Chaos? Unending 1-3

Chaos Without End 1-3

(Part 1)
I lit a cigarette in bed after sex, looking at the emptiness in my breath, thinking that perhaps this was the most humble comfort!
The woman beside the bed was my mistress, the other woman, named Xiaoyun. Looking at her flushed face after her orgasm, her pink
32C breasts, I reached out and squeezed her cute yet firm nipples, then spread her legs
to see the semen I had just forcefully poured in slowly overflowing from her slightly swollen vulva,
sometimes blowing bubbles as air escaped…
Perhaps my movements were too rough, or perhaps she had sobered up after the passion, she slowly got up and said, “I should
go back .” She went to the bathroom. I dried myself off briefly, got dressed, and waited for her to come out (actually, I should
shower again when I got home, but I'm lazy).
After leaving the motel, I took Xiaoyun directly to a nearby taxi stand to let her go home, and then I drove home myself
. Looking back on my affair with Xiaoyun, it really
felt like a mix of first love and new marriage.
When I got home, I found a letter in the mailbox. It had no sender or recipient,
only my address. I felt something hard inside; it was round. I didn't think much of it and put it in
my suit pocket.
After entering the house, my son called out, "Dad," and continued watching TV. I mustered
some strength to reply, "Yeah, is your mom back?" My son said, "Mom...she went out,
she should be back soon!" (This kid is so hesitant, what's going on? I felt a little uneasy.)
I subconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall; it was 11:50. I asked him, "What time did your mom
leave ?" My son replied, "Around 8 or 9!" (What's this woman up to? Left at 9,
and still no word from her by almost midnight.)
I just told my son to go to bed early and went upstairs. My daughter's room is directly opposite my bedroom door, and my
son's room is next door. I saw light peeking through my daughter's door and thought, "This little girl's still awake?" So I opened the door
and went in. She was doing her homework, which comforted me.
My daughter turned and called me "Dad," then continued reading her book. I went into her room and saw her slightly
see-through nightgown, through which I could see her black bra. Her breasts must be a B cup (kids these days develop so
well)? And those cute little red polka-dot panties... Looking at them, my little brother started getting a little excited!
I thought, "I just finished with Xiaoyun, aren't you satisfied?"
Perhaps my daughter sensed my voyeurism, or perhaps she realized her nightgown was a little see-through.
She grabbed her school jacket from the back of the chair, put it on, and said, "Dad, it's late
, I'm going to sleep." I replied, "Oh, go to sleep early," and left my daughter's room. I went
straight into my room, and as I took off my clothes, I remembered there was a letter. I opened it, and inside was a CD! My immediate
thought was : '?!' I looked at the envelope again; there was no sender's name, only my home address (I only realized now
that you can receive mail even if have the recipient's address, even if you don't write the sender's address).
So I put it in the DVD player to watch. The first thing that came to mind was a scene of a man and a woman having sex. I thought, "Who
sent me this porn?" Upon closer inspection, it looked like my room, and the woman was clearly my wife! (Wow,
I was secretly filmed! Mom, I'm the male lead now!)
Wait, that man isn't me! I don't know him! A fire of anger rose from my dantian to my head. I looked
at the screen and found the place where the hidden camera was located, above the wardrobe. I grabbed a chair and climbed up to look. The wardrobe was covered
in dust, and there was a small square mark on the outer edge (this must be where the small camera was kept). I looked
around again but didn't see the camera (it must have been taken away).
Just then, I heard my son call out, "Mom, you're back!" I quickly ejected the DVD, put it in my suit jacket,
and went straight into the bathroom, closing the curtain. My wife came in to use the bathroom. I turned on the tap,
and the sound of her urinating filled the air.
I asked, "Where did you go? It's past midnight." My wife said weakly, "Nothing much, just
Ya-wen, the girl I met at the yoga studio. She wanted to chat with me." I didn't respond.
I quickly washed myself, put on my bathrobe, and was about to open the door when my wife pushed it open. She said, "I'm all
sweaty, I'm going to take a shower." She smelled strongly of alcohol. I asked, "Have you been drinking?" She said, "
Just a little."
