Chapter 5. Taking turns in battle
The next day was Sunday; at noon, the old man and Mr. Bao cooked fish in hot pot again, and Ms. Thoa and the little boy came up to eat with them (she was the main cook); while the two men were still playing chess and chatting in the living room, I gave the little boy a comic book to read and helped around, occasionally discreetly pinching Ms. Thoa’s butt. After cooking, before eating, Ms. Thoa said she had to take a shower to get rid of the fish smell.
– Uh, you can go to the 3rd floor to wash up comfortably and then come down to eat; the old man said while looking down at the chess board (remember the lesson well; now remember that the 3rd floor is safe).
Miss Thoa went up to the third floor, after a while I also quietly went up; luckily, she was taking a shower in my room (probably because we knew each other yesterday) so I sneaked in Ngay, pushed open the bathroom door when she had just finished drying herself. Not giving her time to react, I pressed close to kiss, caress, then sat down and made her lift her legs up to tezvet but she stopped me and said:
– Okay; calm down, let “someone” make it up to you later; it’s very dangerous now.
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Cooling down, I let her finish bathing, then went downstairs to eat. When I got downstairs, I saw Uncle Duy sitting there. He was about 40 years old at that time, he used to be my father’s and Uncle Bao’s subordinate, now he also works in the same unit and is Uncle Bao’s subordinate, specializing in organizational and political work… his house is about 5km away.
Hello uncle, I also sat at the table next to the little boy and aunt Thoa; through the story, I learned that there was a schedule for inspection, marching and moving in the form of a drill of uncle Bao and uncle’s unit, the schedule was supposed to be in the middle of the week but there was a change, in the evening everyone had to be present in a “camping ban” so that at night the superiors could come down to check the preparations… The unit called to notify everyone (by landline) but because uncle Bao and aunt Thoa’s whole family were at our house, no one listened; uncle Duy and uncle Bao returned every Friday or Saturday afternoon, came back on Monday morning, and returned on Wednesday evening because according to the regulations, both of their houses were more than 15km from the unit, so they could not leave in the morning and return in the evening; usually the two of them went together. Uncle Dung could not call uncle Bao so he guessed that somehow the whole family would come to our house, he took the initiative to go to the newspaper, taking advantage of the opportunity…
Because the exercise lasted about 4 weeks, Ms. Thoa suggested that Mr. Bao drink less and eat quickly so she could take him home to get some more things before leaving. Mr. Bao brushed her off and said to just eat and drink comfortably, Mr. Duy would take him later, soldiers didn’t need any things, all their clothes were at the office, they would just come back later to “take advantage” of the situation (he had even teased Ms. Thoa like that).
Mostly, Uncle Bao and the old man drank, Uncle Dung also had a few drinks but because we were still going (there was no alcohol concentration that day), we held back; about 20 minutes later, I finished eating, the little boy also seemed sleepy so I suggested taking him upstairs to sleep, the lady finished eating and took Uncle back to get his things (because she said the weather was also moving things, so he had to bring a few spare long-sleeved shirts because “the gentlemen were being too subjective”); so I took the little boy upstairs, gave him a copy of Hero Hezman to read and then rolled over to sleep; hearing the noise downstairs, about 15 minutes later it was done, Ms. Thoa carefully cleaned up, washed the dishes and took Uncle Bao back to get his things then went back upstairs to go with Uncle Duy and pick up her son.
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I also fell into a midday nap; I must have woken up after an hour; seeing that the boy was sleeping soundly, I left him alone, intending to go up to the 3rd floor to get the handheld puzzle game console to play for a bit (those born in the 80s will remember this). As soon as I reached the 3rd floor hallway, a series of sounds echoed through the half-closed door of my room: “Ugh…ugh…ugh…clack…ugh…clack…”
– Go for a whole month… smack… huh.
– Ah…ah…ah…oh…oh…me…dead.
– You even dare to bring my little brother into this world…slap…slap..
– It’s your fault…ugh…ugh
– So can it do anything?
– There’s nothing it doesn’t know about; uh…ah…ugh
– Oh, is it good??? Slap…slap…slap
Yes…yes…
– What? Clap…clap….
– Yes… it’s… good.
…….
Oh my god; true to his word; the old man moved the third floor battlefield right into his room.
