My hometown, rural area

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My hometown is a rural village, far from the city, peaceful and self-sufficient.
There are two important women in my life: my mother and my sister.
Working as a teacher in the city, I finally got my summer vacation and decided to go back to my hometown because everything I wanted was there—my mother was there, and my sister was married there. That night, I couldn't sleep. My heart was already longing for my hometown, and images of my mother and sister, along with those hazy memories, kept flashing through my mind.
I was precocious from a young age; I was sexually attracted by sex as early as third grade, and my first woman was my own sister.
I remember I was in fourth grade, and my sister was in third. My sister was also starting to develop; her breasts were full, like two steamed buns. Whenever she was near me, I could smell the virgin scent of her body, full of hormones.
We were poor, and the house was small, so my sister and I shared a room. There were only two beds in the room, and we had to go to my parents' room to watch TV. Bored in the countryside, my siblings and I often played hide-and-seek. One time, my sister hid under the covers, and when I reached for her, I accidentally touched her bottom. I felt like I'd been electrocuted, and she seemed a little embarrassed.
After that, as soon as we got home from school, we often played similar games, like house. I even took off her pants and played a game of giving her a shot, without any intention of taking things further.
But our relationship had become complicated and ambiguous. She often looked at me with suggestive eyes. Then one night, there was a funeral in the village, and they were performing rituals all night, plus there was a power outage. My sister was scared and refused to leave my bed, wanting to sleep with me.
That night, smelling her fragrance, my desire was finally ignited by her. I boldly reached out and touched her breasts. She said, "What are you doing, bad brother?" Then she leaned closer to me, and I hugged her tightly.
Through the moonlight streaming through the window, my sister looked at me with a knowing gaze, and I looked back at her. My lips slowly moved closer to hers, and then we kissed passionately. As I kissed, I undressed her. Finally, we were naked and intertwined.
I frantically caressed her breasts and vulva until she was wet, and then I slowly inserted my penis into her vagina. It took a lot of effort to get in, and after just a few thrusts, I climaxed, a thick stream of semen shooting into my sister's vagina. The feeling of ejaculating for the first time was so amazing, the sensation was wonderful.
That night, I still remember it vividly. It was so beautiful, my sister and I's first time.
The next morning, as soon as I got home from school, my parents weren't back from work yet, and my sister and I couldn't wait to do what we had done the night before. We ignored the neighbors and friends who invited us to play. Although it was daytime, we still put down the mosquito net and took off our clothes. It was the first time I could clearly see my sister's body. She was very fair and tender, with small nipples and areolas on her small breasts, the areolas still very pale. She didn't have any hair yet, but her buttocks were already quite large, and her thighs were very round.
I pressed myself against my sister and kissed her lips. She immediately responded passionately. My hands kept caressing her breasts, buttocks, thighs, and vulva. Her skin was very delicate, fair and tender, and felt very smooth to the touch. Soon, we were intertwined, and my penis smoothly entered her vulva. The feeling of being contained was indescribable. In short, it was very pleasurable and comfortable.
We both enjoyed this kind of thing. At that time, we were young and ignorant. We didn't know that this was called love, nor did we know that siblings doing this was incest. We didn't think there was anything wrong with it. We were just afraid that our parents would find out, so we always did it secretly and cautiously. Our parents saw that we usually stayed at home obediently and praised us to everyone they met.
Whenever we had time, we would hide away and make love.
My sister has beautiful eyes and full lips that feel wonderful to kiss. We tried all sorts of positions, including 69, and I loved kissing her entire body. I often secretly took my mother's bra, panties, and stockings for my sister to wear to add some spice. I especially loved kissing, particularly wet kisses where our tongues intertwined. My sister's lips were soft and smooth, and we kissed endlessly every time we made love. My sister also loved kissing me, even when we weren't having sex.
But nothing is absolute, and my mother found out about our affair.
It was a few years later, when I was in sixth grade and my sister was in fifth. One night, my sister and I were having sex in bed, and the wooden bed creaked. My mother heard it as she passed by the window. She looked into our room through the window, and because the lights were off, she could only see two overlapping figures on my bed through the mosquito net, moving up and down, and she could hear my sister and me breathing heavily. My mother was stunned; she understood everything.
The next day, my mother didn't say anything, nor did she tell my father. She pulled me into the room, and my mother scolded me. I was terrified and begged her not to tell my father. My mother demanded that I never do that kind of thing with my sister again. She said my sister was still young and would get married someday, and she couldn't ruin her life. How could I dare not agree? I felt incredibly lost, as if I had lost something very important.
Seeing my distraught state, my mother leaned close to my ear and, to my surprise, whispered, "I'll make it up to you when it's convenient."
I couldn't believe it. "Mom, are you serious?"
My mother nodded and said, "But only when your father isn't home, and you have to study hard. I'm counting on you to get into university."
After that night, I broke off my sexual relationship with my sister and moved to my cousin's room to sleep. But my sister kept wanting to have sex with me, so I could only make excuses, saying I was still young and it wasn't good for my health, and we should talk about it later.
I also focused my attention on my mother, hoping that she would keep her promise when my father wasn't home. I started paying attention to my mother's body. She was very voluptuous, with round, large, and perky breasts and buttocks. I longed to see her without clothes and to feel her flesh. I kept asking her when we could be together, and she always said it had to be when Dad wasn't home. But Dad was always home, until one time when he went to the city to visit my sick aunt and wouldn't be back that night. That's when we finally had a chance to be together.
That night, it was just 8:30. The TV was great, but I had no interest in watching it. My sister, however, refused to leave, and my mother kept making excuses to get her to go home and sleep. But my sister wouldn't go home and insisted on finishing the show.