I walked to the living room, puzzled. I saw my son was still watching TV. I said, "Go to sleep!" Perhaps sensing my bad mood, my
son simply said "Okay" and went back to his room.
I turned on the TV in the living room, but my mind kept wandering. Had my wife cheated on me? But who
filmed this? My wife wouldn't dare let me know she was having an affair… No! Had she found out about my infidelity? Was this her
revenge? Or was it filmed by that guy? And who was that guy? What benefit would he get from this? Would he want me to divorce my wife?
While I was engrossed in this reasoning, my wife finished showering, I turned off the TV, and went back to the room. Lying in bed, I
kept thinking about the disc. What would that bring me? And how should I respond? How should I talk to my wife about it
? Completely lost, I looked at my wife's 32D breasts,
slightly sagging due to age, and
her thumb-sized dark nipples from breastfeeding. Although she practices yoga, her
belly . Under her sheer nightgown, I could see some stretch marks from after childbirth, and she
was wearing white lace panties underneath. Actually, my wife is still very attractive.
Just as I was feeling a surge of smug satisfaction, my stomach started churning. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I lit
a cigarette . My gaze fell on my wife's sexy black lace panties in the laundry basket. I noticed
a small patch of white discharge at the bottom. I picked it up, touched it, and smelled it—it smelled like semen! My wife had just
had ? What did this have to do with the DVD? Was this woman getting revenge on me?
I felt a feeling I'd never experienced before. Was it sadness? Grief? Sexual excitement? Or anger? I didn't
know how to describe it.
After my diarrhea subsided, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep until the alarm rang. I checked the time:
6:30. I got out of bed and washed my face. My wife was still asleep. I woke her up and asked, "Don't you
have to ?" She said she had a day off. I left the room and saw my daughter and son in their school uniforms about to leave.
I said, "I'll take you to the school bus!" and we went out together.
When I got to the garage and drove out, I saw my son looking through the mailbox. After my son and daughter got in the car, I casually
asked, "Any mail?" My son replied, "No, no," but his eyes looked a little strange. I didn't think too much about it;
perhaps I was a little dazed from not sleeping all night. I drove my son and daughter to the school bus stop and went straight to the company.
I happened to run into Xiaoyun in the company elevator. We exchanged a knowing glance and went inside
, but I was still restless and couldn't calm down. At this time, Lao Cheng from the sales department came over and said that he was going to
a client's and needed someone from our R&D department to talk to the client about the new product. I glanced around and saw
that Xiaoyun and I were the only ones available, so I said, "I'll go with you!"
In the car, Lao Cheng talked to me about family, but I just listened without replying. Lao Cheng probably sensed that I was
preoccupied and didn't say anything more. When we got to the client's place, I learned that the client was in the business of surveillance and
eavesdropping equipment.
We chatted about work, and then Lao Cheng said he needed to go back to the company to file documents and pick up samples to submit. He got
into his car, and I immediately bought some equipment from the boss—a 48-hour continuous listening device and a small pinhole
camera —thinking to myself, "I'm going to catch the culprit!"
At noon, I called home to confirm my wife wasn't there. I took a day off that afternoon to go home and set up the
listening device and pinhole camera before finally taking a nap in the living room.
Around 5 PM, my wife came home and, somewhat startled, said, "Oh, why are you
home so early today?" I replied, "Headache," and continued watching TV, loosening my tie as if I'd just returned.
My wife went straight to the room to shower. When she came out, she said, "I forgot to buy groceries, I'm going out for a bit," and
left. I went to the bathroom and saw a smear on her leopard-print underwear—it was obviously not her bodily
fluids! My heart sank. I accepted the situation. I just wanted to know who was behind this, the one who was laughing at me and sending me a CD to
mock me.
Hearing the door open, I went to the living room. My son and daughter had returned. I composed myself and said,
"Your mom just went to buy groceries. Go take a shower first!" My daughter simply replied "Okay" and went into her room. My son, however, asked me
, "Dad, did you see a letter when you came back?" My heart skipped a beat! Could this kid be looking for that
disc ? Did he have someone burn it for him?
Feeling uneasy, I said, "No, I don't know. Let's ask your mom later if she received it."
My son said "Okay" and went into his room. My mind was racing. Could it be that my son filmed it? But
how did he get those devices? What was his motive...?
