Wife-swapping adventure

My wife, Shanshan, and I met during a trip to Paris.

Shanshan is a blonde foreign woman, fiery and passionate, with a great figure and stunning beauty. We hit it off immediately. I bought her a beer, and she launched into a long, drawn-out story about her sexual history, implying that she was a very promiscuous woman and that I should sleep with her if I wanted.

I boasted a bit, making up stories to exaggerate my sexual prowess, and surprisingly, it was incredibly easy to get her back to the hotel. Initially, I planned just a one-night stand, but afterwards, she clung to me and refused to leave. Eventually, she even came back to Hong Kong with me, saying she wanted to marry me. Was this for real?

Marrying a foreign woman wasn't easy, and even someone as flirtatious as me found it overwhelming. She asked me if I wanted to pretend I didn't know and let her go out and have affairs, or if I wanted both of us to benefit. I asked her what she really wanted. She said, "Why don't we join a 'wife-swapping club' so we can both try something new one or two nights a week?"

It turns out there really is a "wife-swapping club." Joining isn't easy; you need an introduction from an acquaintance, and the membership fee is quite expensive. However, all the fees collected are used to create an atmosphere and entertainment for members, so it's quite worthwhile. Actually, I found it hard to get over myself. Playing with other people's wives is fine! But giving my own wife away to someone else is like putting a green hat on my head... However, after a few rounds and enjoying some decent women, from slender to plump, I found them quite appealing and gradually accepted this adult game.

The wife-swapping club's activities are diverse, sometimes using members' private villas or yachts. I heard that sometimes, with large numbers, they even go on cruise ships, having a huge party at sea. This time, it was my first time going on the "Gemini." Our wife-swapping club had booked the entire deck, and I was incredibly excited. But when I boarded, I was surprised to see my parents there too! What a coincidence! Haha, it really was a coincidence.

I pulled my dad aside and asked him what he was doing on the boat. He said, "Son, I'm not afraid to tell you my family business. Your dad needs to save his life." I asked, "Save what life?" My dad said his marriage was in trouble, and my mom kept complaining about his lack of virility and wanted a divorce. They had seen a sex therapist, who suggested they try this thing. So, were they on the boat to participate in wife-swapping? My dad said, "Are we here to gamble? If we were, we wouldn't have brought your mom along!"

Is that even allowed?

I glanced over at my mom; she was incredibly slutty, completely ignoring my dad. She started flirting and behaving provocatively whenever she saw a man. I couldn't bear to watch. I didn't believe my mom was such a wanton woman, so I immediately told Shanshan. That slut immediately exclaimed "excelent!" meaning it was wonderful! The best way to try partner swapping was to swap fathers-in-law for a night and see if he could revive. She even claimed to have a way to bring my dad's "dead gun" back to life.

Sleeping with my dad? Isn't that incest? Hey, I was really defeated by her.

At dinner, I didn't want to sit at the same table as my parents, but the president said to me, "You're Chinese, why don't you sit with these new members? You both speak Mandarin, so you can introduce our association's affairs." Of course, the president didn't know what our relationship was. My mom's English was terrible; her conversation with Shanshan was completely nonsensical, and after a few more sentences, it went even further off-topic. Shanshan had learned a few phrases of broken Cantonese, and listening to her was absolutely incomprehensible.

I finally couldn't help but ask my mom if she knew what she was doing on the ship. I hoped she would think it over carefully and back out at the last minute, which would have put my mind at ease. But then she said, "I'll do whatever you guys come here for!" Shan Shan chimed in, "Of course Grandma knows, we're here for some fun!" Mom said, "Oh! Oh!"

Dad said he didn't know my wife and I were members, otherwise he wouldn't have needed to ask someone to introduce us. He asked how long I'd been a member. I said I joined as soon as I returned to Hong Kong. He asked if I thought my wife was too old for me and was looking for younger women. I said, "Quite the opposite, my wife wants to change things up now and then, and I'm just playing along."

After dinner, the president announced that tonight's theme was a random matchmaking game, where partners were chosen by drawing lots. The women went back to their rooms first, stripped naked, and waited. The men handed over their keys and put them in a small box. They took turns drawing lots, and whichever room they drew, the woman inside was theirs.

Don't tell me you're not nervous. Of all the times I've played wife-swapping, this time is the most worrying because both my parents are here. If we're not careful, either of us might end up with the other's wife, which would be a problem. It's not that I think my mother is too old; I've slept with quite a few older women.

