldn't finish my sentence.

"Sex? If I really had sex with our son, it would mean I'm attracted to him, and that

's not something a wife should be honest about with her husband

."

I started to feel my blood boiling.

"Susan, just tell me, yes or no. Did you and Seth have sex?"

My face flushed red. My wife giggled, her fingers brushing my cheek.

"Sweetheart, do you want to know everything? It'll make you very sad." She laughed smugly.

"I just feel I have the right to know!"

"No, you don't! Darling, I love you, but you're a father, a husband, and you shouldn't

interfere in our mother-son relationship.

Whatever happens when you're not home is none of your business, nor is it your concern. If the mother

and son in this house have sex, you should act

no differently than those unsuspecting fathers, never knowing anything."

She kissed my lips, smiling brightly.

"You're tired, tomorrow's another day, go to sleep, darling."

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The next morning, I woke up as usual. Susan had

made me breakfast and walked me to the door. She

was wearing a thin silk nightgown, revealing her beautiful breasts underneath. I saw Seth come

downstairs in shorts and sit on the sofa.

"He's up early," I said.

"Yeah, I told him he could paint Mom's nails and wash her dirty clothes," she chuckled.

I was devastated.

"Are you two going to do anything else today?" I asked skeptically.

"Oh, I think we'll find something to do," she said with a bright smile, "You have to go,

honey, or you'll be late."

I walked out the door and heard it slam shut. I walked to my car and heard my wife lock the door from

the inside . Thinking about

what kind of world she had created for Seth while I was out, and surprisingly, my

penis was erect in my underwear!

God, I knew it, I was one of those bad kids who fantasized about having sex with my own mother!

******Chapter Two******

I couldn't concentrate on work all day, my mind constantly replaying this question: Did my wife really

sleep with my 18-year-old son? Finally

, around noon, I picked up the phone, intending to call home and perhaps get some news.

The phone rang and rang until finally my wife answered.

"Hello... hello..." she said, her breath coming in gasps.

"Hello, baby, it's me."

There were strange sounds in the background, like flesh hitting flesh.

"Baby, I... I can't—" she took a deep breath, her voice trembling, "I

can't talk to you right now, call back later."

Ding! She hung up on me. I felt dizzy. I never imagined my wife would

do this , especially with our son.

Was it really true?

I left work early that day, wanting to investigate, to confirm this. Just as I was about to get home

, I saw my wife and son

start her Mini from the parking lane. I followed them to a shopping mall on the other side of the city, then secretly followed

them inside. I was shocked to find

them holding hands, like lovers, my wife looking like a young girl experiencing her first love.

I watched them stroll hand in hand through the

shops, like children in love, but she was no longer young. She was a 38-year-old married

woman , while he was only an 18-year-old young man. Even so

, my wife leaned against him, so intimately, her hand never leaving my son's. I saw

them sitting on a bench, my wife's

arm wrapped around Seth's neck, her fingers gently stroking his hair. She whispered

something in his ear, but I guessed it was sweet,

loving words. I can't read lips, but it was clear her words contained many "fuck," "cock," and "pussy

." And that wasn't all; my wife even

took off her sandals, placing her feet on my son's calves, gently rubbing them, and the two passionately

kissed , oblivious to the people around them. After a

while, they left the mall together. I thought they would go home, but things didn't go as planned. My wife drove

out of town and into the woods. She

changed direction on a side street , and I suddenly realized where she wanted to take him. It was a very secluded place,

a place my wife and I used to frequent for our

trysts when we were dating. Knowing where they were going, I parked my car and followed them on foot. Fifteen minutes later, I

arrived and saw my wife's car parked

under a clump of bushes. I also noticed they weren't wasting any time; the car windows were already fogged up, and the car was

shaking violently. Hearing the lewd

moans coming from inside the car, I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

"Oh! That's it!... Harder! Harder! Baby, you're fucking your mother so good!" my wife

cried out.

"Ah! God! Fuck me to death!!! Fuck your mother's pussy, baby!!!" she screamed.

"Oh, use your big cock to spread open my little pussy, quick!!!"

"Oh, being fucked by a real man, it feels so good! That's it, harder...deeper!!!

Oh, God, fuck me harder, I can't

take it anymore!!! I can't take it anymore!!!"