I ate dinner with the children, filled with questions. During dinner, I told them, "I'm
going to an outlying island for a business trip in the next two days. You have to listen to your mother." Then I went back to my room to pack my clothes.
The next day, I left before dawn and borrowed a friend's car to hide near my house, looking for any clues.
Around 7 a.m., my son and daughter went to the school bus stop to wait for the bus. A little while later, I saw my son
chatting with a man near the bus stop. The man gave my son something (it was too far away to see clearly). Then my son spoke
briefly to his sister and ran straight home. He didn't come out until the school bus arrived.
After noon, I bought some food at a nearby convenience store and then went back to keep watch outside the house. In the afternoon, I saw my wife
come out with red and swollen eyes (she looked like she had been crying). Soon after, a car came to pick her up and drove away. I followed
them afraid of being discovered, and followed slowly.
The car drove out of the city, all the way to the coast, and I could still see them. I hid in
a distance where They didn't get out of the car; they stayed for about an hour, then took my wife home, dropped her off, and drove off.
"What's going on? Is he not the adulterer?" I thought to myself. If I followed this car, I might not catch the real adulterer,
and I'd be at a loss.
I went back to the house to keep watch. The next day, only my daughter went to the school bus stop to wait for the bus. Where was my son? He didn't go to school?
What's that kid up to? Then, around noon, I didn't see my wife and son leave. I saw my son constantly touching his mother
's butt and hugging her waist, while my wife's face remained flushed.
I followed behind them until they went into a sex shop (this...), stayed for a while, and then came
out carrying a bag of things before going home. I also stayed at my friend's house for the night, thinking I'd know
the answer .

(II)
When I got back to the company to sort out some things, Xiaoyun came to my side and said, "Can you come with me to 'discuss official business' tonight?"
(Discuss official business: discussing official matters. It means discussing business or official duties. Xiaoyun and I interpreted it as her husband
not being home today!) I thought it was a good idea, so I agreed. Then I packed some things, asked the accounting department
for some falsified invoices, and went to the underground parking lot to get my car.
When the elevator reached the parking lot, I heard people talking. Listening closely, I recognized Xiaoyun. Like I'd done something wrong, I hid
to listen: "Your mom and… don't panic… I didn't expect this… no, calm down, and then…"
Suddenly, someone patted me on the back. I turned around and saw Lao Cheng. Lao Cheng said, "What are you doing here? Weren't you going to do business with
Xiaoyun ?" In my panic, I immediately took out my phone, pretending I was about to make a call, and replied,
"Oh, no, just telling home I'll be home later." Just then, I saw Xiaoyun walking towards me out of the corner of my eye, so
I quickly chatted with Lao Cheng, pretending we'd just gotten off the elevator together. I waved to Xiaoyun, turned to Lao Cheng, and said, "I'm
leaving now." I went straight to my car.
In the car, Xiaoyun looked preoccupied. I asked, "Is something wrong?" Xiaoyun said somewhat awkwardly,
"No… nothing, just… nothing! My husband said he's coming back." I said, "Are you still going to '
do business '?" She said, "Yeah, whatever, let's go have some fun~" The car drove straight into a motel.
As usual, Xiaoyun went to shower first. When she came out, she was only wrapped in a bath towel and started by giving me oral sex.
Xiaoyun's technique was amazing; I almost gave in to her mouth every time. She would sometimes lick the tip
of my penis with the tip of her tongue, and then carefully circle and lick the glans, while her hands would occasionally change the tightness of her grip on my scrotum. I responded by
moving her genitals in front of me.
We were in a 69 position. I licked Xiaoyun's urethra with the tip of my tongue, and
gently rubbed the tip of her clitoris with my fingers. Xiaoyun let out a soft "hmm" and her body trembled. I continued to insert my index and middle fingers into her vagina.
I pressed my thumb against her clitoris, teasing and probing the vaginal walls, twisting and turning my fingers inside. I gently inserted one finger
deep into her vagina, then another before she was ready.
With my other hand, I pressed my thumb against her anus, deliberately not inserting it, but instead moving my fingers inside her
vagina while pressing firmly on that spot with my thumb. Then I placed my palm
on her mound—the area where pubic hair grows—my fingers lightly resting on her labia, my thumbs on her inner thighs,
gently pressing my hand on her mound and making circular motions.