Those who come out to play are usually pretty good in bed, and making love with them is quite exhilarating. But if I were to actually draw my own mother, wouldn't that be absurd? How could I possibly do it? The chairman announced the rules: everyone must follow the organizer's arrangements, draw lots, and accept whatever fate brings. No swapping is allowed unless you draw your own wife. The chairman even added, in what he thought was witty remarks, that we must remember not to exchange keys, even if we draw our own mother. Everyone burst into laughter, except me. I looked at my father; he laughed along with everyone else. I wondered if he understood what the chairman was saying? Had he considered what would happen if his son drew his wife?

Trembling with fear, I took the key and checked the room number, muttering Buddhist prayers, begging for protection so I wouldn't commit incest. What if I opened the door to find my own mother inside? It would be incredibly embarrassing, because anything can happen in this world.

Guess what I was thinking as my hands trembled as I opened the door, only to find a naked woman sitting on the bed? "Please, please, let nothing bad happen," I thought, "I'd be in deep trouble." But the worst part was… the naked woman turned her face away, the room was dark, and I couldn't see her clearly, only her full buttocks and the vague outline of her breasts. Even my

first time trying wife-swapping hadn't made me this nervous. What should I do? Ask her name first? Verify her identity before getting into bed? Sorry, there are no such rules in wife-swapping. The most captivating aspect of swapping is the mystery. It's incredibly impolite to know there's a naked woman lying in bed waiting for you, then open the door and hesitate, wondering whether to go in.

I told myself, "It can't be that coincidental, can it? With so many women, it's not like I'm the only one swapping with my own mother. It's like winning the lottery and missing out on the prize." I was sweating profusely, but my penis was uncontrollably erect, as hard as a large cedar branch. I couldn't leave. Backing out at the last minute would be humiliating; I'd be a laughingstock, and standing someone up would be against the rules, getting me expelled. My wife would definitely divorce me then. So, I gritted my teeth, stepped into the room, bolted the door, and approached my sexual partner for the night, greeting her…

I lowered my voice, as if afraid of being recognized, and whispered "Hello" twice. The naked woman on the bed kept her head down, silent. What was she up to? Was she really shy? Or was she really my mother, scaring me? What if it really was her? My heart was pounding like a drum, and her silence only made me more helpless.

However, I've seen some women act cool, impossible to get them to open up, remaining silent even after making love; others are endless chatterboxes, which is even worse. It's not like I'll be with her forever, I don't need to confide in her, right? Yet she insists I open my heart to her. Sigh! I'm afraid of her talking too much, and if she's mute, I won't know what she's thinking. Between the two, I'd rather she stay silent.

Okay, I patted my chest and approached her, trying to get a better look at her. However, the room was pitch black, and she was like a mist or a flower, so I couldn't see her face clearly. I only saw a snow-white back. As for whether it was smooth? I'll tell you after I touch it.

Looking closer, this woman's figure was quite attractive, especially the curves of her back, which indicated a good figure. At first glance, although she wasn't exactly hourglass-shaped, her buttocks were large and round enough. As my eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, I could even see her deep cleft and a small tuft of pubic hair peeking out from between her legs.

She casually tossed her hair, tossed her head from side to side, and then turned half her body towards me, letting me see her breasts bouncing up and down. They seemed quite large, though whether they were firm enough would only be known after holding them. In short, she deliberately showed off her assets, letting you see that she was well-endowed, not like a high-rise building or a flat-chested woman.
Also, her hair wasn't tied up in a bun, but loosely draped over her shoulders, making her look both languid and alluring. As a result, I felt a little more at ease, because my mother, who is at least in her forties and not fifty, could never have a figure as good as hers, nor such firm breasts. I felt

really embarrassed; I had been in her room for so long, only focused on looking at her body, that I had even forgotten to take off my own clothes. I hurriedly stripped off my clothes, leaving only my underwear. There was no need to rush when taking off pants; if I realized anything was amiss, I could just leave immediately. There was always time to brake; it's called "seeing one thing and doing another."

Wow, the closer I got to her, the faster my heart pounded. I climbed onto the bed and sat beside her, treating her like a ticking time bomb—a mouse trying to hold a turtle, completely at a loss. But then, she suddenly broke the silence, burying her head in my chest. Her soft hair and hot face pressed against my skin, our bodies pressed tightly together, stimulating my blood to boil. Her initiative in breaking the ice immediately escalated the atmosphere of lust.

