Our family's blissful moments

A large part of the relationship between men and women needs sex to maintain and create it. No woman dislikes having sex with her man, and the more you have sex with her, the more she loves you. Sex represents more than just sex; it represents love. The more you love each other, the more you want to have sex. Of course, this only applies to lovers, not to prostitutes and their clients. How many marriages in this world have broken down because of a lack of sex? Every woman hopes her husband will always enjoy having sex with her. If her husband loses interest and stops having sex with her, she will be very sad and think that her man no longer loves her—this is an undeniable fact. Therefore, women always want to stay young and beautiful to attract their men, and they often attribute this to aging. Little do they know that many factors are involved, not just changes in appearance. Look at those couples who have supported each other throughout their lives and whose love remains deep even in old age—how do they maintain their marital relationship? Many couples even die together in their old age; I've heard stories like that more than once. The old man dies, and the old woman says she wants to go with him, and she really does. The old woman dies, and the old man, heartbroken, says he wants to go with her, and he goes that very day. Who can truly understand the reason behind this? Only the elderly couple can truly comprehend their love—a love that endures even in death. Therefore, men should cherish their good wives. It's okay if you don't love a bad wife, haha! The more you love a good wife, the more she will love you, even wanting to give you her own blood. So, no matter how you love your wife, as long as you truly love her and give her your whole heart, you will receive even more in return.
I've digressed, haha! Now, let me tell you a story about our family's happiness.
Since our son joined the family, our house has been filled with more laughter, the atmosphere more lively, and my wife's libido has increased. My wife is truly blessed with natural beauty. Being a former dancer, she maintains a perfect figure, and with all that care, she appears even more alluring and youthful.
I recently returned home from out of town. On my way home, I called my son to ask if he was coming back to Yibin for the weekend. He happily said yes, because he said he could make love with his mom and dad again. And how could I not feel the same way?! I love seeing my son and his mother make love; that feeling of blood ties combined with the tenderness between a man and a woman. In my wife's words, when my son enters her body, it feels like their flesh and blood have merged together, and they can't tell who is who.
My son booked a high-speed train ticket back to Yibin for Friday night. By the time he arrived, it was completely dark. My wife and I drove to the station to pick him up. He happily ran over and hugged us when he saw us, and we quickly helped him into the car. Of course, the two of them sat in the back; they hadn't seen each other for a long time and must have missed each other terribly. I was driving in the front, and the mother and son were being affectionate in the back, exchanging many words of longing. They were holding each other tightly, first with passionate kisses, then with caresses and kneading. The son's hand naturally slipped inside his mother's clothes, and the wife's hand pulled out the son's penis. The wife and son kissed breathlessly, then the wife excitedly buried her head in the son's penis, while the son leaned back in his seat enjoying his mother's service, watching her suck his penis while running his hand through her long hair. I watched them through the rearview mirror as I drove. Luckily, we had tinted the windows, so no one could see inside from the outside.
After sucking her son's penis for a while, the wife lifted up and kissed his face passionately, then turned around, lifted her leg, pulled down her underwear from under her skirt, and sat on her son's lap. Sigh... how much she missed her son, how desperately she wanted to have sex with him. The car was filled with the wife's soft moans and the mother and son's heavy breathing. I focused on driving, wanting to get them home as quickly as possible—home was the perfect place to make love.
The road home felt incredibly long, longer than ever before. I'd driven so fast, and my godsons waiting at home remarked on how quickly I'd gotten them home, but it still felt like an eternity. After parking in the underground garage, I reluctantly parted ways with them before letting them out. Once in the elevator, they embraced intimately again. My wife pulled me aside and whispered to my son and me, "Mommy really wants to make love with you two. It's been so long since our family has been together. Mommy wants to love you and Daddy well." My son echoed, saying he wanted to love Mommy with Daddy too.
The three of us exited the elevator, my wife holding my son's hand and mine. We walked quickly to the front door, opened it, and went inside. My godsons greeted my son warmly and rushed to the kitchen to bring out the prepared food. My wife held my son's hand tightly the entire time. Everyone sat around the table and began their lively dinner. Before they'd even taken a few bites, the wife's hand was already inside her son's pants. The son picked up his bowl and fed his mother, the two gazing at each other with affection. I guessed they'd eaten about five or six tenths full when the son whispered something in his mother's ear. The wife nodded and smiled, her eyes full of desire. The wife said to everyone, "Have you finished eating? My dear husbands, let's go take a shower together, shall we?" My godsons and I all agreed, telling them to go first, and we'd come after we'd cleaned up the dishes.
