Having sex with his grandson and daughter

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Rebecca lay sprawled on the large office desk, her full buttocks raised high, revealing her already soaked, sexy black panties. Her usually confident and beautiful face now showed panic; her golden ponytail was undone, her simple, well-fitting uniform was open, her bra pushed down to her neck, and her fair breasts pressed against the cold marble tabletop. The capable and earnest female secretary was now presented to her boss, Grant, in a wanton posture.

"Oh my god, what's going on?" Rebecca was sweating profusely. "Douglas, what did you do to me?"

A tall white man shrugged. "Honey, you're lying here by yourself. I didn't force you.

Mr. Grant can testify!"

"Yes, Rebecca, you're so tempting!" Grant laughed heartily. He was a man nearing 60 and the company's general manager. Today was the day before his retirement.

The white man was Douglas, the head of research. He had said he would give Grant a special retirement gift. This gift was too special...

Rebecca twisted and struggled, but her limbs wouldn't obey her commands, as if bound by a mysterious force.

Her alluring figure swayed, making her even more seductive. She couldn't help but sob, "No, Mr. Grant, you can't... I'm a college graduate, you can't treat me like a prostitute..."

"Don't put yourself on a pedestal!" Douglas pushed up his glasses. "Your figure isn't even as good as a prostitute's. You're only worthy of being offered to Mr. Grant as a retirement gift because of all the years you've served him. Alright, continue, take off your underwear!"

Rebecca let out a desperate sigh, her pretty face flushed red, but her body still obediently responded.

Two jade-like hands grasped the edge of her black silk panties and slowly pulled them down to her knees. Even though her back was turned, Rebecca could still feel Grant and Douglas's burning gazes focused on her snow-white bare buttocks. Her wet vulva and anus instinctively contracted under the air conditioning, making them look even tighter and cuter.

"Mr. Grant, you can enjoy her now!" Douglas gestured casually, "Come on, try our latest product!"

"Douglas, you're something else, you actually hypnotized her." Grant stepped forward and embraced the secretary's ample buttocks. The smooth, plump sensation made his soul fly. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his still-vigorous penis, and positioned it at the entrance of her wet vagina: "Plop!" With a forceful thrust, he plunged it into the long-awaited vagina of the beautiful woman.

"Oh...so good...fuck..." His penis was tightly enveloped by the hot, fleshy walls, as if being sucked in, giving Grant unparalleled pleasure. He had long coveted the secretary beside him, never expecting that one day he would use hypnosis to get her.

Thinking of this, he became even more excited, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Rebecca's moans grew louder, the initially painful tones now laced with excitement and satisfaction.

Douglas watched all this with satisfaction. Just like in the experiment, compared to traditional methods, this hypnosis was simple to perform and easy to learn. It required no equipment; a few words were enough to capture the subject's attention. The drawback was that the subject wouldn't immediately submit; often, the body would react, but the mind would remain conscious. But so what? Douglas found it more enjoyable. The prey's inability to move was enough; it had a perverse pleasure, like rape.

Besides, once his penis finally penetrated the vagina and intercourse was completed, the hypnotized subject would lose her will and be completely conquered, just like with traditional methods. "Well, I won't have to worry about not having women to play with anymore. I'll take my leave now." He rubbed his erect penis. "Mr. Grant, have a pleasant retirement! Goodbye!"

"Wait!" Grant was at a crucial moment. "Douglas, you are truly my most capable subordinate."

"Thank you for the compliment!"

"Since I'm leaving the company tomorrow, I'd like to work with you one last time." Grant winked. "Look, this slut's hole feels really good to fuck. Let's fuck her together!"

"Hmm? Great, thank you, Mr. Grant."

A minute later, Grant lay on the table, his penis deeply inserted into Rebecca's vagina. Douglas stood behind Rebecca, his penis pressing against the woman's small anus: "Shall we join in?"

"Yes, happy to cooperate!"

"Okay, happy to cooperate!"

And so, the two launched a fierce attack on Rebecca, once, then again, and then yet again…

David and his mother, Daphne, stood at the airport waiting for their plane to land. Thinking about his grandfather, whom he hadn't seen for ten years, David felt a little nervous. To be honest, he didn't have a very deep impression of his grandfather. When he was very young, his mother and grandfather often argued, until one day his mother slapped his grandfather hard across the face. His grandfather froze, then ran out without looking back, and ten years had passed since then. His retired grandfather was moving into his house. Could he and his mother reconcile? Could they live together peacefully? Davie lacked confidence.

"Hello, Daphne, long time no see." An elderly man with white hair appeared before the mother and son. Although his hair was gray, his face was still ruddy, and he looked quite robust, with broad shoulders and a tall stature. Undoubtedly, this was Davie's father, Brian.

"Hello, Father." Daphne smiled and shook hands with her father. "It's a pleasure to have you come and live with us. I hope we have a pleasant life together."

"Hey, look, is this handsome young man my little Davie?" The old man hugged Davie tightly and exclaimed, "Oh, how robust you are! No wonder you're Brian's descendant. I bet there are lots of girls chasing after you at school!"

"Uh, I wish that were true, but Mom doesn't like me dating girls!" Davie explained.

"Dad! Don't lead your grandson astray. David is only sixteen; what he needs most is to study hard," Daphne said, frowning.

"Heh, just kidding. But I don't think it's a bad thing for a sixteen-year-old boy to date a few pretty girls,"

Brian patted David's shoulder. "Come on, help Grandpa with his luggage to the car, handsome young man!"

Daphne shrugged; her worries seemed to be coming true. No one knew her father better than her—an excellent university medical professor who couldn't control his zippers and, after a few scandals, simply withdrew from academia to focus on a large pharmaceutical company. Now that he's retired and living at home, I hope he doesn't pass on his womanizing ways to Davie. If he does, I don't care about father-daughter relationships; I'll definitely kick him out of the house!

The three of them loaded their luggage into the car. Daphne sat in the front and drove, while the grandfather and granddaughter chatted about everything under the sun in the back seat—ball games, school life, you name it.

"Davie, have you thought about your career?"

"Oh, no, Grandpa. I'm only in high school. Employment is too far away for me. My mom says I should get into a good university first, then we can talk about other things."

"Ahem, Daphne, you spoil young people these days. Look at them, they have no life goals, no motivation, they just follow your mothers' wishes. Daavie, let me tell you, a man must have his own ambition, no matter how much your mother objects, he must achieve it. Only a man like that can conquer a woman and make her obey his orders!" Brian patted Daavie on the shoulder.

"Come on, Dad. Your ways are outdated. This is an era of gender equality. 'Obey your orders'? Only prostitutes do that, provided you pay first."

Daphne retorted as she drove. From a young age, she deeply resented her father's chauvinism. To her father, masculinity meant womanizing—at least that's what she'd seen.

"Haha, dear Daphne, you're still as bad-tempered as ever! You embarrass your old man the moment we meet."

Brian patted his daughter's shoulder. She shrank back, looking disgruntled. "Dad, please call me by my full name. I don't like you calling me Daphne."

"What's wrong, Daphne? Doesn't she seem affectionate? Doesn't your husband call you Daphne?" Brian's hand rested on his daughter's rounded shoulder as he sized her up. Ten years hadn't left a mark on his daughter's beautiful face; on the contrary, she had matured considerably, and her already firm breasts seemed to have grown even larger. Unfortunately, her temper remained as stubborn as ever.

"He's him, and you're you!" Daphne waved her hand away decisively. "From the age of seventeen, I stopped letting you call me Daphne, remember?"

"I remember, I remember." Brian nodded. It was from that time that you started staying out all night, giving your virgin little pussy to some little bastard. Of course, he kept the rest of his thoughts to himself.

He said listlessly, "Alright, Ms. Daphne. I'm a retired old man now, I can't do anything, I can only follow your orders."

"Father, I don't mean to discourage you. But you really should plan for your future, find some healthy hobbies or something."

"You mean my old hobbies were unhealthy? Wasn't it just hanging out with pretty women?"

Daphne took a deep breath, she hadn't wanted to bring this up: "So you and Mom got divorced, right?"

"That was what she wanted."

"It's because she couldn't stand your messing around outside!"

The father and daughter became increasingly unhappy, and finally fell silent.

"I shouldn't have agreed to let him come," Daphne thought angrily.

"Looks like she wants to control me, that won't do," Brian thought.

A large parasol blocked the scorching sun, and David lay comfortably on a bench, a can of Coke in his hand. Although he didn't like swimming, every weekend at this time, he would lie by the pool, pretending to sunbathe, but actually hoping to catch a glimpse of his sister Rachel's swimsuit show.

Here she comes! Hearing the "thump thump thump" of footsteps, David casually turned around and greeted a woman in a swimsuit with fiery red hair: "Hi, Rachel, coming for a swim?"

The redhead was none other than David's biological sister—Rachel. She was tall and slender, with long, fiery red hair cascading down her back, large, bright eyes, and a charmingly pouting mouth, making her appear lively and adorable. Today she was wearing a black and white zebra-striped one-piece swimsuit. Her breasts and hips formed a perfectly proportioned S-curve, neither too voluptuous for a mature woman nor too youthful for a girl. The ring on her hand indicated that she was a young woman in a relationship.

She knew her younger brother was at the poolside but rarely went into the water, so she nodded to him.

With a "plop," she jumped into the pool. The smooth skin and cool water made intimate contact, instantly dispelling the summer heat. She lay on her back, gently stretching her arms, her strong legs swinging up and down, enjoying the beautiful summer day in the pool.

"What a beauty!" David, who was staring blankly at his sister, was startled by the person behind him. It was his grandfather, Grant.

He hurriedly greeted his grandfather, but the latter ignored him, only looking at the girl playing on her back in the pool and saying, "Such a delicate face, and a good figure too. Although not as big as her mother's, the size is just right for her age."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?"

"Those breasts!"

David vaguely guessed what his grandfather meant by "size," but he didn't expect his grandfather to say it so openly.

"You seem uncomfortable? Did I say something that upset you?" Grant patted his grandson's shoulder.

If it were anyone else, David would have already taught that blabbermouth a lesson, but since his own grandfather was talking about his granddaughter, he could only stand there awkwardly. Besides, he felt the same way; his sister was indeed very alluring!

“Alright, David. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about grandpa praising his granddaughter’s figure.” Grant looked at David. “We’re all family, we should be even closer.” With that, Grant unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad, hairy chest. He took two deep breaths and jumped into the water.

Rachel was enjoying the summer sun and the cool pool water when a strong arm embraced her from behind.

“Hi, my darling granddaughter, having fun swimming?” Grant grinned.

“Ah, hello, Grandpa.” Rachel quickly greeted him, kicking her feet to escape his embrace.

She had heard about her grandfather’s misdeeds, and this smiling face seemed malicious to her; his small eyes seemed to be lecherously staring at her chest. In short, not wanting to say anything more to him, Rachel spoke politely but coldly to Grant, thinking to herself how unlucky she was; with him around, she couldn't even enjoy a short swim. She'd better get ashore soon.

"Hey, Rachel, your ring looks nice. Come on, show me your hand so Grandpa can see it clearly."

Before Rachel could extend her hand, Grant grabbed his granddaughter's delicate, smooth hand.

"Oh, oh, such an expensive ring. It's obvious your fiancé loves you very much." Grant's flattery made Rachel stop her hand from pulling back; girls always love to hear sweet words.

Rachel's face lit up with a happy smile. "Thank you for the compliment, Grandpa. Actually, I didn't want something so expensive, but Daniel insisted on buying it, saying it wouldn't be good enough for me otherwise." "

Your fiancé is very clever. Indeed, only the best ring is worthy of my beautiful granddaughter." Grant laughed and pulled Rachel into his arms, stroking his granddaughter's rounded shoulders. "You know, engagement rings have magic."

"Hmm?" Rachel was a little annoyed by her grandfather's sudden embrace and was about to break free, but upon hearing his words, the girl's curiosity was piqued: "What kind of magic is it? Grandpa, are you lying to me?"

Grant smiled mysteriously: "Look at your ring!"

Rachel stared intently at her hand. In the midday sun, the ring reflected a dazzling light, making her slightly dizzy. She wanted to turn her head away, but then her grandfather's whisper rang in her ears: "Look at the ring, do you see the shimmering light? I know your eyes are tired, but you still have to keep looking. Yes, the light is so dazzling, do you know the value of the ring on your hand?"

"Uh, uh." Rachel became somewhat dazed, her eyes becoming unfocused.

Grand realized the hypnosis was working, and now he pressed on: "Stare at the ring. Now I'll count from 1 to 100. With each count, you'll feel the ring's value increases. When I reach 100, you'll understand that your ring is the most precious thing in the world. With it, you can do anything; without it, you absolutely cannot. You must have it at all costs. Understand? Now count with me."

Rachel mechanically followed her grandfather's count: 1…2…100. Rachel's dazed eyes immediately cleared. She had forgotten what she had just done, staring blankly at the ring: "You're right, Grandpa. To me, this is the most precious thing."

Grand chuckled inwardly; the hypnosis was successful. Now for the real show. He cleared his throat: "Rachel, how's your swimming?"

"Uh, so-so."

"Then you need to improve. I've seen you doing backstroke the whole time. Why don't you submerge your whole body and go all the way to the bottom? Holding your breath longer can improve your lung capacity and is also good for breast development."

Rachel was stunned. Her grandfather would actually say something so outrageous. What surprised her even more was what happened next. Grant's hand, which had been resting on Rachel's waist, moved up along her beautiful curves and finally landed on the woman's high breasts, gently caressing her erect nipples through her thin swimsuit.

"Ah, thank you for reminding me, Grandpa. I think I'll practice on my own." Rachel blushed. Apart from her fiancé, no man had ever touched her breasts intimately. She would have slapped him long ago if that had happened. But a voice in her heart told her that it was her grandfather, and perhaps he didn't mean it.

Rachel struggled to remove the large hand from her chest, but Grant suddenly sank in and hugged her firm calves, saying, "Come on, let's practice diving now. Put your upper body underwater and try to swim towards the bottom. Don't worry, Grandpa's pulling you from behind, you won't sink."

"Is this some kind of training method?" Rachel was a little confused; she had never tried diving before, so she did as she was told. Her upper body was submerged, her cute bottom sticking out of the water, and her legs kicking.

Grant made a face at David on the shore and pointed at Rachel's bottom, making a thrusting gesture. David was already smitten with his sister's bottom, and his grandfather's gesture immediately caused an erection in his underwear. Grand chuckled, pulled his granddaughter up a bit, and placed his hands on Rachel's buttocks.