At this point, I had cast aside all my inhibitions. I closed my eyes, not caring who she was, I just went for it! I seized the opportunity to wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her. This intimate contact felt like holding a soft, warm body in my arms. Her waist was incredibly slender, and I didn't notice any middle-aged woman's belly. Without a word, my other hand immediately grasped her breast, kneading and rubbing it. Wow, fantastic! She felt great, incredibly elastic, her skin even smoother than my wife Shanshan's—truly a sexy stunner.

Damn, she seemed to have been undone by a man in ages, her lust even more intense than mine. Without a second thought, ignoring the fact that we'd never met before, she scrambled up and wrapped her arms around my neck, tilting her head back and begging for a kiss. The moment my lips touched hers, she sucked on my tongue, even drawing my saliva into her mouth. I was already quite adept at this kind of French kiss, so I readily obliged. Although I didn't know anything about her, I was now in a bind. Even if I caught bird flu, I didn't care anymore; we were both completely lost in the kiss.

After a brief passionate kiss, she slipped her delicate hand inside my underwear and began teasing my penis. Her ministrations made it swell even harder and thicker, throbbing like a baton inside my pants. Not content with that, she pulled it out and began to play with it.

Of course, I wasn't going to give in. With my penis in her hands, how could I not take advantage of her? So, I retaliated, reaching out and groping her body. I stroked her back, touched her thighs, and even probed her vulva between her legs. I rubbed her breasts, dug into her vagina, and even poked her anus with my fingers. Hearing her lewd giggles, her seductive manner inviting me into a trap, I realized she hadn't been silent; she was feigning innocence, but deep down she was a wanton slut.

We were French kissing and caressing each other when she soon lay back on the bed, spread wide, her legs wide open, her vulva facing me. What did this mean? It meant we

could have sex!

I pressed my advantage, turning her around and pinning her down, immobilizing her. I took her two papaya-like nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking them like a child eating candy. Wow! They were exquisite; her nipples were harder than glass marbles. I sucked on her breasts and nipples with great pleasure, while also touching her thighs and probing her vulva. I didn't even need to lick with my tongue; her pubic hair was already wet and slippery, and even her inner thighs were covered in her juices. What a slut!

After being fondled by me for a while, she blushed and felt hot, tossing and turning, moaning and groaning until I was completely captivated. I couldn't resist any longer. I took off my underwear, got into position, and was about to go for it when she suddenly started playing dirty tricks on me. She pushed me away and, as if wrestling, pinned me beneath her. When she spread her legs and brought her vulva to my mouth, I realized—did she want to try 69? Of course, I was happy to oblige!

She stuck her butt out and climbed on top of me, taking my penis in her mouth like a "big cigar in my mouth" from a Cantonese pop song. She would suck on the glans and then on the shaft. Needless to say, my penis was going to be a long spear after being handled like that!

And then, she sucked and licked my penis like a puppy chewing on a bone, so excited that she twisted her buttocks back and forth. I almost lost control because she was opening and closing her thighs, and I could clearly see her fresh and delicious vulva, with juices dripping from it.

I stretched out my tongue, trying to lick it, but her buttocks kept bobbing up and down, her vulva sometimes lowering, sometimes rising. My tongue got tired, but I still couldn't reach it. Unexpectedly, she understood my intentions and automatically delivered herself, lowering her plump buttocks to just above my nose. So I stretched my neck and… haha, I licked it! The "oyster sauce" was indeed juicy and flavorful. I swallowed her entire vulva, pubic hair, in one gulp. Just thinking about it, of course, I couldn't actually eat it!

I stretched my tongue as far as possible, freely teasing the two labia of her vulva, while the fishy, pungent smell from between her thighs constantly filled my nostrils. The vulgar taste of the abalone sauce was actually quite fishy; that's why the slang "your mother's stinky cunt" exists. This is what they call "you reap what you sow." Who told you to "fuck your mother's cunt"? Don't complain about the smell.

Her actions quickly ignited my fire. Abalone is delicious, but nothing compares to the pleasure of having my cock inside and pounding around. Even an idiot like me knew what to do. I sucked hard on her cunt, draining all the juices. She went limp and collapsed onto my stomach. This was perfect! Even with a deliberately chosen position, I couldn't find such a comfortable spot!

I eagerly pulled away, supporting her slender waist from behind, lifting her buttocks slightly to adjust my position, then aimed my glans at her vaginal opening and thrust in, all the way in.

