My Husband Transformation Diary Part 3

I enjoy taking walks in the park by the river, which is a few stops from my home. My son and I always go there on our little electric scooter.
This evening, as usual, I linked arms with my son and we strolled slowly along the riverbank. A gentle breeze caressed our faces, filling me with a wonderful sense of peace and contentment. I spoke softly, occasionally glancing up at him, wanting him to see the happiness radiating from my face. He kept looking at his phone, occasionally grunting in response. Seeing his distracted state, I got a little annoyed and said, "You're so distracted even for a walk! All you do is play on your phone all day. No wonder your future mother-in-law thinks you lack ambition. You should try harder!"
"Mom, I think you're great in every way, just a little nagging," he said, still looking at his phone.
"Hmph, I knew you'd complain. Men are all the same, even your own son can't be relied on."
I let go of his hand and walked forward.
"Mom!" He caught up and hugged me. "Mom... Little Mantou, no woman can compare to you. How could I dislike you? A son doesn't dislike his mother... No, no, in my heart you're the most beautiful. Okay, don't be angry."
“You’ve always caused me worry since you were little. Now that you’re grown up and know how to love me, I’m still filled with anxiety. Have you thought about what would happen if your dad found out about us?”
He looked at me and said, “If we can’t hide it, I’ll insist that I forced you, and I’ll accept whatever Dad does to me.”
I sighed. “If that happens, this family will probably fall apart. Don’t you think about the consequences? You’re so unrestrained at home.”
My son put his arm around me and we sat down on a chair not far away. He said, “You’re still blaming me? Remember your birthday night? I was really afraid Dad would ruin us.”
“Oh, so your calm demeanor was just an act.”

My son was referring to my birthday last month. My sisters and I had planned a birthday party for me, but I declined. I just wanted to spend this birthday with my family. This year was special, and I didn’t dare to have any other expectations. I would be content as long as everything was peaceful and safe.
My birthday was on a weekend. Although it was raining heavily and inconvenient to go out, I was still very happy because they were home with me. The rain stopped after dinner. So I made them come shopping with me. I even wore a tight-fitting short dress, something I usually only wear when my husband and I go out in long dresses to please him. He thinks it's disgusting for other men to see his wife's thighs and cleavage, yet he likes to stare at women in short skirts and short tops on the street. He's such a conservative and selfish person. This time, I wanted to test his attitude again. As we went out into the living room, my son exclaimed, "Mom, you're so sexy!" I gave him a big kiss and said in a sweet voice, "Drooling, huh?" My son looked at my husband and laughed, "Dad drooled too." "Nonsense!" my husband laughed and scolded, "But you really are beautiful, your charm hasn't diminished." With that, we left the house together.
My husband was driving, and I was sitting next to him. When we were almost there, I suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh dear, I forgot something." After they guessed a few times what I had forgotten, I lifted my right leg slightly and said casually, "I forgot to wear underwear."
My husband glanced at my thigh a few times and said, "Just be careful when you walk, it's okay."
My son reminded me from behind, "Dad, drive carefully, don't keep looking at Mom's thighs."
"What are you yelling about? I know what's going on. Your mom is a real vixen."
Maybe it was because it had just rained, there weren't many people in the mall. We walked around for a while, bought some things, went out for a late-night snack, and then went home. After blowing out the birthday candles, I sat between them and said sweetly, "Give me a kiss each as a blessing, honey, you go first." I turned to him, and he hesitated, perhaps because our son was nearby. I urged him repeatedly before he finally leaned in and kissed my forehead.
"No sincerity at all," I said, feigning displeasure. I smeared some cream on my lips with my finger and said, "Again!" This time he agreed more readily, but as his lips approached, I quickly wiped them on his neck, then chuckled. My husband said, "Like a child," and tried to get up for a tissue. I stopped him, saying, "I'll help you." I leaned in and ran my tongue up and down his neck, then gently licked it clean. My husband leaned back, letting me do as I pleased. I whispered in his ear, "Is it comfortable?" He nodded. I knew he was burning with desire; after I ignited it in the car, it had only grown stronger. But the teasing continued.
I turned back and applied cream as before, then turned to my son and said, "Baby, it's your turn to give my blessing." I got up, rolled up my pencil skirt, straddled his lap, and buried my head in his. Soon, our lips met, our tongues intertwining in perfect harmony. Gradually, a warm current surged through me; I was already soaking wet. Flirting with my son is always exciting and incredibly stimulating. I can never control myself and let him do as he pleases. They say boys who are attached to their mothers are "mommy boys," but in front of my son, I'm just an obedient little woman. I was starting to lose myself, my hips swaying involuntarily. He understood, his hand moving down my thigh and then my buttocks. His fingers gently probed downwards, finding my anus and pressing and rubbing up and down. The pressure was just right, it felt so good. After a while, I wanted to move my fingers to my anus, which was getting increasingly itchy. So I rolled up my skirt a little higher, sticking my buttocks up. He understood what I meant, and his fingers started sliding there. "Baby, you're so good, you know how itchy Mommy is down there. Oh, go in, go in a little deeper, quick!" But his hand only touched the outside. I moved my mouth away, wanting to tell him what to do, and then I saw my husband staring at us blankly. Why wasn't he saying anything? Was he acquiescing? Why wasn't he angry? Or was he just enduring it? Anyway, he finally saw the real scene, and the feeling was more real than when I described it to him in bed. I don't know what my husband thought, but at least he didn't stop us, which was already good enough.
I got off my son, and everyone was silent. I chuckled inwardly; this awkward situation was better the sooner it happened, so I deliberately didn't say anything. After a while, my son broke the silence and said, "Dad, I'm more sincere than you, Mom, don't you think?"
My husband replied, "You little rascal, you're being hypocritical after getting the benefit."
"You're both sincere, you both love me," I said, and then I kissed them both on the left and right. "Okay. Time to eat cake."
At this point, the atmosphere completely relaxed, and everyone ate while chatting and laughing.
After a while, my husband said to me, "Honey, come into the room, I have something to tell you." I thought to myself that this must be related to what had just happened. As soon as I entered, he quickly closed the door, pushed me against the wall, and then kissed me fiercely, while simultaneously pulling up my skirt. He acted like he'd never seen a woman before. Soon, we were both naked. He gestured for me to turn around, then grabbed my buttocks with both hands, thrusting forward, and his entire penis was inside me. He began to thrust rapidly. My son had been making me very itchy down there, and now my husband's thrusting made me moan loudly with pleasure. He quickly covered my mouth and pulled me to the bed… To be continued

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