"Oh!" Rachel gasped, simultaneously feeling her feet, which were kicking vigorously in the water, step on something hard and thick. The woman knew, of course, that it was a man's penis, and her grandfather's. She quickly surfaced, seeing Grand's lewd grin. Rachel then realized that the penis she had just stepped on seemed to be naked; had her grandfather been without underwear, pointing his erect penis at her?

Grant joined in, praising her enthusiastically, "Excellent, excellent, Rachel, you're very talented. We can move on to the next training session immediately." He took the engagement ring from Rachel's hand, and before she could react, he tossed it into the clear pool water. The ring sank to the deep end.

"Rachel, here's a test. Dive to the bottom and retrieve the ring."

Rachel gasped. She had never tried to dive that deep before, but losing the ring made her frantic. She tried several times without success. She could only look at her grandfather with a sorrowful expression: "The ring is gone, what should we do?"

Grant chuckled: "That's because you're not good enough. Grandpa can dive that deep with ease. But..." He hugged his granddaughter: "Grandpa needs a little motivation!"

Grant's hand roamed over Rachel's smooth back, quickly finding the zipper of her one-piece swimsuit. "Sizzle," the zipper was pulled all the way down to her buttocks, and his large hand reached to her chest, playing with her exposed breasts in the water.

"Oh, no, Grandpa, this won't do." Rachel bit her lip, trying to stop her grandfather's teasing, but her powerless struggle only aroused Grant's desire. One hand continued to grope her granddaughter's breasts, while the other slid down her flat stomach, reaching her delicate, tender vulva. The rough fingers rubbed against her smooth labia, making Rachel's body go weak.

"Did you shave all your pubic hair? What a slut!" Grant whispered in Rachel's ear. Rachel blushed deeply. She had indeed shaved all her pubic hair to please her fiancé, but she hadn't expected her grandfather to find out and accuse her of being lewd. She felt so wronged that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Grandpa, don't touch there," Rachel pleaded weakly, feeling his fingers lingering on her vulva.

"Don't want to touch it? Then you'll have to get the ring yourself." Grant threatened his granddaughter, knowing that Rachel was determined to get the ring back and would have to obey him.

Rachel bit her lip tightly; for some reason, only one thought occupied her mind: get the ring back immediately. She couldn't wait any longer. Looking at her grandfather's lewd smile, she made up her mind: "Okay, Grandpa, you can touch there, as long as you get the ring back for me."

"Touch where?" Grant asked knowingly.

"Oh, please, don't force me anymore."

Grant smiled without saying a word, his fingers still sliding between his granddaughter's legs. Even in the water, he could feel the liquid flowing onto his hands. He knew Rachel was aroused, but he was still waiting for her to say it herself.

"Touch my pussy!" Rachel finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Put your finger into my hot pussy!

Just get the ring back, please!"

Grant laughed and with a little force, his index finger entered his granddaughter's vagina. The hot, tight little hole gripped the old man's fingers like a suction cup. With each thrust of his fingers, warm, lustful fluid flowed out continuously. Grant then inserted his middle finger, which was now noticeably thicker. Rachel blushed, closed her eyes tightly, and let her grandfather finger her little hole, letting out unconscious moans: "Oh...oh...Grandpa, hurry, hurry..."

Grant moved closer to Rachel: "Hurry up, what are you doing? You little slut!"

Rachel shook her head, half pleading and half coquettishly saying, "Don't call me a little slut, hurry up and get the ring back, please."

Grant pulled out his fingers, smelled them under his nose, smiled slightly at his granddaughter, and then flipped over and submerged underwater. Ten seconds later, Grant surfaced with the ring. Rachel cheered and tried to take it, but Grant shook his head and hid his hands behind his back.

"Grandpa, give me the ring quickly," Rachel pleaded, clinging to her grandfather's neck. She didn't care that she could clearly feel a hard, cylindrical object pressing against her lower body.

"I'll give you the ring if you just say 'You little slut wants a ring,'" Grant chuckled.

"Please, have mercy, be a good person," Rachel repeated several times. Seeing Grant's lewd grin, she could only say helplessly in a low voice, "You little slut wants a ring."

Grant pointed to his ear: "I can't hear you, speak louder."

Rachel was eager to get the ring back and raised her voice: "You little slut wants a ring!" The loudness startled even herself, and David, standing by the pool, was also stunned.

Grant opened his palm, the precious ring gleaming in the sunlight. Rachel excitedly reached for it, but Grant suddenly closed his palm, reached down to Rachel's inner thigh, parted her labia, and gently inserted the ring into her vagina. Rachel quickly pulled her panties down to her knees and removed the ring, but Grant took the opportunity to pull his granddaughter's panties all the way to her ankles, and with a tug, the entire pair of panties was off. He waved his finger like a trophy, the pure white silk panties hanging on his finger, attracting David's gaze.

"Grandpa, give it back to me!" Rachel was mortified that her panties were being held by her grandfather, while her own brother was admiring them.

"Sure," Grant readily agreed, "but there's a condition."

David only saw his grandfather approach his sister again, his hand reaching into the water, doing something unknown. His sister's face grew increasingly red, her chest heaving violently, clearly indicating that a sensitive area was being touched.

"Hey, David, still sunbathing?"

His mother's words startled David. He quickly turned around and saw Daphne approaching. He stammered, "Um... the weather's so nice today, so... I wanted to go swimming!"

"Then why don't you go for a swim?" Daphne glanced at the pool, noticing her daughter and father standing so close together. She wasn't too happy. "Rachel, come up here. Don't just stay in the water."

Rachel blushed. "Mom, no."

Daphne clapped her hands. "Hurry up, don't waste time."

Rachel bit her lip, as if enduring something. Daphne sensed something was wrong: "Rachel, come up here right now, do you hear me, right now!"

"Mom, no," Rachel stammered, "Because...because...Grandpa took my underwear!"

"What?" Daphne was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

"Grandpa took my underwear. And..." Rachel continued, "And he's sticking his finger up my ass. I tried to stop him, but he's already reached the second knuckle..." "

Shut up!" Daphne shouted, hardly believing her ears.

She looked at her father in disbelief, but Grant laughed and said, "Don't be nervous, Daphne. Rachel is an adult, so it's not strange for us to play some adult games. Come on, granddaughter, let's get ashore."

What happened next nearly made Daphne faint and almost gave Davie a nosebleed. Rachel emerged from the water completely naked, like Venus, her snow-white breasts glistening with water droplets, standing erect in the hot air. Grant followed behind, equally naked, his left arm around Rachel's slender waist, his right hand on her buttocks, two fingers digging into her cleft, slowly twitching.

"Mom, I'm sorry... I don't know what's wrong with me today?" Rachel tried to explain.

"Shut up!" Daphne yelled.

"Daphne, you're so grumpy. Forget it, Rachel, let's find somewhere else to play."

Grant flicked the finger still inserted in Rachel's anus to the right, and Rachel, like a puppet, turned to the right. The two of them, naked, left the pool and walked towards the garage, leaving Daphne and Davie dumbfounded.

Mother and daughter exchanged a glance, both thinking the same thing: "Are we dreaming?" "

Mom, don't worry!" Rachel smiled and took a sip of her drink. "I'm an adult. Grandpa took me out for a trip, it's nothing. The important thing is I had a great time!"

"Rachel!" Daphne was startled by her daughter's nonchalant attitude. "Do you know what you're saying?

Do you remember swimming in the pool during the day?" "How could you…

Of course I remember." But let me reiterate: I'm an adult, and I'm in charge of my own life.

Daphne almost didn't recognize her daughter anymore. She wanted to slap her a few times, but she held back her anger: What do you think Ted will think if he found out?

Rachel raised an eyebrow: Why should he know? He's not my husband yet! She moved closer and hugged her mother: Mom, we're family, we should love each other, why worry about outsiders?

Daphne's breathing became heavy. Not only was her daughter's inexplicable logic irritating her, but her daughter's tight embrace, with their breasts pressed against each other through the thin nightgown, made her even more uncomfortable, and a strange flutter rose in her heart.

Good Mom, don't think about it anymore. Rachel snuggled against her mother affectionately, the girl's firm breasts pressing against her mother's full, round breasts, until both nipples slowly hardened. "We're family, family..." Rachel whispered. Daphne's eyes closed slightly, her breathing growing heavier. She wanted to yell at her daughter, to get up and kick her shameless daughter out of the house, but a strange force deep within her seemed to be defending her daughter. "

Why did you do that?" Daphne managed to squeeze out.

Rachel looked at her mother, her loving eyes seemingly sparkling with starlight, making Daphne lose her composure: this was just a family game, a little game her grandfather and granddaughter played, a game Rachel liked to play. She kissed her mother's cheek: "Mom, will you play games with Rachel?"

The daughter's red lips pressed against her mother's, her tongue exploring her mouth. Daphne's last line of defense crumbled: "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Hearing her mother's weak moans, Rachel's lips curled into a faint smile. Her grandfather's task was accomplished!

When David arrived home, Daphne was weeding in the garden. She wore a sun hat, a white short-sleeved shirt, tight shorts, and fishnet stockings covering her bare legs. Large beads of sweat streamed down her forehead into her open shirt. "

Mom, I'm home."

"Oh, David, how did the exams go?"

"Hehe, all A's!" Dave proudly waved his report card, thinking, "This summer vacation is going to be a blast!"

Daphne took the report card; sure enough, it was all A's. She patted her son's head: "Great! Mommy is so proud of you, darling." She turned and called into the house: "Daddy, come look! Our Dave got all A's on the finals!"

"Oh, that's amazing! No wonder he's Brian's son!" Grant ran out of the house, not even glancing at the report card, and hugged Dave: "Good grandson, not bad at all! Come on, Grandpa wants to reward you. I'll show you around this summer." "

Oh, come on, Daddy, you're just being silly. Don't corrupt the child." "Daphne said worriedly, 'Besides drinking and womanizing, what kind of knowledge does this old geezer have?'"

"Ha, Daphne, you underestimate your father. I'll show you what I'm capable of," Grant said, releasing his grandson. "But, Daphne, seriously, I saw you weeding in the garden just now, didn't I?" After receiving confirmation, he continued, "You know, I found some red ants in your garden a few days ago. They're huge and they bite. The wounds are small but easily get infected. I reckon you've got some on you. Come on, take off your clothes so we can check you out. Getting bitten isn't a joke."

Daphne laughed: "Daddy, stop fooling around! There are no red ants. Besides, getting bitten isn't a big deal."

"Hmm, Daphne, you don't know how dangerous those ants are. A bite will first cause redness and swelling, then inflammation, and can even lead to infection. It would be very troublesome if they bit your nipple. Come on, take off your shirt!"

Daphne's smile froze: "Daddy, there's a limit to jokes! I don't need to take my clothes off at all!" Grant shook his head: "No, no, I'm not joking. You have to take them off, listen to Daddy, baby Daphne."

Daphne took a deep breath. The term "baby" made her feel amused, yet it seemed to contain some special force compelling her: "Daddy, I'm Davy's mother. I can't take my clothes off in front of my son."

"Ah, then I'll go inside." Dave stood up but was stopped by Brian.

"No, my dear grandson, you stay here. I need someone to help me examine your mother's body." He hardened his tone towards Daphne: "Take it off!"

For some reason, Daphne's hands involuntarily reached for her chest, unbuttoning her shirt to reveal a pink bra that covered her large, round breasts. She took off her shirt, half-naked, facing her father and son.

Dave stared in disbelief at his mother, her face flushed, clearly feeling immense shame; even the large expanse of white skin from her neck to above her bra was red. His conservative mother was actually doing this, shamefully undressing herself!

"Hmm, Daphne, come and see, do I have any ants on me?" Grant asked, staring at her daughter's heaving chest and flat, smooth belly. "

Ah, no, nothing at all," Daphne replied hastily. "

Really? I think so too." "But red ants are cunning," Grant chuckled. "They might have crawled under your bra, Daphne. Unhook your bra, let us check your breasts."

"Daddy! Daphne's here, there's a limit to your antics." Daphne glared angrily. She wanted to turn and leave, even rush up and slap this old man, but strangely, her body wouldn't obey. "

Daphne, everything Daddy does is for your own good, just like everything you do is for Daphne's good."

Grant retorted, "Would you do anything to hurt your son?" "Would I, as a father, do anything to harm my daughter?"

"That's not necessarily true, because you're a beast." Daphne thought angrily, but the words seemed to be stuck in her throat. She sighed: "Davie, go back to your room." "

No, no, I told you, Davee has to stay here and help me." "Daphne, hurry up, it'll be too late if you get bitten."

Daphne pulled the thin straps down to her chest, reached behind her back to unhook the bra, and it slipped down naturally. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Daphne, put your hands down, otherwise we can't see your breasts, and it won't be easy to examine them."

As Daphne lowered her arms, David's eyes lit up. He stood frozen, staring at his mother's chest as if under a spell. The mature woman's large, firm breasts stood erect in the hot summer air. Although she was over forty, Daphne's breasts still maintained a good shape; their slightly sagging shape made them hang like two papayas on her chest. The nipples were still a tender red, and the light-colored areolas around them made them particularly alluring. Thinking of this, David felt a pang of guilt. This was his own mother! But the sensation in his lower body told him he was already hard. Seeing his mother's breasts had made his penis erect. This was so unfair to his mother!

David tried to suppress the excitement in his lower body, but it was impossible, just as he couldn't tear his gaze away from his mother's breasts. Grant smiled slightly and decided to give his grandson a nudge: "Davi, come here.

You and I will each look at one side and see if there are any ants on your mother's breasts. Remember, look carefully!" David moved closer, examining one breast. The faint scent of milk was alluring. Daphne kept her eyes tightly shut; it was too embarrassing. Her breasts were completely exposed to her son, and she could even feel his warm breath. But David carefully avoided touching his mother; he simply scanned her breasts with his eyes: "No ants, Grandpa!"

"That's not right, grandson. Watch how grandpa checks." Grant grabbed one of his daughter's breasts, squeezing it hard despite her gasp, and lifted it upwards. "Ants like to hide in dark places, so you have to look under the breasts." "Still not right, you have to use your hands!" He yelled at

his grandson, who was squatting on the ground looking up at Daphne's breasts. Daphne was startled and quickly reached out to grasp her mother's breast. Soft, full, smooth, delicate, hot—a series of words flooded her mind, culminating in one sentence that escaped her lips: "It feels so good, so sexy."