Doggy style with her was effortless, even more compatible than with Shan Shan. I grabbed her breasts, kneading and rubbing them relentlessly, my lower body pressed tightly against her buttocks, thrusting in and out forcefully until she trembled all over, her buttocks twisting and turning in rhythm with my movements. Judging from her wanton appearance, her clitoris must have been numb from my thrusting.

Her buttocks were like suction cups, pressed tightly against my lower abdomen, preventing my penis from slipping out during the frenzied fucking. This kind of fucking was incredibly pleasurable! Oh, she opened her mouth and started to cry out: "Help..." Her moans were so seductive, so wanton.

We clung to each other, only our lower bodies colliding, her buttocks swaying back and forth, her juices flowing freely, her fragrant sweat flying everywhere, our four thighs stuck together like glue, impossible to separate.

I can't remember how long we fucked like that, I only remember that before my legs went weak (kneeling on the bed doing doggy style for so long was really tiring), I blasted a powerful shot, the force of which I'm incredibly proud of, arguably my best performance ever. Just hearing the woman's almost hoarse screams, I'm sure you can imagine it without me saying more.

Thinking I'd satisfied this woman, she was limp and lay down next to me, clinging to me tightly, her four thighs wet and covered in semen, as if glued together. Swapping wives with this beauty was definitely worth it. What warmed my heart the most was that she started out as a shy, resentful woman, but under my relentless fucking, she transformed into an incredibly wanton slut.

She wasn't satisfied, and with a dazed look, she brought her little mouth close, wanting me to kiss her passionately again. I took the opportunity to push aside the hair covering her face and see what she really looked like. This woman was incredibly passionate during sex, but I wondered if she was pretty? She didn't need to be a beauty that could shame the moon and flowers, just not ugly would have been enough for me.

It was already dawn. As I brushed aside my hair, my eyes lit up. When I clearly saw who the beautiful woman I'd spent the night with was, my eyes practically bulged out…

It was like a scene from a Cantonese movie, a tragic family drama. I'd bet on the big win—it really was my mother! How could I possibly kiss her? I wanted nothing more than to disappear from her sight!
I hurriedly grabbed my underwear and pulled it on to cover myself, stammering, "Mom! It's you?" But the question was pointless. I'd already seen every inch of her body, and now she was lying naked on the bed, the answer right before my eyes.

My mother's breasts trembled slightly, her face flushed, and she covered her breasts with her hands, head bowed, unable to look me in the eye. She said, both ashamed and regretful, "Oh my god! Son, why did you choose to sleep with your mother? You'll be punished by heaven!" Before she finished speaking, tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, leaving me at a loss for words, unsure how to comfort her.

My mother and I have done something incredibly foolish. Forget about cleaning up the mess, we have nowhere to hide. My little brother, oblivious to the danger, is erect again, peeking out from the edge of my underwear. My mother is still completely naked, all her body exposed before me. She can cover her breasts, but I can see her genitals. She just keeps crying and sobbing, driving me crazy. It's all my fault, my wife shouldn't have brought me to this wife-swapping game; I've ended up in this mess.

Now that things are done, I have to find a way to appease my mother, no matter what I do! She's a woman; she wanted a one-night stand but ended up letting her son have it. At least she should say "I'm sorry." So I leaned close to her ear, trying to gently persuade her, "Why don't you put your clothes back on first?" But saying that was incredibly embarrassing; the words stuck in my throat, and I couldn't get them out.

My mother, tears streaming down her face, buried her head in my chest, sobbing more and more pitifully. I didn't know whether to hug her or not, so I finally decided to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor and let her lean on my shoulder.

"Son, I'm completely at a loss. What should I do?"

My chest was soaked with my mother's tears, and my penis, misbehaving, became erect again, creating a large bulge in my underwear. I was caught in a dilemma, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed. With my mother's soft flesh pressed against my chest, her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, how could I possibly think of a solution? All my ideas vanished! All I could do was stroke my mother's smooth back and try to comfort her with kind words.

"Mom, it's all my fault! I really didn't know it was you. If I had known, I wouldn't have slept with you. I'm the one who made you suffer. I'm not human, I'm worse than an animal! Hit me, scold me!" I said, pounding my chest so hard it made a loud "bang."

Seeing me pounding myself so hard, easily causing internal injuries, Mom was naturally distressed. She grabbed my hand to stop me from hitting myself and said, "Son, it's not entirely your fault. Ultimately, it's all your good-for-nothing father's fault. He's always out there flirting with other women, leaving me alone at home, only coming home when he's old and exhausted. That's how this shameful thing happened. Sigh! Fate, fate."

