Demonic sound enters the ear

Although I was extremely tense, my judgment wasn't completely lost. I

could tell from the footsteps that it wasn't one person getting out of bed, but two. After all,

the sound of two legs walking is completely different from that of four. What should I do? Running away was definitely out of the question. Rather than being discovered, I might as well

wait and see what happens when we were found.

But the footsteps stopped at the door. The door wasn't opened, and the footsteps

ceased. I knew my father and Xiaoying were right there by the door, facing me across it. At that moment,

I was so close to them, probably less than half a meter apart. Cold sweat

poured down my back . Although the footsteps had stopped abruptly, my nerves were taut and I didn't relax at all.

Time seemed to stand still. My heart was pounding, and I tried my best to suppress my increasingly rapid

breathing . Even at the very last moment, I had to hide.

"Hmm," a suppressed groan came. It was Xiaoying's voice. I knew my father had once

again penetrated Xiaoying's vagina. The sounds of flesh colliding resumed,

accompanied by heavy breathing and Xiaoying's moans. It turned out the two had come to the doorway to have sex. Why?

Were they looking for new excitement?

"Xiaoying, this won't do, the sound is still a bit too loud, oh, it's

too close to the door," the father's voice suddenly broke the silence as the sounds of their lovemaking continued. Loud

? At this moment, I seemed to understand. Perhaps they were afraid the Simmons mattress was too noisy, so they decided to have sex on the floor to minimize the noise. Shortly after the father spoke, the sounds of their lovemaking stopped again, followed by sparse sounds, as if someone was still moving. A loud "thud" rang out, followed by Xiaoying's soft cry , "Ouch!" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you alright, Xiaoying?" Although the father's breathing was rapid from the lovemaking, his speech was surprisingly fluent. What had happened to make him suddenly apologize to Xiaoying? "No, it's nothing, why are you in such a hurry?" Xiaoying's words came intermittently. Although both of them were speaking very carefully, I, who was close to the door, could still hear them clearly. "Slap slap slap," After a few dozen seconds of silence, the sound of flesh colliding rang out again, but this time the sound was much quieter. My father's rapid breathing and Xiaoying's suppressed moans followed. I could tell that Xiaoying's mouth was occasionally covered, making muffled "ooh ooh" sounds, but I couldn't tell whether it was Xiaoying's hand or my father's mouth covering her mouth. At this moment, the two people in the room were in the middle of a fierce battle. If they knew that I, the son and husband, was standing outside the door, what would they think? They would never have imagined that I was listening to their live broadcast. "Stand up, oh right, hold onto the bed like this, your legs are a little numb," my father's voice came after about ten minutes of intercourse, when the sounds of intercourse stopped again. He was changing positions with Xiaoying. My father was getting old , and it was definitely not comfortable for his legs to stay in one position all the time. Wait, "Stand up," I only noticed those three words now. Although they were just three short words , the information they conveyed was extremely important. Since Father told Xiaoying to stand up, then Xiaoying was either kneeling on the ground, letting Father fuck her in a doggy style, or Xiaoying was lying on the ground, and Father was on top of her, fucking her in a missionary position. At this moment, I really wanted to open the door to find out what had just happened. No, please don't let it be doggy style. I would rather Father fuck Xiaoying in a missionary position, even if it meant he could easily kiss Xiaoying's lips and nipples. But I just didn't want them to be in a doggy style. Before I could finish struggling with my thoughts, I heard the sound of the mattress being gently pressed down. After the mattress made that sound, it fell silent again. "Oh," Xiaoying's moan indicated that their sex had resumed. Because the two people who usually enjoy sex without restraint were so cautious. I could imagine how timid they were, trying to enjoy each other's bodies while also having to guard against me, the unwanted "third party" tonight . It was truly a difficult situation for them. I stood outside the door, listening to the sounds inside, and couldn't help but stand there with a bitter smile. The recent heart-stopping moment had left me drenched in sweat; I wondered if any sweat had trickled down my legs to the floor. But at that moment, I didn't care about any of that. I had clearly heard Xiaoying and her father making love . This was the first time, unlike seeing it on surveillance video. This time, hearing the sounds felt so real, completely shattering any illusions I had. At this moment, my heart truly told me that everything was real. Why would Xiaoying come to her father's room to make love to him while I was home? And why did her father dare to have sex with his daughter-in-law knowing I was home? Before understanding the reasons, I felt fear and dread for the first time. Would things ultimately spiral out of my control? For the first time, I lacked confidence in myself. I've heard everything, heard so much, and I should feel "content." Do I really want to hear my father ejaculate into Xiaoying's womb? Do I want to hear Xiaoying 's cries of pleasure during her orgasm? At this moment, fear gripped me. I wanted to escape, to retreat, to get away from this place that terrified me. Taking advantage of the fact that I hadn't been discovered yet, I decided to go to my bedroom now. There was no need to , because I was certain of Xiaoying and my father's condition. Accompanied by Xiaoying's moans and my father's panting, I moved my numb legs toward my bedroom. At this moment, I felt like a lonely wanderer, with my own destination, but...