Take a deep breath to regulate your breathing; calm your cock down. I pushed the door open and calmly walked in, trying to act like I wasn’t surprised, nodding to my dad while he was still staring wide-eyed and mouth agape, my body still pushed all the way into Thoa’s pussy while Thoa was raising her legs high, her eyes when she saw me showed both ecstasy and… embarrassment. I went straight to the corner of the desk to get the electronic device, opened it to check, installed a new battery with a very slow movement, my eyes still discreetly glancing. The old man stopped pushing but still kept the same position, his face red from the alcohol (maybe because of the alcohol he was more excited)… After installing the battery, I held the device up so the two of them understood my purpose and then went out but didn’t close the door, just said softly:
– The baby is still sleeping soundly.
I didn’t go down to the second floor but opened the door to the room next door…they were playing with the puzzle machine and didn’t close the door; on the other side they were playing with the flesh puzzle. There were no more sounds of conversation but the sound of flesh hitting flesh was stronger and clearer. I tried not to pay attention but my dick was sticking out.
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A few minutes later, the pace slowed down and then stopped completely. A few more minutes later, there was the sound of running water… the old man came out and looked in to see me sitting on the bed, staring at the video game (if I lay down, my dick would stand up, so I had to sit to hide it; staring at the screen was just a pretense).
– Is the baby still sleeping?
– Yes! I looked up and answered calmly.
– Uhm! Dad should sleep too, too much alcohol! He looked at me with squinted eyes as if saying “Dad is going to sleep, the rest of the time is yours”.
Waiting for him to go down, hearing the sound of the door opening/closing, I stood up and went back to my nest, but did not forget to close the door slightly. Miss Thoa was still lying on my bed, covered with a thin blanket, looking at me and… smiling lightly. I went into the bathroom, took off my shorts, carefully cleaned my dick, then without putting my pants back on, went up to the bed and gently pulled the blanket she was covering me with; she was still naked, provocative, the wet sheet under her crotch made me smack my lips:
– I’ll make you pay for washing the sheets later…
Mouth said but hands did it, squeezing her breasts then lowered down to suck, one hand slid down to her pussy, wet and slimy
– You… haven’t washed it yet?
– Oh, “people” have time; thought to let the little boy sleeping up here come up to see what’s going on, but unexpectedly he followed and pressed him, then he didn’t have time to rest, and… crept in. Her voice sounded very slutty…
– What? I teased.
– Then a…(my dad’s name) pressed him down on the bed…
Just hearing that, I adjusted my position and… pressed! Hearing that, my dick went straight in, making her surprised, probably wincing a little. Starting with gentle, slow rhythms, then gradually speeding up, I pushed up, making her go from wincing slightly to relaxing her muscles, then wincing again because of… pleasure and of course, moaning. However, because she hadn’t washed yet, there was still a lot of the old man’s tadpoles in her pussy, so the friction seemed to be less, it was slippery; I bent down to kiss her chest and said softly:
– Wash it first and then continue.
She also understood, so she gently pushed her hips away and slipped off the bed to go to the bathroom. A moment later, she returned, carrying her clean towel and gently wiped his cock clean, then bent down to lick the tip of his cock and gradually swallowed the whole piece of meat into her mouth.
The feeling was so ecstatic; especially thinking about the scene where this woman just a few dozen minutes ago was arching her body to receive each of my old man’s thrusts made me even harder; after a while I had to push her away to avoid an eruption.
She adjusted her position, lying on top, lifting her butt up and gently caressing it, then… lowering it down; again, her cock was caught in her cave of pleasure; crawling up, she asked softly
Do you like it?
I didn’t answer, just nodded, eyes half-closed.
– “I” have never… done it to anyone. Her voice was coquettish in his ear.
-What does “that” mean?
– I haven’t kissed anyone’s cock yet.
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The intercourse started with her on top; sometimes she sat up, turning and shaking; sometimes she lay down, rhythmically, sometimes strong, sometimes soft; every time I tightened my grip on her hips, she stopped; the coordination was quite rhythmic for about 30 minutes, because she was on top, I could feel the streams of water leaking out, wetting my thighs.
She climaxed once, then twice, then lay on my chest. I hadn’t come yet, but I still wanted to enjoy this position, so I pulled the pillow aside for her to rest her head comfortably, also to hold her body firmly… The two of us dozed off in this position, her pussy still tightly swallowing my cock.
Maybe about 10 minutes because of her weight I felt suffocated and moved a little, waking her up…
Again shaking, turning and moaning…
After a while, I changed my position to be on top; this time she put her legs on my shoulders and I tried my best to imitate the old man’s position; push push push
– Ugh, ugh…ugh…gurgle…gurgle
Once again she climaxed; this time she screamed out loud:
– You…come…come…ah…ah…ah!
