Mom, I love you

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Mom, I love you
. It was raining heavily outside. Mom came home very late from the hospital, her body almost completely soaked. Our house is a decent size; the toilet and bathroom are separate, about 80 square meters.

As soon as Mom came in, she started changing. Because it was summer, she was wearing very little, but she didn't shy away from me. Now I'm not just her son anymore; in the past year, she's been able to be naked in front of me quite naturally.

I took Mom's pajamas and, when she was completely naked, I seized the opportunity to wrap them around her. My hands naturally cupped her round breasts from behind.

Mom gave me a relieved look, wiggled her bottom, and blushed slightly. "Have you eaten? Mom will make some food."

"Yes." I hugged Mom. "How's Dad?"

"Sigh... he's not going to make it. The doctor said he can only hold on for a month at most." A hint of worry flashed across Mom's face.

"Mom, don't worry too much."

"But what's there to worry about? It's been almost two years, I've been prepared, and so have you. He was going to leave sooner or later, worrying won't help. You're the one who's making me worry. It's been a week, and I'm worried you're not eating or sleeping well."

"I'm fine, Mom, I'm eating well, I just can't sleep well." I simply put both hands inside my mother's pajamas and stroked her smooth, soft bottom.

My mother didn't show any objection. She nestled gently in my arms and lightly pinched my nose with her delicate hand: "Look at you, so pathetic. It's only been a week. Can't you go see that little slut just because Mom's not home? It's not like Mom won't let you!"

"I went, but luckily my sister was pregnant."

"So what if she was pregnant? Mom's pregnant, I still let you... You only feel sorry for your sister, but Mom has to suffer?"

"No, Mom... it's my sister. She insisted I wear a condom. I wore one a few times, but it wasn't comfortable at all..."

"Didn't you always wear condoms with her before? Why do you feel uncomfortable now?"

"I don't know, I just feel like my sister isn't as tight as you."

"You little rascal, be careful, don't ejaculate inside. She's different from your mother. I just wanted to save trouble. I never thought you'd like the feeling of not using a condom so much."

"Mom, as long as you're willing to give it to me, I'll like it even with a condom."

"Go away! You're all talk and no action. It's been almost a year, how many times has your mother used a condom?

Once we're in bed, you're a different person. You're not wearing a condom anymore, you're just grabbing my penis and... that feeling, like you want to put your whole body inside me."

"It feels good!"

"Bullshit! Men don't feel good! But even if it feels good, you can't just go on like that, oh, you don't care if it hurts or not, you just keep thrusting in!"

"But Mom even made me push harder later!"

"That happened later. It didn't work at first, but then Mom got some lubrication. Anyway, you just won't listen. How many times have I told you? Isn't it just as comfortable to be gentle? You always say you're not satisfied yet and you ejaculate too quickly. You're so forceful right from the start, no wonder it's so fast!"

"How was I supposed to know there was so much to learn about sex?"

"Mom has been letting you have your way for a year. You're so inconsiderate."

Mom poked my forehead with her hand: "See if you've ruined Mom's life, then who will let you have your way!"

"Hehe! And my sister too." "

Nonsense... Your sister said she can't stand how fierce you are right from the start either."

"Hehe, Mom, I only know that being with you is so comfortable, so happy, so satisfying. My sister is nothing compared to you."

"Hey...you naughty boy, stop trying to sweet-talk your mother. I'm going to sit on the sofa for a while; I'm exhausted from the hospital."

"I'll carry you!"

I picked up my mother like a husband would carry his wife. But as I carried her, my hard penis pressed against her waist, and she immediately felt it.

"Chichi...son, why don't you carry Mom to bed?"

I immediately understood what my mother meant. "Mom, I'm not in a hurry."

"How can you not be in a hurry? Your dick is rock hard, you're obviously in a hurry. Come on, let's go to bed."

"Okay!" I carried my mother into the bedroom... "You, Mom is your woman, why are you being so polite?"

"Mom, I just can't bear it. Aren't you very tired?"