"Hehe, Daphne, did you hear that? Your son is praising your sexiness, congratulations!" Daphne's face flushed crimson, her body heating up as her son caressed her breasts. "Hey, grandson, don't just touch me like that. Check for ants!" Grant's words snapped Dave out of his daze, still clutching his breasts. "Oh, no, no." He quickly let go, took a step back, and looked down, but the beautiful sight and the hot touch still lingered in his mind. "

Hmm, it seems there really aren't any ants." Hearing her father's words, Daphne quickly turned to get her clothes.

"Wait, Daphne." Brian clearly wasn't going to let his daughter off the hook. "No ants on your upper body, but maybe some got into your pants. You should take off your shorts and check thoroughly."

"Daddy, don't go too far!" Daphne turned and snapped. "Oh, my dear daughter, don't you know? Red ants biting your cunt is worse than biting your breasts! Listen to me, Daddy won't hurt you!" Grant persisted.

Daphne bit her lip, looking at her father with pleading eyes, but he remained unmoved. She turned her gaze to her son, whose mouth was agape. Dave snapped out of his daze: "I'm going inside." "Stay here, Dave! I told you I needed your help." Grant stopped his grandson again, then ordered Daphne, "Hurry up, don't waste time, everyone's uncomfortable standing in the sun."

It seemed this humiliation was unavoidable, Daphne thought sadly. "Then let it end quickly." She reached for her hat, but her father spoke again: "No, no, Daphne." "Keep the hat, the stockings, and the high heels on. You look even sexier naked in these!"

Daphne unbuckled her belt and buttons, her shorts slipping down to her ankles. She took a step forward, revealing herself to be wearing only a narrow, semi-transparent pair of panties, her back to her father and son, except for the hat, shoes, and stockings. Grant turned to face his daughter, scrutinizing Daphne's genitals: "Daphne, you've sweated a lot, haven't you? Even your underwear is wet?"

Daphne nearly fainted. She didn't know why, under such humiliation, her lower body was still leaking so much fluid—and her son was watching!

Dave stood behind his mother, looking at Daphne's smooth back. Her small panties couldn't contain her round, pink buttocks, and most of her bare bottom attracted his gaze. Through the thin silk, he could see a thin slit between her buttocks. Although he had no sexual experience, he had read many pornographic books and watched many adult films. He also knew that women only became wet when they were sexually aroused. Was his mother also excited? "

Daphne, take off your panties." At this point, Grant's command became direct.

Dave watched with conflicted emotions as his mother's body trembled slightly, clearly taking a few deep breaths. Then, she pinched the edge of her panties, pulled them down, bent over, lifted her leg, and stood up. The movements were quick, but in that instant, Dave clearly saw his mother's vulva and anus. Especially the pink anus, which flashed before his eyes as his mother bent over, almost made Dave's already climaxing penis ejaculate. Fortunately, Daphne straightened up, and her beautiful anus quickly hid behind her two plump buttocks.

Grant looked at his daughter's naked body with satisfaction: "Hmm, not bad. Daphne, turn around and let your son see." Although she knew it was useless, Daphne still wanted to maintain a little dignity in front of her son. She pleaded: "Daddy, no." "Davi is my son, I can't face him naked..."

Before she could finish speaking, Grant grabbed her shoulders and turned her, completely exposing her naked body to Dave: "Ha, can't your own son see his mother's naked body? Daphne, were you dressed from birth?

Were you dressed when Dave was born?" Dave stared blankly at his mother's beautiful face, full breasts, and most mysterious triangle. Daphne had always been very conservative; even at home, she never wore anything revealing in front of Dave. But now, his mother was standing naked before him, except for her shoes and hat. The sight before him made him lose his ability to think. "

Davi, come closer and examine your mother's genitals." Hearing his grandfather's call, David went over and bent down to look at Daphne's inner thighs. Her full vulva, glistening with lustful fluids in the summer sun, was surprisingly moist. To David's surprise, there was a small tuft of sparse hair above her vulva, the surrounding area smooth as if shaved. Did his mother like to shave like the actresses in porn movies? Her thick, bright red labia were tightly closed, as if protecting her most precious treasure. Thinking it was his mother, David struggled to suppress the urge to part her labia and peek inside. He swallowed hard: "Um, Grandpa, there are no ants." "

Are you sure? Do you want to see inside?" Grant's eyes were full of cunning. Dave glanced at his mother's beautiful vulva again, but restrained himself: "No need, there really aren't any."

"Oh, I see." Grant nodded. "Daphne, congratulations, there are no ants on you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Daphne hurriedly picked up her clothes and started to put them on. "Wait!" Grant's command stopped her in her tracks. "Daphne, why are you in such a hurry? Does being naked in front of your father and son cause you so much pain?"

Daphne murmured, "Because Dave is my son, and you are my father. You shouldn't see my naked body." "

Why not? Daphne, from birth until you were six, I bathed you. Weren't you naked then?" "That's different. I was still little then." "Ha, now that you're grown up, your body isn't the same as baby Daphne's anymore?" "Can't Father see this?" Daddy, please don't say these things in front of Dave. "

Fine, then I'll talk about Dave. He's your son. You brought him into this world. Weren't you naked then? Wasn't he naked too? In that sacred moment when you guided him into the human world, weren't you both naked, facing each other with your purest, most innocent selves?" Grant said, like a pastor walking a path. "Yes, we were... but..." Daphne said, bowing her head. Her father's unreasonable logic left her speechless, but deep down she felt that things weren't as her father described.

Grant continued, "But then a rift developed between you, a wall appeared between you and your mother. You began to suspect and distrust each other, not letting your loved ones see your true selves. It's so tragic! Daphne, tell me, when was this hateful wall that hinders family ties built?"

Listening to her father's brainwashing, Daphne was a little confused: "It'll probably be when Dave grows up." Oh, listen to that, listen to that—what a terrible misunderstanding! Grant cried out as if he had witnessed the greatest sin in the world, "Won't he be your son when he grows up? Won't you be his mother? Won't you be my daughter when you grow up? Won't I be your father?" "No, family is always family, never have any barriers, remember, we will always be family.

Always family, yes, Dave, you will always be Mommy's good son." Muttering this, Daphne smiled at the dazed Dave, "Dear Dave, Mommy will always love you! I love you too, Mommy." David answered, feeling bewildered. What was wrong with his mother? Had she been persuaded? Would she be living with them naked from now on? He glanced at his grandfather, his heart filled with conflict. He wanted to admire his mother's beautiful body, but he also felt it was immoral. Grant, sensing his thoughts, made a reassuring gesture and said to Daphne, "Alright, Daphne, do you still feel embarrassed about being naked in front of your father and son? Still a little uncomfortable." Daphne answered, head bowed.

Grant sighed, seemingly disappointed, "Daphne, you've made great progress, but you're not quite there yet. Okay, let's take it slow. David did very well on his test this time; as his mother, you should go pour him a few beers to celebrate." These words struck a chord with Daphne. She smiled at her son: "Grandpa's right. Mom will go prepare a celebration party now." She turned to go to the kitchen naked, but Grant spoke again: "Daphne, today is a very important day. Dave has achieved remarkable academic success, and I've helped you both break down that wall in your hearts, so you should wear your most sacred attire to celebrate."

Daphne was a little confused. What most sacred attire? Grant reminded her: "Do you remember your wedding dress?" "That's it. Go put it on. Remember, don't wear the outer shawl, just the underwear." Grant thought to herself, "When my daughter got married, I suggested renting one, but Daphne insisted on buying it, spending a whopping $500, which she was heartbroken about." However, his daughter looked absolutely radiant in it. Today, she truly deserved to be a bride again; a wedding dress was the perfect choice.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with Mom?" David asked, looking at his mother's bare back.

"Nothing, Mom's making you dinner." Grant took a swig from the bottle. "

I mean, she…you told her to take off her clothes…and she actually did…that's strange!"

Grant grinned: "My dear grandson, because she's my daughter and your mother, she listens to us." Seeing David's puzzled expression, the old man perked up: "Remember what I told you?

Women are creatures who always need a strong guide to tell them what to do and what not to do. We're closest to her, so I, her father!" The old man pointed to himself, "You, her son!" He pointed to Dave, "For her, we are natural leaders."

Dave still seemed confused and wanted to ask again. Daphne had returned, carrying a large tray with three glasses of golden beer. But Dave's attention was completely focused on his mother. Her golden hair cascaded down to her chest, and her hourglass-shaped white bodysuit hugged her graceful figure. Her exposed white shoulders and rounded thighs were even more alluring, and the intoxicating scent of perfume made Dave's heart flutter. "Does it smell good?" "It's the perfume Mom wore on her wedding night." Daphne's gentle voice carried a hint of seduction. "

Daphne, you've maintained a great figure." Grant genuinely praised his daughter's youthful appearance. Daphne smiled, and the three sat around the table drinking beer, seemingly back to normal. But Dave couldn't help glancing at his mother's snow-white skin and deep cleavage, desperately trying to recall her bare breasts and bright red nipples.

"Dave, stop staring at my chest." Daphne's voice turned cold again. "I don't know why I did some strange things today. I was just feeling a little better, and your gaze makes me uncomfortable again."

Dave lowered his head awkwardly. Staring at a woman's chest was indeed impolite, especially his mother's. But she had just taken off her clothes herself, revealing those full breasts. Why was she acting so serious now?

Grant snapped his fingers: "Daphne, you think you're a lady when you're dressed? You mean that?" "I don't know, no, I am a lady." Daphne's tone hardened; she seemed to have regained her composure. "Then, you feel like a slut when you're naked?" Grant ignored his daughter's loud protests and turned to Davy: "You see, a woman's chastity is just like a piece of clothing—once you put it on, it's gone when you take it off."

"Daddy! Grandpa, that's unbelievable! I can't understand!" Davy was bewildered. "

Alright, let's go to the living room, and I'll tell you the truth about women." Grant led Daphne and Davie back inside. "Davie, you and Mom sit on the sofa. I have a fascinating video to show you."

Grant put a videotape into the VCR, pressed the play button, the screen flickered a few times, then stabilized. It was a bedroom; two women were sitting on the edge of the bed talking. "

This is…" Daphne and Davie exclaimed simultaneously. Davie turned to look at her mother, whose face was pale: "Mom, this is your bedroom!"

The two women in the video were only wearing underwear, talking very intimately. Davie recognized the red-haired girl as her sister Rachel, and the other blonde woman as her mother sitting beside her—Daphne.

"You bastard, when did you film this?" Daphne gritted her teeth and leaped to her feet, intending to turn off the video recorder.

"Don't move!" Grant said calmly

. Daphne froze as if under a spell, then sat down. It's normal for a mother and daughter to chat; there's no need to get worked up. Let's continue; the exciting part isn't over yet. Daphne's fists clenched tightly, but she still slumped back down. The scene showed the red-haired Rachel kissing her mother. Daphne seemed surprised but accepted her daughter's passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined skillfully, and Rachel's hands caressed her mother's body, deftly unhooking Daphne's bra.

In the scene, Daphne shyly tries to cover her chest, while Rachel is also shirtless. The two embrace tightly, one pair of breasts delicate and erect, the other mature and full, pressed together and rubbing against each other. Both are clearly aroused. Daphne takes the initiative to lower her head and kiss her daughter's small breasts, while Rachel puts her hand inside her mother's panties and rubs them...

Look, look, you two bastards, go ahead and look! Daphne's pale face now turns bright red. She angrily turns to leave this place that makes her feel ashamed, but her father speaks again: Daphne, sit down! Sit next to your son. You have to explain to him.

On the television, Rachel was pulling down Daphne's panties. Daphne giggled and spread her legs, her vulva facing the camera. Rachel pressed two fingers against her mother's labia, gently parting them to expose her pink vaginal opening. "

Mom, you're wet down there!" Davy cried out, captivated. Indeed, on the screen, Rachel's fingers were probing Daphne's vulva. With her daughter's thrusts, Daphne's lower body was overflowing with lustful fluids. Although there was no sound, Daphne tilted her head back and opened her mouth, clearly emitting a seductive moan. "

No, don't watch!" Daphne, sitting beside her son, covered her face and moaned softly, as if pleading. But the son was completely captivated by the alluring scenery on the screen. Daphne was now on all fours, her plump vulva and small anus dominating the center of the frame, even the folds of her anus were clearly visible. Rachel was also completely naked. She smiled at the camera and magically produced a carrot, slowly inserting the pointed end into her mother's anus.

Oh, oh, oh… Daphne's mouth dropped open in the camera, but the gasp came from David on the sofa. He had seen some lesbian videos, but he never imagined he would see his mother and sister starring in such a steamy scene.

Rachel inserted the carrot halfway into her mouth, pulled it out, and brought it to Daphne's lips. The usually meticulous mother, without hesitation, took the carrot, which she had just pulled from her anus, into her mouth and sucked on it vigorously. While sucking, she reached between her daughter's legs, her fingers probing into Rachel's tender vulva and anus… "

Enough, enough!" Daphne cried out in despair. "How did you film this, Grant, you old bastard!" "

Have some manners, my precious daughter," Grant said smugly. "Incest between daughter and granddaughter, such a wonderful video is endlessly entertaining. You should be mindful of your image in front of your son."

"Image? You've completely ruined my image, you bastard!" Daphne shouted.

"Calm down, Daphne! This is something you and Rachel did yourselves! How can you blame me?

This is our privacy. You have no right to film it, much less to show it. Turn it off now!" Daphne roared. "

Sorry, I didn't film it. Can't you tell, darling?"

Daphne thought, as if struck by lightning. She had vaguely suspected this when she saw the video, but she couldn't believe her lively and lovely daughter had really fallen to such a low level, actually framing her own mother. But Grant's words left her speechless. She could only plead in a low voice, "Davie, my good son, turn off the video. Please, Mommy begs you."

Her son didn't react. She looked up, her gaze filled with contempt and lewdness: "You always pretended to be so ladylike, but it turns out you and your sister are both lesbians, and exhibitionists at that. No wonder you divorced Dad.

" David!

David's hand rested on his mother's thigh, the smooth skin giving him a wonderful sensation: "Tell me, Mom, don't you like men?"

David, take your hand off me! Are you out of your mind? I'm your mother!

