A real man

I. A Wife and Child's Adultery: The world's splendor, in the end, is nothing but wishful thinking. Living is sometimes a joke, sometimes a tragicomedy to be performed. I, Zhang Huicheng, am a man in my early forties, the prime of my career. I've worked hard, step by step, forgetting how much hardship I endured, but now it's all worth it. I'm a department head in a state-owned enterprise, earning six or seven hundred thousand a year. My wife can now stay home like a housewife, managing household chores, going shopping, and playing mahjong with her friends. Chen Danxia, thirty-nine years old, has been pampered and cherished by me since our marriage. I allowed her to work when we first got married, but after she gave birth at twenty-four, I stopped her. Yes, seeing her in excruciating pain in the delivery room, I vowed to treat her well from now on and never let her suffer again. I pamper her, and I pamper our son, Zhang Tianqing. The name Tianqing (meaning "sunny day") comes from the fact that when my son was born, the continuous rainy weather suddenly cleared up. We named him to commemorate that day and also to hope that our family's future will be sunny. After my son's birth, everything went smoothly. My career progressed, and our family's financial situation improved. My son is very handsome, obedient, and a good student. He just started high school this year and got into a top high school in the city, so he's boarding there, coming home one and a half days a week. Yes, I'm a lucky man, and you could say I've achieved some small success in life. Today is Friday, and tomorrow is the weekend. My son is coming home this afternoon. His school has two classes on Friday afternoons before letting students off. I drove home, arriving at 5:20. I finished work at 5:00, and it's only a ten-minute drive from home, but the traffic wasn't great today. I slowly walked upstairs. Fridays are always the happiest time of the week because my son is home. At this age, all the hard work and struggle is for this precious son. Thinking about my life, although it's a bit monotonous, there's always something to enjoy. I opened the door, and there were my son's shoes in the entryway. He was home early as always. "Tianqing's back!" I greeted him happily. "Yeah, I'm home," came the voice from his room. "Yeah, our son just got here too," came my wife's voice, also from his room. I excitedly went to my son's room, pushed open the half-closed door, and saw him taking his books, homework, and a rather difficult-to-wash jacket out of his bag. My wife was taking clothes out of the closet by the bed, the open door obscuring her view. "It's getting cold. Son, remember to bring these thermal underwear this time. Your health is the most important thing at school; don't catch a cold." "Okay, Mom, don't worry, I'll be careful," the mother and son chatted. I was tired after a long day and wanted to take a shower before eating. "Son, are you hungry? Dad will take a shower first, then we'll eat," I said with a smile, before turning back to my room to get a change of clothes and prepare for a shower. "You little rascal..." I faintly heard my wife's voice as I left my son's room. Heh, she really loves to nag. I grabbed a change of clothes, went to the bathroom, closed the door, took off my sweat-smelling clothes, and started showering. The warm water washed away all my fatigue. My emotions calmed down. Thinking of my son, my wife, and the good life I have now, I couldn't help but feel happy. "Huh, why did my wife take out the clothes today? Shouldn't she have put them in my son's bag the day he left? And when he took things out of his bag with his back to me, he sounded a little breathless." Years of hard work have honed my senses to a high degree. Being good at making connections and associations is probably one of the little skills I've developed over the years. A sense of foreboding, a feeling of taboo, arose in my heart. "Why am I thinking like this?" I kept telling myself. Yes, how could something like this happen? Although I occasionally indulge in erotic fantasies, those incestuous stories are just for reading; they don't feel real at all. But a feeling of fear and tension made me want to go back to my son's room to check. I hesitated. "You little rascal..." A phrase suddenly popped into my head, making me decide. I left the shower running, creating a watery mess, and dried myself off quickly, putting on my underwear but not my slippers, so I could make very little noise. I gently moved the bathroom door open and tiptoed to my son's room. The door was ajar, with only a ten-centimeter gap. "Hmm, this way I can hear if there's water in the bathroom without making a lot of noise from inside the room," I unconsciously commented on this. I slowly approached. "Hmm...hmm...hmm...hurry, hmm...hurry, it won't be good after your dad takes a shower. Hmm...hmm..." It was my wife's voice, suppressed moans. "Oh...oh...um...almost there, oh...Dad's still taking a shower, the door's ajar, um...um...can...can I hear if he's finished showering...um, um..." My son's voice was filled with an indescribable comfort. Clearly, the ominous premonition in my heart had become reality. In that instant, I didn't know what was wrong with me, what to do. Rushing in to catch them in adultery—this was my life, the path I'd walked step by step. If I went in now, my purpose in life, my happiness, my fighting spirit, would all be gone. And what could I do if I went in? Kill them? Whether it was a frenzy or a strange kind of calm, I suddenly had the idea of getting to know this mother and son better. God, my son and my wife. "Mmm, Mom, that feels good. Mmm." "Mmm...um...you little rascal...um..." For some reason, I didn't dare to lean in, only listening to the sounds and imagining the scene inside. "Oh...oh...oh." "Mmm...um..." My wife and son kept their voices very low. "Mmm...mmmmm..." "Mmm...mmm...Mom, I'm coming, mmm..." The moans brought me back to reality. With the rapid "slap slap slap slap" of penetration, I knew my son had ejaculated. "You came in five or six minutes, you must have been holding it in at school." "Yeah, I was so uncomfortable last night." "You...you..." Without listening to their conversation, I quickly returned to the bathroom, took off my underwear, and rinsed off. The scene had left me drenched in sweat. I deliberately slammed the bathroom door open, put on my slippers, and even went into my son's room to check on him. "Son, dinner's ready!" I called as I entered the room. "Mmm," my son replied. My wife was no longer in the room. My son was sitting in front of the computer, browsing Renren.com. The window was open, but the faint scent of lovemaking lingered in the air. As I left the room, my wife called from the kitchen, "Come and eat, everyone." I went back to my room, put on my shirt and trousers, and went to the dining room. The food was plentiful. My wife and son sat on either side, leaving the head seat in the middle empty for me. After I sat down, we officially began eating. At the table, my son kept telling us about what happened at school. After all, it's only the first semester of his first year of high school, and there are many things he hasn't encountered before. So every week when he comes home, he tells us about his new and exciting experiences. After dinner, my son went to his room to go online, I went to my room to read the news, and my wife watched a TV series in the living room. It had been two or three hours since I witnessed my wife's incestuous relationship, and my mind had calmed down. My mind kept wandering. "When did these two get together?" "Should I tell them in front of them, or just tell my wife and let her handle it herself? Or should I continue to observe how things develop?" "Am I not enough to satisfy my wife?" Even though I was faced with something that most people would find unbearable, I didn't explode. Heh, everyone can play the role of a good husband, a good father. But once you remove that outer layer, everyone is different. Everyone has their own unique side, whether sacred or dark. Heh, son, wife. I've decided to start living my life properly. Sure enough, everyone in life can betray you. The rewards of your efforts are always so unexpected. That night, I lay in bed with my wife, looking at her body. Although she's thirty-nine, she eats healthily and loves to move around, so she's slim and petite. No perky buttocks, no large breasts, but her small body makes her look only about thirty-five. Heh, son, did you enjoy it? I'll make you enjoy it even more. Thinking this, I pressed myself against my wife. "You rascal, you want it?" "Yeah, I can't." "We're an old married couple, and you still do it two or three times a week." "Because you're tempting." Without much foreplay, my seventeen-centimeter penis slid in, completely inside. Without using any techniques, confident in my endurance, I used the speed of a 100-meter dash and the stamina of a marathon to make my wife ecstatic for forty minutes. As my semen spurted out, I lay on my side next to my wife, who had already orgasmed three times.