I deliberately avoided direct contact with her skin, moving my hand over her pubic hair, then lightly flicking her
labia with my fingers at a rate of once per second. A woman's cervix is usually located at the top back of her vagina; it feels
somewhat like a dome of thin tissue, sometimes with a small central opening, like a chin. I carefully stimulated
the area around the cervix.
The clitoris is a special organ; I know it's more sensitive than any part of a man's penis.
Gently pushing and pulling the veil covering the clitoris, rubbing it through the labia, reduces the pain caused by excessive roughness and brings
pleasure.
At this moment, Xiaoyun turned her head and said, "Come in~" Looking at her flushed and shy expression, I raised
my weapon it into her flower. Xiaoyun's panting breath excited me, so I increased the speed of my thrusts, then
slowed down, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, calm and unhurried, while my hands wandered freely over her breasts.
I used my arm strength to make Xiaoyun's body in front of me, making clockwise and counterclockwise movements around the point of contact between her genitals, my
penis constantly churning inside her vagina. Xiaoyun began to moan freely because of my changes in position: "Mmm...
ah..." Suddenly, Xiaoyun clamped her legs around my waist. I instinctively felt that she might be about to climax, so I thrust deeply into her,
then slowly pulled out and then thrust in again forcefully, easing my movements and teasing her.
At this moment, Xiaoyun said, "What are you doing? Hurry up... I'm almost at my climax, and you still... um..." I deliberately
interrupted her before she could finish speaking, thrusting hard to stop her (this trick always works for men), until I
felt a warm rush from the head of my penis, and then I ejaculated my pent-up desire of the past two days with my final thrust.
I lit a cigarette afterward, watching the empty smoke disappear into the air, perhaps still unable to accept what I had just witnessed,
unable to relive the intense battle.
After her orgasm, Xiaoyun sobered up and said, "I'm going to take a shower." I only responded with a "Mm," and she went into
the bathroom . Listening to the sound of water, I secretly opened Xiaoyun's purse, took out her phone, and checked who had just called her.
The number stunned me! This is my home phone! Was it my wife? Or my son? I quickly put it back.
Xiaoyun had just finished showering and came out. Seeing my strange expression, she asked, "Are you alright?" I said,
"No... I'm fine. By the way, are you hungry? Want to go eat?" Xiaoyun only said, "Not really hungry, I'll eat when I get
home ." We tidied ourselves up, and I drove Xiaoyun to a nearby taxi stand,
then turned onto the road home. My mind was still full of questions. Xiaoyun had just been on the phone with someone at home!
Who could it be?
After parking the car at home, I glanced at the mailbox and saw a letter. My heart skipped a beat: another
drama ! I took it out to look at it. This time, there was no sender or recipient, only my home address. But it
didn't feel like a CD; it felt like there was paper inside. I went to the stairwell and opened it. It was a photo of my wife and another man at
a hotel ! There was also a letter inside. I read it:
"Baihong (my son), these are the photos you wanted. I'll skip class to be your personal paparazzi. I hope the price is
reasonable . Haha!"
My son hired someone to follow his mother? Where's the CD? My heart was filled with mixed feelings, and one question after another popped into my head!
I entered the house, and my wife was in the kitchen. "Ah...you're back...um...right?" Judging from her
voice, I immediately thought: What on earth is going on? Then I saw my son stand up from under the kitchen cabinet and say, "Dad,
you're back?"
I went closer and saw that my wife's cheeks were flushed, and there was some sweat on her forehead. The
hem looked like it had just been pulled up, and my son's mouth looked like he'd eaten some paste. I had a pretty good idea
of what had happened, but I wasn't entirely sure, and I couldn't quite accept the reality.
I said, "Yeah, I'm a little tired, I'm going to take a shower." Then I pretended to be calm and left the living room. As I passed by, I could still
hear my wife whispering, "Don't do that, your dad hasn't come into the room yet." I pretended not to hear. Just as
I reached the bedroom door and was about to open it, I heard her say again, "It's all your fault for using such a terrible method! It didn't provoke my dad, but
my mom and brother are messing around!" This… I quickly pressed my ear to my daughter's bedroom door to listen carefully.