Butt arched up, stomach tight, 2 thighs pressed hard against my neck, hands gripping the bed frame tightly, face closed… that’s the image I remember of her when she climaxed in this position. Leaving it for about 30 seconds for her to relax, I gently supported her legs down, pulled out, turned her over and lay in a spoon position, very easily inserting my cock from behind and then slipping my hand around her neck, now taking advantage of all the contact points, my hand fondling her nipples, my hand stimulating her clitoris (I’ll describe it now but at that time it was just instinct) while my hips still pushed my cock in and out gently, regularly making her only know how to moan with each rhythm. I leaned in and whispered softly:
– What is this hand doing? He said and then rubbed his nipple with his left hand.
– Touch…uh…ti
– This hand? He said then rubbed her clitoris with his right hand, making her arch her back.
– Touching someone else’s pussy
– And here? Hips shaking strongly, pushing his cock deep into her pussy
– Fuck “that person”.
– Happy?
– So happy.
– More than dad?
– More, more, more. Happy…happy
(Later on, every time I had sex with a girl, I would compare myself with the old man to see who was better. It was just a form of self-suggestion to encourage myself.)
After a while, I came out in this position. After hugging each other for a while, I got up to wash up and went downstairs to see if my little brother had woken up yet; it was about 3:30 pm, which means the battle between me and Ms. Thoa had lasted for more than an hour.
The kid wasn’t awake yet but I still woke him up, took him downstairs and turned on the TV for him to watch (hey, there was no internet like now, having a VCD player and some action movies was cool enough, he was glued to watching, mouth open in amazement).
A moment later, the old man’s room door opened. He didn’t go downstairs but went back up to the 3rd floor, but after a moment, he came back down (probably to check the scene, because for an old man nearly 50 years old, he should only do one thing and then rest for safety); when he came down, he kept smiling, looking very satisfied because…you really are my son.
Suddenly the old man said
– What should we eat for dinner? Let me go to the market myself. Tell Thoa and her mother to cook. Let’s have dinner here so we don’t have to go home.
– It depends on what you like to eat.
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The old man took his bike to the market himself. I told my little brother to watch and then ran to the 3rd floor. I didn’t see Thoa, so I ran to the 4th floor and saw that she had finished washing my bed sheets and was hanging them out to dry. Why did I feel so cute? I came and hugged her from behind and kissed her neck.
– Hey, what if someone sees? What is the kid doing?
– I’m watching a movie; he went to the market and told me to have dinner here tonight.
Having said that, I let her go, pulled her in, hugged and kissed her; she responded very passionately and deeply, and even put her hand inside my pants and whispered:
– How fast you grow up; young people are different.
– More? I asked softly.
– Stop it, I’m so tired. Your voice is so spoiled.
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In the evening, 2 adults , 1 young man and 1 boy sat around the dinner table; outsiders said…a happy family. While eating, my father said something clever:
– Take care of your health and pay attention to your studies; not everything is… greedy, you’re still young… He said but his eyes glanced at Thoa, making her a little… choked.
(Actually, he just mentioned it for show, but he never had to worry about my academic performance; I don’t dare say anything about national prizes, but if I took the provincial competition, I would never be lower than second place. The important thing is that after 10th grade, my grandparents and I agreed that we don’t have to worry about rote learning or specialized learning. Just study both literature and martial arts, that’s the best. The proof is that I passed both A and C university entrance exams.)
I just smiled, but Thoa’s face was red from then on, so flustered.
Then after dinner, I washed the dishes and she and her child went home!
I sat down to drink water and the old man spoke in a gentle, affectionate voice:
– One is to be secretive; two is to know how to save your energy and not be greedy; I’ve reminded you.
– Yes! The important thing is… stay healthy, dad; I teased back.
– You don’t have to remind me; today I…went up to the third floor just like you wanted. After saying that, the old man chuckled to himself.
– Yes, but I mean, Dad, save your energy because it’s not just Ms. Thoa, I also saw Ms. Thuy and Ms. Nga, and you mentioned it yesterday too. Those are the people who come to our house, but who knows, maybe at your office…
(Luckily, there were no cameras in the house back then; if there were, it would have been fatal.)
As if touching a hidden spot, the old man was startled, blushed then calmed down.
– Well…I know; I will save my energy; but I’m not at the office, you’re just talking nonsense…
– You’re not surprised, Ms. Thoa said, for sure… yes
– This girl…doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut. The old man said it himself…
– And remember, don’t let someone else like Uncle Dung “do it” here.
– Uhm, I remember this, absolutely not.
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The story between father and son ended, I went to study but almost without saying anything, father and son had agreed on the point of view that this sky only had father and son and no outsiders were allowed to “operate” here and there was already a close connection and unity between father and son.