"Mom, it really is fate. Of all the women I've chosen, I couldn't pick you. But last night, didn't you really recognize me?"
"Last night, the lights were off in the room, and you were thrusting into her from behind, making her dizzy and disoriented. How could she possibly see her face clearly? Plus, you were being mysterious, and your voice sounded different than usual. And you? There's no reason you wouldn't recognize your own mother."

I declared that I wouldn't dare say it without her getting angry. She agreed, but told me not to take advantage of her. So I spilled all my thoughts about her figure. After listening, she said, "So you think so too. I know my appearance isn't attractive to men, I look like a typical old lady, otherwise I wouldn't have spent tens of thousands on body sculpting and even had my face pulled, don't you think?"

My mother looked up, brushed her hair aside, and turned her face to show me the scar behind her ear. No wonder, this morning all her makeup was ruined by last night's ordeal, yet she still looked so radiant. It turns out she had plastic surgery. She said she went to Japan and spent hundreds of thousands in total.

People say, "Men spend money on women, women spend money on themselves," and that's what it means.

"But these..." I didn't dare point at my mother's breasts, but she had stopped crying and was looking at me. Seeing my wide eyes and questioning gaze at her chest, she immediately retorted,

"You grew up drinking your mother's milk, don't you know this is real? I absolutely didn't fake it. Didn't you squeeze and knead my breasts hard last night? You touched them, didn't you feel anything was off? I don't believe you can't tell the difference between real and fake. You can feel the difference when you touch a fake one; there's a chemical substance implanted inside, and it feels different to the touch! Also, if it's fake breasts, there will be a scar under the armpit. Do you see one here?"

I was still not quite convinced, but seeing my suspicious look, my mother grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest, wanting me to verify. I already didn't dare look directly at her breasts, let alone touch them. My mom, thinking I couldn't touch her, immediately sprawled out on the bed. She was still naked, displaying a bold and uninhibited attitude, seemingly unconcerned about showing her son her whole body in broad daylight. What was wrong with my mom? Had she become so horny she was practically a fanatic?

I really didn't have the courage to stare at my naked mother, but since she wasn't shy about it, I figured I might as well look. At worst, I'd get eye sores!

My mom's skin was dazzlingly white, with virtually no wrinkles. From the front, every part of her body was perfectly proportioned, a real sight to behold. Even lying down, her breasts remained perfectly straight, not splayed out, and looked firm, unlike some women whose breasts flatten out when they lie down. Her waist was still slender, her stomach unwrinkled, and her navel perfectly clean.

As for her pubic hair, it wasn't thick, but it was neatly arranged, clearly carefully trimmed. Her thighs weren't closed, deliberately spread open so I could see everything. Her vulva looked excellent, both fresh and plump, reminding me of its pungent smell and the feeling of penetrating it. Unfortunately, those memories are just that—memories. Liquid was slowly seeping from her vulva, flowing down to her buttocks—the result of our night's passion. Seeing it made me shudder, feeling incredibly guilty towards my mother.

My mother raised her arms behind her head, a gesture that not only accentuated her breasts but also implied that I could touch them. No way! How could I disregard respect and age and touch my mother there?! My heart pounded again, and my penis, even harder and more erect than last night, soaked the front of my underwear with its secretions. To have such a reaction to my own mother made me feel incredibly awkward.

Thinking back to last night when I was playing with my mom's breasts, I thought she was the only one there, so I figured I shouldn't waste the opportunity and had a lot of fun. But now it's different. It's awkward. Not touching them seems like I'm disrespecting her, but my hands are trembling uncontrollably, and

I just can't bring myself to do it. My mom asked me, "Why aren't you coming yet?" I told her, "How can I dare to do anything if you're just watching like this?" Hearing me say that, she immediately closed her eyes, and I definitely gained some courage and dared to grab them. First, I pinched her two nipples; they were hard and gave me a very real and explosive feeling. Then I touched her two breasts, pinching and kneading them. The two mounds of flesh were smooth and elastic. I squeezed them harder, and the two breasts bounced in my hands. I could roll and flatten them without feeling anything inside.

My mom let me touch her all over, and after a while, she couldn't wait to ask, "So, do you believe me now?"

"You can't deny it, it's definitely the real deal. And your butt? Sorry, I was a bit presumptuous, but by the way, is it original too?"
"Pah! Aside from ladyboys, what woman would wear a fake butt? Let me tell you the truth, the inside story is that I thought my butt was too fat, so I did gymnastics with a fitness instructor for six months to get rid of the excess fat on my belly and butt. Hmm, do you think it looks good?"