II. Midnight Affair
Lying beside my wife, watching her satisfied expression, I couldn't help but wonder, "Is our son better than me?" My wife's petite body was curled up, breathing softly. "You rascal, still so amazing." "Still so amazing, why are you still doing it with our son?" Although I thought this to myself, I didn't say it aloud. "Our son ejaculated in less than a minute while I was showering, he's probably not satisfied yet, is he eavesdropping in the next room?" My mind wandered, and my lower body began to react again, so I pressed myself against my wife again... I woke up in the morning, it was past nine, and my son still hadn't woken up. The early morning is the time to plan and think about life. Yes, that's right. What should I do next? Overnight, I felt that the relationship between my wife and son had become special. To be honest, people are easily changed. Especially after a setback. Why do people work hard to earn money to give their families a good life? Isn't it to satisfy their own male chauvinism? In the end, people are still for themselves. What about family ties and love? They're all fleeting compared to sex. Yes, I should live my life for myself. My career is still mine, and the good life they enjoy is thanks to me. I can still be a successful person without them, but they would be homeless without me. Thinking about this, my distorted mind started to treat them as actors in my own play, but I am definitely the lead actor, and of course, I am also the investor. "Dad, good morning." "Hmm, good morning." My son got up, looking like he hadn't slept well last night. Seeing my son like this, I no longer felt the usual worry, but rather a strange sense of joy. But I am the lead actor, I want to be the Best Actor. "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?" I patted my son's head, looking concerned. "No, I'm just a little tired usually, so I slept too comfortably on the weekend and overslept a bit." My son said lazily, but I still caught a glimpse of tension in his eyes. Hehe, he must have heard too much last night and was too excited to sleep. During lunch, my son would occasionally give his mother a few longing glances. Though subtle, they couldn't escape my sharp eyes. What I wanted to do was create trouble for them. Seeing his burning desire, yet unable to be satisfied, gave me a strange, satisfying feeling. "Mom, take me to the shopping center in the city this afternoon to buy a pair of shoes. The heels of my sneakers are a bit worn out." "Okay, sure. I'll take you after lunch." "Okay, Mom's so kind." Hehe, I felt like I was even more insightful than Zhuge Liang, able to see through everything at a glance. I smiled. "What, is Dad not good enough? Dad's going too this afternoon. Buy whatever you like, Dad'll pay for it all." "No, no, Dad's good too, but Mom can come with me. Dad works so hard during the week, he needs to rest on weekends!" Seeing my son's slightly anxious expression, I chuckled to myself. "Dad wants to go out for a walk too, and spend some time with my precious son." My resolute expression left my son speechless, so after dinner, I drove my wife and son to the shopping mall. Along the way, my son and wife sat in the back seat, my wife close by, but her hands and feet were relatively well-behaved. I could even sense my son's desire to devour his petite and charming mother. Wanting to eat but not being able to is the loneliest thing~ I hummed a little tune to myself. I stayed with my wife and son all afternoon. At one point, my son asked my wife to take him to the restroom, which I accepted. Little rascal, trying to have some public restroom passion! I was particularly happy today and bought myself a lot of things. Although my son also bought quite a lot and seemed happy, I couldn't hide my subtle displeasure. For dinner, I took my wife and son to a Western restaurant in the shopping mall. I ordered my favorite T-bone steak and rum. I forgot what they ordered, but the meal was quite enjoyable. Okay, I admit my psychology is a little twisted, but I'm happy with it. Back home, I put down my bags and said, "I'm going to take a shower first, you guys can shower later." I was exhausted after a long day, sweating a lot, and just wanted to relax with a shower. But how could I forget about this mother and son? Looking at my son's slightly excited expression, I chuckled to myself. I deliberately went into the bathroom without a change of underwear, turned on the water, and started showering. So comfortable, so very comfortable. Water is truly a magical thing; it seems to really wash away fatigue. About two minutes later, I opened the bathroom door and called out with a sly grin, "Honey, I forgot my underwear, can you get it for me?" "Okay, coming right now." As I expected, the voice came from my son's room. "Here you go." My wife handed me the underwear. "Thanks, my dear wife," I teased. My wife smiled and turned away. Fast! Very fast! I remembered a title from the first part of the *Storm Riders* comic: "Swords are fast, arrows are fast, but I'm faster." That picture described Nie Feng's incredibly fast Wind God Leg technique, but I felt my current movements were incredibly fast. As a forty-year-old man, I still have a strong passion for traditional martial arts. I finished showering in just one minute. I yanked open the bathroom door with the air of a hero descending from heaven, haha, I'm sure I ruined my son's plans again. My wife came out of our son's room. "Finished? I'm going to shower now." I glanced at her; her clothes were intact, but the collar was a little wrinkled, and the overall look was slightly crooked. According to my analysis, she must have been about to do something but was interrupted. A sense of knowing everything welled up inside me. I went back to my room, put on a polo shirt and casual trousers, and went to my son's room. "Dad," my son greeted me, his tone a little unnatural. Hehe, of course. "Hmm." I sat down on my son's bed. "Son, study hard, okay? If you need anything, just tell Dad, and Dad will buy it for you." I was sure I was being kind. "I bought a lot of things today. I don't want anything for now," my son said, pretending to be obedient. I looked at my son's bed. What kind of bed was this? The bed where my wife and son had made love. "Hmm, that's good." I pretended to pat my pockets. "Oh, I'm out of cigarettes. Dad's going to buy a pack. We've run out of cigarettes." There's no supermarket in the neighborhood; it's only a five or six-minute walk from outside. It'll take twenty minutes to go there and back. When my son heard me say that, he showed a hint of surprise, but still said with concern, "Dad, you should smoke less, okay?" "Okay." I left the house, but after a few steps, I went back. When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was my son coming out of his room. When he saw me, his expression was extremely unnatural; to me, it contained fear, surprise, and disappointment. "Dad, why are you back again?" "Walking that far will make you sweat, and it's not comfortable to sleep like that. I'll listen to you and smoke less." "Oh, okay." My son pretended to walk to the living room, poured himself a glass of water, sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV. A little while later, my wife came out, and my son hurriedly went into the bathroom. "He probably wants to masturbate with his mother's underwear he just changed out of," I guessed confidently. It was late at night, and I was satisfied with my day's work. Thinking about that unfilial son's uncontrollable lust filled me with satisfaction. What's wrong with me? Why do I have such a twisted thought? But I feel like doing this satisfies my deepest desires. Yes, for so many years, I've always made sure to destroy those who openly or secretly oppose me. I'm a grown man; how could I not retaliate against such betrayal from my wife and children? I even planned to abandon them after my son's college entrance exams, sending them both plummeting into the abyss. This is an Oscar-worthy performance that even "Infernal Affairs" couldn't deliver. My self-esteem soared. My son is going back to school tomorrow, and thinking about his pent-up lust, unable to be released, I smiled—a sweet smile. Pah, sweet my foot! A grown man speaking sweetly, hehe. Satisfied, I pressed myself against my wife beside me. "Didn't you just come yesterday? Why do you want it again today?" "To strengthen our bond. Hehe." "You're so naughty, you rascal." I was probably a bit tired today, and I came in less than half an hour. Sweet, ugh, ugh, why is it sweet again? I must have drifted off to sleep comfortably. I dreamt that I was like God, looking down on the vast land, watching the heroic border guards, watching the working people sweating profusely, watching the rivers flow into the sea, watching all things grow. Of course, I also saw my beautiful wife and somewhat handsome son making love in an unknown hotel. "Mmm, mmm, Mom~ So comfortable~ Are you comfortable~" "Mmm, comfortable, mmm, oh, so comfortable." My son's strong body kept moving, lifting his mother's legs onto his shoulders. My wife's buttocks, which were not full but very firm, kept responding. "Mom, so tight, so comfortable." "Mmm, mmm, mmm." My wife didn't reply, she just kept responding. "Mom, is Dad's bigger or mine bigger, oh~" the son asked, gesturing with his tongue. "Your dad's bigger, but yours feels better." "Hmph, fuck you, um, um~ um~ um~" "Oh~ oh~ oh~" As the God in my dream, my wife's answer made me want to praise her. "Um." A groan full of reality pulled me back to reality. I opened my eyes; it was still night, and the only light coming from the apartment building's security lights was a faint glow. "Are you trying to kill me? What if your dad wakes up?" My wife's voice was barely audible. "Mom, I can't take it anymore. Um~"I felt the bed shake