The wife said she and her son were going to shower first, and told us to hurry up too, as she wanted to make love with everyone until late that night. We all smiled at her as she hugged each of us and kissed them. Then, standing in front of the table, she pulled down her son's pants, grabbed his penis—still wet with her vaginal fluid—and squatted down. She stroked his penis and testicles, looking at it like a precious treasure, then gently took it into her mouth. After eating a few bites of my son's stick, I stood up and took him to the bathroom. I ate a few more bites of rice and then, with my godsons, we took the dishes to the kitchen. My godsons told me to hurry to the bathroom to be with my wife, and that they would wash the dishes; they were all so considerate. When I entered the bathroom, I saw the mother and son sitting tightly in the bathtub, my wife in my son's arms. I knew without a doubt that my wife was eagerly letting her son into her body again. My wife was slowly swaying her body while washing my son. My son was greedily kneading his mother's body, his mouth full of one of her nipples.
When my wife saw me, she turned to me and said, "Honey, you're here just in time! Come and help me wash our son quickly so I can love him properly. Let's go to bed quickly." I stripped naked, stood by the bathtub, and washed our son with my wife. Our son looked up and called me "Dad," then buried his head in his mother's breast again. My wife lovingly rubbed our son's head, wiggling his bottom in the water. I finished washing my son's upper body and told them to stand up and wash their lower bodies. My son, still clinging to his mother, didn't stand up. Instead, he mischievously reached for my long-erect penis and tried to feed it to his mother. He said he really wanted to see his mother eat his father, and hadn't seen it in a long time. My wife lovingly satisfied her son's request, swaying her body as she ate my penis, her large breasts bouncing in front of her, dazzling to behold. Back when my wife was dancing on stage, she was known for her voluptuous figure, attracting many suitors, and I eventually married her.
My son stood up, too embarrassed to let his father continue washing him, and quickly lathered himself with soap and washed his lower body. Then my wife, holding onto the edge of the bathtub, stuck out her buttocks, wanting my son to penetrate her, and then asked me to wash her. Actually, she had already washed at home before going to pick up her son, saying she wanted to smell nice before doing so. I quickly washed my wife and told them to hurry to bed. The mother and son, arms around each other's waists, greeted me and left the bathroom. I watched their retreating figures with a happy and gratified smile.
I turned to shower, my heart already itching with desire. I couldn't wait to see my son and wife make love, and even more so, I wanted to join my son in making love with my wife. My godsons entered the bathroom one after another, each one beaming with joy. The bathroom was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. The two or three youngest godsons were even playfully wrestling with each other. I felt so harmonious and warm at home. I joined in the fun like a child, and all of them got hard. My wife was going to have a satisfying experience today.
I quickly washed up and went to our largest bedroom. I expected to see the mother and son engaged in a passionate lovemaking session, but instead, I saw a different scene—a warm and sweet one. They were lying slightly on their sides on the bed, the son embracing his mother from behind, their bodies pressed tightly together. The son's hands were grasping his mother's breasts, his hips gently moving, and they were kissing tenderly. My wife's hand gently stroked their son's face, and when their lips parted, they began whispering sweet nothings. I gently moved closer, then gently lay down on my wife's other side, snuggling close to her. My wife reached out and wrapped her other arm around my neck, giving me a sweet smile, her eyes filled with endless tenderness. My son gently squeezed my shoulder and said, "Dad, I love you. Thank you for letting me be with Mom." I looked at him and said, "Son, Dad loves you too. You don't need to keep thanking Dad. We're family. You're the son Mom and I had, of course we all love you. Just love your mother well." My son said, "Yes, I know. Of course I love Mom. She's the most important woman I love." I said, "That's good. I'm so happy to see how much you love Mom. Your mom is a wonderful woman, and we should all cherish her."
My wife hugged my son and me tightly, whispering tenderly in our ears, "Honey, son, I love you both. You're both the people I love most. Thank you for all the love you've given me. Our family will always be happy together." I looked up at her and said, "Of course, absolutely. Our family of three has such a strong bond that nothing can affect us. We'll never abandon each other." I reached out and held my son's hand tightly, while my other hand intertwined with my wife's. My son also intertwined with my wife's other hand. Our eyes were filled with deep affection. Then my wife cupped my face and kissed me passionately, while my son continued thrusting into his mother, smiling as he watched us kiss.