Before I knew it, Mom had turned around and was showing me her buttocks. Her skin was as white as her back, and her buttocks were full and round. A woman's buttocks are sexy when they're big. Mom taught me that you should marry a woman with a big butt, because she'll be good at bearing children. Mom herself is the model; she often attracts admiring glances when she walks down the street.

I couldn't resist and slapped Mom's buttocks twice. The muscles weren't sagging at all; they were still very elastic. After spending so much time working out, she'd achieved such results—what more could I ask for? I was speechless. I accepted!

Since Mom was now sprawled out, I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. If I didn't look now, I might never have the chance again. Taking advantage of Mom like this was ridiculously filial! My mother's skin was incredibly smooth, her breasts were the perfect size, and her buttocks were plump and firm, surpassing Shanshan's in both shape and quality.

Western women, in their youth, had fair, rosy skin that Chinese women couldn't match, but Chinese women age much more slowly. I was fooled by Shanshan's instant charm, assuming that any blonde with blue eyes was beautiful. I was captivated before I even got to know her properly, only to slowly see the truth after we married: her skin was rough, and her face was covered in age spots. While my mother's natural endowments weren't as abundant as Shanshan's, Shanshan's skincare was far superior.

When it came to sex, Shanshan was an expert, knowing all sorts of tricks to play with you. Unfortunately, she wasn't faithful; she was too promiscuous, leaving you shrouded in a green terror day and night. But Mom isn't a novice either. Although I claimed last night's epic battle was my masterpiece, half the credit should actually go to Mom. Because sex isn't a solo performance; if a woman isn't in sync, there's no song to sing. Someone has to applaud her for a good show.

My criticism of Mom like this is truly beyond the norm, but the beautiful memories must be preserved. I've started idolizing Mom, admiring her alluring body and her style in bed.

As I drooled and stroked my mom's thigh, I muttered to myself, "Mom, you have such a great figure, it's killing me!" But even my soft whisper was overheard by my mom. She turned around and snapped, "Am I not a victim? You stinking men, all you think about is how to play around with women outside, completely ignoring your wives at home. Aren't wives human beings? Don't they have needs?"

"Mom, I'm sorry, it's not that you're wrong, I'm just saying I lacked self-control and couldn't resist the temptation of your devilish figure. We're all victims. Times have changed. It's not just men who like prostitutes; women also like to try new things. I was too playful, flirting everywhere. I thought I'd struck gold with a foreign girl, but it turns out she's even more lustful than me. She wanted me to go with her to do wife-swapping, and I was forced to come with my wife. Karma's coming back! Swapping wives with my mom, everything's in chaos, I don't know how to explain this to Dad."

"Why should I explain to him? Don't be upset, isn't this great! I'm too lazy to deal with that old geezer anymore. He's been completely drained by women. He's tried everything—three-whip wine, Viagra, Indian aphrodisiac oil—and nothing worked. I've figured it out. I'm going to get over this and divorce him. He just doesn't want to, afraid that getting a divorce at his age will make him a laughingstock. If you don't laugh, I'll be honest. I was so horny I almost went to Shenzhen with a group of wives to hire male prostitutes! Last night was the first time in my life someone had been so good to me. I felt like I was in heaven. I didn't know it was you then. If you wanted me to elope with you, I would have said yes immediately."
At this point, Mom seemed to be overwhelmed with emotion and started crying again on the bed. Her crying made me flustered. I wanted to tell Mom to stop crying, but she was crying so much that I was completely lost and didn't know what to do. My

mom said to me, "You're a man, you should know what to do."

I asked, "Know what to do?"

She said, "Who knows what you want to do?"

I didn't understand what she meant, and she cried even louder. I found the bra and panties that my mom had taken off last night and put them on her, thinking I could cheer her up. But she didn't appreciate it and threw them on the ground, refusing to wear them. Since she wouldn't put her clothes back on, I was at a loss. Should I just put them on myself and leave her alone?

Finally, I pretended to be careful and whispered in her ear, "Mom, please stop crying. I was wrong last night, I'm sorry. Please don't be angry with me, okay?"

I don't know if I misheard, but my mom said coquettishly, "I didn't say I was angry with you. I've already been seen naked and touched all over, and you're still like a block of wood, not understanding what I mean." "

You mean..."

"Think about it a little crookedly, and you'll understand."

I had no reason not to understand, but in front of my mom, I wouldn't dare to think that way even if I had the guts. Thinking too much would ruin my brain. I said to my mom, "So you're not mad at me anymore?" She nodded.