slightly. Like a strategist, I immediately understood what had happened. That wretched son couldn't stand it in the middle of the night and came to our room to have sex with his mother. I was lying on my side, the blanket covering the lower half of my face, but I could still see what was happening beside me. My wife wasn't under the blanket; she was lying flat, her hands supporting her son's shoulders, her legs spread in an M shape. She was still wearing her lace panties, but the crotch had been pulled to one side, revealing a penis about 3cm in diameter inserted inside. My son wasn't wearing underwear or a t-shirt; he was completely naked, pressing down on my wife, his hands on the bed, his lower body slowly making piston-like movements. "Mmm..." My wife kept her moans very low. "Hurry up, or I'll be dead if your dad wakes up." "Hoo... hoo... hoo... Mom, you're so good." "You brat, where did you get the nerve? Aren't you afraid your dad will beat you to death?" "Afraid? Of course I'm afraid, but suffocating is even worse." "Mmm... mmm..." "Oh... mmm..." The extremely light moans of a man and a woman continued for three or four minutes. Listening to these sounds, I felt a lot of bleeding from my lower body. My brain was constantly being bombarded by the stimulation. What a rascal! He dares to do something so daring. It seems that abandoning you later was too lenient. It looks like I'll have to think of something else to torture you. Lost in thought, she suddenly heard her son say, "Mom, I can't get out." "What should we do?" "Mom, let's get out of bed." With that, her son pulled his wife off the bed, pointing to the low cabinet beside it, "Mom, lie down here." "Let's go to the toilet, it's safer there." "No, I want to do it next to Dad, that way I'll cum quickly." "You, you, I don't know what you're thinking, ugh, you're really not afraid of death." Despite his words, his wife still lay down on the low cabinet, pulled her panties down to her left ankle, lifted her hips, and turned her head gently, saying, "Come on, hurry up." "Okay." Her son, holding his penis, approached his wife. Tsk tsk tsk, it really wasn't as big as his, about 3cm in diameter and 13-14cm in length, still a bit smaller than his. He rubbed the head of his penis against his wife's vaginal opening a few times before inserting it. "Oh~" her son groaned contentedly. "You're going to die, keep it down, don't wake your dad." "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...okay." The son lowered his voice, talking as he thrust. The wife's endurance was noticeably better, only occasionally letting out soft "uh~" sounds. Of course, if it were my big cock, I believe the wife wouldn't be able to hold back even if she wanted to. The silence in the room made the "slap slap slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding all the more obvious. Sure enough, this scene was quite stimulating. After two minutes on the low cabinet, the son started to speed up, "Oh, oh oh~ I can't take it anymore, I'm coming." After a dozen or so thrusts, the son lay on his wife's back. "Alright, you little devil," the wife patted her son's back and said. "Mmm, so comfortable, Mom." "Really, go to sleep early." "Okay." The wife and son went out together, and after a while, the sound of water came from the bathroom. The wife was probably washing her genitals. Half a minute later, the wife came back and lay down next to my body, which was still burning with desire, and fell asleep. I won't sleep tonight...
III. Wife seeing him off
A loving mother moaned beneath her crotch, a wandering son pressed down upon her. A secret lovemaking before departure, fearing the fire wouldn't extinguish. Last night, sleepless, the scene of my wife and son's affair beside me made me feel as if I had lost myself. I believe I was angry, but as I squinted at this lustful mother and son making love by the low cabinet, I truly became hard, even imagining myself as the son, beside my sleeping father (of course, I was awake at the time), fucking my wife, my own mother. I even thought that I, who could usually last half an hour, wouldn't last ten minutes under such stimulation. It's seven in the morning now. My wife slept soundly last night. She seemed exhausted, right? Such an affair must be physically and mentally exhausting. I gently stroked my wife's body, her small but firm breasts. I gently rubbed her nipple. "Mmm~ You rascal~ You're up so early in the morning~ No~ I'm a little tired~" my wife said coquettishly. "How could I not be tired? Having an affair with my son in the middle of the night, who wouldn't be tired?" Thinking this, I pressed myself against my wife, unbuttoned her pajamas, gently biting her nipple, my left hand expertly teasing her lower body. "Mmm~ Mmm~ You rascal, no~ Mmm~ Didn't we just do it the night before last?" "You did it the night before last, can't we do it now?" I teased, but my left hand intensified its attack. "Mmm~" My wife's thighs rubbed against my hand as she squeezed them together. Gently, I pulled down my underwear, revealing my penis, which had been stimulated all night, and swayed it in front of my wife. She looked at it, then grasped my penis with her two delicate hands and began to stroke it up and down. "That's about enough, I want to come in." With that, I spread my wife's thighs apart. She instinctively released her hands and placed them on my waist. I guided my penis with my right hand, pressing it against her wet opening, and slowly inserted it… "Mmm… um…" my wife gasped, closing her eyes. Her hands slid from her waist up to her chest, and her legs wrapped around my waist. My penis moved in and out of her warm, wet opening, squeezing and kneading her not-so-full breasts. "Mmm, um… oh… so forceful so early in the morning, mmm… mmm… don't pull so fast, I… I… um…" my wife moaned softly, probably afraid of waking our son. Although the room was soundproofed, it was still audible to the rest of the house if she was too loud. "Hmph, last night you were afraid to make a sound for fear of waking me up, and now you're making such a soft sound for fear of waking our son. You slut, making love must be exhausting." I sneered inwardly, thinking about how my son had ejaculated inside his mother last night, and my emotions surged. I increased the intensity of my thrusts. "Mmm~~mmm~~ah~~mmm!! Oh~you rascal, don't...too~too hard~I~I~oh oh~~" My wife moaned continuously. Perhaps because it was morning, my penis didn't feel very strong. Around eight o'clock, with a strong thrust, a stream of hot semen poured into my wife's vagina. My wife was covered in sweat and looked slightly exhausted. "I'm going to die, you want to kill someone first thing in the morning." "Yeah, I want to kill someone." I replied with a laugh. After getting up, everything was pretty much the same as last week, the week before last, and the week before that. My wife was preparing lunch, my son was playing on the computer in his room, and I was watching TV in the living room. My wife got dressed and said, "I'm going to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and beef." "Okay," I replied perfunctorily. Suddenly, my son came running out. "Mom, I'm going to the supermarket too! I've run out of shower gel and shampoo in my dorm room." "Just ask your mom to bring them," I said lazily, but I knew exactly what my son was thinking. "No, there are so many kinds of shampoo and shower gel, I'll just go and choose myself." He put on his shoes in the entryway and followed his mother, who was already waiting at the door. "Bang." The door was gently closed by my son, and I could almost picture the lewd look on his face outside. Heh, this mother and son are quite something. They did it last night, and they're doing it again today. Anyway, they'll always find a chance if they want to. You can't stop them completely. I'll just kill them when the time comes. I also got dressed and put on my shoes, and about two minutes later, I went out to see the bestial behavior of this mother and son. Haha, I've realized my own twisted psychology, but it's only a little bit twisted, that's about it. Finding a hotel nearby isn't realistic; after all, if they run into acquaintances at the hotel entrance, things will get awkward. Where to go then? A public toilet in the nearby park for some fun? But if someone uses the toilet, it could lead to a "toilet door" incident. Perhaps the garage is a good option. Walking towards the garage, which is at the back of the house, I walked out of the building and turned a corner. Because we have two cars, one for myself and one for my wife, we bought two garages when we bought the house. The two garages are adjacent. Not far away, I saw the mother and son outside my wife's garage. My wife was opening the garage door, and my son's hand was already restlessly stroking his mother's waist. After opening the garage door, my wife cautiously looked around and saw me walking towards them. She clearly paused, then tugged at her somewhat lewd son. Seeing me, he immediately straightened his hands. As I approached, my wife spoke first: "Hey~ why did you come down?" "I just got a call, I have some urgent business at work. Why did you drive there even though the supermarket is so close?" "Yeah, I was worried I had too much stuff, so I drove." "Oh, I see. I'll head over first. It's not a big deal, but it's pretty urgent." "Okay. Go ahead then." "Okay." I opened the garage door. Before I got in the car, my wife specifically came over and asked, "Are you coming back for lunch?" "I'll be right back, I'll come back for lunch." "Oh, okay." Then she went back to drive. I drove out first, and after a while, I realized my wife's car wasn't on the road in the neighborhood. I guessed what was going on, parked in the parking lot next to the neighborhood park, and hurried back to the garage. The garage door was closed, but