My wife and I parted our lips, and I gently massaged her large breasts. My son reached out and gently hooked my wife's leg that was on top, spreading it upwards. I could hear the soft, wet sounds of his thrusting. While thrusting against his mother's buttocks, my son said to me and his mother, "Dad, Mom's cunt is so good, it always flows so much water. Mom, it feels so good to have my dick inside you, I want it to stay inside you forever. Dad, look, doesn't Mom's cunt look especially beautiful after I've fucked it?" I reached down and touched the spot where my wife and son were joined. My son's hard dick was inside my wife's cunt, and my hand was covered in wetness, sticky and wet. I held my hand up to my wife's eyes, and when I spread my fingers, I could see thin strands of fluid pulling between them. I scratched my wife's nose with my fingers and said, "Look at you, you've got such a flood! You get so excited every time you're with our son, huh?" My wife looked at me with a seductive gaze, gently taking my hand and licking away the precum from my fingers, saying, "Our son's back! How could Mom not be excited? It's been so long since we last saw each other. I missed him so much. All that precum came from him. I gave birth to him there, and now I love that he's back with me." My son kissed my wife's cheek and said, "Mom, I love you. I love being back in your body too. You're so beautiful, my dear Mom." I said, "Wife, son, come here, let me see what you've done. What's it like?" My wife said, "Look, you love to watch. Didn't our son just tell you to watch? I also want to see his dick inside me." I turned my head, facing down, and placed my penis in front of my wife's mouth. I watched as my son's penis slowly thrust in and out of my wife's buttocks, while my wife reached out and took my penis into her mouth.
The godsons all came to the bedside, watching the three of us being intimate on the bed. They stood in a row, each with an erect penis and gleaming eyes. We turned our heads and saw them standing by the bed. My wife gave them a charming smile, then opened her arms, beckoning them to get on the bed. My wife and sons adjusted to a woman-on-top position. My wife swayed her hips as she pulled her godsons around her and kissed each of them, then took their penises into her mouth, busy and enjoying herself. Her large breasts swayed constantly with the movements, her white body dazzling. Touching her body felt incredibly good, smooth, delicate, and elastic—it felt wonderful. The sons loved to fondle her large breasts and buttocks.
My wife beckoned me to hold her in my arms, letting her lean against me, then spread her legs and asked my son to penetrate her. After my son inserted his penis into his mother, he leaned forward and kissed her. I leaned against the headboard, gently holding my wife, watching the mother and sons' deep intimacy. The other godsons watched from the sidelines, their faces beaming with joy and warmth. We truly are a loving family. The godsons genuinely consider this place their home, my wife and I their parents, and my wife their woman. Their brotherhood is deep; they're willing to share my wife's feelings and body. Living together for so many years, we've never had a fight. Our home has always maintained a warm and harmonious atmosphere, filled with sweet and tender affection. My wife
was moaning continuously from her sons' ministrations, still reaching for the penises beside her, switching between them. She spread her legs wide, inviting us to watch her sons fuck her, her voice filled with lewd moans, her eyes gradually becoming hazy and wanton, her face displaying a captivating, seductive expression. Seeing her so beautiful and alluring, I felt I couldn't control myself anymore; my penis was already painfully hard, as if I was about to ejaculate. The son kept whispering, "Mom, I love you, I love you so much. I love having Dad, my brothers, and my younger brothers watching me fuck you, you slutty mom, my wanton mom." The wife, moaning loudly, responded to her son, reaching out to touch his penis as it entered and exited her cunt, looking at him with lustful eyes, saying, "Good son, Mom loves you so much too. Thank you. Mom was worried you wouldn't like or even hate Mom's wantonness. Mom couldn't help herself, couldn't control herself, just wanted to make love with you all to her heart's content. I love you all, I always want each of you to have the best experience, I want each of you to be very happy, I don't want to let you down. It's not easy for us all to be together. Your brothers love Mom very much, they've been with Mom for so many years, never abandoning her. Mom would give herself to you, Mom just loves to make love like this, letting each of you fuck Mom hard and love Mom, understand?" The son lowered his head and kissed his wife on the lips, then reached out and touched his mother's face. While wiggling his hips, he said emotionally to his mother, "Mom, I understand. I've known for a long time. Dad told me a long time ago, and my brothers are truly sincere, especially my eldest brother. After graduating, he didn't go back to our hometown; he found a job in Yibin to be with you. I was so touched when I found out. I should thank him for loving my mom so much. And they are too; they're all so good to me. I have no problem with them being with you, and I really love that you're happy together. I'm so touched that they love you so deeply, so I especially support your life together. Let's cherish this as a family; we have many happy days ahead." My son has grown up, become sensible, and understands his mother. I reached out and ruffled his hair, saying, "Good boy, you've become sensible and understand your mother's feelings. That's wonderful. You're our good son." The wife reached out and grasped her son's hands, gazing at him tenderly. "My dear son," she said, "thank you for understanding me. Our family is so much happier with you here. Look how much everyone loves having you with me. It's all my fault; I couldn't control my desire to be with you. Thankfully, you want to be with me too. We're on the same page, and I'm so happy! Your father is so supportive. I don't care if you're my son or not anymore. So what? I just want to be with my son, and I won't let anyone else know. As long as our family is happy together, that's enough."