This destination held no allure or longing for me;

it , the only place I could find solace. I hoped my bedroom could shut out

all my troubles and sorrows.

As I slowly made my way to the bedroom, the sounds of my father and Xiaoying's lovemaking faded into the distance. Once inside, I numbly

turned grabbed the door, but hesitated

just as it was about to slam shut. Although I wanted the door to completely block out the sounds of their lovemaking, I felt a pang of reluctance, a

sense of weakness. Finally, I gritted my teeth and gently closed the door.

I lay down on my bed, covering myself with the blanket that smelled of both Xiaoying and me. This

once cozy bedroom now felt utterly lonely and sorrowful.

Before Xiaoying entered my father's room, I pretended to be asleep, hoping she would come in and make love with him. I had imagined

it would be exciting and thrilling.

But when I truly heard Xiaoying and

her father making love, when I truly felt their lovemaking up close, I felt regret. My previous indifference was just a

self-deceiving illusion, but when reality shattered that fantasy, my

true feelings were revealed.

I felt like a lonely child; the only warmth I felt was the blanket I

clutched . Only the blanket shared with Xiaoying offered me solace.

I had thought that closing the bedroom door would completely block out the sounds of my father and Xiaoying's lovemaking, but

for some reason—perhaps the stimulation had suddenly heightened my hearing, or perhaps they were

nearing their climax and no longer suppressing their sounds—I lay in my bedroom, clutching

the blanket, still able to hear them. Xiaoying's suppressed yet rapid moans pierced through

the doors of both bedrooms and reached my ears.

At that moment, Xiaoying's moans were like a death knell, filling me with fear and dread. I pulled the blanket over

my head, desperately trying to hide them. I didn't want to hear her moans, because I knew they

were coming from another man, his penis thrusting into her vagina, at point-

blank range. Perhaps he was even kissing her right now.

Even with the blanket covering me, I could still faintly hear what was happening.

Tormented by disappointment, fear, and heartache, I cried again. The last time I cried was when Xiaoying was first

forced into sex by her father.

Tonight, I buried myself under the blanket and wept silently once more. I let the tears fall onto the sheets.

Xiaoying , you are enjoying sex right now. You are happy, pleasurable, joyful, and comfortable. But

have you ever thought about how heartbroken and helpless your husband is? At that moment, I was filled with regret. If I

hadn't pretended to be asleep, if I hadn't... none of this would have happened.

I don't know how long I cried; I had completely lost track of time.

When my thoughts returned to my mind, the sounds from the other end had stopped. But Xiaoying hadn't come back yet. Had

they not finished? Or had they already finished their first time and were preparing for a second round?

Just as I was pondering this, I heard the door open. I heard someone walk in,

and although I couldn't see who it was, I knew it must be Xiaoying because her steps were so light.

"Such a grown-up, still sleeping with your head covered," I heard Xiaoying

mutter softly, still under the covers. Then I felt the blanket being pulled down, and Xiaoying neatly covered me with it

, tucking the top edge around my neck. Xiaoying gently adjusted the blanket for me.

Because I was lying on my side facing the bed, and the light was off, Xiaoying didn't notice

the tear stains on my face.

Xiaoying's hand occasionally brushed against my body, but that same hand must have just touched my father, perhaps even

his thick, long penis. After tucking me back in, Xiaoying adjusted my pillow and straightened my

head, assuming I was still fast asleep, drunk. Xiaoying, why don't you touch my

cheek now? If you did, you could feel my undried tears.

Just when I thought Xiaoying would go to bed after tidying me up, I heard her turn around again

and leave our bedroom. Her footsteps faded into the distance until the door to my father's bedroom opened and closed

again . Soon after, Xiaoying's suppressed yet rapid moans began again, like a faint, eerie whisper, constantly

drilling into my ears.

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