if I listened closely, I could still hear someone inside. "Mom, Dad's car left a few minutes ago, and the garage door is closed. Let's go." "Tianqing, didn't we do it once last night? Why are you doing it again now? It's not good for your health, you know?" "I was in a hurry to come out last night, and I didn't really enjoy myself. I'll be back for several days this time, and I'll be so pent up. Besides, Mom and Dad did it this morning, and I can't stand the sounds." My son said with a hint of coquetry. "Was I that loud this morning?" "No, I came here to eavesdrop." "You, really. Your dad went to work. How about we buy the things and do it in your room? It's not appropriate to do it here." "No, what if Dad's home when we get back? Let's do it now." "Um... um... wait, don't be in such a hurry..." It seemed they had started. I gently opened my garage door, made my way in, and then closed it again. Because the two garage doors belonged to my brother, when the garage lights were installed, the wiring ran through the wall, creating a hole about 4 centimeters in diameter. Through this hole, I could see what was happening in the neighboring garage. My wife was crouching behind the car, her trousers and underwear pulled down to her left ankle. Her right foot looked like it had just been barefoot, now resting on a classic leather shoe. Her buttocks were raised, and her knitted top and lace bra were rolled up to her chest. Behind her, her son was squatting, licking his mother's vulva, his hands kneading her not-so-full but firm buttocks. Gradually, my wife's face flushed, and her lower body began to writhe. She turned to her son and said, "That's enough, but don't ejaculate inside. It'll get your underwear dirty." Her son stood up and obediently said, "I've got one ready." He pulled a package from his pocket—probably condoms. Good heavens, this little guy carries those around with him. The son hurriedly tore open the condom and handed it to his mother, saying as he unbuckled his belt, "Mom, help me put this on." The wife turned and squatted down, looking at the already erect penis, stroking it with her hand, skillfully putting on the condom, then turned back and lay down on the car. The son held the penis against his mother's labia, then thrust his hips forward. "Mmm..." the wife moaned softly. "Mom, so wet and comfortable~ Mmm...oh..." The son thrust his penis back and forth, occasionally pinching his mother's buttocks or breasts. "Mmm...mmm...oh...Tianqing, mmm~oh...still so impatient~mmm...ah...ah~ah..." "Mom, it feels so good~ I love fucking you the most...Mom, you're so good..." "Ah...ah...ah...if Mom isn't good, who is?""Oh..." "Slap slap slap slap slap..." The sounds of flesh colliding echoed from one garage to another. "Mmm~ Ah... Mmm... Tianqing, harder... Mmm... Yes... Mmm..." The son moved with all his might, and gradually, his legs began to tremble. "Mmm, Mom, it feels so good." "Mmm... Mmm... Does it feel good?" "It feels good." "Mmm~ Ah... Ah..." After a few minutes of wildness, the son slowed down and began to control the rhythm. "Slap~ Slap... Slap~" "Mmm... Oh... Mmm... Mmm~" The collision of flesh and the screams of the soul intertwined into a forbidden symphony. Gradually, the son's movements became more vigorous, and his mother's moans became even more alluring. About 15 minutes later, the son ejaculated and lay limply on his mother's back. After a while, the son pulled out his limp penis, removed the condom, and his mother opened the bag beside her, took out tissues to wipe their genitals, and wrapped the condom inside the tissues. The mother and son huddled together against the car, their upper bodies still covered by their clothes, but their pants still reaching their ankles. "Mom, we have our sports meet this Thursday and Friday." "Hmm." "No classes, you can leave the school grounds, but you can't go home. Mom, come see me." "No." "Please, Mom..." he said, reaching out to knead his wife's breasts through her clothes. "Okay, okay, we'll see. If you can come, then come." "Mwah~ Mom's the best~" After a while, the mother and son straightened their clothes, opened the garage door, and drove to the supermarket.
IV. Sports Meet
When my wife and son returned from the supermarket and saw that I was already home, my son said, "Dad, you're back." "Yeah, things were a bit urgent, but we resolved them quickly." My wife and son carried the shopping bags towards the kitchen. "Luckily I was smart; I told Dad might be back before us," my son whispered to his mother, but I could still hear him. My mother reached out and ruffled his hair. "You, really." After lunch, because we had a lot of groceries, I drove my son back to school. Along the way, my son sat quietly in the back seat, chatting with me every now and then. I reminded him to study hard, and he obediently responded. "Is your sports meet coming up soon?" I asked deliberately. "Oh, yes, this Thursday and Friday. Dad, how did you know?" "Dad went to school for many years, you know? Sports meets are usually held around this time." "Oh, I see. I signed up for the 200 meters." "That's great! Do you want Dad to come cheer you on?" "Ah, no, no, I'd rather not. Dad, you're so busy and tired, and the 200 meters only has preliminary and final rounds, it'll be over quickly. If you come, you won't get to watch for long." My son answered a little anxiously. "Oh, I wasn't even sure I'd come, but since it's so boring, I won't." "Okay." My son's reassurance couldn't lie to me, but he thought he hadn't shown it. After returning from school, it was back to just my husband and me at home. Although it seemed the same as usual, it felt completely different. Thinking about what had happened recently, I didn't know what I really wanted to achieve. I'm an ambitious and vengeful man, and I've gradually come to understand that the beauty of family is also a way for me to demonstrate my abilities and value. But now, there are undercurrents in the family. Some things can be changed, but some things can only be destroyed! Wednesday night arrived quickly. Lying in bed, I noticed my wife's mood was slightly off. It wasn't obvious, but perhaps she knew beforehand that she would be having sex with our son the next day, and I sensed something was amiss with her. We'd been making love every night for the past few days, leaving her somewhat exhausted. This kind of physical exertion is a bit of a burden for someone as busy as me, but it might be because something that belongs only to me was being shared with the person I shouldn't be touching. So subconsciously, I wanted to show my strength. As before, I used both hands simultaneously. This time, my wife resisted somewhat and said coquettishly, "You rascal, you've been so rough every day, it's not good for your health. Let's skip it tonight." "What, don't you like your man anymore?" I teased with a smile. "No, you've worked too hard during the day, let's not do it every night." "Your man is Superman, sweetie~" My wife, realizing she couldn't refuse me, began to reciprocate, her petite body sucking at my desire. Such a beautiful young woman, for a moment I envied my son. How blissful it must be to be able to have physical intercourse with such a mother. Thinking that perhaps after several days of exhausting sex, my wife might not go to my son's school, I began my usual gentle yet forceful thrusting. "Mmm~""Oh...oh...oh...you...you rascal...um...you're always so amazing..." Tonight was another night of exhaustion for my wife. The next day at noon, I was able to go home and saw my wife was still there. "Oh, why are you back?" "I came to change my clothes. This shirt got spilled with coffee this morning, and the ones at work haven't been washed." "Oh, have you eaten?" "No, don't cook. Let's go out for lunch." "Okay, sure~ Let's go on a romantic date~" "Hehe." Looking at my wife, who could still be so sweet, I really wanted to pity her. We ate at a Western restaurant for lunch. Neither my wife nor I like steak; we felt uncomfortable eating such a large piece of beef. Instead, the pasta and some Western desserts suited our tastes perfectly. The slightly romantic couple ate in the restaurant. While we were eating, the phone rang. "Hmm, hey, I'm having dinner with your dad." "Did you finish the 200 meters? Did you get a place?" "Oh, sixth in the finals, that's good, you made it to the finals." "Hmm, don't let the sports meet mess up your schedule. Remember to eat and go to bed on time tonight, okay?" "Want to chat with Dad for a bit?" "Oh, okay, I'll hang up now, bye~" "It's my son calling. He told me he got sixth in the finals at the sports meet." "Hmm, that's good. It's good to have a healthy body, no need for any particular place." I said to my wife with gentle eyes. "Yes, haha. Eat up~" I took a bite of noodles and said, "Our son is still closer to you, he doesn't even give his dad a report." "Oh, not at all, he was afraid you were busy and didn't want to bother you." My wife said, with a slightly comforting tone, almost like a joke. After lunch, I went back to work. Of course, it was still my wife's exhausting night. It was Friday. In the morning, while I was in bed, my wife said that our son might be tired after the sports meet, so she went to pick him up. I asked my wife what time the sports meet would end, and she said, "My son said the awards ceremony will be in the afternoon, and it'll end around 3 pm." I replied, "Okay, I know," and got up. Around 10 am, I called home, but no one answered. It seemed my wife had already gone to our son's school. I arranged some things at work and didn't drive my own car, but instead took the company car. On the way, I passed a men's clothing store and went in to buy a light trench coat. Although it was a bit pretentious, I still thought it was better to wear something new. When I arrived at the movie theater near the school, there