The love that Mom didn't accept was transferred to my older sister.

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My name is Du Jiajun, and I was born into a wealthy family.

Ten years ago, my father, after a banquet, drove drunk and died on his way home.

Since my uncle also passed away early, I became the only male heir in the Du family.

Because I was a minor, my aunt temporarily took over the family business.

My mother stayed home as a loving mother, raising my sister and me; my widowed aunt also lived with us.

In junior high school, I accidentally saw my mother taking a bath and began to fantasize about her.

There was a hidden closet in my room. After I started reading pornographic books, I locked it.

Since becoming obsessed with my mother's body, I collected a lot of incest novels, videotapes, DVDs, and even my mother's panties, and wrote about them in my diary.

I had my first sexual experience in high school. In college, I dated several female classmates at the same time.

Despite this, my desire for my mother never disappeared; on the contrary, it grew stronger and stronger...

The story takes place when I was twenty-two years old, a junior in college.

Saturday, March 12th, in early spring.

I and several girls stayed out late in my rented apartment.

Everyone in the family was probably asleep, right? I tiptoed towards the bathroom.

Just as I pushed open the door, a scream startled me.

In the dim light, the bathroom was filled with steam, like wisps of gauze floating in the air. Within this gauze, a snow-white body was turning around abruptly, clutching its chest.

It scared me to death! It was you! It was my mother taking a shower.

My mother, Zhang Ailan, was forty-three years old. She was 175 cm tall and weighed 58 kg.

My mother let out a long sigh: "Why did you come in without a sound?" She lowered her arm from her chest, casually covering her lower body with a towel.

My heart pounded wildly…

Women from Jiangnan, especially those from wealthy families, are known for their beauty and health.

This is what Mom looked like: rounded, sloping shoulders, arms like tender lotus roots, a pair of large, firm breasts, trembling like freshly peeled chicken heads, two bright red nipples like grapes waiting to be picked; a slender waist, as if the wind could break it, wide hips connecting to slender yet full legs…

My lower body also reacted strangely, but I kept apologizing: I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't hear anything just now, so I came in. I'll go out now, you can take your time washing. Never mind

, I was going to soak for a while, that's why I didn't make a sound. Mom stared at me carefully for a few moments, then turned and sat back in the bathtub to help me wash my back. Mom is getting old, her hands and feet aren't as nimble as they used to be.

This… isn't very convenient? Although I really wanted to admire Mom's naked body, this request still made me stammer.

What are you afraid of? Are you afraid Mom will eat you?

I composed myself, pulled up a small stool, and sat down behind Mom. My mother handed me a towel, and I caught a glimpse of her rounded breasts from under her armpits.

I placed one hand on her smooth, soft shoulder and the other, holding the towel, and rubbed her white, smooth, jade-like back along her spine, inwardly praising her: "Mom, your skin is so good, even smoother than a young girl's skin. And you just said you were old."

My mother seemed to enjoy the rubbing, her eyes closed, and she couldn't help but make soft moans as I rubbed her back and forth: "Hmm… a little to the side… yes, yes… how many women's skin have you seen? Saying that, humph! That's outrageous." She pouted.

My mother's coquettish tone made me feel like she was my lover. My heart fluttered, and my hand, which was on her waist, swept over her, pulling her naked body into my arms: "Mom, they are my girlfriends. But no matter what, none of them can compare to you."

My mother's muscles seemed to tense, and her eyes became slightly glazed. She struggled a few times, then obediently leaned her wet back against my chest. "

How many...girlfriends do you have?" Mom rested her head on my shoulder, slightly breathless.

I couldn't help but caress Mom's flat, soft belly: "Many. But none of them are as beautiful as you, Mom, with such a slender waist, such fair skin, such big, round...breasts...

Oh no, let go, where are you touching?" Mom then noticed my hand rubbing her breast and tried to push it away.

"Mom, I'm your son." I pushed Mom's hand away: "Haven't I touched this place often since I was little?"

Mom's breathing quickened as I touched her: "Don't do this...you're all grown up now, it's not right to touch Mom here...

but I'm still your son, what's wrong with a son touching the place where his mother nurtured him?" As I spoke, I covered one breast with each hand and gently rubbed it.

Mom resisted for a while, then had to give in, but she still wanted to maintain a mother's dignity: "Just a little hug." But…don’t touch…anywhere else.

Other places? Mom, what places?

I’m not talking to you anymore! Mom grabbed my hand that was trying to move downwards: You’re getting more and more incoherent, just hold Mom like this for a while…that’s enough.

I held Mom like this, kneading her full and elastic breasts. I couldn’t control myself anymore, I turned my head and covered Mom’s earlobe, gently sucking on it.

Mom’s face was flushed, but her eyes were closed.

I kissed Mom’s delicate and hot cheeks, feeling that the woman in my arms was not only my own mother, but also a beautiful woman with a heart full of desire, just like other lovers, needing gentle caresses.

Mom’s cheeks were so smooth, and her red lips must be even more delicate, I pressed my lips to hers without hesitation.

But when my tongue squeezed into her teeth, teasing her fragrant tongue, it suddenly woke her up.

No, no…Mom suddenly struggled out of my arms, jumped out of the bathtub dripping wet, exposing her plump and tender round buttocks in front of me.

I was taken aback. How could my mother, who had just been so accommodating, react so strongly? "Mom, what's wrong?"

My mother's body twitched, and she lowered her head, stammering, "I...I'm...after all, I'm your mother, not your girlfriend...Don't do this to me..."

After a while, I soaked the towel in hot water and wrung it out: "Mom, shall I dry you off?"

My mother suddenly turned around and faced me: "Xiaojun, don't...do that to me again, I can't take it!" "After all...after all, I'm your mother..."

I forced myself not to stare at my mother's dark panties, nodded, and unfolded the towel to begin drying her.

My mother seemed a little afraid to face me, closing her eyes and letting me do as I pleased.

My mother's shoulders were a little cool, and droplets of water trickled down her neck and shoulder blades.

Her hair, disheveled from the intimacy, cascaded down her back and chest, with a few long strands covering her nipples.

I lifted my mother's long hair that hung down to her chest and gently pushed it behind her back. Her body trembled slightly.

The towel touched her chest; her two large breasts still gleamed a pale white in the dim light.