Finally, at 9 o'clock, my sister went back to her room. My mother closed the door and turned off the light. Being mother and son, we both felt a little embarrassed. My mother and I took off our clothes one after the other and lay on the bed. Facing my mother, I felt a little nervous and awkward. My mother, being an experienced woman, took the initiative to hug me. My face was pressed against her soft breasts, and I touched her thighs and buttocks—so tender, round, and smooth.
Then, we kissed, our tongues intertwining, exchanging saliva. Mom had a lot of pubic hair, and her vagina felt wet and soft. Mom guided my penis into her vagina, and I thrust vigorously, both of us sweating.
Outside the window, moonlight streamed into the headboard, the old wooden bed creaking. An old woman and a young man, one dark-skinned and one fair-skinned, their bodies intertwined, emitting wanton breaths. Mom's vagina tightly enveloped my penis; there was no greater happiness in the world. Soon, I was about to climax. I thrust a few more times, my body shuddering, and my semen shot into Mom's uterus. After ejaculating, I gasped for breath, not immediately pulling out, but lying on top of Mom. Neither of us spoke, or perhaps we didn't know what to say. Through the moonlight, I saw Mom looking at me with ambiguous eyes. I couldn't help but kiss her again, caressing her snow-white body. By
this time, most of the villagers were asleep, and the occasional bark of a neighbor's dog only added to the stillness of the night. And my mother and I began a new battle, passionately kissing, caressing, and making love. That night, we did it three times, not stopping until 2 a.m. It was my first time with my mother! I will never forget it.
In the days that followed, my mother frequently created opportunities for me to have sex. There was a biogas digester not far from our house, with a simple toilet built on top. At night, my mother and I often hid inside and had sex standing up. Our bathroom could be opened from the outside; sometimes, when my mother was showering inside, I would sneak in and have sex with her when my father and sister weren't looking. I shared a room with my cousin, and sometimes, after he fell asleep, my mother would sneak into my bed and have sex with me. Once, the creaking of the bed woke my cousin, but luckily, there was a mosquito net, so he probably didn't notice anything.
Children in the countryside mature early, and I often helped my parents with farm work. After graduating from sixth grade, there was a two-month summer vacation, and my siblings and I often went to work in the fields with our parents. One day, as usual, we went to weed the sugarcane field. After a morning of work, we were both covered in sweat. It was noon, and the sun was blazing; it was time for us to go home for lunch.
I deliberately let my father and sister go first. My mother understood what I meant, but she was still embarrassed, since we hadn't done it during the day.
In broad daylight, if someone saw us, we could wait until night.
But I didn't care anymore; I took off my clothes and spread them on the ground. "Mom, don't worry, we're in the sugarcane field, no one can see us."
Mom had no choice but to take off her clothes. "Then hurry up."
Mom looked even whiter and more delicate in the daytime, sweating, her body fragrant with the scent of sweat. After a quick kiss and caress, we got down to business. Birds chirped, and we, mother and son, toiled in the sugarcane field, working on Mom's fertile soil. Finally, I made love with Mom in the daytime. I excitedly kissed Mom's lips and breasts; because of the sweat, they tasted salty, which had a unique flavor.
Because it was in a sugarcane field on the mountain, because it was broad daylight, and because it was incest between mother and son, it felt particularly exciting and stimulating. We even changed positions, adopting the "Guanyin sitting on a lotus" position. I held my mother, one hand supporting her back and the other her buttocks, while she sat on my lap, her legs wrapped around my waist, her white, tender breasts facing my face. That lewd image of intercourse remains vividly etched in my memory.
I especially love women with big buttocks, particularly those that are round and perky, and my mother's buttocks are exactly my type. So I like it when my mother is on the bed and I'm on top of her big buttocks, having sex with her.
Another very exciting experience occurred when I was in the first year of junior high school. My mother took me to a religious ceremony in the next town. Because there were so many people, there weren't enough places to sleep at night, so my mother, two other aunts, and I were arranged to sleep in one bed. My mother and I slept in the innermost bed closest to the wall. That night, under the covers, my mother and I secretly made love. The movements were subtle, but it felt very exciting. The other two were probably already asleep, but I was still a little nervous and didn't dare to completely take off my clothes and pants.
Later, I went to school in town and only came home on weekends. I had less sex with my mother, and when I was in the second year of junior high school, my younger sister went to study in town. It was during this time that my sister and I resumed our sexual relationship. Traces of our incestuous sex could be found in many hidden corners of the school: under the teaching building, under the ping-pong table, in the classroom, and in my dormitory.
The most exciting time was in my dormitory. Sometimes on weekends, when my roommates had all gone home and I was alone, I would secretly bring my sister back to the dormitory, turn off the lights, lower the mosquito net, and enjoy the pleasure of intercourse without any restraint. My sister's breasts had developed quite a bit, round and perky, white and soft, with small, beautiful nipples and areolas that I never tired of touching. Her vulva had also grown hair, making her look even more sexy and mature.
One weekend night, I brought my sister back to the dormitory again. While we were making love in bed, someone suddenly opened the door, startling us. It turned out that Nong Chao, who slept in the bunk below me, had returned to school early. Even so, I couldn't resist holding my sister's soft body and continuing to thrust, though the movements were very slight. But Nong Chao, sleeping in the bunk below me, still felt the bed shaking slightly. He even joked that I was thinking about women and masturbating. That was truly an unforgettable experience. Early the next morning, while Nong Chao was still fast asleep, I quickly sent my sister out.

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