Come on, don't ask me to do this or that anymore, you lesbian. Thinking of his mother's naked body in the garden, David felt a surge of heat rush to his lower body. He had just seen his mother's vagina and anus on the video, and now he really wanted to see it in person.

David! Daphne raised her hand and slapped David hard, but David nimbly dodged.

"Stop!" Grant intervened, trying to smooth things over. "Davi, go turn off the video recorder." David turned off the recorder, looked at his grandfather, and waited for his next move.

"Daphne, are you feeling better now?"

Daphne bit her lip and turned to look out the window. "

I asked you how you were feeling. Do you want to replay this video?"

Daphne finally spoke: "I feel great. I don't need to watch this dirty videotape anymore."

Grant nodded: "Well, in that case, David and I did you a favor. Now it's time for you to do something for us. Take off your clothes!"

Daphne looked up at her father: "Daddy!

I said, take them off!" "Come on, Mom, we've already seen it anyway, hurry up."

Daphne lowered her head and slowly unbuttoned her tight bra, soon standing naked before her father and son once again. "

Sit on the sofa, okay, spread your legs!"

Daphne hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly parted her legs. "

Wider, wider, make a straight line!" Grant yelled, urging his daughter to assume the most humiliating pose.

Daphne fought back tears, spreading her legs as wide as possible, her most intimate parts completely exposed to her family. "What a nice slut," Grant thought to himself. Unlike the other mature women he'd been with, whose vaginas were already loose and saggy, his daughter's legs were spread wide, but her full labia were only slightly parted, revealing glimpses of pink flesh inside, which only fueled a man's desire to explore further. He was certain his daughter was usually very chaste; otherwise, her vagina wouldn't be in such good condition.

"Alright, touch it!"

"What?" Daphne thought she'd misheard.

"Masturbate!" "

Right here?" Daphne gasped.

"Yes, right here in front of your father and son!"

Daphne glanced at her father, then at her son, both waiting expectantly. She slowly inserted her fingers into her genitals, parting her tightly closed labia and exposing her pink garden to the cool air. Grant and David stared in astonishment: long, slender fingers, shimmering pink lily-shaped nails, a writhing vulva that seemed to breathe, a cute clitoris trembling above the vagina, and a small urethral opening surrounded by tender pink flesh. The grandfather and grandson were practically drooling. "

What a beautiful cunt!" David blurted out.

"Bastard!" Daphne thought, slowly inserting a finger deeper into her vagina. "

Just looking at it makes me want to fuck!" Grant said. "

They're all bastards!" Daphne inserted a second finger, and the two fingers slowly moved in and out of her vagina.

She closed her eyes, refusing to look at the lewd and repulsive sight of the grandfather and grandson before her. Gradually, she seemed to return to those countless lonely nights, lying alone in her bedroom, feeling the pleasurable waves emanating from her vagina. The speed of her fingers gradually increased, and waves of pleasure washed over her.

She felt so good fucking herself! A single sentence jolted Daphne awake. Her father and son were watching her masturbate, but her already rising desire was uncontrollable. On the contrary, the thought of masturbating in public only amplified Daphne's pleasure. Perhaps all women have a bit of exhibitionism. The speed of her finger thrusting in and out increased, and she couldn't

help but moan. Her vagina was wet with fluids. Just as Daphne was about to reach orgasm, her lips touched something warm. She opened her eyes, and David stood naked in front of her. Although young, his penis was already thick and long, now erect against her cheek. Daphne was startled and instinctively screamed. David pounced on the back of the sofa, his thick penis thrusting into her wet mouth. Daphne felt a foreign object enter her mouth and quickly closed it, which resulted in her tightly holding her son's penis. By the time she realized what was happening and tried to spit it out, it was too late. Davis thrust his hips forward, inserting his entire penis. The boy's pubic hair touched Daphne's nostrils, and the glans almost reached the back of her throat, causing her to choke and her eyes to roll back. Just when she thought she was going to suffocate, Davis began to thrust his penis back and forth in her mouth like he was penetrating a vagina, which helped Daphne catch her breath.

While forcing his mother to perform oral sex on him, Davis said, "It feels so good! Grandpa was right! Mom, your technique is amazing!" Each time Daphne thrust deeply into her throat, she instinctively tried to stop him with her tongue, but her nimble tongue always managed to wrap around his penis, sometimes even touching the urethral opening. The tingling sensation almost sent Daphne into a trance. Finally, the young man reached his limit, thrusting hard, his penis reaching deep into her throat, ejaculating hot semen, spurting wave after wave into Daphne's throat.

Daphne coughed repeatedly from the choking on her son's semen. Only after she finally stopped did she realize a fact: she had performed oral sex on her son! This incestuous act should have disgusted her, but she didn't feel much guilt. Why? Perhaps because of the striptease in the garden and the public masturbation on the sofa, she was mentally prepared for this, especially since she was forced! She wondered what strange method her father had used to render her powerless to resist, and if there were to be a final judgment before the Almighty Lord, she would only be the victim; Grant should be the one going to hell!

Thinking this, Daphne's shame and remorse lessened considerably. Looking up, she saw Davey rubbing his penis with satisfaction: "Mommy, ejaculating in your mouth feels so good!" "Haha, silly child, there are other places in a woman that will make you feel even better," Grant encouraged from the side. "

Oh, no," Daphne groaned weakly. She knew what her father wanted to do, but she was powerless to stop him. David reached out and kneaded his mother's snow-white, full breasts, as if he wanted to possess them completely. Unfortunately, few people could hold Daphne's large, papaya-like breasts in one hand, let alone a young boy.

Unable to do it with his hands, David involuntarily used his mouth, playing with her breasts with his hands while biting her nipples with his teeth. Daphne was both in pain and itchy from her son's frenzied behavior; even with her legs tightly pressed together, her juices still flowed uncontrollably down her thighs. "

David, please, don't do this!" Daphne gasped, "Mom can't take it anymore." "Mom, you're begging for mercy! Haha, Mom's actually begging me!" David was smug that his usually strict mother had yielded to him. He turned to his grandfather with a smug look, who was laughing and drinking beer: "Good lad, strike while the iron is hot!" he said, winking. "

Daddy, please don't teach David to be bad anymore!" Daphne's pleading was weak and feeble, and her flushed face only made her more alluring. "

Haha, good daughter, how can this be called going astray? David loves you, and you love David. We're a loving family; that's what a loving family is. Daphne, don't you agree?"

Before Daphne could answer, David had already grabbed her legs: "Spread your legs, Mom. My sister used a carrot to put it in your anus; now let me use my carrot to put it in your vagina."

"Oh, please, don't mention that!" Daphne shyly covered her face, but her tightly closed legs relaxed slightly, immediately being pulled into a V-shape by David, her vulva, soaked with vaginal fluid, exposed to her son's view: "Mom, you're soaking wet down there."

Daphne futilely reached out to cover her lower body, but the young man easily pried her slender hands aside, his erect penis pressing against her thick labia.

Oh, David, no. A fire seemed to burn in Daphne's eyes, it was hard to tell if it was anger or desire. David didn't care; with a forceful thrust, his thick penis invaded his mother's burning vagina, parting the pink walls and penetrating to its deepest point.

Ah, ah, ah, the last line of defense of her body had finally been breached by her son, and Daphne's psychological defenses completely collapsed as well. Shame, anger, and grief all vanished with David's vigorous rape. Daphne closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and felt the pleasure of her son's thick penis rubbing against her vagina. David's penis was so long! Her ex-husband had never penetrated so deeply before. Daphne even actively arched her back to meet her son's thrusts, her juices splattering onto the floor with each stroke.

David watched as his usually dignified and beautiful mother moaned beneath him, her beautiful blonde hair hanging down her back, her cherry-like lips still smeared with milky semen, her slender neck bulging with excitement, and her large, white breasts swaying with his movements. He grabbed one in each hand, kneading and pinching, the bright red nipples quickly hardening and standing erect. He lowered his head and took his mother's breasts into his mouth, gently biting the nipples with his teeth.

Under the double assault, Daphne screamed loudly; she had reached orgasm, hot vaginal fluid gushing from her hidden core, splashing onto David's penis. David was also almost at his limit; he quickened his thrusts, took a deep breath, and prepared to complete that most beautiful step with his mother.

At this moment, Grant suddenly spoke: "Daphne, hold your son's balls, don't let him ejaculate yet."

Daphne obediently squeezed David's testicles, her mind filled with doubt. David almost cried; his penis felt like it was about to explode, but it was held back. He turned his head to ask why, but found that his grandfather was also naked: "I think such a sacred thing as the union of mother and son should be done in the bedroom."

Although he was feeling uncomfortable, Dave still obeyed his grandfather's orders. However, he was reluctant to pull his penis out of her hot vagina, so Grant had Dave carry Daphne to the bedroom. Daphne's legs were tightly wrapped around Dave's waist, her vagina tightly gripping her son's penis. Grant followed behind, and the three of them entered the bedroom.

When they reached the bed, Grant had Dave lie on his back, so that Daphne was riding on top of her son. Daphne initially didn't think much of it, and riding on top actually gave her more control, but her father had other ideas.

Grant parted his daughter's plump buttocks, revealing a pinkish hue around her tight anus, clearly untouched. He licked his index finger wet and slowly inserted it into her anus.

Feeling the intrusion, Daphne's sphincter instinctively contracted, clamping tightly around Grant's finger, preventing his entry. "So, this is still virgin territory for my daughter," Grant thought with delight. He slowly increased his pressure, gradually breaching her rear entrance, first a knuckle, then the entire finger probing into her rectum. Daphne had also adapted to the strange sensation from the nerve endings in her anus, and her contracted sphincter muscles relaxed. Grant took the opportunity to slowly insert his middle finger as well, the two fingers moving slowly in and out of his daughter's intestines.

Daphne kept her eyes tightly closed. The vigorous thrusting of her son's penis into her vagina gave her a sense of decadent excitement, while the playing with her anus by her father's fingers gave her a feeling that was both disgusting and novel, especially the fullness she felt during the thrusting, which she had never experienced before. Suddenly, Grant pulled his fingers out, and Daphne immediately felt a void in her rear. She let out a soft "huh," and her buttocks involuntarily swayed towards her father, as if in protest.

Grant knew his moment had come. He climbed onto the bed, embraced Daphne's slender waist, and pressed his seasoned penis against his daughter's unexplored anus. Daphne sensed the size was off and understood her father's intentions. She wanted to stop him, but the hard penis pressed against her empty rear, and the words changed at the last second: "Daddy, be gentle." "

What do you want Daddy to be gentle about?" Grant asked knowingly. Daphne's voice was barely audible: "Be gentle when it goes in." "Where?" As he spoke, his penis slowly parted the sphincter, touching the narrow intestinal wall.

"Ah, right there, be gentle." Daphne also understood hygiene; hasty anal sex could easily lead to injury. "Daddy, don't hurt Daphne." Although Grant slowed down, his penis was still much thicker than a finger, and Daphne had to grit her teeth and endure the pain in her anus until she was panting and drenched in sweat. Grant, on the other hand, was incredibly aroused. The heat and tightness inside his daughter's rectum gave him immense pleasure, and with a forceful thrust, he shoved his entire penis into Daphne's anus. "Grandpa, you really did it! You really put your penis in Mommy's anus?" David, lying beneath his mother and fucking her vagina, couldn't see Grant's movements, but he could feel the same hardness on the other side through the thin flesh, and could even feel its shape. "

Yes, my good grandson." Grandpa did it. You're fucking Mom's pussy, and Grandpa's fucking Mom's asshole.

Oh, God. Both holes were filled tightly, and Daphne could hear her father's lewd words. She could hardly control herself. The grandfather and granddaughter seemed to be in sync, and they began to attack from the front and back at the same time. Daphne was sandwiched between her father and son like a delicious sandwich. The tide of pleasure made her lose all restraint. She moaned loudly and twisted her buttocks to meet her father and son's rape. Finally, Grant and Davis reached their climax simultaneously, their hot semen gushing into her vagina and rectum...

Several hours later, Davis woke up from his sleep; last night had been like a beautiful dream. He turned his head and saw his beautiful mother sleeping between him and his grandfather, the sheets covered in milky white fluid. It was all real; he had really slept with his beautiful mother!

Grant also woke up, and seeing his excited grandson, he greeted him with a smile: "Hey, grandson, did you enjoy it last night?" "

Very enjoyable, but Grandpa," Davis nodded, "I still don't quite understand." "

There's nothing you don't understand. Grandpa controlled your mother."

Controlled?

Yes, controlled, or you could call it brainwashing, hypnosis, whatever you want to call it. Everyone has hidden desires, and everyone has something they cherish most. For what they value most, people will do many incredible things.

Like heroes and lovers in movies? David understood a little. "

So clever! Your grandfather's research used hypnosis to forcibly combine people's hidden desires with what they cherish." Grant explained that history is full of such examples. For instance, soldiers need to fight under the banner of justice—that's people's ideal. And bullying the weak is human nature—that's a hidden desire. The result of combining the two is that soldiers can slaughter civilians under the banner of justice without any guilt. "

I understand a little," David said. "So what are Mom's hidden desires?"

"Damn!" Grant slapped his grandson. "Everyone wants to fuck! Everyone has that desire, but Grandpa used her most cherished possession to arouse it, and she became a slave to that desire.

Ah, that's not so bad. What does Mom really cherish most?" Davy asked, puzzled. Recalling how Grandpa had made Mom obey without using any tools, from the garden to the bedroom.

"Silly child!" Daphne woke up too. She looked at her son gently. "Mom cherishes you most!"

Grant clapped and laughed. "Do you understand now? You and your sister are Mom's most precious treasures, that's why I can control your mother."

Daphne turned her head. "Daddy, I'm... controlled by you?"

"Yes, Daphne, your ass is so tempting, I can't resist trying to put it in your asshole."

Oh, I see. No wonder I did something so absurd. But it doesn't matter, as long as Davy accepts, Daphne thought.

Meanwhile, the grandfather and grandson were talking more and more excitedly. "Grandpa, does that mean I can control any girl around me if I want to?" "Yes, as long as you can master Grandpa's hypnosis."

Davy sat up excitedly. So many beautiful girls at school would become his slaves. The prospect was too tempting. He looked at his mother's naked body, and his lust rose again: "Mom, come and suck Grandpa's cock. Let me try your asshole." "

Okay, good son." "Daphne swayed her hips and answered softly.