was a large parking lot there. I looked around and saw my wife's car, but no one was inside. I didn't go out to look for my son and wife because I knew there wasn't much of an opportunity for them to have sex at school, and going out to look for them might make me miss them. I chose to wait. About twenty minutes later, my wife and son arrived. My son was holding my wife's hand, laughing and joking. Today, my wife was wearing a long-sleeved trench coat, somewhat like a dress, tight leather pants, and a pair of low-heeled ankle boots, making her look like a charming young woman under 35. After the car started, I followed at a distance. About fifteen minutes later, we arrived at a residential area that wasn't very commercially developed. The car stopped in the parking lot behind a not-so-small hotel called "Yixing Hotel." The two women got out and went inside. After they entered, I parked my car and went across the street to look inside. I saw my wife checking in at the front desk, and my son sitting in the lobby. After a while, she took her room key, greeted my son, and then they went into the elevator together. Watching them go into the elevator, I entered the hotel. "Sir, do you have a reservation or are you checking in now?" "Which room did that lady check in?" "Uh… this…" The receptionist looked somewhat embarrassed and at a loss. I quietly pulled out ten hundred-yuan bills and handed them over, whispering, "Don't worry, nothing will happen." "Uh..." After hesitating for a moment, the receptionist quickly put the stack of money into her pocket. "Room 417, sir." "Is there an empty room next door? I want the one next door, not the one across from mine." "Room 419 is fine, sir?" I paid, took a room key, and quickly went into the elevator. Room 419 was a fairly spacious room. I observed it; since the TV was in a cabinet on the wall, I moved it. Although the cables behind the TV were a bit complicated, I managed to clear them. Hotel rooms aren't very soundproof, but I could already hear sounds coming from room 417, though I couldn't make out what they were. I felt a sense of urgency and quickly took out my Swiss Army knife to start digging a hole in the wall. Sure enough, the hotel walls weren't very good; digging a hole wasn't difficult. The wall behind the TV cabinet was less than 15cm thick. After digging a hole about 2cm in diameter, I saw the scene inside room 417. The TV cabinet was positioned approximately 30 degrees in front of the bed next door. The sound became clearer, and the picture appeared. The two people on the bed were naked. The wife's clothes were neatly arranged on the chair next to them, but the son's clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor. The two were in the traditional position: the wife's legs were wrapped around the son's waist, and the son's body was pressed against his mother's. His left hand occasionally squeezed his mother's breast, while his right hand was used for balance. His lower body swayed rhythmically back and forth. His mother's hands would sometimes support her son's chest and touch it, sometimes grab the sheets next to her, or bite her right index finger. "Mmm~ Mom...so wet and slippery, it feels so good~ Mom, are you comfortable?" "Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm...comfortable~" "Slap slap slap slap~ The sounds of a man and woman having sex kept coming, and the seemingly quiet room was filled with lust. "Mom...oh...oh...Mom...it feels so good." "Mmm, mmm...Mom, I love doing it with you the most...mmm...oh..." "Mom...why do you moan so subtly, so different from the women in the movies~mmm~oh..." "Mom...I feel so good...let's do it longer today~oh..." The son kept thrusting his lower body, uttering lewd words to his mother without restraint. "Mmm...oh...oh...uh...oh..." "Ah...oh...ah...comfortable..." "Mmm, harder, oh..." The wife simply moaned softly. Perhaps because he had been holding back for too long, less than five minutes after I saw them having sex, the son started to exert himself, thrusting violently for 20 seconds before ejaculating. He lay on top of his mother, panting, occasionally licking her breasts. A little while later, he pulled his penis out of his mother's body, still with the condom on, removed it, and threw it into the trash can beside the bed. He lay down on his side next to his mother, then placed his right leg on top of her, his left hand behind his head, his right hand touching her breasts, and occasionally kissing her arm. His mother rubbed his head and said lovingly, "You, don't think about these things every day. You need to study hard, okay? And don't argue with anyone, okay?" "Okay, Mom, I'm very good. I haven't argued with anyone in middle school or high school. I love you the most, Mom. Hehe~" "You, sigh..." A dozen minutes later, the son's hands and feet started to move more roughly. "Why are you hard again?" "Mom, let's do it again, let's last longer this time. I came too quickly earlier because I'd been holding it in for days." "Oh, you child, I'll make you feel good today. Don't do it at home, it's too dangerous." "Okay, Mom." The son replied, rolling over and pressing down on his mother. They kissed passionately, the son's hands roaming over his mother's body. "Mom, ride on me, that position feels good." "No, that's too lewd. And, and Mom doesn't have much energy today." "How can you be lewd? How can you not have much energy? Oh Mom, did you and Dad go too far?" "You, we shouldn't mention your dad when we do this, okay?" Seeing his mother's slightly angry expression, the son stopped talking and didn't mention the position. "Mom, I'm coming in." "Hmm, wait a minute~" The mother reached into her bag and took out a condom. "Mom, it's uncomfortable with a condom on." "No, it's not good if it gets inside. You didn't listen last weekend and you ejaculated inside." "Mom, you have an IUD, it's okay." "An IUD isn't 100% safe, sweetie, put on a condom, mmm... umm... umm..." Before his mother could finish speaking, the son thrust his penis into her vagina. Because they had just done it, his wife's vagina was very slippery, making it easy to enter. "Mmm... oh... you child~ mmm... oh... why... why are you so disobedient~" "Mom... it feels so good without a condom. With a condom, it feels like there's something between us. Without a condom, it's much more comfortable. My penis rubs against Mom's vaginal walls without any barrier, it feels so good~""As he spoke, the son, as if trying to please his mother, vigorously thrust his penis in and out of her vagina. "Mmm...mmm...oh...mmm..." the mother moaned softly. "This child, if I were to say now...oh...mmm...say that when you're about to ejaculate...oh...oh...ejaculate...ejaculate outside...mmm...mmm...you'd disobey...mmm...oh...ejaculate inside...oh...oh..." "Mom...I'm being good...mmm...don't think so much, just enjoy making love...oh..." As he spoke, the son thrust forcefully four or five times, then slowed down, his hands reaching behind his mother's back, lifting her upper body, and kissing her lips. His lower body slowed down, and after a while, the wet kisses parted, and his lower body began to thrust rapidly again. "Mmm~mmm...oh...oh..." Perhaps because the rhythm suddenly quickened, the mother couldn't help but moan, her voice becoming slightly louder than before. "Oh~ Oh... Oh... Hmm... Oh..." After holding this position for about five or six minutes, the son laid his wife's body flat on the bed again. He opened her two fair and firm legs that were wrapped around his waist, put them on his shoulders, wrapped his arms around his mother's thighs, leaned forward with his upper body holding her thighs, pressed down on his mother, arched his legs, and quickly swayed his hips back and forth. The son's penis went in and out of his mother's wet and beautiful hole, the veins on the penis bulging, and then it went into his mother's hole again. "Oh~ Oh... Oh... Hmm... Oh... Beautiful..." His wife's moans became louder. "Hmm... Mom, do you want to orgasm? I've done it with you so many times but I haven't been able to make you orgasm. This time I'll definitely make you feel so good." The already forceful penis added a few more strokes. "Oh...oh...this time it's so...so comfortable...oh...oh...I'm almost there..." "Hmm, Mom, I'm feeling it too~" "Oh...oh...Tianqing...oh...son...hmm...oh...comfortable..." "Ah...oh...oh...oh...hmm...son, Mom's coming soon~ oh..." "Hmm...oh...oh...son, Mom, Mom's coming..." The mother's waist began to twist forcefully. "Oh...Mom, I'm coming too~ Together...oh..." "Hmm...hmm...together...oh...hmm..." The two bodies, joined together, twisted wildly, reaching orgasm together. Watching my wife and son next door make love for half an hour, I also had an erection for half an hour. At this moment, the surge of lust overwhelmed my anger, and I could feel my breathing becoming a little rapid. My wife rested in bed for a while, then got up to go to the bathroom to shower. My son was still lying down. Seeing my wife go to the bathroom, he moved his body closer to where she had slept, inhaled her lingering scent a few times, and then closed his eyes contentedly. Seeing that this lewd affair had temporarily come to an end, I went to the bathroom to take a shower and calm myself down. When I came out, my wife was already dressed, while my son wasn't in bed; he must have gone to take a shower. So I got up and left, driving back to get off work. When I got off work and drove home, the aroma of dinner filled the air, and my wife had already prepared three or four dishes. "Dad, you're back!" my son called out obediently. "Yes, Tianqing's here, son. Was the sports meet fun?" "It was really fun, hee hee!" "That's good." Looking at my son's obedient and innocent face, I wasn't feeling like a loving father. "How can I make you and your son wish you were dead?" I thought darkly.