The towel separated my palm from her breasts by only a thin layer! I could clearly feel the hard, erect nipples on the full, elastic mounds of flesh, trembling with her rapid breathing.

I didn't dare linger and quickly moved the towel to her armpits.

As I dried her smooth, flat abdomen, free of any excess fat, and began to move towards her navel, she blushed and stopped me, saying in a barely audible voice, "No... let Mom do the rest herself. You help Mom wipe her back..."

I silently moved behind her. The moisture there had already been absorbed by my clothes, with only the area below her waist, where she had been sitting in the water, still retaining traces of water.

As my hand, wrapped in a towel, moved to Mom's buttocks and began to wipe down along the round curves, I noticed Mom's buttocks move, and a flash of white quickly disappeared from her cleft.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire: (Mom is wiping her... genitals...) The desire that Mom had suppressed earlier flared up again, and my swollen penis created an even bigger tent in my pants.

Mom seemed to notice something and gently pushed me away: "Get Mom's bathrobe, I'm done washing..."

Watching Mom's hurried departure, I was somewhat stunned...

The next morning, Mom went out accompanied by my aunt and sister.

Every weekend, my mother would go to the antique market to look for old antiques and trinkets that caught her eye, and she would spend the whole day there.

I was in a bad mood and didn't go out, so I watched some TV out of boredom.

Around noon, my older sister, Du Rong, got bored and came home alone.

My sister, Du Rong, is two years older than me, 179 cm tall (the women in our family are all quite tall, so it seems to be genetic), and weighs 60 kg. She has a slender, tall figure, with her lower body much longer than her upper body. She has fair skin, and her waist is especially slender, only 58 cm long. Her beautiful face is always smiling, revealing a pair of dimples.

Last year, right after graduating from university, she married a male classmate.

She also asked my aunt for help to get him a job in the family business as a deputy department manager.

She then stayed at home as a pampered housewife, spending her days shopping, drinking tea, exercising, and playing mahjong. I heard that she had a lot of arguments with her mother-in-law about this.

Her mother-in-law also came from a wealthy family. I've met her a few times; although she's not as beautiful as my mother, she's still very well-maintained.

This week, my brother-in-law went on a business trip, so my sister naturally moved back home temporarily.

Right now, she's standing in front of the full-length mirror, trying on her new pale yellow backless top and shorts. Her

long, straight, jet-black hair is tied in a ponytail, making her look light and lively.

She paces back and forth in front of the mirror, looking at herself again and again, quite satisfied.

Because the fabric of the clothes is thin, her black bra doesn't quite fit.

She takes off the top, wanting to change her bra.

When she takes off the bra, her breasts, slightly larger than before her marriage due to their fullness, are revealed.

She tosses the bra aside, puffs out her chest, and walks a few steps.

Looking at her two particularly dynamic breasts in the mirror, swaying up and down, the nipples erect and standing on bright red areolas, paired with her snow-white, delicate skin, she seems to be intoxicated herself. Little does she know, I, outside the window, am also captivated.

Unconsciously, her slender hands caressed her jade-like breasts, sighing softly, "Such wonderful things are meant for me to enjoy alone." She placed one hand on each breast, her delicate, spring-green fingers pinching the small nipples, playing with them lightly and heavily, left and right, her sharp nails occasionally scraping against them. Her

full, hemispherical breasts, like white jade, swelled with blood, becoming even more proud and erect, the ruby-red nipples hardening. The pink areolas turned a bewitching peach-red, spreading outwards.

At this moment, her face flushed as if drunk, a hint of spring in her eyes, her eyes slightly closed, her petal-like red lips parted, revealing her pearly white teeth, emitting soft moans from the depths of her throat: "Oh! Oh!" Her jade-like

hands gradually moved downwards, passing her slender waist, gliding over her smooth, jade-like abdomen.

After gently rubbing against her dimple-like belly, she reached the mysterious triangle.

Her fingers gently touched the soft, smooth inner thighs, moving closer and closer to the mons pubis, finally beginning to lightly stroke them up and down.

Her pink legs intertwined in unbearable ecstasy, rubbing against each other.

Her delicate face flushed even more, her jade-like nose breathing heavily: "Mmm! Mmm!" Her cherry-like lips parted slightly, exhaling softly: "Ah! Ah!" She moaned softly.

Her shorts and underwear were soaked through, almost transparent, clinging to her skin.

Her labia, like the mouth of a starving baby, opened and closed restlessly, thick, white love fluid flowing like a baby's saliva.

Finally, the older sister could no longer resist. She quickly pulled her wet pants aside, parted the soft, slightly curly pubic hair, and gently rubbed her slightly everted, thick, brownish-red labia majora and delicate, pinkish-red labia minora with her right thumb, occasionally circling and caressing the small, bright red clitoris. Every

time her fingertips brushed against the clitoris, the older sister couldn't help but exclaim: "Oh!" Di Jiao cried out, her lower abdomen contracting slightly.

Her vulva gradually became engorged and prominent, like a dazzling ruby erect between her labia majora and minora.

Her fragrant lips parted, no longer emitting moans, but bursts of rapid panting and cries of "Ah! Ah!" Di Jiao's

body writhed violently, her jade-like legs sometimes contracting, sometimes straightening.

Her snow-white skin became like a blooming peach blossom, and the fine beads of fragrant sweat that seeped through made her skin even more lustrous.

Her fingers began to penetrate her labia and insert into her vagina, thrusting and pumping wildly, her body trembling with pleasure.

Her sister seemed to want to knead her breasts until they burst, her left hand kneading them vigorously, causing patches of red flush to rise on the surface of her breasts.

Soft moans of "Ah! Ah!" echoed rapidly in the room.

Her sister's breathing became more and more rapid, except for her thumb pressing on her clitoris, the other four fingers were inserted into her vagina, thrusting in and out vigorously.

Finally: Ah! She let out a long, loud cry, her limbs tense like a fully drawn bow, interspersed with spasms.

A few moments later, her vagina gushed forth a thick, creamy white fluid like an arrow.

My sister reached her climax, her body limp on the bed…

After lunch, my sister and I sat on the sofa watching TV.

She had taken a shower and was wearing a loose nightgown.