Rebecca lay sprawled on the large office desk, her full buttocks raised high, revealing her already soaked, sexy black panties. Her usually confident and beautiful face now showed panic; her golden ponytail was undone, her simple, well-fitting uniform was open, her bra was pushed up to her neck, and her fair breasts pressed against the cold marble tabletop. The capable and serious female secretary was now displaying a wanton posture before her boss, Glent."

"Oh my god, what's going on?" Rebecca was sweating profusely. "Douglas, what did you do to me?"

A tall white man shrugged. "Honey, you're lying here by yourself. I didn't force you.

Mr. Grant can testify!"

"Yes, Rebecca, you're so tempting!" Grant laughed heartily. He was a man nearing 60 and the company's general manager. Today was the day before his retirement.

The white man was Douglas, the head of research. He had said he would give Grant a special retirement gift. This gift was too special...

Rebecca twisted and struggled, but her limbs wouldn't obey her commands, as if bound by a mysterious force.

Her alluring figure swayed, making her even more seductive. She couldn't help but sob, "No, Mr. Grant, you can't... I'm a college graduate, you can't treat me like a prostitute..."

"Don't put yourself on a pedestal!" Douglas pushed up his glasses. "Your figure isn't even as good as a prostitute's. You're only worthy of being offered to Mr. Grant as a retirement gift because of all the years you've served him. Alright, continue, take off your underwear!"

Rebecca let out a desperate sigh, her pretty face flushed red, but her body still obediently responded.

Two jade-like hands grasped the edge of her black silk panties and slowly pulled them down to her knees. Even though her back was turned, Rebecca could still feel Grant and Douglas's burning gazes focused on her snow-white bare buttocks. Her wet vulva and anus instinctively contracted under the air conditioning, making them look even tighter and cuter.

"Mr. Grant, you can enjoy her now!" Douglas gestured casually, "Come on, try our latest product!"

"Douglas, you're something else, you actually hypnotized her." Grant stepped forward and embraced the secretary's ample buttocks. The smooth, plump sensation made his soul fly. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his still-vigorous penis, and positioned it at the entrance of her wet vagina: "Plop!" With a forceful thrust, he plunged it into the long-awaited vagina of the beautiful woman.

"Oh...so good...fuck..." His penis was tightly enveloped by the hot, fleshy walls, as if being sucked in, giving Grant unparalleled pleasure. He had long coveted the secretary beside him, never expecting that one day he would use hypnosis to get her.

Thinking of this, he became even more excited, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Rebecca's moans grew louder, the initially painful tones now laced with excitement and satisfaction.

Douglas watched all this with satisfaction. Just like in the experiment, compared to traditional methods, this hypnosis was simple to perform and easy to learn. It required no equipment; a few words were enough to capture the subject's attention. The drawback was that the subject wouldn't immediately submit; often, the body would react, but the mind would remain conscious. But so what? Douglas found it more enjoyable. The prey's inability to move was enough; it had a perverse pleasure, like rape.

Besides, once his penis finally penetrated the vagina and intercourse was completed, the hypnotized subject would lose her will and be completely conquered, just like with traditional methods. "Well, I won't have to worry about not having women to play with anymore. I'll take my leave now." He rubbed his erect penis. "Mr. Grant, have a pleasant retirement! Goodbye!"

"Wait!" Grant was at a crucial moment. "Douglas, you are truly my most capable subordinate."

"Thank you for the compliment!"

"Since I'm leaving the company tomorrow, I'd like to work with you one last time." Grant winked. "Look, this slut's hole feels really good to fuck. Let's fuck her together!"

"Hmm? Great, thank you, Mr. Grant."

A minute later, Grant lay on the table, his penis deeply inserted into Rebecca's vagina. Douglas stood behind Rebecca, his penis pressing against the woman's small anus: "Shall we join in?"

"Yes, happy to cooperate!"

"Okay, happy to cooperate!"

And so, the two launched a fierce attack on Rebecca, once, then again, and then yet again…

David and his mother, Daphne, stood at the airport waiting for their plane to land. Thinking about his grandfather, whom he hadn't seen for ten years, David felt a little nervous. To be honest, he didn't have a very deep impression of his grandfather. When he was very young, his mother and grandfather often argued, until one day his mother slapped his grandfather hard across the face. His grandfather froze, then ran out without looking back, and ten years had passed since then. His retired grandfather was moving into his house. Could he and his mother reconcile? Could they live together peacefully? Davie lacked confidence.

"Hello, Daphne, long time no see." An elderly man with white hair appeared before the mother and son. Although his hair was gray, his face was still ruddy, and he looked quite robust, with broad shoulders and a tall stature. Undoubtedly, this was Davie's father, Brian.

"Hello, Father." Daphne smiled and shook hands with her father. "It's a pleasure to have you come and live with us. I hope we have a pleasant life together."

"Hey, look, is this handsome young man my little Davie?" The old man hugged Davie tightly and exclaimed, "Oh, how robust you are! No wonder you're Brian's descendant. I bet there are lots of girls chasing after you at school!"

"Uh, I wish that were true, but Mom doesn't like me dating girls!" Davie explained.

"Dad! Don't lead your grandson astray. David is only sixteen; what he needs most is to study hard," Daphne said, frowning.

"Heh, just kidding. But I don't think it's a bad thing for a sixteen-year-old boy to date a few pretty girls,"

Brian patted David's shoulder. "Come on, help Grandpa with his luggage to the car, handsome young man!"

Daphne shrugged; her worst fears seemed to be coming true. No one knew her father better than she did—an excellent university medical professor who couldn't control his zippers and, after a few scandals, had retired from academia to focus on a large pharmaceutical company. Now retired and living with her, she hoped he wouldn't pass on his womanizing ways to Davy. If he did, she didn't care about father-daughter relations; she'd kick him out!

The three loaded their luggage into the car. Daphne drove from the front, while the grandfather and granddaughter chatted about everything under the sun in the back, from sports to school life.

"Davie, have you thought about your career?"

"Oh, no, Grandpa. I'm only in high school. Employment is too far away for me. My mom says I should get into a good university first, then we can talk about other things."

"Ahem, Daphne, you spoil young people these days. Look at them, they have no life goals, no motivation, they just follow your mothers' wishes. Daavie, let me tell you, a man must have his own ambition, no matter how much your mother objects, he must achieve it. Only a man like that can conquer a woman and make her obey his orders!" Brian patted Daavie on the shoulder.

"Come on, Dad. Your ideas are outdated. This is an era of gender equality. 'Obey your orders'? Only prostitutes would do that, provided you pay first,"

Daphne retorted as she drove. From a young age, she deeply resented her father's chauvinism. To her father, masculinity meant messing around with women—at least that's what she saw.

"Haha, my dear Daphne, you're still as bad-tempered as ever! You embarrass your old man the moment we meet."

Brian patted his daughter's shoulder, and she shrank back, looking displeased. "Dad, please call me by my full name. I don't like you calling me Daphne."

"What, doesn't Daphne sound affectionate? Doesn't your husband call you Daphne?" Brian's hand stopped on his daughter's rounded shoulder as he looked her over. Ten years hadn't left any marks on his daughter's beautiful face; on the contrary, she had matured considerably, and her already firm breasts seemed to have grown even larger. Unfortunately, her temper remained as stubborn as ever.

"He is him, and you are you!" Daphne waved her hand, decisively slapping her father's hand away. "From the age of seventeen, I stopped letting you call me Daphne, remember?"

"I remember, I remember." Brian nodded. It was from that time that you started staying out all night, offering your virgin little pussy to some little bastard. Of course, he kept the rest of his sentence to himself.

He said listlessly, "Alright, Ms. Daphne. I'm a retired old man now, I can't do anything, I can only follow your orders."

"Father, I don't mean to discourage you. But you really should plan for your future, find some healthy hobbies or something."

"You mean my old hobbies were unhealthy? Wasn't it just hanging out with pretty women?"

Daphne took a deep breath, she hadn't wanted to bring this up: "So you and Mom got divorced, right?"

"That was what she wanted."

"It's because she couldn't stand your messing around outside!"

The father and daughter became increasingly unhappy, and finally fell silent.

"I shouldn't have agreed to let him come," Daphne thought angrily.

"Looks like she wants to control me, that won't do," Brian thought.

A large parasol blocked the scorching sun, and David lay comfortably on a bench, a can of Coke in his hand. Although he didn't like swimming, every weekend at this time, he would lie by the pool, pretending to sunbathe, but actually hoping to catch a glimpse of his sister Rachel's swimsuit show.

Here she comes! Hearing the "thump thump thump" of footsteps, David casually turned around and greeted a woman in a swimsuit with fiery red hair: "Hi, Rachel, coming for a swim?"

The redhead was none other than David's biological sister—Rachel. She was tall and slender, with long, fiery red hair cascading down her back, large, bright eyes, and a charmingly pouting mouth, making her appear lively and adorable. Today she was wearing a black and white zebra-striped one-piece swimsuit. Her breasts and hips formed a perfectly proportioned S-curve, neither too voluptuous for a mature woman nor too youthful for a girl. The ring on her hand indicated that she was a young woman in a relationship.

She knew her younger brother was at the poolside but rarely went into the water, so she nodded to him.

With a "plop," she jumped into the pool. The smooth skin and cool water made intimate contact, instantly dispelling the summer heat. She lay on her back, gently stretching her arms, her strong legs swinging up and down, enjoying the beautiful summer day in the pool.

"What a beauty!" David, who was staring blankly at his sister, was startled by the person behind him. It was his grandfather, Grant.

He hurriedly greeted his grandfather, but the latter ignored him, only looking at the girl playing on her back in the pool and saying, "Such a delicate face, and a good figure too. Although not as big as her mother's, the size is just right for her age."

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?"

"Those breasts!"

David vaguely guessed what his grandfather meant by "size," but he didn't expect his grandfather to say it so openly.

"You seem uncomfortable? Did I say something that upset you?" Grant patted his grandson's shoulder.

If it were anyone else, David would have already taught that blabbermouth a lesson, but since his own grandfather was talking about his granddaughter, he could only stand there awkwardly. Besides, he felt the same way; his sister was indeed very alluring!

“Alright, David. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about grandpa praising his granddaughter’s figure.” Grant looked at David. “We’re all family, we should be even closer.” With that, Grant unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad, hairy chest. He took two deep breaths and jumped into the water.

Rachel was enjoying the summer sun and the cool pool water when a strong arm embraced her from behind.

“Hi, my darling granddaughter, having fun swimming?” Grant grinned.

“Ah, hello, Grandpa.” Rachel quickly greeted him, kicking her feet to escape his embrace.

She had heard about her grandfather’s misdeeds, and this smiling face seemed malicious to her; his small eyes seemed to be lecherously staring at her chest. In short, not wanting to say anything more to him, Rachel spoke politely but coldly to Grant, thinking to herself how unlucky she was; with him around, she couldn't even enjoy a short swim. She'd better get ashore soon.

"Hey, Rachel, your ring looks nice. Come on, show me your hand so Grandpa can see it clearly."

Before Rachel could extend her hand, Grant grabbed his granddaughter's delicate, smooth hand.

"Oh, oh, such an expensive ring. It's obvious your fiancé loves you very much." Grant's flattery made Rachel stop her hand from pulling back; girls always love to hear sweet words.

Rachel's face lit up with a happy smile. "Thank you for the compliment, Grandpa. Actually, I didn't want something so expensive, but Daniel insisted on buying it, saying it wouldn't be good enough for me otherwise." "

Your fiancé is very clever. Indeed, only the best ring is worthy of my beautiful granddaughter." Grant laughed and pulled Rachel into his arms, stroking his granddaughter's rounded shoulders. "You know, engagement rings have magic."

"Huh?" Rachel was a little annoyed by her grandfather's sudden embrace and was about to break free, but upon hearing this, the girl's curiosity was piqued. "What magic? Grandpa, are you lying to me?"

Grant gave a mysterious smile. "Look at your ring!"

Rachel stared intently at her hand. The ring reflected a dazzling light in the midday sun, making her slightly dizzy. She wanted to turn her head away, but then her grandfather's whispered in her ear: "Look at the ring. Do you see the shimmering light? I know your eyes are tired, but you have to keep looking. Yes, the light is so dazzling. Do you know the value of the ring on your hand?"

"Ugh, ugh," Rachel murmured, her gaze becoming unfocused.

Grand realized the hypnosis was working, and now he pressed on: "Stare at the ring. Now I'll count from 1 to 100. With each count, you'll feel the ring's value increases. When I reach 100, you'll understand that your ring is the most precious thing in the world. With it, you can do anything; without it, you absolutely cannot. You must have it at all costs. Understand? Now count with me."

Rachel mechanically followed her grandfather's count: 1…2…100. Rachel's dazed eyes immediately cleared. She had forgotten what she had just done, staring blankly at the ring: "You're right, Grandpa. To me, this is the most precious thing."

Grand chuckled inwardly; the hypnosis was successful. Now for the real show. He cleared his throat: "Rachel, how's your swimming?"

"Uh, so-so."

"Then you need to improve. I've seen you doing backstroke the whole time. Why don't you submerge your whole body and go all the way to the bottom? Holding your breath longer can improve your lung capacity and is also good for breast development."

Rachel was stunned. Her grandfather would actually say something so outrageous. What surprised her even more was what happened next. Grant's hand, which had been resting on Rachel's waist, moved up along her beautiful curves and finally landed on the woman's high breasts, gently caressing her erect nipples through her thin swimsuit.

"Ah, thank you for reminding me, Grandpa. I think I'll practice on my own." Rachel blushed. Aside from her fiancé, no man had ever touched her breasts so intimately. She would have slapped him long ago. But a voice inside told her it was her grandfather, and perhaps he didn't mean it.

Rachel struggled to remove the large hand from her chest, but Grant suddenly sank in and hugged her firm legs, saying, "Come on, let's practice diving now. Put your upper body underwater and try to swim towards the bottom. Don't worry, Grandpa's pulling you from behind, you won't sink."

"Is this also a training method?" Rachel was a little confused. She had never tried diving before, so she did as she was told. Her upper body was submerged, her cute bottom sticking out of the water, and her legs kicking.

Grant made a face at David on the shore, pointing at Rachel's buttocks and making a thrusting gesture. David, already dazed by his sister's buttocks, immediately felt an erection in his underwear at his grandfather's gesture. Grant chuckled, pulled his granddaughter up a bit, and placed his hands on Rachel's buttocks.