"Now, you'd better have a way, or I'll show your husband the photos of you and my dad having an affair!"
My gut feeling was: Could the person talking on the phone with Xiaoyun in the parking lot just now be my daughter?!

(III)
My head felt like it had been hit with a hammer, completely blank. Was it resentment or reluctance? Yet, I was also a little excited!
My thoughts were falling apart like pieces of a puzzle.
I went back to my room and thought about everything that had happened. How should I face this now? Who should I confront?
I was at a loss.
I took off my clothes and went to the bathroom to turn on the shower, trying to calm myself down. At least I needed
to find out who my wife's lover was. For the sake of this family, how should I deal with this?
My wife said from outside the bathroom, "Honey, my son and I are going for a walk in the park. You and our daughter go eat first, don't
wait for us." Before I could respond, I heard the bedroom door slam shut: "Bang!" (A walk? I could
only a bitter smile.)
I put on a bathrobe and went into the room, took out the hidden camera I had installed, connected it to the computer, put on my headphones, and started
playing back the events that had happened at home over the past two days.
That day, after I left the house, my wife got up to prepare breakfast for the children. A short while later, I heard, "Mom,
we're leaving!" and "Be careful on the road." After the children left, my wife started changing her clothes. Halfway through, she heard
someone open the door. She grabbed her coat, put it on, and went out of the room. Seeing it was her son, she said, "Baihong,
did you forget something?" Her son replied, "Mom~~ I know! Hehe..."
My wife frowned and said, "What are you laughing at? The school bus is almost here, and you're still..." Before
she could finish her face turned pale. Her son said, "Mom, the woman in this photo looks a lot like you, right? I know that man too, he's
my sister's homeroom teacher!" (So the lover I was looking for was my daughter's teacher!)
The son said, "Mom, let me have you, or I'll show the photos to Dad!" The wife said, "Are you crazy
? I'm your mother, where did those photos come from?" The son said, "Never mind where the photos came from. I know you
went to a hotel with Teacher Huang, and you even did it at home. It would be so funny if I showed the photos to Dad."
As he spoke, the son moved closer to his wife, while she retreated to the edge of the bed, saying, "Baihong, you can't do this
! I'm your mother! Give me the photos, and I won't hit you anymore. Be good, okay?" The son ignored his wife's
pleas his way to the edge of the bed, pushing his mother down. My 165cm tall wife was pushed onto the bed by my son; a woman's strength
is no match for a man's.
The wife cried out, "No! This isn't right! I'm your mother..." The son forcefully pulled off his mother's
coat (she had been changing and hadn't expected this, so she was only wearing a coat). The coat was easily
pulled off by the son. The wife struggled and cried, "No... Waaah... I'm your mother, this is
incest !"
The wife was now only wearing underwear, while the son stared intently at the dark
nipple , pulling down her pants. The wife kicked her son off the bed, grabbed
the coat he had just forcibly removed from the bedside table, covered her chest with it, and collapsed onto the bed, weeping.
The son, slightly sobered by the kick, stood up and said, "Mom, I'm sorry! I really
love you, but you..." Before he could finish, my wife coldly interrupted him with "Get out."
Perhaps fearing that further pressure might lead to his mother's suicide, the son wisely left the room. As soon as the son left, the wife
burst into tears.
Then I switched the channel to another channel and saw my son go back to his room, lie on the bed, and take
a pair of women's underwear from under his pillow to masturbate, calling out, "Mom~~ Mom~~" I lit a cigarette and switched the channel
back to the room, but I had no idea that someone was behind me. Maybe it was because I was wearing headphones?
I saw my wife crying on the bed for a while, then she got up, put on her clothes, and made a phone call: "Waaah...
my son has photos of me and you at the hotel... he just tried to rape me... waaah... what should I do? Waaah..."
My wife cried as she recounted what had just happened.
Not long after she hung up, someone knocked on the door. My wife was a little startled and didn't answer. "Mom, are you
okay ?" my son asked from outside the door, then said, "I really like you. I really had no other choice but
to beg you like this." My wife just said coldly, "Let me have some peace and quiet," and didn't say anything more.