The Y-shaped neckline and cuffs were adorned with silver-white rose lace, and a bow was tied diagonally at her waist. Her

full, round breasts, without a bra, seemed about to spill out, her slender waist appeared easily encircled by one hand, and her hair cascaded down her shoulders like a jade waterfall, falling diagonally over her right chest.

My sister accidentally dropped the remote control and bent down to pick it up. Then I caught a glimpse of two pink nipples amidst the swaying white fabric at her neckline.

Looking at my sister's flushed cheeks, her bright, clear eyes, and her delicate, fragrant breath, inhaling the subtle scent of her perfume and the allure of a young woman's flesh... I

suddenly felt a surge of excitement, a strong urge to embrace her, but I dared not.

My penis, however, instantly hardened, bulging against my crotch.

All of this must have escaped my sister's notice. On the surface, she pretended to be nonchalant, but she kept glancing at me.

I suddenly noticed that her crotch was becoming increasingly wet; since she wasn't wearing underwear, I could vaguely see a dark clump of pubic hair and two thick labia. My penis hardened even more.

I don't know who initiated it, but suddenly we embraced, her vulva pressing against my erection. Both my sister and I shuddered violently. "

Quick... let me go, you bad brother..." my sister gasped weakly. "

Isn't this nice?"

"No! You naughty little brother. Let go... let go..." My sister said, twisting her body coquettishly, causing her vulva to rub against my penis. Waves of unprecedented pleasure washed over me.

Her vulva grew hotter and hotter, her labia growing larger and swollen.

Her juices soaked not only her crotch but also my pants.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I wrapped one arm around her slender waist and slipped the other inside her robe, like a thirsty child, grasping and kneading her firm breasts.

This was probably the first time my sister had been held and touched like this by a man other than her brother-in-law, especially since it was me... her own brother, holding and touching her.

She might have been aroused too, but for the sake of her dignity as an older sister, she bit her lip, trembling as she pushed me away, saying: "Don't... you can't... no, let go... let go! How could you do this to your sister!"

Ignoring her shy and timid appearance, I first pulled down my pajama bottoms and underwear, revealing my erect and throbbing penis. Then I pulled her soft, delicate hand to my side and held it: "Sister! Quickly rub it for me, look, my little brother is about to explode."

My hand, which had been touching her breasts, moved to her soft and elastic buttocks, kneading them, and then tentatively slid down to her plump vulva. "

Mmm...mmm..." My sister couldn't help but moan under this stimulation, quickly clamping her legs together to prevent me from taking any further action: "No! Ah...let go...oh...I'm your sister...no..."

My fingers didn't stop, continuing to gently rub her peach blossom spring cave.

The pubic hair was just the right amount, fine and soft, and her vagina was already wet. As I rubbed it, another wave of fluid flowed out.

My sister felt as if she had been electrocuted, and I could feel the trembling of her hand on my penis.

My fingers went deeper into her vulva, changing from touching to moving up and down.

The bud slowly emerged from the flower, and small bumps began to appear between the folds of flesh. My fingers began to caress the bud again.

"Mmm...oh...no...ah...no..." A panting moan escaped my sister's throat.

She had been suppressing her emotions with reason, but her body began to disobey her, struggling and twisting, her waist arching, her legs trembling.

My fingertips stroked upwards from the inside of the fully opened petals, pulling them apart.

"Oh...good...good little brother...don't go in any further...please...I beg you...please...no...mmm...mmm..."

At this moment, I silenced my sister's mouth with my own.

After a while, I shifted my focus, gently taking her earlobe into my mouth, my tongue lightly licking the edge.

A moan escaped her lips, and goosebumps rose on her back.

I licked my sister's earlobe with abandon, my hands freely caressing her unguarded breasts.

My sister made no movement, only trembling and occasional deep breaths.

I slowly removed my sister's nightgown, revealing her trembling, round breasts and rosy nipples. I buried my face between her breasts.

My sister breathed heavily, her chest heaving.

Looking at her engorged nipples, I couldn't help but encircle them with my lips and tongue, biting and nibbling.

My sister involuntarily wrapped her arms around my head, pressing them tightly against her chest, and made soft moaning sounds.

My mouth began to slide down, my tongue reaching the soft skin of her inner thigh.

The closer I got to her vulva, the more rapid her breathing became.

When we finally reached our destination, my sister let out a soft sigh of pleasure.

In a patch of glossy black pubic hair, there was a bulging slit, and a clitoris the size of a red bean protruded from the cleft, trembling and jumping incessantly. Her

two plump labia majora were open and closed, and beside the slightly parted opening were two bright red labia minora, pressed tightly against the labia majora.

The bright red vaginal walls glistened with the light of her vaginal fluids, which filled her cleft and even soaked her anus.

"Ah… Sister, your vulva is so beautiful… So gorgeous…

Don't look… It's so embarrassing… Oh…"

I brought my mouth to her anus and gently licked the pink folds with my tongue.

The moment my tongue touched the flesh, my sister trembled violently: "No… Don't touch there, you bad little brother… I didn't tell you to do that."

"Good sister, then where do you want me to do it?"

"No… No… I can't let you… say those… things…

No! You must tell me… Please… Please…

But… I… I can't say those things to you… Ah…

Tell me… Sister, tell me quickly… Or… I won't… Do…

Do… the front…" It seems my sister is still hesitant.

I didn't force her, and instead blew air into her vulva.

The warm breath made her shiver, and she couldn't help but thrust her round buttocks upwards.

I took the opportunity to support her plump buttocks, pressing one hand against her anus, and sucking hard on her vulva. I stuck my tongue inside, swirling it around on the tender flesh of her vagina.

My sister trembled more and more violently, her hands gripping the back of my head, seemingly resisting yet welcoming. She bent one leg, encircling my back, trying her best to push my head down towards her genitals, her buttocks thrusting upwards, bringing her vulva close to my mouth so that my tongue could penetrate deeper…

She couldn't help but moan softly, finally panting, “Ah… Oh… Itchy… It’s so itchy… Good brother… Ah… Faster… Stop… Oh…”

I turned around, positioning my penis against my sister’s small mouth, and said, “Sister, help me.”

My sister involuntarily reached out and grasped my penis, beginning to move it up and down, swaying it from side to side, murmuring, “Ah… So hard, so big, so hot!” …

I thrust hard from below, coordinating with my sister’s hands; from above, I held my sister’s plump buttocks tightly, sucking on her clitoris and licking it back and forth with my tongue, making her clitoris swell to more than twice its original size.