"Oh!" Rachel exclaimed in surprise, feeling her feet, which were kicking vigorously in the water, step on something hard and thick. The woman knew, of course, that it was a man's penis, and her grandfather's. She quickly surfaced and saw Grant's lewd grin. Rachel then realized that the penis she had just stepped on seemed to be naked; could it be that her grandfather wasn't wearing underwear and was pointing his erect penis at her?

Grant joined in, praising her enthusiastically, "Excellent, excellent, Rachel, you're very talented. We can move on to the next training session immediately." He took the engagement ring from Rachel's hand, and before she could react, he tossed it into the clear pool water. The ring sank to the deep end.

"Rachel, here's a test. Dive to the bottom and retrieve the ring."

Rachel gasped. She had never tried to dive that deep before, but losing the ring made her frantic. She tried several times without success. She could only look at her grandfather with a sorrowful expression: "The ring is gone, what should we do?"

Grant chuckled: "That's because you're not good enough. Grandpa can dive that deep with ease. But..." He hugged his granddaughter: "Grandpa needs a little motivation!"

Grant's hand roamed over Rachel's smooth back, quickly finding the zipper of her one-piece swimsuit. "Sizzle," the zipper was pulled all the way down to her buttocks, and his large hand reached to her chest, playing with her exposed breasts in the water.

"Oh, no, Grandpa, this won't do." Rachel bit her lip, trying to stop her grandfather's teasing, but her powerless struggle only aroused Grant's desire. One hand continued to grope her granddaughter's breasts, while the other slid down her flat stomach, reaching her delicate, tender vulva. The rough fingers rubbed against her smooth labia, making Rachel's body go weak.

"Did you shave all your pubic hair? What a slut!" Grant whispered in Rachel's ear. Rachel blushed deeply. She had indeed shaved all her pubic hair to please her fiancé, but she hadn't expected her grandfather to find out and accuse her of being lewd. She felt so wronged that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Grandpa, don't touch there," Rachel pleaded weakly, feeling his fingers lingering on her vulva.

"Don't want to touch it? Then you'll have to get the ring yourself." Grant threatened his granddaughter, knowing that Rachel was determined to get the ring back and would have to obey him.

Rachel bit her lip tightly; for some reason, only one thought occupied her mind: get the ring back immediately. She couldn't wait any longer. Looking at her grandfather's lewd smile, she made up her mind: "Okay, Grandpa, you can touch there, as long as you get the ring back for me."

"Touch where?" Grant asked knowingly.

"Oh, please, don't force me anymore."

Grant smiled without saying a word, his fingers still sliding between his granddaughter's legs. Even in the water, he could feel the liquid flowing onto his hands. He knew Rachel was aroused, but he was still waiting for her to say it herself.

"Touch my pussy!" Rachel finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Put your finger into my hot pussy!

Just get the ring back, please!"

Grant laughed and with a little force, his index finger entered his granddaughter's vagina. The hot, tight little hole gripped the old man's fingers like a suction cup. With each thrust of his fingers, warm, lustful fluid flowed out continuously. Grant then inserted his middle finger, which was now noticeably thicker. Rachel blushed, closed her eyes tightly, and let her grandfather finger her little hole, letting out unconscious moans: "Oh...oh...Grandpa, hurry, hurry..."

Grant moved closer to Rachel: "Hurry up, what are you doing? You little slut!"

Rachel shook her head, half pleading and half coquettishly saying, "Don't call me a little slut, hurry up and get the ring back, please."

Grant pulled out his fingers, smelled them under his nose, smiled slightly at his granddaughter, and then flipped over and submerged underwater. Ten seconds later, Grant surfaced with the ring. Rachel cheered and tried to take it, but Grant shook his head and hid his hands behind his back.

"Grandpa, give me the ring quickly," Rachel pleaded, clinging to her grandfather's neck. She didn't care that she could clearly feel a hard, cylindrical object pressing against her lower body.

"I'll give you the ring if you just say 'You little slut wants a ring,'" Grant chuckled.

"Please, have mercy, be a good person," Rachel repeated several times. Seeing Grant's lewd grin, she could only say helplessly in a low voice, "You little slut wants a ring."

Grant pointed to his ear: "I can't hear you, speak louder."

Rachel was eager to get the ring back and raised her voice: "You little slut wants a ring!" The loudness startled even herself, and David, standing by the pool, was also stunned.

Grant opened his palm, the precious ring gleaming in the sunlight. Rachel excitedly reached for it, but Grant suddenly closed his palm, reached down to Rachel's inner thigh, parted her labia, and gently inserted the ring into her vagina. Rachel quickly pulled her panties down to her knees and removed the ring, but Grant took the opportunity to pull his granddaughter's panties all the way to her ankles, and with a tug, the entire pair of panties was off. He waved his finger like a trophy, the pure white silk panties hanging on his finger, attracting David's gaze.

"Grandpa, give it back to me!" Rachel was mortified that her panties were being held by her grandfather, while her own brother was admiring them.

"Sure," Grant readily agreed, "but there's a condition."

David only saw his grandfather approach his sister again, his hand reaching into the water, doing something unknown. His sister's face grew increasingly red, her chest heaving violently, clearly indicating that a sensitive area was being touched.

"Hey, David, still sunbathing?"

His mother's words startled David. He quickly turned around and saw Daphne approaching. He stammered, "Um... the weather's so nice today, so... I wanted to go swimming!"

"Then why don't you go for a swim?" Daphne glanced at the pool, noticing her daughter and father standing so close together. She wasn't too happy. "Rachel, come up here. Don't just stay in the water."

Rachel blushed. "Mom, no."

Daphne clapped her hands. "Hurry up, don't waste time."

Rachel bit her lip, as if enduring something. Daphne sensed something was wrong: "Rachel, come up here right now, do you hear me, right now!"

"Mom, no," Rachel stammered, "Because...because...Grandpa took my underwear!"

"What?" Daphne was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

"Grandpa took my underwear. And..." Rachel continued, "And he's sticking his finger up my ass. I tried to stop him, but he's already reached the second knuckle..."

"Shut up!" Daphne shouted, she simply couldn't believe her ears.

She stared at her father in disbelief, but Grant laughed and said, "Don't be nervous, Daphne. Rachel is an adult now, so it's not strange for us to play some adult games. Come on, granddaughter, let's get ashore."

What happened next almost made Daphne faint and nearly gave Davie a nosebleed. Rachel emerged from the water completely naked, like Venus, her snow-white breasts glistening with water droplets, standing erect in the hot air. Grant followed behind, equally naked, his left arm around Rachel's slender waist, his right hand on her buttocks, two fingers digging into her cleft, slowly twitching.

"Mom, I'm sorry... I don't know what's wrong with me today?" Rachel tried to explain.

"Shut up!" Daphne yelled.

"Daphne, you're so grumpy. Forget it, Rachel, let's find somewhere else to play."

Grant flicked the finger still inserted in Rachel's anus to the right, and Rachel, like a puppet, turned to the right. The two of them, naked, left the pool and walked towards the garage, leaving Daphne and Davie dumbfounded.

Mother and daughter exchanged a glance, both thinking the same thing: "Are we dreaming?" "

Mom, don't worry!" Rachel smiled and took a sip of her drink. "I'm an adult. Grandpa took me out for a trip, it's nothing. The important thing is I had a great time!"

"Rachel!" Daphne was startled by her daughter's nonchalant attitude. "Do you know what you're saying?

Do you remember swimming in the pool during the day?" "How could you…

Of course I remember." But let me reiterate: I'm an adult, and I'm in charge of my own life.

Daphne almost didn't recognize her daughter anymore. She wanted to slap her a few times, but she held back her anger: What do you think Ted will think if he found out?

Rachel raised an eyebrow: Why should he know? He's not my husband yet! She moved closer and hugged her mother: Mom, we're family, we should love each other, why worry about outsiders?

Daphne's breathing became heavy. Not only was her daughter's inexplicable logic irritating her, but her daughter's tight embrace, with their breasts pressed against each other through the thin nightgown, made her even more uncomfortable, and a strange flutter rose in her heart.

Good Mom, don't think about it anymore. Rachel snuggled against her mother affectionately, the girl's firm breasts pressing against her mother's full, round breasts, until both nipples slowly hardened. "We're family, family..." Rachel whispered. Daphne's eyes closed slightly, her breathing growing heavier. She wanted to yell at her daughter, to get up and kick her shameless daughter out of the house, but a strange force deep within her seemed to be defending her daughter. "

Why did you do that?" Daphne managed to squeeze out.

Rachel looked at her mother, her loving eyes seemingly sparkling with starlight, making Daphne lose her composure: this was just a family game, a little game her grandfather and granddaughter played, a game Rachel liked to play. She kissed her mother's cheek: "Mom, will you play games with Rachel?"

The daughter's red lips pressed against her mother's, her tongue exploring her mouth. Daphne's last line of defense crumbled: "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Hearing her mother's weak moans, Rachel's lips curled into a faint smile. Her grandfather's task was accomplished!

When David arrived home, Daphne was weeding in the garden. She wore a sun hat, a white short-sleeved shirt, tight shorts, and fishnet stockings covering her bare legs. Large beads of sweat streamed down her forehead into her open shirt. "

Mom, I'm home."

"Oh, David, how did the exams go?"

"Hehe, all A's!" Dave proudly waved his report card, thinking, "This summer vacation is going to be a blast!"

Daphne took the report card; sure enough, it was all A's. She patted her son's head: "Great! Mommy is so proud of you, darling." She turned and called into the house: "Daddy, come look! Our Dave got all A's on the finals!"

"Oh, that's amazing! No wonder he's Brian's son!" Grant ran out of the house, not even glancing at the report card, and hugged Dave: "Good grandson, not bad at all! Come on, Grandpa wants to reward you. I'll show you around this summer." "

Oh, come on, Daddy, you're just being silly. Don't corrupt the child." "Daphne said worriedly, 'Besides drinking and womanizing, what kind of knowledge does this old geezer have?'"

"Ha, Daphne, you underestimate your father. I'll show you what I'm capable of," Grant said, releasing his grandson. "But, Daphne, seriously, I saw you weeding in the garden just now, didn't I?" After receiving confirmation, he continued, "You know, I found some red ants in your garden a few days ago. They're huge and they bite. The wounds are small but easily get infected. I reckon you've got some on you. Come on, take off your clothes so we can check you out. Getting bitten isn't a joke."

Daphne laughed: "Daddy, stop fooling around! There are no red ants. Besides, getting bitten isn't a big deal."

"Hmm, Daphne, you don't know how dangerous those ants are. A bite will first cause redness and swelling, then inflammation, and can even lead to infection. It would be very troublesome if they bit your nipple. Come on, take off your shirt!"

Daphne's smile froze: "Daddy, there's a limit to jokes! I don't need to take my clothes off at all!" Grant shook his head: "No, no, I'm not joking. You have to take them off, listen to Daddy, baby Daphne."

Daphne took a deep breath. The term "baby" made her feel amused, yet it seemed to contain some special force compelling her: "Daddy, I'm Davy's mother. I can't take my clothes off in front of my son."

"Ah, then I'll go inside." David got up but was stopped by Brian.

"No, my dear grandson, you stay here. I need someone to help me examine your mother's body." He hardened his tone towards Daphne: "Take it off!"

For some reason, Daphne's hands involuntarily reached for her chest, unbuttoning her shirt to reveal a pink bra that covered her large, round breasts. She took off her shirt, half-naked, facing her father and son.

Dave stared in disbelief at his mother, her face flushed, clearly feeling immense shame; even the large expanse of white skin from her neck to above her bra was red. His conservative mother was actually doing this, shamefully undressing herself! "

Hmm, Dave, come and see, does Mom have ants on her body?"

"Ah, no, nothing," Grant asked, staring at his daughter's heaving chest and flat, smooth belly. "

Really? I think so too." "But red ants are cunning," Grant chuckled. "They might have crawled under your bra, Daphne. Unhook your bra so we can check your breasts."

"Daddy! Daphne's here. There's a limit to your antics." Daphne glared, wanting to turn and leave, even rush up and slap the old man, but strangely, her body wouldn't obey. "

Daphne, everything Daddy does is for your own good, just like everything you do is for Daphne's good.

" Grant retorted, "Would you do anything to hurt your son? And would I, as a father, do anything to hurt my daughter?"

"That's not necessarily true, because you're a beast." Daphne thought angrily, but the words seemed to be stuck in her throat. She sighed: "Davi, go back to your room." "

No, no, I told you, Daphne has to stay here and help me." "Daphne, hurry up, it'll be too late if you get bitten."

Daphne pulled the thin straps of her bra down to her chest, reached behind her back to unhook them, and her bra slipped down naturally. She crossed her arms over her chest. "

Daphne, put your hands down, otherwise we won't be able to see your breasts, and it won't be easy to examine them."

As Daphne lowered her arms, Daphne's eyes lit up. He stood frozen, staring at his mother's chest as if under a spell. The mature woman's large, firm breasts stood erect in the hot summer air. Although she was over forty, Davie's breasts still maintained a good shape, their slightly sagging shape making them hang like two papayas on her chest. The nipples were still a tender red, and the light-colored areolas around them made them particularly alluring. Thinking of this, David felt a sense of guilt. This was his own mother! But the sensation in his lower body told him he was already hard. Seeing his mother's breasts had made his penis erect. This was so unfair to his mother!

David wanted to suppress the excitement in his lower body, but that was clearly impossible, just as he couldn't take his eyes off his mother's breasts. Grant smiled slightly and decided to give his grandson a nudge: "Davi, come here."

"You and I will each take one side and check if there are any ants on your mother's breasts. Remember, look carefully!" David leaned closer, examining one side of her breast. The faint scent of milk made his heart flutter. Daphne kept her eyes tightly closed; she was too ashamed. Her breasts were completely exposed to her son, and she could even feel his warm breath. But David still carefully avoided touching his mother. He simply scanned her breasts with his eyes: "No ants, Grandpa!

You're not being fair to your grandson. Watch how Grandpa checks." Grant grabbed his daughter's breast, squeezing it hard despite her gasp, and lifted it upwards. "Ants like to hide in dark places, so you have to look under the breasts." "No, you have to use your hands!" he yelled at

his grandson, who was squatting on the ground gazing up at Daphne's breasts. Daphne was startled and quickly reached out to grasp her mother's breast. Soft, full, smooth, delicate, hot—a series of words flooded her mind, culminating in the sentence that escaped her lips: "It feels so good, so sexy."