"It's okay, you haven't had sex for a week, Mom knows you miss it."

"Mom, you're so good."

"Chichi...son, don't be shy. Mom has known you for so long, Mom understands you. When Mom is home, you're always here. It's been a week, of course I miss you."

"Hehe...Mom, I'm going crazy."

"Serves you right, couldn't you have made a phone call? Mom could have been back in less than fifteen minutes. I thought your sister would come and take care of you these days."

As I spoke, I gently placed Mom on the bed. Mom moved a little further into the bed: "Close the door tightly, lock it!"

"What's there to be afraid of? Dad is in the hospital, no one can come in except my sister." But I still turned around and locked the door.

"Eat...you're right, Mom's used to sneaking around with you all the time." Mom said this, taking off her only nightgown...I quickly climbed onto the bed and hugged Mom: "Hey!"

"Shh!...You rascal...what are you yelling about? Aren't you afraid someone will hear?"

"Hehe...Mom, who among the men and women of marriageable age isn't there?"

"Bullshit! Other men's wives are their natural right, but what about you?... "Mom pinched me and glared at me with her beautiful eyes: "You rascal...yours is your own mother, how can it be the same? You and Mom are committing incest, if others find out you won't be able to live. How many times have I told you? You just don't know how to be careful!"

"Mom, I know I was wrong, okay?" I said, and started to spread my mother's snow-white thighs. My mother didn't resist at all, and actively spread her legs. My mother's plump and tender vulva made me swallow hard. After all, I hadn't had it for a week. I was so excited that I trembled all over and couldn't wait to show my hard penis. "Wait..." My mother grabbed my penis... "What's wrong? Mom..."

"Eat... look how impatient you are... Have you washed it?"

"I have!" I was about to go crazy: "I wash it every day."

"That's good, eat... What's wrong with developing good hygiene habits? Not washing properly makes women more prone to gynecological diseases." Saying this, Mom pulled my penis between her legs, aligning it with her vulva: "Put it in..."

So I gently thrust my penis in, and Mom's vulva settled on it. A warm, moist sensation immediately enveloped me along my penis... "Oh! My little darling!... Gently... Gently!..."

"Ah..." I groaned as I continued to push into Mom's vagina... until my penis was completely inside her vulva.

"Oh..." Mom's brows furrowed; clearly, I had hurt her.

"Mom, does it hurt?" I asked, but my penis was pressed firmly against her. I felt amazing, just like Mom said, I wished I could crawl my whole body into the passage that gave me life.

That feeling was so wonderful. I always thought the first time felt amazing, and I felt so comfortable that I felt like I was floating. My mom and sister seemed to know my preference in this regard. Although they would tell me to be gentle, they would never scold or restrict me. However, I felt that my sister felt more pain than my mom. She would cry out "Ouch!" as soon as I entered her, while my mom was much more reserved.

My mother's hand was stroking the back of my head, while I was eagerly sucking on one of her nipples—a routine I always performed. My mother was always exceptionally clean, at least that's how I perceived it. Her breasts were only part of her body; I loved every part of her. I touched, kissed, and licked her without a care in the world. My favorite part was licking her buttocks. She would lie down and let me lick them, and as I licked, I would turn her over and lick her thighs, then lick along the base of her thighs to her vulva…

I didn't do that today, not because I didn't want to, but because my penis was in a hurry. I couldn't control myself and hugged my mother tightly, disregarding her feelings. I thrust deeply, pulled out, and then thrust in again...

"Ah, Mom...it feels so good...Mom...ah...it's so good..." I was completely absorbed in the pleasure, my mind filled only with my mother's plump breasts.

My mother closed her eyes tightly, her hands resting peacefully on either side of the pillow, her face flushed as she turned to one side. She clearly wasn't comfortable facing me naturally yet, but her position was perfect; I could ravage her to my heart's content, my penis penetrating her body to reap the pleasurable sensation I had always longed for.

"Oh...oh...oh..." My mother's moans were soft and short, intermittent.

"Son, be gentle... oh... don't rush..."