My sister went wild, crying out without restraint: "Ah...ah...good brother...sister...it feels so good...harder...harder...I'm going to die..."

Her attention waned, and her hand, which had been stroking my penis, slowed down, becoming erratic.

Suddenly, she cried out, "Ah..." Her vaginal fluids splattered all over my face...

I looked down at my sister lying in my arms and asked, "Is it good?"

My sister blushed, not daring to look at me, but there seemed to be a hint of a smile in her watery eyes. She nodded gently.

Seeing my sister's shy appearance, I couldn't help but tighten my arms around her.

My sister struggled weakly, saying, "Bad brother, aren't you satisfied?" Her voice was sweet but full of lust.

I pressed my hard penis against my sister's lower abdomen. It still wanted to give your little cunt a good taste! This was the first time I had said such lewd words to my own family.

My sister seemed to find it very exciting as well, her eyes shining with a seductive light, her breathing becoming rapid and hot.

Involuntarily, she parted her trembling legs, her vagina automatically opening, and her juices began to flow again.

With a soft "whoosh," my penis finally entered her vagina, thrusting all the way in, filling it completely, the glans touching her cervix.

Ah… we both couldn't help but cry out.

The siblings finally did something they should never have done, making our bodies tremble and even more excited.

My penis was tightly enveloped by soft, wet flesh… so good… my sister's vagina is so wonderful.

I began to slowly thrust in and out, fully enjoying the sensation of the mucous membranes.

The pubic hair rubbed against each other, making obscene sounds.

"Ah...good...ah...good..." my sister moaned indistinctly, her slender waist twisting like a snake, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, wanting my penis to penetrate even deeper.

I increased the speed of my thrusts, and her juices gushed out continuously with a "plop...plop..." sound, soaking my pubic hair. "

Hmm...ah...ah ah...oh...I...will...die...can't take it...ah...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..." my sister excitedly scratched wildly at my chest and back.

My speed increased, and my force increased, my glans grinding fiercely against her cervix. My

penis withdrew with a "squeak," pulling the vaginal muscles outward; then thrust in with a "plop," taking the vaginal muscles back in. "

Plop! Plop!" The in-and-out, the flipping and contracting, was quite a sight to behold.

"Ah...ah...so deep...oh...hmm...so good..." I put my fingers into my sister's mouth.

She seemed to forget her identity, instinctively sticking out her tongue to suck on my finger, constantly changing the direction of her tongue, just like sucking on a penis.

Oh...ouch...ah...faster...lost...lost...oh...oh...ya...ya...

As my sister was about to reach her climax, I put her legs high on my shoulders, pulled out my penis, and only rubbed it around her vulva without inserting it.

Ugh...ah...how...don't...stop...oh...oh...

good sister, now you should tell me where you want me to put it, right?

Jiajun...you...you're such a bad boy...you made me say...say those kinds of things...

sister...your shy expression is so beautiful...I just want to hear beautiful sister say some lewd things...and say them clearly..." I breathed into my sister's ear.

Bad boy...okay...okay...your...insert...in...my...my...vagina! Don't force me anymore. After my sister finished speaking, she hurriedly covered her face with her hands to hide the blush, her high breasts trembling.

Seeing my sister's stammering, pitiful appearance, I felt a pang of tenderness and thrust myself back into her vagina.

"Ouch...ah...ah...oh..." my sister couldn't help but moan again.

Not long after, her uterus, which was clenching and biting my penis, suddenly contracted forcefully, sending a surge of heat rushing to my glans...my sister had an orgasm... "

Why aren't you coming yet?" My sister looked at me with seductive eyes, her face still flushed. "

You...you go wash up." She suddenly pulled me up.

I thought she thought it was dirty, so I swung my penis and went to the bathroom.

Back in the living room, she asked, "Are you clean?" "Let me see!" she said, pushing me onto the sofa, bringing her nose close, sniffing me from all angles, like a cute little puppy.

"Hmm!" She seemed satisfied: "Now close your eyes!" Her hair brushed against my stomach, tickling me. Her soft breasts gently pressed against my legs.

At the same time, her small hand grasped my penis, a wet, soft, and warm sensation enveloping my glans.

My sister was giving me oral sex! Unlike the sensation of penetration, the mouth couldn't provide the same tight envelopment and friction, but the rapid sweeping and entwining of the tongue on the glans, along with the occasional scraping of the teeth, brought a unique and pleasurable experience.

I tilted my head and saw my sister gripping the base of my penis, her bright red lips swallowing it forcefully until she couldn't swallow any more, the glans reaching deep into her throat.

Then she slowly spat it out, leaving only the glans in her mouth.

Then she swallowed it all the way in… My penis throbbed and contracted with the pulse of my heart, slapping against her mouth.

She turned to look at me and laughed, a lewd laugh, and even turned her body so I could also witness this lewd scene.

My sister spat out the glans, extended her fiery red tongue, and wandered along the edge of the glans, rubbing around the frenulum, using the tip of her tongue to open the urethral opening, where more mucus seeped out.

The sun was setting, the room was beginning to darken, and my sister's eyes shone exceptionally brightly.

She stared at me without blinking, watching my expression.

Was it good? My sister looked up at me playfully.

I shouted excitedly, "Sister, I love you!" I reached out to stroke her face. Looking at my penis in the mouth of my beloved woman, the gratitude and possessiveness were indescribable.

She became even more energetic, her head violently bobbing back and forth, and my pleasure intensified.

Finally, a tingling sensation shot through my tailbone, and I straightened up.

She sensed my change and quickened her pace.

Suddenly, she looked up, her lips still sticky with a mixture of my semen and her saliva.

A stream of white semen gushed out powerfully, shooting high into the sky, followed by a second, a third… I couldn't help but shout, my body trembling violently… Then, I collapsed onto the sofa.

My sister pounced on me, kissing my mouth, face, eyes, neck, and chest with her fishy-smelling lips.

She kept murmuring, "Jiajun, Jiajun, you're amazing! I've used my mouth, are you satisfied now?..."

A new week began.

I'm going back to school, and my sister is moving back to her in-laws' house.