V. My son's Indian God Oil
After my wife picked our son up from the sports meet, life went on. Whether it was mine or everyone else's. While plotting revenge, I continued to live a "warm" life with my wife and son. The revenge plan had taken shape, but the day to retaliate would likely be after my son's college entrance exams. So, the road ahead is long and arduous; a true man's revenge will take another two or three years. (The showdown won't happen anytime soon, so there are still many chapters of mother-son drama to write, haha~) Dinner was quite plentiful, which was a challenge for my wife, after all the physical labor last night and this afternoon, she still had to cook so many dishes. My son ate with great relish, praising his mother's cooking skills. He ate like a glutton, devouring three large bowls of rice and most of the dishes, making my wife very happy. In the evening, my son, as usual, locked himself in his room, perhaps playing games, perhaps browsing SIS. When no one's home, I've searched my son's room. I pried open the drawer locked with a simple padlock, and inside were some love letters from girls, his little stash of over two thousand yuan. Unfortunately, I didn't find anything like "Diary of Seducing Mother" or "Reflections on Fucking Mom," nor any condoms. He probably keeps them in his backpack. My son clears his computer's browsing history every time he leaves, but why is the icon for that "Taobao Homepage" website in his bookmarks a red fire with a yellow cow inside? How could your dad not recognize such a familiar icon? My son's hard drive is well-hidden with Japanese porn, but do you know that searching for "AV" lets your dad know your computer is full of mature women? Such heavy tastes! Looking at my son's closed bedroom door, I sat in the living room watching TV, my thoughts wandering far and wide, even terrifying ones… That night, my wife went to bed early, seemingly unwilling to make love to me. After I got into bed, she appeared to be fast asleep. When I tried to shake her, she mumbled sleepily, "I'm not doing it tonight, I'm so tired and sleepy." *You think you can get away with this after being tired from playing with our son this afternoon? You're overthinking it.* I gently turned my wife, who was facing away from me, and softly pressed myself against her. She opened her eyes, a helpless expression on her face, as if she wanted to say something. But my lips pressed against hers instantly; they were still so soft, so fragrant. My lower body rubbed against her thighs through her underwear, and before I knew it, her legs parted. I easily removed my own pajamas and her lace lingerie, everything was effortless. The rubbing continued, my erect penis yearning to break through those two layers of underwear. My wife felt the heat of the erect penis through the two layers of cloth at the entrance of her vagina, and her lower body began to writhe involuntarily. Gradually, the penis felt the moisture, and its owner cleanly and efficiently removed the two layers of cloth between them, the glans entering her vagina. "Mmm..." my wife moaned softly. I looked at our connected bodies, imagining how my son had used his penis to penetrate my wife, who was now beneath me, inch by inch this afternoon, just as he had used it to penetrate my mother. I thrust hard, my thick penis penetrating more than halfway in. "Mmm..." my wife moaned again. I slowly moved in and out, gradually the entire length of my penis going in and out of her vagina. "Mmm~" A pleasurable, comfortable breath escaped my wife's lips, and with the friction and movement of the penis in her vagina, the rhythm of her moans began to match the rhythm of my thrusts. "Slap~ Slap~ Slap~ Slap~". "Mmm~ Hmm~ Mmm~ Oh~" Looking at the place where my lower body was connected to my wife's, I remembered that this afternoon my son had used his penis to go in and out of this little hole. The second time, he didn't even wear a condom. His naked penis was tightly inserted into his mother's little hole. The vaginal muscles contracted and sucked. The most private parts of a man and a woman were in contact as mother and son. Finally, he ejaculated thick semen into his mother's vagina during his orgasm. While thinking about the wonderful feeling my son enjoyed, I felt angry and envious. Unconsciously, my waist moved even more violently. "Ah...ah...you rascal, I can't take it anymore~ Ah...I'm coming...I'm coming~!!!" With my wife's soft moans, I felt a wet heat in my little hole. My wife had orgasmed. "Oh~ Oh~you rascal...take a break~ Oh~" My wife's orgasm did not affect my rhythm. The feeling that had just started was unstoppable. The "slap slap slap" sounds of intercourse were still full of rhythm. "Mmm...mmm...you rascal, you're so good~""Mmm..." My wife gradually awoke from the exhaustion of her orgasm, once again entering a state of enjoyment. In the room, moans, gasps, and sounds of intercourse mingled together. Finally, during my wife's third orgasm, I ejaculated my hot semen into her vagina. The union of body and soul reached its climax, and the two of us embraced on the bed. Looking at my delicate wife in my arms, I wondered if the mother in that incestuous relationship was really my wife. Unfortunately, reality was still so stark... The morning sunlight couldn't penetrate the thick curtains. In the dimly lit room, the man had woken up very early. My wife was truly exhausted. Usually, she would be making breakfast by this time, but now she was still fast asleep in my arms. Even as a mother, she would still nuzzle her face against my chest like a child. My heart ached for her. I got up and took a shower first, and my wife followed suit, starting to make lunch. Yes, there was no breakfast today. I went to my son's room when I got up this morning; it seemed the little guy wouldn't wake up until noon. I went to the study to surf the internet, read some news, and looked for movies but found nothing interesting. Before I knew it, it was noon. Lunch was rather bland, as if foreshadowing a similarly uneventful day. In the afternoon, my wife and I bought some warm clothes for the colder weather. My son stayed in his room all afternoon; he rarely goes out with his classmates on weekends, you could say he's a bit of a homebody. Dinner was uneventful again, and so was the night. I put my wife to bed early, and watching her fall asleep quickly, I drifted off to sleep too. The night passed uneventfully… My wife woke up early and seemed quite energetic, going to the supermarket early to buy groceries. My son and I didn't wake up until after nine. Around nine-thirty, my wife returned with three bowls of congee, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns. The three of us ate breakfast together, watched some boring TV in the living room, flipped through the newspapers we subscribed to, and ate some fruit from the coffee table. Around 11 o'clock, my wife went back to the kitchen to start preparing lunch. "Mom, I saw you bought celery, let me help you prepare it," the son said, following his mother into the kitchen and closing the frosted glass sliding door. To prevent kitchen fumes from entering other rooms, frosted glass doors are usually closed while cooking. Heh, this little guy couldn't resist again. After a while, I tiptoed to the kitchen doorway. Through the frosted glass, I could still see a blurry outline inside. The son was hugging his mother from behind, his lower body twisting. He was probably rubbing his penis against his wife's buttocks through his pants. "Don't be so handsy. Didn't I tell you on Friday to behave when you're home? You're not listening, are you?" his wife said. "Mom, I feel uncomfortable, so uncomfortable. You and Dad were so intense and loud on Friday night. Even with the good soundproofing, I could hear everything. I've been so pent up these past two days," the son said in a pleading voice, as if trying to soothe his mother. He then reached his left hand to his mother's breasts and began to knead them. "You're getting bolder and bolder, aren't you?! Getting more and more reckless, aren't you?!" Sensing his mother's anger, the son pulled away from her and began preparing vegetables. After a while, perhaps feeling sorry for her son's aggrieved expression, she said, "Alright, alright, we'll talk after lunch." The son, as if he'd received a great reward, hugged his mother and turned back to preparing