I seized the opportunity and asked her, "So that means you also want to..." I didn't dare say the rest, it was too creepy.

It was her turn to ask me back, "Tell me, what do you want to do?" I said I didn't have the guts to continue. She said, "You're bullying me! You're so hesitant, are you taking advantage of your mother because she's not sensible?"

I said, "How dare I, I can't bully my mother, I'd be struck by lightning if I did!" Then I said, "Mom, you're so hot, I want to kiss you, is that okay?" I whispered this very close to her ear.

My mom said, "You just said I was a fake again?" I immediately comforted her, "Mom, don't cry, so you were just complaining that I don't know what's good for you!" That made her stop crying and start laughing.

She was lying face down on the bed. I patted her bottom and asked where she wanted me to kiss her. She turned over and, like a shy girl experiencing her first love, said to me, "We're not going to be so calculating, you can kiss me wherever you want!" Then she closed her eyes intently, stretched out her arms for me to hug her, and I heard her say, "You said you'd kiss me again, why aren't you coming? Nobody loves Mommy, you have to love me more!"

Hearing my mom say that, I put my arm around her waist and pulled her into my arms, ready to kiss her to my heart's content. She said, "Your kisses feel so good. Since we haven't gotten dressed yet and we're warmed up, how about..." At this point, my mom pouted, waiting for me to kiss her.

Did I hear that right? What did my mom say? What was she planning? My heart almost jumped out of my mouth in fright. She reminded me that we'd been completely naked in bed from last night until this morning. My mom let me do whatever I wanted, touching her breasts and groping her genitals, without fear of being taken advantage of. Why was I so afraid now? Just because she's my mother?

If she were a stranger, with no blood relation, it wouldn't matter, but sleeping with my mom still felt strange. Seeing her so alluring, sprawled on the bed like she was in heat, waiting to be kissed, was I going to back down just because she's my mother?

Never mind, my mom said she's human too, with feelings. Am I not human, without feelings? How do you explain last night's events? Aside from being my mother, she's no different from any other woman. Is that the reason I can't kiss her? Is it okay? If it's okay, go for it! At worst, I'll treat her like a second woman and then I won't have any worries. Driven by lust, I closed my eyes and kissed her first. We've been through this before; even thunder couldn't separate us now!

As soon as I lay on top of my mom, our chests pressed together, she hugged me tightly, automatically offering her mouth to me. We kissed each other, inseparable like conjoined twins. At first, she gently stroked my back, but soon she became more impatient than I was, reaching into my underwear to pull out my erect penis. Wow! She knew she'd struck gold the moment she touched it, because the muzzle was pointing skyward, ready for battle.

She quickly pulled off my inconvenient underwear, then gently stroked my shaft with her delicate hands. To be honest, my penis was now rock hard, veins bulging, and throbbing, ready to fire at any moment. If she suddenly backed out and refused to have sex with me, leaving me unable to stop, I'd curse her out! If I couldn't find a woman, I'd even treat a sow as a wife for a while.

My mom bit my earlobe and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Can I play with your little penis?"

Just then, as we were about to make love again, someone knocked on the door and shouted, "Wife, it's me! Are you in the room?"
(Postscript

: It was obvious that the person knocking was my dad!) Everyone had been playing all night and had gone back to their rooms, but he couldn't find his way in; the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door was still up.

I looked at my mom, gave her a wink, and asked her what to do. Just now, I was rolling around on the bed with my mom in my arms, both of us were already very aroused, and my "cannon" was already inside her, doing push-ups, making me incredibly happy. I thrust hard, until my mom was shaking her head and moaning loudly… The old man standing at the door could hear me even if he were deaf!

Seeing that I didn't dare move, my mom immediately wrapped her legs around my buttocks and clamped them tightly around me, locking me in place, afraid I would pull my penis out. My mother wouldn't let me go, so how could I leave?

She tightened her vagina around my penis, telling me to keep going and ignore my father, letting him wait at the door. I said, "Dad's standing at the door banging on it, it's so hard for me!" So my mother impatiently told him to stay out a little longer, that she was having sex, and to wait until she was finished before letting him in. I'm really fed up with my mother; how could she say such things to her husband!

She said, "So what if he's my husband? Even if he's the emperor, there's no room for discussion!" However, I do have a feeling about what my mother said. Does my wife, Shanshan, remember her husband when she's having sex with another man?