However, perhaps my sister has developed a taste for incest, and she occasionally seeks opportunities to meet me.

I know our debauchery is unstoppable; it's like falling into an abyss—let it be! ...

My name is Du Jiajun, born into a wealthy family.

Ten years ago, my father, after a banquet, drove drunk and died on his way home.

Since my uncle also died young, I became the sole male heir of the Du family.

Because I was a minor, my aunt temporarily managed the family business.

My mother stayed home, raising my sister and me; my widowed aunt also lived with us.

In junior high, I accidentally saw my mother taking a bath and began to fantasize about her.

My room had a hidden closet. After I started reading pornographic books, I locked it. Since becoming

obsessed with my mother's body, I collected many incest novels, videotapes, DVDs, and even my mother's panties, writing about them in my diary.

I had my first sexual experience in high school. In college, I dated several female classmates simultaneously.

Despite this, my longing for my mother never disappeared; in fact, it grew stronger…

The story takes place when I was twenty-two, a junior in college.

It was Saturday, March 12th, early spring.

A few girls and I stayed out late at my rented apartment.

Everyone at home was probably asleep, right? I tiptoed towards the bathroom.

Just as I pushed open the door, a scream startled me.

In the dim light, the bathroom was filled with steam, like wisps of gauze floating in the air. Within these wisps, a snow-white body was turning around abruptly, clutching its chest.

It scared me to death! It was my mother taking a shower.

My mother, Zhang Ailan, was forty-three years old. She was 175 cm tall and weighed 58 kg.

My mother sighed deeply: "Why did you come in without a sound?" She lowered her arm from her chest, casually covering her lower body with a towel.

My heart was pounding...

Women from Jiangnan, especially those from prominent families, are good at taking care of themselves.

This is what Mom looked like: rounded, sloping shoulders, arms like tender lotus roots, a pair of large, firm breasts, trembling like freshly peeled chicken heads, two bright red nipples like grapes waiting to be picked; a slender waist, as if the wind could break it, wide hips connecting to slender yet full legs…

My lower body also reacted strangely, but I kept apologizing: I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't hear anything just now, so I came in. I'll go out now, you can take your time washing. Never mind

, I was going to soak for a while, that's why I didn't make a sound. Mom stared at me carefully for a few moments, then turned and sat back in the bathtub to help me wash my back. Mom is getting old, her hands and feet aren't as nimble as they used to be.

This… isn't very convenient? Although I really wanted to admire Mom's naked body, this request still made me stammer.

What are you afraid of? Are you afraid Mom will eat you?

I composed myself, pulled up a small stool, and sat down behind Mom. My mother handed me a towel, and I caught a glimpse of her rounded breasts from under her armpits.

I placed one hand on her smooth, soft shoulder and the other, holding the towel, and rubbed her white, smooth, jade-like back along her spine, inwardly praising her: "Mom, your skin is so good, even smoother than a young girl's skin. And you just said you were old."

My mother seemed to enjoy the rubbing, her eyes closed, and she couldn't help but make soft moans as I rubbed her back and forth: "Hmm… a little to the side… yes, yes… how many women's skin have you seen? Saying that, humph! That's outrageous." She pouted.

My mother's coquettish tone made me feel like she was my lover. My heart fluttered, and my hand, which was on her waist, swept over her, pulling her naked body into my arms: "Mom, they are my girlfriends. But no matter what, none of them can compare to you."

My mother's muscles seemed to tense, and her eyes became slightly glazed. She struggled a few times, then obediently leaned her wet back against my chest. "

How many...girlfriends do you have?" Mom rested her head on my shoulder, slightly breathless.

I couldn't help but caress Mom's flat, soft belly: "Many. But none of them are as beautiful as you, Mom, with such a slender waist, such fair skin, such big, round...breasts...

Oh no, let go, where are you touching?" Mom then noticed my hand rubbing her breast and tried to push it away.

"Mom, I'm your son." I pushed Mom's hand away: "Haven't I touched this place often since I was little?"

Mom's breathing quickened as I touched her: "Don't do this...you're all grown up now, it's not right to touch Mom here...

but I'm still your son, what's wrong with a son touching the place where his mother nurtured him?" As I spoke, I covered one breast with each hand and gently rubbed it.

Mom resisted for a while, then had to give in, but she still wanted to maintain a mother's dignity: "Just a little hug." But…don’t touch…anywhere else.

Other places? Mom, what places?

I’m not talking to you anymore! Mom grabbed my hand that was trying to move downwards: You’re getting more and more incoherent, just hold Mom like this for a while…that’s enough.

I held Mom like this, kneading her full and elastic breasts. I couldn’t control myself anymore, I turned my head and covered Mom’s earlobe, gently sucking on it.

Mom’s face was flushed, but her eyes were closed.

I kissed Mom’s delicate and hot cheeks, feeling that the woman in my arms was not only my own mother, but also a beautiful woman with a heart full of desire, just like other lovers, needing gentle caresses.

Mom’s cheeks were so smooth, and her red lips must be even more delicate, I pressed my lips to hers without hesitation.

But when my tongue squeezed into her teeth, teasing her fragrant tongue, it suddenly woke her up.

No, no…Mom suddenly struggled out of my arms, jumped out of the bathtub dripping wet, exposing her plump and tender round buttocks in front of me.

I was taken aback. How could my mother, who had just been so accommodating, react so strongly? "Mom, what's wrong?"

My mother's body twitched, and she lowered her head, stammering, "I...I'm...after all, I'm your mother, not your girlfriend...Don't do this to me..."

After a while, I soaked the towel in hot water and wrung it out: "Mom, shall I dry you off?"

My mother suddenly turned around and faced me: "Xiaojun, don't...do that to me again, I can't take it!" "After all...after all, I'm your mother..."

I forced myself not to stare at my mother's dark panties, nodded, and unfolded the towel to begin drying her.

My mother seemed a little afraid to face me, closing her eyes and letting me do as I pleased.

My mother's shoulders were a little cool, and droplets of water trickled down her neck and shoulder blades.

Her hair, disheveled from the intimacy, cascaded down her back and chest, with a few long strands covering her nipples.

I lifted my mother's long hair that hung down to her chest and gently pushed it behind her back. Her body trembled slightly.

The towel touched her chest; her two large breasts still gleamed a pale white under the dim light.