vegetables. Heh, are you two going to do something shady again after lunch? Seeing that nothing was going to happen for now, I walked back to the living room from the kitchen door. A while later, the son came out of the kitchen with a big smile and went back to his room. During lunch, the son was very lively and seemed to be in a good mood. His wife also looked at him lovingly, telling him about things at school, especially the sports meet. Although she had told him some things yesterday, today's was clearly more interesting. After lunch, everything was uneventful. His wife didn't suggest going to the supermarket or anything; she calmly helped her son pack his clothes and tidied up the house. Around 3 PM, my son, carrying his schoolbag, and my wife, with her handbag, came into the living room. "I'll take our son to school today," my wife said. "I'll take him. You've been busy all day; you should rest at home." "It's okay, it's not tiring work. You have to go to work tomorrow, so I'll take him," my wife said. I didn't have any other reason, so I agreed. About five minutes after my wife and son left, I left the house and went to the garage. I gently opened my garage door and went inside, only to find the adjacent garage empty and the car gone. Where could they have gone? After thinking it over, I decided to check the hotel we'd stayed at last time. Thinking this, I drove to the "Yixing Hotel," near my son's school. About forty minutes later, I arrived at the parking lot behind the Yixing Hotel. I didn't drive too fast, afraid that if I got too close, my wife and son would see me. I parked in a corner and looked around the parking lot, which wasn't very big. When I saw my wife's familiar car, I felt a slight sense of disappointment, but mostly I was certain of my judgment. I went into the hotel and went to the front desk. Coincidentally, it was the same lady from last time. The receptionist seemed to recognize me immediately, giving me an awkward smile and taking a room key from the counter. "Same place as always," she said, her tone a mix of friendliness and embarrassment. I took out my wallet, ID, and 500 yuan. The receptionist blushed as she accepted the money and registered me. She didn't seem upset that I had 500 yuan less than last time; I even felt a slight sense of goodwill. How strange. With the room key, I entered the elevator. It was 419 again—what a coincidence! Or had the receptionist deliberately arranged for them to be in 417? My mind raced, and soon I arrived at room 419. I swiped my card, entered, closed the door, and moved the TV—conveniently, no need to dig another hole; the hole was still there. It was a bit hot, so I took off my coat and put it on the bed, then went to the small opening. The room next door was clearly visible. It seemed the mother and son hadn't been in the room long; they were sitting on the left edge of the bed, undressing, not yet passionately kissing while doing so. The wife folded each piece of clothing she took off and placed it neatly on the chair beside her, but the son was in a hurry, throwing his clothes in a ball on the floor after taking them off. "Why are you in such a rush? You can't even take your clothes off properly," the wife said, looking at her son. "Mom, I was holding it in, so I was a little hasty," the son said with a grin. Soon the son was completely naked, not even his underwear was left, and his hot penis was already erect. The wife was only wearing a dark purple bra on her upper body, and her trousers had just been taken off. The son impatiently reached out to touch his wife's thighs. "Wait, let me take off my clothes first," the wife said, unhooking her bra and placing it on top of the folded clothes. When her two firm breasts were placed in front of her son, he couldn't resist any longer, hugging his wife and falling onto the bed. "Hmm, don't rush, wait until Mom takes off her underwear." Pressed down by her son's hot body, the wife felt the intense desire of her son on top of her. The mother and son pulled down their underwear, their naked bodies laid out on the bed. The son's lips lightly touched his mother's body, kissing her gently, like a dragonfly skimming the water, arousing his wife's entire body. Gradually, the son took his mother's right breast into his mouth, his right hand kneading her left breast, while his left hand was not idle, reaching down to his mother's genitals to tease her vulva. Sometimes he rubbed her labia, sometimes he pinched her clitoris, and sometimes he would insert his middle finger into her vagina and thrust it in and out a few times. The mother was aroused and her whole body writhed, her left hand constantly stroking her son's burning back, her right hand grasping her son's penis and stroking it back and forth. After about ten minutes, "Tianqing, come in, Mom wants it." The wife said, supporting her son's body, opening her legs and wrapping them around her son's waist. "Mmm." The son responded, straightening up, and preparing to enter her. "Wait!" The wife, already somewhat dazed, interrupted her son's actions. "Let's use a condom." The son seemed to have thought of something and said with a smile, "Mom, let's not use condoms today, we'll use something good." He leaned over the bed, took a box from his bag, and opened it. Inside was a small spray bottle. "What's this?" the wife asked, looking at it. "Indian God Oil. With this, I guarantee you'll feel incredibly good," the son said smugly. "Won't this be bad for your health? Maybe we shouldn't use it," the wife seemed hesitant. "Mom, it's okay. This just temporarily makes my penis less sensitive, so it can stay erect longer." Saying this, the son sprayed it a few times on his erect penis and then spread it evenly. Good heavens, this little rascal is using this to make it last longer with his mother. The son spread his wife's legs, adjusted his penis, and tried to enter. "No, let's use a condom." The wife still suggested using a condom, but it was only a symbolic protest. As expected, the son seemed not to hear her and pushed the head of his penis into his mother's vagina. "Ugh~" The feeling of the hot penis entering her body made the wife make a sound. "Mmm~ Yes~ In a little more~ Yes, mmm~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~" With the wife's moans, the son inserted his penis inch by inch into his wife's body until his entire penis was inside her vagina, and then he began to thrust. "Oh~ Oh... Mom, it feels so good... I want to do it with you every day~" "Mmm... Oh... Oh..." the wife moaned, "You little devil, oh... You're not using a condom again. Even though I have an IUD, it's not completely safe~ Oh oh~"“Mom, wearing a condom and not wearing a condom are completely different~ Oh~” the son said while thrusting into his mother’s vagina. “With a condom, my penis is inside the condom, and Mom’s vagina is gripping the condom. Our pleasure is transmitted through the squeezing of the condom, oh~ oh…” “Hmm… oh… then… oh… then without a condom~ ah…” the wife asked while moaning. “Without a condom, my penis is completely in contact with Mom’s most private vagina. The folds and creases of Mom’s vaginal walls are constantly rubbing against my penis, secreting love juice that sticks to my penis, oh~ oh~ Mom… why is your vagina suddenly so tight~ oh~ so good~ I want to ejaculate inside Mom’s vagina, stay in Mom’s vagina, and be absorbed! Oh~” As he spoke, the son’s penis thrust even faster. “Oh… ah… so fast… so good…” the wife moaned with her eyes closed, looking ecstatic. "Pop...pop..." The son thrust rapidly, the thick fluid amplifying the sound of his penis going in and out of her vagina. "Slap~ slap~ slap~ slap~" Sometimes he would pull his penis out until only the glans remained inside, then forcefully thrust it back in until the base of his penis reached the entrance. Watching from behind the wall, my mouth went dry; I even wished I were the son, able to have sex with such a beautiful mother. About five minutes passed. "Tianqing...hurry...Mom's coming~" the wife said, convulsing. Good heavens, she climaxed in just five minutes; the son's lewd words seemed to have a significant effect. "Mom, was it good?" "Coming! Coming! Mmm...uh...!" The wife didn't answer her son's question, only moaning ecstatically. "Huff~ huff..." As her breathing gradually calmed, the climax passed. "It's been so long since I've had such a quick