"Hehe, Daphne, did you hear that? Your son is praising your sexiness, congratulations!" Daphne's face flushed crimson; the touch of her son on her breasts made her feel hot all over. "Hey, grandson, don't just keep touching me. Check if there are any ants." Grant's words startled Dave, who was staring blankly at his breasts: "Oh, no, no." He quickly let go, took a step back, and looked down, but the beautiful sight and the hot touch still lingered in his mind. "

Hmm, it seems there really aren't any ants." Hearing her father's words, Daphne quickly turned around to get her clothes. "

Wait, Daphne." Brian clearly had no intention of letting his daughter off the hook. "No ants on your upper body, but maybe some ants got into your pants. You should take off your shorts and check thoroughly."

"Daddy, don't go too far!" Daphne turned around and shouted angrily. "Oh, my dear daughter, you don't know, red ants biting your cunt is worse than biting your breasts! Come on, listen to me, Daddy won't hurt you!" Grant persisted.

Daphne bit her lip, looking at her father with pleading eyes, but he remained unmoved. She turned her gaze to her son, whose mouth was agape. Dave came to his senses: "I'm going inside." "Stay here, Dave! I told you I needed your help." Grant stopped his grandson again, then ordered Daphne, "Hurry up, don't waste time, everyone's uncomfortable standing in the sun."

It seemed this humiliation was unavoidable, Daphne thought sadly, "Then let it end quickly." She reached for her hat, but her father spoke again: "No, no, Daphne." "Keep the hat, the stockings, and the high heels on. You look even sexier naked in these!"

Daphne unbuckled her belt and buttons, her shorts slipping down to her ankles. She took a step forward, revealing herself to be wearing only a narrow, semi-transparent pair of panties, her back to her father and son, except for the hat, shoes, and stockings. Grant turned to face his daughter, scrutinizing Daphne's genitals: "Daphne, you've sweated a lot, haven't you? Even your underwear is wet?"

Daphne nearly fainted. She didn't know why, under such humiliation, her lower body was still leaking so much fluid—and her son was watching!

Dave stood behind his mother, looking at Daphne's smooth back. Her small panties couldn't contain her round, pink buttocks, and most of her bare bottom attracted his gaze. Through the thin silk, he could see a thin slit between her buttocks. Although he had no sexual experience, he had read many pornographic books and watched many adult films. He also knew that women only became wet when they were sexually aroused. Was his mother also excited? "

Daphne, take off your panties." At this point, Grant's command became direct.

Dave watched with conflicted emotions as his mother's body trembled slightly, clearly taking a few deep breaths. Then, she pinched the edge of her panties, pulled them down, bent over, lifted her leg, and stood up. The movements were quick, but in that instant, Dave clearly saw his mother's vulva and anus. Especially the pink anus, which flashed before his eyes as his mother bent over, almost made Dave's already climaxing penis ejaculate. Fortunately, Daphne straightened up, and her beautiful anus quickly hid behind her two plump buttocks.

Grant looked at his daughter's naked body with satisfaction: "Hmm, not bad. Daphne, turn around and let your son see." Although she knew it was useless, Daphne still wanted to maintain a little dignity in front of her son. She pleaded: "Daddy, no." "Davi is my son, I can't face him naked..."

Before she could finish speaking, Grant grabbed her shoulders and pulled her naked body completely to Dave's face: "Ha, can't your own son see his mother's naked body? Daphne, were you dressed from birth?

Were you dressed when Dave was born?" Dave stared blankly at his mother's beautiful face, her full breasts, and her most mysterious triangle. Daphne had always been very conservative; even at home, she never wore anything revealing in front of Dave. But now, his mother was standing before him completely naked except for her shoes and hat. The sight before him made him lose his ability to think.

"Davi, come closer and check your mother's genitals." Hearing his grandfather's call, David went over, bending down to examine Daphne's inner thighs. Her full vulva, glistening with vaginal fluid in the summer sun, shone with a seductive glow. To David's surprise, there was a small tuft of sparse hair above her vulva, the surrounding area smooth as if shaved. Did his mother like shaving like the actresses in porn movies? Her thick, bright red labia were tightly closed, seemingly protecting her most precious treasure. Thinking it was his mother, David struggled to suppress the urge to part her labia and examine her vulva, swallowing hard. "Um, Grandpa, no ants." "

Are you sure? Do you want to see inside?" Grant's gaze was cunning. Dave couldn't help but glance at his mother's beautiful vulva again, but restrained himself: "No need, there really aren't any."

"Oh, I see." Grant nodded. "Daphne, congratulations, there are no ants on you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Daphne hurriedly picked up her clothes and put them on. "Wait!" Grant's command made her freeze. "Daphne, why are you in such a hurry? Does being naked in front of your father and son cause you so much pain?"

Daphne murmured: "Because Dave is my son, and you are my father. You shouldn't see my naked body." "

Why not? Daphne, from birth until you were six, I bathed you. Weren't you naked then?" "That's different. I was still little then." "Ha, now that you're grown up, your body isn't the same as Daphne's anymore? Can't your father see you anymore? Daddy, please don't say these things in front of Dave." "

Fine, then I'll talk about Dave. He's your son. You brought him into this world. Weren't you naked then? Wasn't he naked too? In that sacred moment when you guided him into the human world, weren't you both naked, facing each other with your purest, most innocent selves?" Grant said, like a pastor walking a path. "Yes, we were... but..." Daphne said, bowing her head. Her father's unreasonable logic left her speechless, but deep down she felt things weren't as her father described.

Grant picked up the conversation: "But then a rift developed between you two. A wall appeared between you, mother and son. You began to suspect and distrust each other, not letting your closest person see your true selves. It's so tragic! Daphne, tell me, when was this hateful wall that hinders family ties built?"

Listening to her father's brainwashing, Daphne was a little confused: "Probably when Dave grew up." "Oh, listen to that, listen to that! What a terrible misunderstanding!" Grant cried out as if witnessing the greatest sin in the world, "Does he not become your son when he grows up? Are you not his mother anymore? Are you not my daughter anymore? Am I not your father anymore?" No, family will always be family. There should never be any barriers. Remember, we will always be family.

Always family, yes, David, you will always be Mom's good son. Daphne smiled at the stunned David as she murmured, "My dear David, Mom will always love you!" "I love you too, Mom," David replied, feeling bewildered. What was wrong with Mom? Had she been persuaded? Would she live with us naked from now on? He looked at his grandfather, his heart filled with conflict. He wanted to admire his mother's beautiful body, but he also felt it was immoral. Grand sensed his thoughts, made a reassuring gesture, and said to Daphne, "Alright, Daphne, do you still feel embarrassed to be naked in front of your father and son?" "A little bit uncomfortable," Daphne replied, head bowed.

Grand sighed, seemingly disappointed, "Daphne, you've made great progress, but you're not quite there yet. Okay, we'll take it slow. Dave did very well on his test this time; as his mother, you should go pour him a few beers to celebrate." These words struck a chord with Daphne. She smiled at her son, "Grandpa's right, Mom will go prepare a party now." She turned to go naked to the kitchen, but Grand spoke again, "Daphne, today is a very important day." "Davie has achieved remarkable academic results. I've helped you break down that wall in your hearts, so you should wear your most sacred attire to celebrate."

Daphne was a little confused. What most sacred attire? Grant reminded her: "Do you remember your wedding dress?" "That's it. Go put it on. Remember, don't wear the outer shawl, just the undergarment." Grant thought to herself, "When my daughter got married, I suggested renting one, but Daphne insisted on buying it, spending a whopping $500, which broke my heart." But her daughter did look radiant in it. Today, she truly deserved to be a bride again, and wearing a wedding dress was most fitting. "

Grandpa, what's wrong with Mom?" Daavie asked, looking at his mother's bare back.

"It's nothing, Mom's making you dinner." Grant picked up the bottle and took a swig. "

I mean, she...you told her to take off her clothes...and she actually did...that's strange!"

Grant grinned: "My good grandson, because she's my daughter and your mother, she listens to us." Seeing Dave's puzzled look, the old man perked up: "Remember what I told you?

Women are creatures who always need a strong guide to tell them what to do and what not to do. We're closest to her, so I'm her father!" The old man pointed to himself, "You, her son!" He pointed to Dave, "For her, we're natural leaders."

Dave still seemed confused and wanted to ask more. Daphne had returned, carrying a large tray with three glasses of golden beer. But Dave's attention was completely focused on his mother. Her golden hair cascaded down to her chest, and her hourglass-shaped white bodysuit clung to her graceful figure. Her exposed, snow-white shoulders and shapely thighs were even more alluring, and the intoxicating scent of perfume made Dave's heart flutter. "Does it smell good?" Daphne's gentle voice carried a hint of seduction. "It's the perfume Mom wore on her wedding night."

"Daphne, you've maintained your figure so well," Grant sincerely complimented his daughter's youthful appearance. Daphne smiled, and the three of them sat around the table drinking beer, seemingly returning to normal. But David couldn't help glancing at his mother's snow-white skin and deep cleavage, desperately trying to recall her naked breasts and bright red nipples.

"David, stop staring at my chest." Daphne's voice turned cold again. "I don't know why I did some strange things today. I was just feeling a little better, and your gaze is making me uncomfortable again."

David lowered his head awkwardly. Staring at a woman's chest was indeed very impolite, especially at his own mother's. But just now, she had taken off her clothes herself, revealing those full, large breasts. Why was she acting so proper now?

Grant snapped his fingers: "Daphne, you think you're a lady just because you're dressed? Is that what you mean?" "I don't know, no, I've always been a lady." Daphne's tone hardened, as if she had regained her composure. "So, you feel like a slut when you take off your clothes?" Grant ignored his daughter's loud protests and turned to Davy, saying, "You see, a woman's chastity is just like a piece of clothing; you put it on, you have it; you take it off, you don't."

"Daddy! Grandpa, this is unbelievable! I can't understand!" Davy was bewildered. "

Alright, let's go to the living room, and I'll tell you the truth about women." Grant led Daphne and Davy back into the house. "Davie, you and Mommy sit on the sofa; I have a fascinating video to open your eyes."

Grant inserted a videotape into the VCR, pressed the play button, the screen flickered a few times, then stabilized. It was a bedroom; two women were sitting on the edge of the bed talking. "

This is…" Daphne and Davie exclaimed simultaneously. Davie turned to look at her mother, whose face was pale: "Mom, this is your bedroom!"

The two women in the video were only wearing underwear, talking intimately. Davie recognized the red-haired girl as her sister Rachel, and the other blonde woman as her mother sitting beside her—Daphne.

"You bastard, when did you film this?" Daphne gritted her teeth and jumped up, trying to turn off the video. "

Don't move!" "Grant said casually," Daphne said, "and she stopped in her tracks as if by magic, sat down, and said, "It's normal for a mother and daughter to chat. There's no need to get excited. Let's continue; the exciting part is yet to come."

Daphne clenched her fists tightly, but still slumped down. In the scene, the red-haired Rachel began to kiss her mother. Daphne seemed surprised, but still accepted her daughter's passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined skillfully, and Rachel's hands caressed her mother's body, deftly unhooking Daphne's bra.

In the scene, Daphne shyly tries to cover her chest, while Rachel is also shirtless. The two embrace tightly, one pair of breasts delicate and erect, the other mature and full, pressed together and rubbing against each other. Both are clearly aroused. Daphne takes the initiative to lower her head and kiss her daughter's small breasts, while Rachel puts her hand inside her mother's panties and rubs them...

Look, look, you two bastards, go ahead and look! Daphne's pale face now turns bright red. She angrily turns to leave this place that makes her feel ashamed, but her father speaks again: Daphne, sit down! Sit next to your son. You have to explain to him.

On the television, Rachel was pulling down Daphne's panties. Daphne giggled and spread her legs, her vulva facing the camera. Rachel pressed two fingers against her mother's labia, gently parting them to expose her pink vaginal opening. "

Mom, you're wet down there!" Davy cried out, captivated. Indeed, on the screen, Rachel's fingers were probing Daphne's vulva. With her daughter's thrusts, Daphne's lower body was overflowing with lustful fluids. Although there was no sound, Daphne tilted her head back and opened her mouth, clearly emitting a seductive moan. "

No, don't watch!" Daphne, sitting beside her son, covered her face and moaned softly, as if pleading. But the son was completely captivated by the alluring scenery on the screen. Daphne was now on all fours, her plump vulva and small anus dominating the center of the frame, even the folds of her anus were clearly visible. Rachel was also completely naked. She smiled at the camera and magically produced a carrot, slowly inserting the pointed end into her mother's anus.

Oh, oh, oh… Daphne's mouth dropped open in the camera, but the gasp came from David on the sofa. He had seen some lesbian videos, but he never imagined he would see his mother and sister starring in such a steamy scene.

Rachel inserted the carrot halfway into her mouth, pulled it out, and brought it to Daphne's lips. The usually meticulous mother, without hesitation, took the carrot, which she had just pulled from her anus, into her mouth and sucked on it vigorously. While sucking, she reached between her daughter's legs, her fingers probing into Rachel's tender vulva and anus… "

Enough, enough!" Daphne cried out in despair. "How did you film this, Grant, you old bastard!" "

Have some manners, my precious daughter," Grant said smugly. "Incest between daughter and granddaughter, such a wonderful video is endlessly entertaining. You should be mindful of your image in front of your son."

"Image? You've completely ruined my image, you bastard!" Daphne shouted.

"Calm down, Daphne! This is something you and Rachel did yourselves! How can you blame me?

This is our privacy. You have no right to film it, much less to show it. Turn it off now!" Daphne roared. "

Sorry, I didn't film it. Can't you tell, darling?"

Daphne thought, as if struck by lightning. She had vaguely suspected this when she saw the video, but she couldn't believe her lively and lovely daughter had really fallen to such a low level, actually framing her own mother. But Grant's words left her speechless. She could only plead in a low voice, "Davie, my good son, turn off the video. Please, Mommy begs you."

Her son didn't react. She looked up, her gaze filled with contempt and lewdness: "You always pretended to be so ladylike, but it turns out you and your sister are both lesbians, and exhibitionists at that. No wonder you divorced Dad.

" David!

David's hand rested on his mother's thigh, the smooth skin giving him a wonderful sensation: "Tell me, Mom, don't you like men?"

David, take your hand off me! Are you out of your mind? I'm your mother!