The towel separated my palm from her breasts by only a thin layer! I could clearly feel the hard, erect nipples on the full, elastic mounds of flesh, trembling with her rapid breathing.

I didn't dare linger and quickly moved to her armpits.

When I dried her smooth, flat abdomen, without an ounce of excess fat, and started moving towards her navel, my mother blushed and stopped me, saying in a voice barely above a whisper: "No… let me do the rest myself. You help me wipe my back…"

I silently moved behind her. The moisture there had already been absorbed by my clothes; only the area below her waist, where she had been sitting in the water, remained damp.

As my hand, wrapped in a towel, moved down my mother's buttocks, tracing the round curves, I noticed her buttocks twitch, and a flash of white quickly disappeared between her buttocks.

A sudden surge of desire welled up inside me: (My mother was wiping her…genitals…) The lust that my mother had suppressed earlier reignited, and my swollen penis created an even larger tent in my pants.

My mother seemed to notice, and gently pushed me away: "Get me my bathrobe, I'm done washing…"

Watching my mother's hurried departure, I was momentarily stunned…

The next morning, my mother went out accompanied by my aunt and sister.

It turned out that every weekend, my mother would go to the antique market to look for old antiques and trinkets that caught her eye, and she would stay there all day.

I was in a bad mood and didn't go out, watching some TV out of boredom.

Around noon, my sister, feeling listless, came home alone.

My older sister, Du Rong, is two years older than me. She's 179 cm tall (the women in our family are generally quite tall, so it seems to be genetic), weighs 60 kg, and has a slender, tall figure with her lower body longer than her upper body. She has fair skin, and her waist is especially thin, only 58 cm. Her beautiful face is always smiling, revealing a pair of dimples.

Last year, right after graduating from university, she married a male classmate.

She also asked my aunt for help to get him a job as a deputy department manager in the family business.

She then stays at home as a pampered housewife, spending her days shopping, drinking tea, exercising, and playing mahjong. I heard that this has caused her a lot of unhappiness with her mother-in-law.

Her mother-in-law also comes from a prominent family; I've met her a few times. Although she's not as beautiful as my mother, she's still very well-maintained.

This week, her husband went on a business trip, so my sister naturally moved back home to stay temporarily.

At that moment, my sister was standing in front of the dressing mirror, trying on her newly bought pale yellow backless top and shorts. Her

long, straight, jet-black hair was tied in a ponytail, making her look light and lively.

She paced back and forth in front of the mirror a few times, looking at herself again and again, feeling quite satisfied.

Because the fabric of the clothes was thin, the black bra didn't quite fit.

My sister took off the top, wanting to change her bra.

When she took off the bra, her breasts, slightly larger than before her marriage due to their fullness, were revealed.

My sister tossed the bra aside, puffed out her chest, and took a few steps.

Looking at her two particularly dynamic breasts in the mirror, swaying up and down, the nipples standing high on the bright red areolas, paired with her snow-white and delicate skin, she seemed to be intoxicated herself. Little did she know that I, outside the window, was also intoxicated.

Her delicate hand unconsciously caressed her breasts, and she sighed softly: Such good things are only for me to enjoy. She held one breast in each hand, her slender, white fingers pinching the small nipples, playing with them lightly and heavily, left and right, her sharp nails occasionally scraping them. The

full, hemispherical breasts, like white jade, swelled with blood, becoming even more erect, the ruby-red nipples hardening. The pink areolas turned a seductive peach-red, spreading outwards.

At this moment, her face flushed as if drunk, a hint of spring in her eyes, her eyes slightly closed, her petal-like red lips parted, revealing her pearly white teeth, emitting soft moans from the depths of her throat: "Oh! Oh!" Her jade-like

hands gradually moved downwards, passing her slender waist, gliding over her smooth, jade-like abdomen.

After lightly rubbing against her dimple-like belly, she reached the mysterious triangle.

Her hands lingered on her creamy thighs, getting closer and closer to her mons pubis, finally beginning to gently stroke up and down.

Her pink legs intertwined in unbearable ecstasy, rubbing against each other.

Her face flushed even more, her delicate nose flared with heavy breaths: "Mmm! Mmm!" Her cherry-like lips parted slightly, exhaling softly: "Ah! Ah!" She moaned softly.

Her shorts and underwear were soaked through, almost transparent, clinging to her skin.

Her labia, like the mouth of a starving baby, opened and closed restlessly, thick white love fluid flowing like a baby's saliva.

Finally, the older sister could no longer restrain herself. She quickly pulled down her wet pants, parted the fuzzy, slightly curly pubic hair, and gently rubbed her slightly everted, thick, brownish-red labia majora and delicate, rosy labia minora with her right thumb, occasionally circling and caressing her small, bright red clitoris.

Every time her fingertip touched her clitoris, the older sister couldn't help but let out a soft "Oh!" and her lower abdomen contracted.

Her vulva gradually became engorged and prominent, like a dazzling ruby standing erect between her labia majora and minora.

Her fragrant lips parted, emitting no longer moans, but rapid gasps and cries of "Ah! Ah!"

Her delicate body writhed violently, her jade-like legs sometimes contracting, sometimes straightening.

Her snow-white skin blossomed like a peach blossom, and the fine beads of fragrant sweat made her skin even more radiant.

Her fingers began to penetrate her labia, thrusting wildly and intensely, her body trembling with pleasure.

As if trying to burst her breasts, her left hand kneaded them vigorously, causing patches of red flush to rise on their surface.

Soft moans of "Ah! Ah!" echoed rapidly in the room.

Her breathing grew increasingly rapid; except for her thumb pressing on her clitoris, the other four fingers were inserted into her vagina, thrusting in and out forcefully.

Finally, she let out a long, loud cry of "Ah!", her limbs taut like a fully drawn bow, accompanied by spasms.

A few moments later, her vagina gushed forth a thick, creamy white fluid like an arrow.

My sister reached her climax, her body limp on the bed…

After lunch, my sister and I sat on the sofa watching TV.

She had taken a shower and was wearing a loose-fitting robe.

The Y-shaped neckline and cuffs were adorned with silver-white rose lace, and a bow was tied diagonally around her waist.

