He became obsessed with spying on the incestuous relationship between his wife and son.

That day, I went home. That night, I heard my son making noises upstairs late into the night, so I left home early the next morning. Fifteen minutes later, I quietly opened the door and carefully made my way upstairs.
This time, my wife and son had switched rooms with my wife and me. I pressed my ear against my bedroom door and heard their playful voices inside, very low, almost inaudible. I was getting anxious outside the door, pressing my ear tightly against it.
My heart was pounding, and I held my breath, trying to hear everything that was happening inside.
However, the soundproofing of my bedroom door disappointed me. I could only hear my wife's occasional soft giggles, which gradually faded away. Inside, I could hear the heavy breathing typical of couples making love; my son's breathing was rapid and muffled, while my wife's was long and lingering.
I could almost picture my son, behind the door, thrusting his large penis into his mother's vagina again. I imagined the positions they might use, and the various seductive and lewd scenes of my flirtatious wife teasing her young son in the possible ways.
This imagination fueled my lust, and I felt my penis become erect again. At that moment, I desperately wanted to quietly push open the door and see how they were exchanging partners, but I didn't dare. I was afraid of disturbing the mother and son who were enjoying themselves.
I pulled my penis out of my pants, held my breath, and pressed my face against the door, listening intently while stroking my increasingly erect penis.
I began to hear the firm mattress of my wife and me making rapid, rhythmic sounds in the room. I also heard my wife's moans, which started to come in rapid succession as the bed swayed. The sounds seemed to be both pain and intense pleasure.
My wife's muffled moans made it impossible for me to understand what she was saying, but I knew it was the sound of pleasure she made when she was in ecstasy. The sound made my face burn, and my penis hardened. I quickly stroked my hard, thick member. I heard a long, deep, pleasurable moan from my wife's throat, along with my son's rapid, joyful breathing. Then all sound stopped.
Outside the door, I was panting, my penis, clenched tightly in my hand, swollen into a thick, dark brown rod. I felt the impending urgency of ejaculation. But I dared not stay outside any longer. I was afraid they would suddenly come out after we were done.
I forced my swollen, hard penis into my pants. After thinking for a moment, I quietly ran up to the third floor, opened the small door of the storage room that I never usually opened, and left the door slightly ajar. Through that crack, I could clearly see the situation on the second floor.
The wife's bedroom door opened, and out stepped her son, naked. The young man, seemingly energized after a passionate encounter with his mother, turned to his wife inside and said, "Mom, I'll get some water for you to wash down there!"
The door was open, and I saw the messy bed. His wife was also naked, her fair body still flushed from orgasm, lying limply on the bed. I could even clearly see a wad of toilet paper tucked under her white abdomen. The floor was almost covered in white toilet paper, wads of it everywhere. There was
also his wife's light-colored nightgown and small black panties from the night before, along with his underwear, which was crumpled up in a ball.
"No need, Xiaojia, look at the time. Go wash up and go to school! Mom will take care of it herself later."
The wife said, picking up the tissues she had tucked between her legs. She looked at them, blushed, wiped her groin with the tissues, threw them on the floor, turned around, pulled out a few more from the tissue box on the bedside table, and tucked them between her legs again.
The son quickly returned to the room, checked the time, and said, "Oh dear, it's almost 6:30."
His wife sat up, kissed him on the cheek, and said in a sweet voice, "What did you think! You little rascal, I told you to come out quickly, but you wouldn't listen. You
've worn your mother out, she feels like she's falling apart." The son returned the kiss, his hand reaching for his wife's full, white breasts, kneading her still-erect nipples. "Do you want to make Mom more comfortable?"
A smile, the kind a woman only shows after sexual satisfaction, appeared on his wife's face. Her slender hand then moved to his crotch, grasping his now-relaxed but still quite impressive genitals, and gently kneading them.
"You, Mommy's getting a little tired of you. This little rascal is getting more and more fierce." Then the wife giggled sweetly. After
a while, the son stood up: "Mommy, I'm going upstairs to get dressed. Are you getting up?"
"Yeah, Mommy will get up after lying down for a bit. I feel like I have no strength left."