Come on, don't ask me to do this or that anymore, you lesbian. Thinking of his mother's naked body in the garden, David felt a surge of heat rush to his lower body. He had just seen his mother's vagina and anus on the video, and now he really wanted to see it in person.

David! Daphne raised her hand and slapped David hard, but David nimbly dodged.

"Stop!" Grant intervened, trying to smooth things over. "Davi, go turn off the video recorder." David turned off the recorder, looked at his grandfather, and waited for his next move.

"Daphne, are you feeling better now?"

Daphne bit her lip and turned to look out the window. "

I asked you how you were feeling. Do you want to replay this video?"

Daphne finally spoke: "I feel great. I don't need to watch this dirty videotape anymore."

Grant nodded: "Well, in that case, David and I did you a favor. Now it's time for you to do something for us. Take off your clothes!"

Daphne looked up at her father: "Daddy!

I said, take them off!" "Come on, Mom, we've already seen it anyway, hurry up."

Daphne lowered her head and slowly unbuttoned her tight bra, soon standing naked before her father and son once again. "

Sit on the sofa, okay, spread your legs!"

Daphne hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly parted her legs. "

Wider, wider, make a straight line!" Grant yelled, urging his daughter to assume the most humiliating pose.

Daphne fought back tears, spreading her legs as wide as possible, her most intimate parts completely exposed to her family. "What a nice slut," Grant thought to himself. Unlike the other mature women he'd been with, whose vaginas were already loose and saggy, his daughter's legs were spread wide, but her full labia were only slightly parted, revealing glimpses of pink flesh inside, which only fueled a man's desire to explore further. He was certain his daughter was usually very chaste; otherwise, her vagina wouldn't be in such good condition.

"Alright, touch it!"

"What?" Daphne thought she'd misheard.

"Masturbate!" "

Right here?" Daphne gasped.

"Yes, right here in front of your father and son!"

Daphne glanced at her father, then at her son, both waiting expectantly. She slowly inserted her fingers into her genitals, parting her tightly closed labia and exposing her pink garden to the cool air. Grant and David stared in astonishment: long, slender fingers, shimmering pink lily-shaped nails, a writhing vulva that seemed to breathe, a cute clitoris trembling above the vagina, and a small urethral opening surrounded by tender pink flesh. The grandfather and grandson were practically drooling. "

What a beautiful cunt!" David blurted out.

"Bastard!" Daphne thought, slowly inserting a finger deeper into her vagina. "

Just looking at it makes me want to fuck!" Grant said. "

They're all bastards!" Daphne inserted a second finger, and the two fingers slowly moved in and out of her vagina.

She closed her eyes, refusing to look at the lewd and repulsive sight of the grandfather and grandson before her. Gradually, she seemed to return to those countless lonely nights, lying alone in her bedroom, feeling the pleasurable waves emanating from her vagina. The speed of her fingers gradually increased, and waves of pleasure washed over her.

She felt so good fucking herself! A single sentence reminded Daphne that her father and son were watching her masturbate, but her already rising desire was uncontrollable. On the contrary, the thought of masturbating in public only increased Daphne's pleasure. Perhaps all women have a bit of an exhibitionist tendency. The speed of her fingers thrusting in and out increased, and she couldn't help but moan. Her vagina was gushing with lustful fluid. Just as Daphne was about to reach orgasm on her own, her lips touched something warm.

She opened her eyes. David stood naked before her, his penis, though young, already thick and long, now erect against her cheek. Daphne was startled and instinctively screamed. David pounced on the back of the sofa, his large penis shoving into her wet mouth. Daphne felt the foreign object invading her mouth and quickly closed it, tightly holding her son's penis inside. By the time she realized what was happening and tried to spit it out, it was too late. David thrust his hips forward, his entire penis fully inserted. The boy's pubic hair touched Daphne's nostrils, the glans almost touching her throat, making her choke and her eyes roll back. Just when she thought she was about to suffocate, Davis began to thrust his penis back and forth in her mother's mouth, like penetrating a vagina, which helped Daphne catch her breath.

While forcing his mother to perform oral sex on him, Davis said, "It feels so good! Grandpa was right, Mom, you're so skilled!" Each time Davis thrust deeply into her throat, Daphne instinctively tried to stop him with her tongue, but her nimble tongue perfectly enveloped his penis, sometimes even touching the urethral opening, sending a tingling sensation almost to Daphne's wits about. Finally, the young man reached his limit, thrusting forcefully, his penis reaching deep into her throat, ejaculating hot semen, spurting wave after wave into Daphne's deep throat.

Daphne coughed repeatedly after being choked by her son's semen. Only after she finally stopped coughing did she realize a fact: she had performed oral sex on her son! This incestuous act should have disgusted her, but she didn't feel much guilt. Why? Perhaps it was because of her previous striptease in the garden and then public masturbation on the sofa, so she was mentally prepared for this, especially since she was forced! She didn't know what strange method her father had used to render her unable to resist, causing this to happen. If there were to be a final judgment before the Almighty Lord, she would only be the victim; Grant should be the one going to hell!

Thinking of this, Daphne's shame and remorse lessened considerably. Looking up, she saw David rubbing his penis with obvious satisfaction: "Mommy, it feels so good to ejaculate in your mouth!" "Haha, silly boy, there are other places in a woman that will make you feel even better," Grant encouraged from the side. "

Oh, no," Daphne groaned weakly. She knew what her father wanted to do, but she was powerless to stop him. David reached for his mother's snow-white, full breasts, kneading them desperately as if he wanted to possess them completely. Unfortunately, few could grasp Daphne's large, papaya-like breasts in one hand, let alone a young boy.

Unable to do it with his hands, David involuntarily used his mouth, playing with her breasts with his hands while biting her nipples with his teeth. Daphne was both in pain and itchy from her son's frenzied behavior. Even with her legs tightly pressed together, her juices still flowed uncontrollably down her thighs.

"Davi, please, don't do this!" Daphne gasped, "Mom can't take it anymore." "Mom, you're begging for mercy! Haha, Mom's actually begging me!" Daphne was smug. His usually strict mother was actually yielding to him. He turned to his grandfather, who was laughing and drinking beer: "Good lad, strike while the iron is hot!" he said, winking. "

Daddy, please don't teach Daphne bad things anymore!" Daphne's plea was weak and feeble, and her flushed face only made her more alluring.

"Haha, good daughter, how can this be called going astray? David loves you, and you love David. Our family loves each other, that's what a loving family is. Daphne, don't you agree?"

Before Daphne could answer, David had already grabbed her legs: "Spread your legs, Mom. My sister used a carrot to put it in your ass, now let me use my carrot to put it in your pussy."

"Oh, please, don't mention that!" Daphne covered her face shyly, but her tightly closed legs relaxed slightly, and David immediately pulled them into a V-shape, exposing her vulva, soaked with vaginal fluid, to her son's view: "Mom, you're soaking wet down there."

Daphne futilely reached out to cover her lower body, but the young man easily pried her slender hands aside, his erect penis pressing against her thick labia.

Oh, David, no. A fire seemed to burn in Daphne's eyes, it was hard to tell if it was anger or desire. David didn't care; with a forceful thrust, his thick penis invaded his mother's burning vagina, parting the pink walls and penetrating to its deepest point.

Ah, ah, ah, the last line of defense of her body had finally been breached by her son, and Daphne's psychological defenses completely collapsed as well. Shame, anger, and grief all vanished with David's vigorous rape. Daphne closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and felt the pleasure of her son's thick penis rubbing against her vagina. David's penis was so long! Her ex-husband had never penetrated so deeply before. Daphne even actively arched her back to meet her son's thrusts, her juices splattering onto the floor with each stroke.

David watched as his usually dignified and beautiful mother moaned beneath him, her beautiful blonde hair hanging down her back, her cherry-like lips still smeared with milky semen, her slender neck bulging with excitement, and her large, white breasts swaying with his movements. He grabbed one in each hand, kneading and pinching, the bright red nipples quickly hardening and standing erect. He lowered his head and took his mother's breasts into his mouth, gently biting the nipples with his teeth.

Under the double assault, Daphne screamed loudly; she had reached orgasm, hot vaginal fluid gushing from her hidden core, splashing onto David's penis. David was also almost at his limit; he quickened his thrusts, took a deep breath, and prepared to complete that most beautiful step with his mother.

At this moment, Grant suddenly spoke: "Daphne, hold your son's balls, don't let him ejaculate yet."

Daphne obediently squeezed David's testicles, her mind filled with doubt. David almost cried; his penis felt like it was about to explode, but it was held back. He turned his head to ask why, but found that his grandfather was also naked: "I think such a sacred thing as the union of mother and son should be done in the bedroom."

Although he was feeling uncomfortable, Dave still obeyed his grandfather's orders. However, he was reluctant to pull his penis out of her hot vagina, so Grant had Dave carry Daphne to the bedroom. Daphne's legs were tightly wrapped around Dave's waist, her vagina tightly gripping her son's penis. Grant followed behind, and the three of them entered the bedroom.

When they reached the bed, Grant had Dave lie on his back, so that Daphne was riding on top of her son. Daphne initially didn't think much of it, and riding on top actually gave her more control, but her father had other ideas.

Grant parted his daughter's plump buttocks, revealing a pinkish hue around her tight anus, clearly untouched. He licked his index finger wet and slowly inserted it into her anus.

Feeling the intrusion, Daphne's sphincter instinctively contracted, clamping tightly around Grant's finger, preventing his entry. "So, this is still virgin territory for my daughter," Grant thought with delight. He slowly increased his pressure, gradually breaching her rear entrance, first a knuckle, then the entire finger probing into her rectum. Daphne had also adapted to the strange sensation from the nerve endings in her anus, and her contracted sphincter muscles relaxed. Grant took the opportunity to slowly insert his middle finger as well, the two fingers moving slowly in and out of his daughter's intestines.

Daphne kept her eyes tightly closed. The vigorous thrusting of her son's penis into her vagina gave her a sense of decadent excitement, while the playing with her anus by her father's fingers gave her a feeling that was both disgusting and novel, especially the fullness she felt during the thrusting, which she had never experienced before. Suddenly, Grant pulled his fingers out, and Daphne immediately felt a void in her rear. She let out a soft "huh," and her buttocks involuntarily swayed towards her father, as if in protest.

Grant knew his moment had come. He climbed onto the bed, embraced Daphne's slender waist, and pressed his seasoned penis against his daughter's unexplored anus. Daphne sensed the size was off and understood her father's intentions. She wanted to stop him, but the words she was about to say changed as his hard penis pressed against her empty rear. "Daddy, be gentle." "

What do you want Daddy to be gentle about?" Grant asked knowingly. Daphne's voice was barely audible: "Be gentle when you go in." "Where?" As she spoke, his penis slowly parted her sphincter, touching the narrow walls of her intestines.

"Ah, right there, be gentle." Daphne understood hygiene; sudden anal sex could easily lead to injury. "Daddy, don't hurt Daphne." Although Grant slowed down, his penis was still much thicker than a finger, and Daphne had to grit her teeth and endure the pain in her anus until she was panting and drenched in sweat. Grant, however, felt incredibly good; the heat and tightness of his daughter's rectum gave him immense pleasure. With a forceful thrust, he shoved his entire penis into Daphne's anus. "Grandpa, you really did it! You really put your penis in Mommy's anus?" Dave lay beneath his mother, fucking her vagina. He couldn't see Grant's movements, but his penis could feel the same hardness on the other side through the thin walls of flesh; he could even feel its shape. "

Yes, my good grandson. Grandpa did it. You're fucking Mom's vagina, and Grandpa's fucking Mom's asshole."

Oh, God. Both holes were filled tightly, and with his father's lewd words in her ears, Daphne could hardly control herself. The grandfather and grandson seemed to be in sync, simultaneously beginning their vigorous assault from both ends. Daphne was sandwiched between her father and son like a delicious sandwich, and the surging pleasure made her lose all restraint. She moaned loudly and twisted her hips to meet the lewdness of her father and son. Finally, Grant and Davis reached their climax simultaneously, their hot semen gushing into her vagina and rectum...

Several hours later, Davis woke up from his sleep; last night had been like a beautiful dream. He turned his head and saw his beautiful mother sleeping between him and his grandfather, the sheets covered in milky white fluid. It was all real; he had really slept with his beautiful mother!

Grant also woke up, and seeing his excited grandson, he greeted him with a smile: "Hey, grandson, did you enjoy it last night?" "

Very enjoyable, but Grandpa," Davis nodded, "I still don't quite understand." "

There's nothing you don't understand. Grandpa controlled your mother."

Controlled?

Yes, controlled, or you could call it brainwashing, hypnosis, whatever you want to call it. Everyone has hidden desires, and everyone has something they cherish most. For what they value most, people will do many incredible things.

Like heroes and lovers in movies? David understood a little. "

So clever! Your grandfather's research used hypnosis to forcibly combine people's hidden desires with what they cherish." Grant explained that history is full of such examples. For instance, soldiers need to fight under the banner of justice—that's people's ideal. And bullying the weak is human nature—that's a hidden desire. The result of combining the two is that soldiers can slaughter civilians under the banner of justice without any guilt. "

I understand a little," David thought. "So what are Mom's hidden desires?"

"Damn it!" Grand patted his grandson, "Everyone wants to have sex! Everyone has that desire, but Grandpa uses what she cherishes most to arouse that desire, and she becomes a slave to it.

Ah, that's not bad either. What does Mom really cherish most?" Davy asked, puzzled. Recalling how Grandpa had made Mom obey without using any tools, from the garden to the bedroom.

"Silly child!" Daphne woke up too, looking at her son gently. "Mom cherishes you most!"

Grand clapped his hands and laughed: "Do you understand now? You and your sister are Mom's most precious treasures, that's why I can control your mother."

Daphne turned her head: "Daddy, I'm... controlled by you?"

"Yes, Daphne, your ass is so tempting, I can't resist trying to put it in your asshole."

Oh, I see. No wonder I did something so absurd. But it doesn't matter, as long as Davy accepts, Daphne thought.

Meanwhile, the grandfather and grandson were talking more and more excitedly. "Grandpa, does that mean I can control any girl around me if I want to?" "Yes, as long as you can master Grandpa's hypnosis."

Davy sat up excitedly. So many beautiful girls at school would become his slaves. The prospect was too tempting. He looked at his mother's naked body, and his lust rose again: "Mom, come and suck Grandpa's cock. Let me try your asshole." "

Okay, good son." Daphne wiggled her hips and answered gently.

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