Her full, round breasts, without a bra, seemed about to spill out, her slender waist appeared easily encircled by one hand, and her hair cascaded down her shoulders like a jade waterfall, falling diagonally across her right chest.

My sister accidentally dropped the remote control and bent down to pick it up. I caught a glimpse of two pink nipples amidst the swaying white fabric at her neckline.

I looked at her flushed cheeks, her bright eyes, her delicate lips that swayed like orchids, and smelled the faint scent of perfume and the fleshy fragrance of a young woman…

Suddenly, I felt very excited and really wanted to hug her, but I didn't dare.

My penis suddenly hardened, bulging high in my pants.

This didn't escape my sister's notice; she pretended to be nonchalant, but kept glancing at me.

I suddenly noticed her crotch was getting increasingly wet, and since she wasn't wearing underwear, I could vaguely see a dark clump of pubic hair and two thick labia. My penis hardened even more.

I don't know who initiated it, but suddenly we embraced, her vulva pressing against my erection. Both my sister and I shuddered.

"Quick…let me go, you bad brother…" my sister said weakly. "

Isn't this nice?"

"No! You bad brother." "Let go…let go…" my sister said, twisting her body playfully, causing her vulva to rub against my penis. Waves of unprecedented pleasure washed over me.

Her vulva grew hotter and hotter, her labia growing larger and swollen.

Her juices soaked not only her crotch but also my pants.

I couldn't hold back any longer. He wrapped one arm around her slender waist and slipped the other inside her nightgown, like a thirsty child, grasping and kneading her firm breasts.

This was probably the first time his sister had been held and touched like this by a man other than her brother-in-law, especially since it was me… her own brother.

She was perhaps already aroused, but for the sake of her dignity as an older sister, she bit her lip, trembling as she pushed him away, saying: "Don't…no…no, let go…how can you do this to your sister!"

Ignoring her shy and timid appearance, I first pulled down my pajama bottoms and underwear, revealing my erect and aroused penis, then pulled her soft, delicate hand to hold it: "Sister! Quickly rub it for me, look, my little brother is about to explode."

The hand that had been rubbing her breasts then moved to her soft, elastic buttocks, kneading them, and tentatively slid down to her plump vulva.

"Mmm...mmm..." My sister, aroused by this, couldn't help but moan, quickly clamping her legs together to prevent me from taking any further action: "No! Ah...let go...oh...I'm your sister...no..."

My fingers didn't stop, continuing to gently rub her peach blossom spring cave.

The pubic hair was just the right amount, fine and soft, and her vagina was already wet.

As I rubbed, another wave of fluid flowed out. My sister felt as if she were being electrocuted, and I could feel the trembling of her hands on my penis.

My fingers went deeper into her vagina, changing from touching to up-and-down movements.

The clitoris slowly emerged from the flower, and small clitoris began to protrude from the folds of flesh. My fingers began to caress the clitoris again.

"Ugh...oh...no...ah...no..." My sister let out a panting moan.

She had been trying to suppress her emotions with reason, but her body began to disobey her, struggling and twisting, her waist arching, and her legs shaking.

My fingertips stroked upwards from the inside of the fully opened petals, pulling the petals apart.

"Oh...good...good little brother...don't go in any further...please...I beg you...please...no...um...um..."

At that moment, I silenced my sister's lips with my own.

A moment later, I shifted my focus, gently taking her earlobe into my mouth, my tongue lightly licking the edge.

A moan escaped her lips, and goosebumps rose on her back.

I licked her earlobe with abandon, my hands freely caressing her unguarded breasts.

My sister made no movement, only trembling and occasional deep breaths.

I slowly removed her nightgown, revealing her trembling, round breasts and red nipples, now fully exposed. I buried my face between her breasts.

My sister breathed heavily, her chest heaving violently.

Looking at her engorged nipples, I couldn't help but encircle them with my lips and tongue, biting and nibbling.

My sister involuntarily wrapped her arms around my head, pressing it tightly against her chest, and made soft moaning sounds.

My mouth began to slide down, my tongue reaching the soft skin of her inner thigh.

The closer I got to her vulva, the more rapid her breathing became.

When we finally reached our destination, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure.

In a patch of glossy black pubic hair, there was a bulging slit of flesh, with a clitoris the size of a red bean protruding above the vulva, trembling and jumping incessantly. Her

two plump labia majora were parted, and beside the slightly open opening were two bright red labia minora, pressed tightly against the labia majora.

The bright red vulva walls glistened with the light of her vaginal fluid, which had already filled her buttocks and even wet her anus.

"Ah... Sister, your vulva is so beautiful... So gorgeous...

Don't look... It's so embarrassing... Oh..."

I brought my mouth to her anus and gently licked the pink folds with my tongue.

The moment my tongue touched her pink flesh, my sister trembled violently: "No...don't touch there, you bad little brother...I didn't tell you to do that.

" "Good sister, then where do you want me to do it?"

"No...no...I can't let you...you say such things...

no! You have to tell me...please...please...

but...I...I can't say those things to you...ah...

say it...please tell me quickly...or...I won't do it...

I...I...the front..." It seems my sister is still hesitant.

I didn't force her, and instead blew air into her vulva.

The warm breath made my sister shiver, and she couldn't help but thrust her round buttocks upwards.

I took the opportunity to support her plump buttocks, pressing one hand against her anus, and sucking hard on her vulva. I stuck my tongue inside, swirling it around on the tender flesh of her vagina.

My sister trembled more and more violently, her hands gripping the back of my head, seemingly resisting yet welcoming. One leg bent, encircling my back, she tried her best to push my head down towards her genitals, her buttocks thrusting upwards, bringing her vulva close to my mouth so my tongue could penetrate deeper…

She couldn't help but moan softly, finally panting, “Ah… Oh… Itchy… So itchy… Good brother… Ah… Faster… Stop… Oh…”

I turned around, positioning my penis against my sister's small mouth, and said, “Sister, help me.”

My sister involuntarily reached out and grasped my penis, beginning to move it up and down, swaying it left and right, murmuring, “Ah… So hard, so big, so hot!”…

I thrust hard from below, coordinating with my sister's hands; from above, I held my sister's plump buttocks tightly, sucking on her clitoris and licking it back and forth with my tongue, making her clitoris swell to more than twice its original size.