"Hehe, it must be because you were moving too much on top just now." The son laughed.
"Still laughing, you naughty boy, it's all your fault for making Mommy be on top, making Mommy's back weak." The wife pinched her son and said coquettishly.
"Hehe, good Mom, next time if you're tired, I can come upstairs and do it, so you won't be so tired."
"You naughty boy, Mom's just worried you'll get tired. You always bump into me like crazy, making me all sweaty. Mom can't bear to see Xiaojia working so hard, especially since you have to ride your bike so far to school!"
The wife gave her son a playful glare. "Alright, hurry up and go upstairs. If you keep cuddling, we'll really be late."
The wife pecked her son on the cheek and gave him a nudge. The son kissed his mother on the cheek in return. He stood up. A little while later, the son came downstairs neatly. After lingering in his mother's room for a while longer, the son left.
My wife's alluring body was still naked on the bed. After our son left, she lazily turned over, stretched contentedly, and sat up. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she got out of bed, put on the nightgown tossed on the floor, ran barefoot to the window, opened it, and called out, "Xiaojia, remember to eat breakfast! Come home early after school, and be careful when crossing the street!"
"Okay, Mom, you can go back now, it's cold outside," her son's voice rang out from not far away.
As my wife turned back to the room, I saw her two snow-white, full, and perky breasts swaying beneath her unbuttoned nightgown. Below her snow-white belly, there was a patch of darkness. I swallowed hard. What a beautiful and alluring woman's body!
No wonder my young son is so infatuated with her. Even I, when I see my wife's voluptuous and alluring body faintly visible through her pajamas, can't help but feel a surge of excitement. My penis, which had just shrunk, struggles to become erect again.
My wife takes such good care of her body. At thirty-six, she doesn't have the bloating or weight gain that other women have. She's only slightly fuller than she was twenty years ago when she was a young girl. If my wife was a flower about to bloom when she was a young girl, then now she's a flower in full bloom.
Plump, fair, and translucent, her full skin seemed to pulsate with primal passion. Perhaps it was because she was often "watered" by her young and robust son, but my wife's body appeared even more voluptuous and alluring, brimming with desire.
My wife returned to the room, took off her nightgown, and I saw her firm, high-perched buttocks, still so full, plump, and elastic. No wonder her son liked to have his mother lie face down, her round, white buttocks raised, as he teased her body from behind.
But when we were together before, my wife didn't seem to like me doing it from behind. She always said that when she was lying on her stomach with her butt sticking out, it felt like we weren't having sex, but rather like animals mating. She also said that when I entered from behind, my penis was blocked by her raised buttocks, and I could never reach her most sensitive spot. She said it was more pleasurable when she lay on her back with her legs raised high, so I could pound on her from above.
But now, she actually enjoys having her son touch her from behind. Perhaps it's because her son has grown up and can now tickle her sensitive spots even through his mother's plump buttocks, or perhaps she experiences a strange excitement when her son teases her from behind.
A pang of jealousy welled up inside me; perhaps my wife simply finds it more pleasurable when her son teases her.
Suddenly, I had an impulse; I wanted to rush downstairs, embrace my wife's mature, alluring, naked body, and, with my now-erect penis, fuck her wanton body hard from behind her full, high buttocks.
I wanted to ask her whether it was her husband's penis or her son's young member that gave her more pleasure. I wanted to ask her what it felt like to see her husband's erect penis.
But I didn't. I was afraid that if I entered her, I wouldn't be able to perform, or even that she would reject me. If that happened, I wouldn't be able to live.
My wife took her underwear from the closet, bent down, tidied up the messy floor, threw the tissues used to wipe away the vaginal fluid into the trash bag, picked up her and her son's clothes, and went into the bathroom.
I heard her turn on the washing machine. A moment later, she turned on the shower, and I heard my wife's familiar, joyful song coming from the bathroom—a song I hadn't heard in a long time.
Undoubtedly, my wife is now so happy, so satisfied, because she has such a strong, young son who can bring her to orgasm every time they have sex. And me? What am I in this family?
I closed my eyes in anguish.
I had become obsessed with secretly watching my wife and son's incestuous union.
[The End]

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