Do you think my father knows which man is having sex with his wife in his room? He's not old enough to have dementia; he definitely knows. Saying he doesn't is just pretending! He searched the whole ship, only finding Shanshan, but not me. Where could I possibly be?

To get back to the point, here's what happened: My dad didn't happen to get the key to my room last night, but he did look for me before knocking on his door. He ended up finding Shanshan. Since my dad didn't have a partner, the two of them...

sigh! I had to swallow my pride. I know exactly what kind of person my wife is. Since we were out having fun, I was mentally prepared, so there was nothing I could do about it. The two of us took turns having sex; when he had sex with my wife, I had sex with his. I don't know how he did it, but I did it until the boat was almost docked. My mom wouldn't let me leave until we were about to disembark. We didn't have time to find our partners, so we switched places after we got ashore. My dad seemed expressionless.

Shanshan once boasted that even if her father-in-law was a salted fish, she could turn him into seafood. I'll try to find out what happened between them. Shanshan shook her head, admitting there was no way to bring them back to life. According to Shanshan, her father probably couldn't overcome his psychological barrier. She had tried every trick in the book, but still couldn't make her father-in-law's dead snake turn into a dragon.

Comparisons are odious; my mother and I, on the other hand, were like a pair of lovesick fools, going at it again and again. My mother even went so far as to drain me dry, sucking and licking my penis clean before letting me go, leaving me with a sore back and weak legs, almost needing Shanshan's help to walk. My mother fared even

worse, clutching her vulva, saying it was swollen and painful from my fucking, almost to the point of screaming for help. She limped out of the room, saying she had never experienced such pleasure before, and would gladly die from the pain.

What really happened to my father last night? No one knows unless he tells us. The rules forbade male guests from singing about it afterward. They could boast as much as they wanted, claiming to be incredibly skilled, but they were forbidden from commenting on which woman was hot or not, and female guests were also prohibited from revealing which male guest was a good match in bed. Wife-swapping was all about fleeting romance; whether Dad could profit from it was up to him. After one night, they were friends again the next day; whether the night was good or not, everyone understood. These were the basic social etiquette rules of the wife-swapping club.

A few months passed in the blink of an eye. Shanshan noticed her mother wearing a wide skirt and looking plump, and said to me, "Judging from your figure, you seem to be pregnant." "Really?" I joked with my mother, asking if she had stopped doing her slimming exercises. She said, "You idiot! I'm exactly what people call 'shameless, pregnant to 49,' and even you're making fun of me."

Mom's pregnant? This was a big deal! Thinking back, I remembered that morning when I was having sex with her. I was so focused on the act that I thought my mom was an acquaintance and I didn't need to be so polite. I went straight in without a condom, breaking the first rule of the wife-swapping club. It's very likely that I

'm the one who got the child. I'll remember this from now on: no matter how close you are to someone, you must wear a seatbelt when you're racing, or someone might die! I asked my mom who the other woman was. She said, "Why am I suddenly being so filial to her?" Yes, I know I was wrong. I've always neglected my mom. When I wanted her to help me satisfy my desires, I would say I was very good to her, and then I would forget about her. So I blamed Shanshan, saying it was all her fault for having such a high sex drive that I was always busy and didn't even have time to check on my mom. For the past few months, I haven't even had a chance to ask if she needed me to help her with her itch.

I asked her how much my dad knew about the truth. My mom said, "I barely exchange two words with him all day. If you're so curious, go ask him yourself!" It

's not that I don't want to clean up this mess, but I don't know how to follow up. Actually, I'm not stupid. This kind of family scandal involving incest between mother and son, or mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, is best kept as secret as possible. It must not be made public, and especially, I must not take responsibility or falsely accuse anyone of being involved.

I secretly talked to my dad, and he sighed, "I don't even need a blood test to know it wasn't me who fathered this child. I don't have that kind of ability anymore! Who is this 'guest brother'? It doesn't matter who it is! Your dad has done so many philandering things, and this is the retribution he's received. I've sown countless seeds of philandering outside. It's all for the best. As long as your mom doesn't keep nagging about divorce, that's already a blessing in disguise. Divorce is just dividing the inheritance with her. Anyway, I can't take all my assets with me to the grave; they'll all be left to you and your children!"

I patted my dad's shoulder, comforting him, "I can't help you with the grudges and entanglements between you and Mom from the previous generation. As for this future brother, don't worry, I'll definitely take care of him until he's an adult. But as for those philandering affairs with strangers outside, I'm sorry, you'll have to figure that out yourself!"

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