My sister went wild, crying out without restraint: "Ah...ah...good brother...sister...it feels so good...harder...harder...I'm going to die..."

Her attention waned, and her hand, which had been stroking my penis, slowed down, becoming erratic.

Suddenly, she cried out, "Ah..." Her vaginal fluids splattered all over my face...

I looked down at my sister lying in my arms and asked, "Is it good?"

My sister blushed, not daring to look at me, but there seemed to be a hint of a smile in her watery eyes. She nodded gently.

Seeing my sister's shy appearance, I couldn't help but tighten my arms around her.

My sister struggled weakly, saying, "Bad brother, aren't you satisfied?" Her voice was sweet but full of lust.

I pressed my hard penis against my sister's lower abdomen. It still wanted to give your little cunt a good taste! This was the first time I had said such lewd words to my own family.

My sister seemed to find it very exciting as well, her eyes shining with a seductive light, her breathing becoming rapid and hot.

Involuntarily, she parted her trembling legs, her vagina automatically opening, and her juices began to flow again.

With a soft "whoosh," my penis finally entered her vagina, plunging all the way in, filling it completely, the glans touching her cervix.

Ah… we both couldn't help but cry out.

The siblings finally did something they should never have done, making our bodies tremble and even more excited.

My penis was tightly enveloped by soft, wet flesh… so good… my sister's vagina is so wonderful.

I began to slowly thrust in and out, fully enjoying the sensation of the mucous membranes.

The pubic hair rubbed against each other, making obscene sounds.

Ah… good… ah… good… my sister moaned indistinctly, her slender waist twisting like a snake, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, wanting my penis to go even deeper.

I increased the speed of my thrusts, and her juices: "plop… plop…" kept gushing out, making incessant sounds, soaking my pubic hair.

"Mmm...ah...ahhh...oh...I...I'm going to...die...I can't take it...ah...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..." My sister excitedly scratched wildly at my chest and back.

My speed increased and my strength increased, my glans grinding fiercely against her cervix.

My penis pulled out with a hiss, pulling the vaginal muscles outward; it went in with a plop, taking the vaginal muscles back in.

Plop! Plop! The in-and-out, the flipping and contracting, was quite a sight to behold.

"Ah...ah...so deep...oh...mmm...so good..." I put my fingers into my sister's mouth.

She seemed to forget her identity, instinctively sticking out her tongue to suck on my fingers, and constantly changing the direction of her tongue, just like sucking on a penis.

Oh...ouch...ah...faster...come...come...oh...oh...ya...ya..."

When my sister was about to reach her climax, I put her legs high on my shoulders, pulled out my penis, and only rubbed it around her vulva without inserting it.

"Ugh...ah...what...don't...stop...oh...oh...

good sister, now you should tell me where you want me to put it, right?"

"Jiajun...you...you're such a bad boy...you made me say...say those kinds of things...

sister...your shy expression is so beautiful...I just want to hear beautiful sister say some lewd things...and say them clearly..." I breathed into my sister's ear. "

Bad boy...okay...okay...your...insert...in...my...my...vagin!" "Don't force me anymore." After saying that, my sister hurriedly covered her face with her hands to hide her flushed face, her high, firm breasts trembling.

Looking at my sister's stuttering, pitiful appearance, I felt a pang of tenderness and thrust straight into her vagina again.

"Ouch...ah...ah ah...oh..." My sister couldn't help but moan again.

Not long after, her uterus, which was clenching and biting my penis, suddenly contracted forcefully, and a surge of heat rushed to the head of my penis...my sister had an orgasm...

why aren't you coming yet?" My sister looked at me with seductive eyes, her face still flushed.

"You...you go wash up." She suddenly pulled me up.

I thought she thought it was dirty, so I swung my penis and went to the bathroom.

Back in the living room, she asked, "Are you clean? Let me see!" Saying that, she pushed me onto the sofa, brought her nose close, and sniffed me from all angles, like a cute little puppy.

"Hmm!" She seemed very satisfied: "Now close your eyes!" Her hair brushed against my stomach, tickling me. Her soft breasts gently pressed against my legs.

At the same time, her small hand grasped my penis, and a wet, soft, and warm feeling enveloped the glans.

My sister was giving me oral sex! Unlike the feeling of penetration, the mouth couldn't provide the same tight envelopment and friction, but the rapid sweeping and entwining of her tongue on the glans and the occasional scraping of her teeth brought a unique kind of pleasure.

I tilted my head and saw my sister squeezing the base of my penis, her bright red lips swallowing it desperately until she couldn't swallow any more, the glans reaching deep into her throat.

Then she slowly spat it out, leaving only the glans in her mouth.

Then she swallowed it all the way in… My penis throbbed and contracted with the pulse of my heart, slapping against her mouth.

She turned to look at me and laughed, a lewd laugh, and even turned her body so I could also witness this lewd scene.

My sister spat out the glans, sticking out her fiery red tongue, wandering along the edge of the glans, rubbing around the frenulum, and using the tip of her tongue to pry open the urethral opening, where more mucus seeped out.

The sun was setting, the room was beginning to darken, and my sister's eyes seemed particularly bright.

She stared at me without blinking, watching my expression.

"Is it good?" My sister playfully tilted her head and looked up at me.

I excitedly shouted: "Sister, I love you!" I reached out to stroke her face. Looking at my penis in the mouth of the woman I loved, the gratitude, the sense of possession, was indescribable.

She became even more energetic, her whole head violently moving back and forth, and my pleasure intensified.

Finally, a tingling sensation came from my tailbone, and I straightened up.

She sensed my change and quickened her pace.

Suddenly, she looked up and dodged, her lips still sticky with a mixture of my semen and her saliva.

A stream of white semen gushed out powerfully, shooting high into the sky, followed by a second, a third… I couldn't help but scream, my body trembling violently… Then, I collapsed onto the sofa.

My sister pounced on me, kissing my mouth, face, eyes, neck, and chest with her fishy-smelling lips.

She kept murmuring: Jiajun, Jiajun, you're really something! I've used my mouth, are you satisfied now?…

A new week began.

I had to go back to school, and my sister was moving back to her in-laws' house.

However, perhaps my sister had developed a liking for incest, and she would occasionally find opportunities to meet me at my place.

I knew our debauchery couldn't be stopped; it was like falling into an abyss, so let it be!…

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