My son probably knew that his mother couldn't accept it yet, so he wisely went back to his room.
Then my wife turned on the computer (that's when I realized I hadn't installed a camera in front of the computer! What a blunder!). I
immediately zoomed out to see if there were any records,
and all I saw was my wife searching online for advice on how to refuse her son's desire to have sex with her. The responses were... "Just give in to him," "That won't do," "Take
your son outdoors more often," and some were even joking and kicking her while she was down.
Later, I saw someone post an article titled "On the Possibility and Necessity of Mother-Son Sex," and my wife was rubbing her legs
together as (perhaps she was slowly accepting what was about to happen).
I quickly switched to my wife coming back after she left, and saw her go straight to her son's room. As soon as she entered, she
locked the door. Before her son could react, my wife said, "Baihong, I'll give it to you! But you can't
let anyone know, and you can't let Daddy know either, or I'll kill myself." After saying that, she started taking off her clothes, and her son
watched with a joyful expression.
The wife undressed and lay on their son's bed. The son also took off his clothes, climbed onto the bed, and began sucking on his wife's
erect, dark nipples. "Mmm... be gentle... it hurts..." the wife said, blushing. The son looked up at
his wife and asked, "Mom, are you really going to give it to me?" The wife blushed even more and said, "Don't you want it? If you do, hurry up! Don't
ask any more questions, or forget it!" She sat up as soon as she finished speaking.
The son immediately panicked and said, "I want it... and I want to see Mom's pussy." The wife blushed and didn't
respond . She lay down and spread her legs, while the son reached between her legs and touched her groin.
The wife trembled.
The son said, "Mom, you peed? It's all wet!" The wife covered her face with her hands and said, "Don't do that! I'm so
embarrassed." The son, while touching his wife's vulva, said, "Mom, don't be shy!" (This kid
doesn't he has a big penis! But should I be proud that my son has a good penis, or should I feel sorry for my wife? Perhaps
I can't get used to this complicated emotion yet, while my little son in my lower body is getting excited...)
The son climbed on top of his wife, excitedly pushed his wife's hands away, and their lips met. The son sucked
on his wife's wet and soft tongue and kissed her passionately. He's only 17 years old, but he kisses so
well. I wonder where this kid learned it from? The wife hugged her son's neck with both hands and kissed him back passionately, sucking on
his tongue. The mother and son kissed passionately on the bed like this.
They greedily enjoyed each other's body heat, and their breathing became heavier and heavier. After a while, the son released
his wife's lips and kissed her down. The wife closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed her son's wet kiss. Seeing my wife's
blissful expression, my mind went blank again.
I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and as I exhaled, I saw my wife spread her legs, reach down to my son
's crotch, grasp his penis, and slowly guide it between her thighs, whispering, "Come in!" My son lifted my wife's legs
and thrust in forcefully, with a "whoosh" sound, his penis slid in all the way. My wife
exhaled , and instantly, I became erect.
And so, my son began his thrusting motion, while my wife gently kissed his face, stroking his
hair. I witnessed a scene I hadn't wanted to see for days; my mind went blank, but my body
was pounding with excitement.
My son continued to thrust into my wife, feeling the tightness, the contractions, and the lubrication inside her, his head
lowered as he rubbed against his mother's breasts. "Baihong, be gentle... um..." my wife said, responding to her son's thrusts,
gently accepting his impact. My wife appeared excited, yet maintained the reserve of a mother, like a
sponge, quietly accepting her son's actions.
A few minutes later, the son stirred a few times and lay stiffly on top of his wife. They both caught their breath,
and the wife wiped the sweat from her son's forehead. The son then played with his wife's breasts for a while before sitting up.
My wife went into the bathroom, and a moment later I heard the sound of running water. My son, still dressed, went into the bathroom too.
Soon after, I heard my wife's voice: "Ah! Baihong, what are you doing in here? Get out!" My son said,
"Mom, let me shower with you!" My wife said, "No... oh! Don't do that... Okay, stop touching me like that
, let's shower together!" Then I heard their laughter from the bathroom.
Just then, I took off my headphones and felt someone behind me. I instinctively turned around and saw a figure flash
by. Who was it! Was it my daughter?

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