Mother and son whispered sweet nothings as they made love. All the sweet nothings exchanged during that moment were part of the act itself. It was a dual pleasure, both psychological and physical. The most important was the psychological aspect; when each other's psychological needs were met, the physical union naturally became harmonious and fulfilling, and their emotions deepened. The deeper the feelings, the stronger the desire to be together.
Everyone gathered around the wife, watching her and her son make love, their hands caressing every part of her body, even her toes. The wife moaned loudly with excitement, her eyes glazed over as she looked at everyone, occasionally glancing down at the spot where she and her son were joined. The son thrust into his mother forcefully; both their pubic hair was soaked, covered in white foam, and their openings and the son's penis were glistening under the light. Finally, the wife climaxed under the son's intense thrusts, her body tensing for a few seconds before suddenly collapsing like a limp rag. Her face was flushed, she looked ecstatic, breathing heavily, still moaning softly. The son slowed his thrusting, gently stroking his mother's breasts while his eyes remained fixed on her face. The son leaned down and kissed his wife on the cheek. His wife gently pulled him into her arms, humming in his ear, "Baby, my good son, you're making Mommy feel so good, Mommy's flying! Mommy wants to be with you like this forever." The son pressed his face against his wife's and said, "Sexy Mommy, I want that too! Making love with you feels the best. I want to be held by you like this forever." His wife said, "Yes, Mommy will hold you more. Except when you were little, Mommy hasn't held you much. Now it's great, Mommy can not only hold you boldly, but you can also fuck Mommy's pussy. Mommy loves it when you fuck Mommy's pussy like this, loves it when you love Mommy like this." The son, hands on the bed, gazed at his mother face to face and said, "Sexy Mom, I love loving you like this too. I never imagined that falling in love with my own mother would be so wonderful and blissful. I'm like your lover, always by your side, able to make love with you freely, able to fuck and kiss you like this. Mom, you're so beautiful. I love you so much, I love your affectionate look, I love your wanton look, I love your passionate look." The wife said, "Baby, I'm glad you're happy. I was worried I'd get old and not be attractive anymore. I'm so happy you still love me so much." The son said, "Mom, you're not old at all, you're really beautiful, like a fairy. Any normal man would want to sleep with you the moment he sees you. You even attract your own son, and you're worried about getting old. Look how much we all love and adore you! It's so wonderful, my sexy Mom. Making love with you is the most intoxicating thing. No one who's slept with you ever wants to leave you." The wife smiled charmingly, gently flicking her son's nose, and said, "You have such a sweet tongue, you know how to make Mommy happy. Mommy hopes to stay young forever, so I can stay with you all for a long time. You love Mommy, and Mommy loves you all. I'll always be your woman, your wanton woman, loving you men well. I won't feel tired, I'll only feel happy and joyful."
Unbeknownst to them, mother and son had been chatting tenderly for a long time, their lovemaking continuing, though not as intense as before, yet still conveying a deep and lingering affection.
After a while, the wife touched her son's face and said, "Baby, come here, take a break. Your dad and your brothers have been holding back for so long. Let Mommy love them too. Mommy only has one cunt, I'll take them one by one. Don't you like watching their dicks fuck Mommy's cunt? You can watch to your heart's content." The son cupped his mother's face and kissed her twice, saying, "Sexy Mommy, enjoy yourself to the fullest. Daddy and us brothers will make you very satisfied. Your sex drive is high, so many of us can satisfy you even more." As he spoke, his son hugged his wife's thighs and thrust a few more times before slowly pulling his hard penis out. His penis was soaking wet, with drops of her juices dripping onto the sheets. His wife was incredibly aroused; as long as someone was having sex with her, she wouldn't stop.