I couldn't take it anymore, I could only turn around and run away, desperately running towards my car, but my wife

's moans still pierced through the forest and into my eardrums

. I ran to the car, my heart pounding, and anger burning fiercely inside me. I jumped into the car,

started the engine, and drove away angrily. On the way home

, the image of my son lying on top of my wife's long, beautiful legs deeply hurt me. But

what do?

That night, my wife and I sat on either side of our wedding bed. She was flipping through a magazine, and I

pretended to be reading, but I knew I was suppressing

the anger in my heart. At this moment, she put down the magazine and looked at me.

"Darling, I have something to tell you," she said.

"What is it?" I asked, anticipating the worst, as nothing could

surprise .

"I'm pregnant," she said happily.

For years, my penis had been inside my wife without a condom more than once or twice. She knew, I knew, she knew

I knew.

"Not mine, right?" I saw a strange smile on her face.

"Yeah."

"Then Seth's?"

Her expression turned serious.

"Before you leave, I have to warn you, my dad's a lawyer. If you leave me, you know

Seth and I will get everything, and you'll

have nothing." She warned me.

"How long have you two been together?"

"That's not for you to know. What you need to know is that Seth and I have decided some things have to

change."

"Like what?" I asked angrily.

"Okay, first, I'll have this child, Seth's and my child. Second, Seth will move into this

bedroom and sleep with me, and you'll

move to his room from now on."

"Oh my god, I agree!" I was silent for a moment, then agreed.

“Third, if you refuse, Seth and I will move to another apartment and sue you,

taking all your property,” she

said confidently.

“That’s insane! You’re my wife!”

“Yes, you’re my husband too, and you will be, but my primary husband and lover will be Seth.

We’ve decided that your role is

to provide for us. By the way, Seth and I will stay home and have children together; we’ve already decided to have

three.”

“You mean, I can’t even sleep with my own wife?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes, I’m sorry, but from today onwards, Seth and I will sleep in this bed.”

She glanced towards the door.

“Seth, darling, is that you outside?”

My son came into the bedroom with a bag of his belongings. He looked at me and his mother.

“Sorry, Dad,” he said with a grin.

"Honey, why don't you come in, wash up, and then go to bed with me?"

I asked, my stomach aching. My wife stared at me sternly.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone with the father of my child. Pack your things and

go to your room."

"Honey, please... let's talk this over." I pleaded.

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm sorry, darling, but you're no longer the owner of this house."

"I'll try, I swear," I said desperately.

"Honey, don't be like this! You can try your best, but you'll never be

half . You can't satisfy me; you don't have enough

energy or stamina. Whether you like it or not, you really don't have the right tools to do this

job ... but your son does."

Her words were like a sharp knife piercing my heart. I rolled off the bed and started packing my

things. Seth came out of the bathroom and went

to his mother's side. She immediately pulled him close, her full breasts pressing against his strong chest.

"This is my new husband, come here and kiss your pregnant wife."

Like a nightmare I could never wake from, I watched the two of them entwined in bed, my son nestled

between his mother's legs. I could hear them kissing

, their breathing rapid. My wife peeked out from under the covers, looking at me.

"Baby, after you leave, could you turn off the light and lock the door?"

I could only obediently nod.

That night, I lay on my new bed in my new bedroom, quietly listening to the lewd sounds coming from next door, the same place my wife and I had shared

not long ago . Now,

I could only hear her high-pitched moans echoing in the house.

"Like this, baby, harder!!! Harder!"

"Oh! Fill my pussy with your big cock! Oh, God, you're going to make me cum again! Oh! God!

Harder, fuck me... I can't take it anymore

!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!!..."

All night long, I listened to their incestuous lewd words, my heart aching. My wife and son continued their intimacy and

had a son, whom they named

Sethjr. Years later, they had two more children, both boys, just as they

had planned . When the children were teenagers,

Seth found a young and beautiful woman, and his mother allowed them to marry. Seth moved away, leaving his

children with me and his mother. For several years,

I finally returned to my marital home. But this happiness was short-lived. One night, we were sitting on the bed,

doing our usual things. There

was a knock on the bedroom door. It was Sethjr, now 18,

standing . My wife, now in her fifties

, put down her magazine, turned, and smiled at me.

"Darling, hurry up and pack your things,"

she said, her eyes sharp.

[The End]

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