orgasm." "Mom, was it good?" "Mmm~" "Mom, am I good?" "You... eh~" "Mom, am I good or not?" The son asked with a grin, his lower body starting to thrust forcefully again. "Mmm... ah... good... oh..." With the son's thrusting, the wife unconsciously made sounds again. Lying on the bed with her hair down, she looked at her son with a somewhat affectionate expression, watching him hold her thighs and thrust his hips forcefully, sending his penis into her vagina. About 10 minutes later, the son pulled his penis out. "Oh... oh... mmm Tianqing, what's wrong?" Obviously, she had suddenly lost something from the physical pleasure, and the wife looked at her son in confusion and asked. "Mom, let's change positions." The son placed his hand on his wife's waist, intending to roll her over. She understood and rolled over onto her stomach. The son pulled her towards him, her buttocks rising into the air. He smoothed the pubic hair, damp with her vaginal fluids, and, holding his penis, thrust in. "Mmm..." the wife groaned, "Oh...oh...oh..." With each thrust of his penis, her moans became a symphony. After about two hundred thrusts, the son reached out and pulled his wife's right hand, causing her head to shift from facing the bed to facing the wall. Her chest lifted, and her disheveled hair swayed with the movement of their bodies. The son placed his left hand on his waist, and the speed of his thrusts increased. Peeping through the opening, I saw my son squatting on the bed, while my wife, his mother, bent over, her buttocks raised, her son's penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. The son held his mother's hand as if she were holding the reins of a horse; it was as if my wife was truly being "ridden" by him. The son seemed to enjoy this conqueror's position and felt a great sense of accomplishment, maintaining it for about 20 minutes. "Oh... um... oh... Tianqing, this time... oh... this time you're so strong, it's been over half an hour, haven't you come yet? Mom feels like Mom's coming again." The son behind me thrust passionately… "Oh... Mom... almost there... I'm happy too…" Five minutes later, their breathing became rapid. "Oh... Mom... your vagina is getting tighter, is it coming… oh…" "Um… coming… oh… coming… son… faster…" "Um… Mom… let's… oh…" With increasingly shorter moans, the son released his right hand, using both hands to support his wife's waist, helping him thrust even harder. "Oh...ah..." "Mom...I came...!" With their seemingly frenzied intercourse, they reached their climax. "Oh...uh...uh..." After the climax, they remained in that position for about 20 seconds before lying on the bed, panting heavily. I felt exhausted too, so I lay down on the bed to rest for a while. A few minutes later, my phone vibrated. I picked it up and saw it was my wife calling. I answered, "Hello, wife, what's up?" "Well, after I dropped Tianqing off at school, I helped him tidy up his dorm. I won't have time to cook when I get back, so I'm planning to take our son to a restaurant near the school. You can eat out by yourself, okay?" My wife said gently. "Okay, I know." "Don't forget to eat, okay?" "Okay, when are you coming back?" I said, holding the phone, and then walked to the small hole, looking into the next room. In the next room, my wife was leaning against the pillows on the bed, calling me, while my son lay beside her, his left hand gently stroking her breasts. "I'll be home around seven, um..." With a slightly unusual sound from his wife, the son in the next room suddenly pressed down on top of her. Although covered by a blanket, it was clear he had spread her legs and thrust into her. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Ah, I was on the phone and my clothes got caught on something. I'll talk to you later, I'll be back after dinner, remember to eat." "Okay, bye~" "Okay." The wife hung up. Next door, the wife put down her phone. "Are you kidding me? Talking to your dad on the phone." The son, still on top of her, started thrusting after she finished her call. "I knew you were talking to Dad, and somehow my dick got hard." He pulled back the blanket, arching his back, and began thrusting even harder. "Hmm...oh...are we not using that Indian herbal oil this time?" "I already ejaculated once, so I can last quite a while without it the second time." "Oh...oh...oh...I see...hmm..." The moans and sounds of intercourse from the next room gradually aroused me again. "Hmm...hmm~ hmm...oh oh...harder...hmm...son...harder...oh..." About ten minutes was enough, and my wife started to become a little dazed from being penetrated, but my son was still thrusting vigorously. "Mom~" "Hmm...what's wrong?" "Mom, you haven't given me oral sex yet." "I don't like it." "But Mom, I've given you oral sex before, it's not fair if you don't give it to me." Saying this, my son lifted my wife's legs and began to thrust vigorously. "Oh...hmm...it's not like I asked you to lick me...hmm...oh...you asked to lick me yourself..." my wife said between moans. "Mom, have you ever licked Dad?" "Oh...oh...yes...oh...but it's different..." "How is it different?" With that, the son thrust forcefully a few times, then pulled his penis out, climbed to his wife's head, and slammed it in front of her face. "Mom, lick it for me~" The feeling of his penis being pulled out of her body made the wife instantly itchy. She reached down to her genitals and stroked her labia, opening her eyes to look at her son. "No, Mom feels uncomfortable, put it back." "No, Mom, just lick it for me and I'll continue thrusting." "Why are you so disobedient?" The son didn't speak, but simply brought his penis closer to his mother's mouth. It seemed that he wouldn't continue thrusting unless she gave him oral sex. Looking at the penis that could satisfy her vagina, the wife finally grasped her son's wet penis, opened her mouth, and licked the glans a few times with her tongue, then took the entire glans into her mouth and began to suck. "Oh~ Mom~ So good~"After sucking for about a minute, the wife spat out the penis. "Okay, hurry up, Mom's uncomfortable." The son, satisfied, looked at his wife, lay back, and smiled, saying, "Mom, come on up." "Why so many things to do today?" The wife, itching from the penis, moved her body rhythmically, getting up and straddling her son. With her back to me, under my gaze, she guided her son's penis to her vagina and slowly sat down. I could almost see the son's penis parting her labia, inch by inch, entering her body until she was completely seated on top of him. "Oh..." The feeling of the penis returning to her body made the wife groan. Then, she pulled her son's hands up, letting him support her, and began to move up and down. "Mmm, mmm... oh..." The wife, sitting on her son, groaned ecstatically. "Mmm...Mom...So good..." "Mmm...Mom feels good too...Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...Mmm..." As his wife moved up and down, the son's hips began to move in sync with hers, making the thrusting more powerful. After about ten minutes, the son's thrusting speed increased. "Mom...I think I'm about to cum, Mom...Oh...Are you coming?" "Slow down, Mom still has some time." "Mom, stop for a bit." Hearing her son's words, the wife's rhythm slowed down and finally stopped. Seeing that his wife had stopped, the son pulled her upright upper body towards him, hugged her, and rolled over. In an instant, their position was that the son was on top of his wife. It seemed that the son wanted to control the rhythm himself. The son pulled out his penis, letting the stimulation subside, and then inserted his middle finger into his wife's vagina and began to thrust. "Mmm...Mmm..." The wife's thighs clamped tightly around her son's hand. After thrusting quickly for two minutes, the son pulled out his finger and then inserted his penis again. And she began to thrust forcefully. "Oh...oh...um...so good..." After more than three hundred thrusts. "Um...son...oh...faster...Mom's coming..." "Mom, I can't hold back anymore...oh..." The son began to tremble all over, and his lower body thrust even more frantically. "Faster...oh...oh...son...harder...um...ah...Mom's coming..." As his wife cried out ecstatically, the son's body suddenly stopped, his lower body still convulsing, and with each convulsion, scalding hot semen shot into his mother's body in spurts.

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