His wife rolled over and straddled him, reaching out to guide his penis as she sat down. His painfully hard penis instantly felt comfortable, and his whole body went limp. He reached out and grabbed his wife's breasts, kneading them. Even after so many years of marriage, he still loved her large, soft, and elastic breasts; they felt so good to hold. His wife cupped his face and kissed him, saying, "Darling, you and our son rarely come home. Let me love you properly first, and then I'll pamper our sons." He continued kneading her breasts, looking at her and saying, "My dear wife, let me love you properly too. This time I can stay home with you a little longer. The new project won't start for a while, so let me make it up to you." My wife excitedly cupped my face and kissed me several times, saying, "Really? That's wonderful! You have no idea how much I want you to be home with me. How long will you be staying this time? I miss you so much!" She looked a little aggrieved, as if she was about to cry. I quickly comforted her, saying, "Honey, it'll probably be a month or two at home this time. I can spend more time with you. I'm so sorry, it's all my fault for not being able to stay home with you for long. I've been thinking about retiring early. I'll find something to do locally, or maybe we can run your shop together, so I can make it up to you." My wife nestled against me, whispering, "Honey, I know your difficulties. You work so hard outside for me and for this family. That's just the job you do; I don't blame you. I know how much you love me and how much you value me. If only you could retire early and come home. I don't ask for great wealth; I just want our family to be happy together. You've already earned enough for this family, and my shop is making some money too. We won't have to worry about finances anymore. I really miss you at home; I don't want you to work so hard outside anymore." I stroked her back and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll find a way to quit as soon as possible. I know you care about me, and I want to be home with you too. I miss you whenever I have free time. The economy hasn't been good these past two years, and I've been thinking about doing something else, but I haven't figured out what would be suitable yet." My wife said, "I just want you to come home early. If you can't think of anything to do right now, then don't do anything. Just stay home. Although business hasn't been good these past few years, my shop is still managing to stay afloat. It doesn't earn much, but it's enough to support our family. I've saved all the money you used to earn; it's enough for our retirement. Don't worry too much." I said, "Okay, I really want to stay home with you and make up for what I owe you. I want to love you properly. After this year, I'll quit my job and enjoy a peaceful life at home." My wife said, "Okay, I'll wait for you at home. From now on, you and the sons will make love to me every day. It feels so much happier and better with you by my side." I patted my wife's butt and said, "Okay, my sexy wife. From now on, I'll stay home and watch you get horny, watch you make love to the sons, just like when you video chat with me." My wife seemed a little shy, and whispered, "Okay, I'm your woman all along. I love it when you all make love to me together. You all love me so much, of course I'll spread my legs to welcome your dicks. I want to be your slut, I want you to take turns fucking my cunt. I've long loved the feeling of you all fucking me together. I enjoy making love with you so wantonly." As she spoke, she moved her hips up and down, riding my penis, it was incredibly ecstatic. My wife's sexual skills were exceptional, always giving me a wonderful feeling, making me reluctant to part with her.
Gradually, our movements became more and more intense, and my wife started moaning again. My thighs were soaked with her fluids. I really wondered if her fertility was reversing; how could a woman over fifty still produce so much fluid? She even looked younger than ever. My wife has become increasingly alluring, radiating a captivating and inexplicable charm that intoxicates all who behold her. This, in part, explains why she has managed to attract so many lovers who remain by her side for so long. My wife is mature and charming, delicate and endearing, possessing such a sexy and beautiful body, and is a master in bed. Since she's slept with more and more men, her sexual skills have improved dramatically. She has many methods to make her partners feel completely satisfied, and she truly understands how to love a man, willing to make sacrifices for those who love her. Love is mutual; she's such a wonderful woman with so many virtues, it's only natural that so many people love and adore her.
My wife creates a wonderful atmosphere at home. Although she lives with so many godson-sons, I always feel comfortable and happy when I come home. My wife still makes me feel the warmth of coming home; I feel that home is my only harbor. When I'm tired outside, the first thing I think of is home, and her. Every time I come home, I'm happy to watch her and her godson-sons having their wanton and lewd sex, watching her spread her legs and call me to watch her godson-sons fuck her. That's when she's most excited. She always has so much lubrication; she seems very sensitive. Just a kiss or a touch will make her want to have sex. Normally, women in their fifties shouldn't produce much lubrication, but my wife is the opposite; she produces more and more, and she's becoming more and more resistant to sex, with a stronger and stronger sex drive. With ample lubrication, she can have sex with several men in a row. She once went to Sister Xia's house and let twelve men take turns entering her body, leaving each of them with wonderful feelings. I truly admire her stamina. She also insists on exercising and practicing her dance fundamentals. When she's in the mood, she'll even do a nude dance for everyone at home. Her body is incredibly flexible, and she can even perform some difficult moves during sex. My wife's desires are completely unleashed.

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