"Mom! It feels so good!" I thrust my penis in and out forcefully. After a dozen or so thrusts, I started making sounds from beside my mother's breasts. The sound was both strange and familiar. I liked this sound; I had heard it many times before. Three years ago, I often secretly went to my parents' bedroom door to eavesdrop. I remembered one of my parents' conversations about this. I heard that unique "sizzling... sizzling..." sound from the doorway.

"Honey, be gentle."

"Wife, the harder I thrust, the more comfortable it feels."

"Honey, it's not that I don't want you to thrust, I'm afraid our son will hear, it's too loud."

"It's okay, he's still young, he doesn't understand adult matters." "He's

not young anymore, it's better to be careful, honey, pull your penis out so I can wipe it."

"Wipe what? I just love this little bag of fluid inside you, wife, push harder and let me put some more in."

"Keep it in, it's all leaking out, the sheets are all wet."

"It's okay, wife, as long as you let my son have his way, I'll wash the sheets tomorrow."

"You said it, honey, I've never lacked this stuff."

"Okay, really good, wife... I'm all about this little bag of fluid, ah... so comfortable... oh wife... I wish I could die inside your little cunt, wife, your little pussy is so tight. I've been fucking for days, oh—it's so fucking comfortable..."

"Look at you, so pathetic! None of you men are any good, except for your... well, you know. Women who have this thing are unlucky to be born with, always getting into your messes." Mom said the same things to Dad, and she said them to me too. But even though she said it, whenever I shamelessly climbed into her bed, she lost all her will. In her words, I was her nemesis. She would complain, and I would just do what I wanted, rubbing her breasts and scratching her... having a great time. Don't be fooled by Mom's experience in this area; women's common traits are unchangeable. As soon as my penis entered her, she would immediately go limp and lie obediently beneath me. "Wife, don't be upset. I'll kowtow to you after I'm done."

I understand Dad's feelings very well now, because I've been enjoying his woman, my mom. There's only one mom, and only one emperor. Dad's done, and so have I.

The feeling of comfort was indescribable. Compared to my dad, I was obsessed with my mom's side topics, to the point of being frequent and crazy.

Sometimes my mom tried to restrain me, but in the end, she couldn't resist me. After all, my mom loves me, I am her precious darling. Besides, everything has a process. Women are weak after all, even a virtuous woman like my mom. The most crucial one is me. I am the most important person in her life. My dad and sister and everyone else can't compare to me. My audacity tore apart my mom's dignity and chastity.

Men like to use their penises to conquer women, especially beautiful women. My mother is beautiful; everyone who has seen her praises her without reservation. Even though she is forty years old, she always gets the most attention on the street. But no one knows that a woman as seemingly pure and elegant as her would be burdened with incestuous relations with her own son.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

This fucking sound really drives me crazy. I am so excited and happy because I made this sound. I can also make my mother's penis "sizzle" like my father does. I can also be moistened by my mother's juices.

"Mom, I love you, I'll always love you."

"Don't say anything, Mom knows you like it, Mom won't let you down."

Mom's words are true. My relationship with my mom has been like this for over a year. In bed, Mom has never disappointed me. All Mom needs to do is open her legs. She doesn't need to cooperate. All she needs to do is kick my penis with her plump, smooth, and always-filled vagina. Mom's little pussy fascinates me. I think it's simply "the best in the world." I don't know how many people in the world have the same feelings as me regarding their own mother's vagina, but I think they would have the same feelings as me.

My mother's warm embrace enveloped my penis, and I thrust in and out, each thrust harder than the last. The intense pleasure overwhelmed me, contorting my face. My mother sensed it; experience told her I was about to ejaculate.

"Oh...oh...son...are you about to cum?"

"Mom, ah...I don't want to cum...I want to...ah..." I tried to control myself, but I couldn't stop. The exquisite pleasure had completely robbed me of my reason.

"Eat...eat..." Mom buried her face in my chest: "Silly boy, don't push yourself."

I braced myself on the bed, panting heavily, as I thrust my penis deep into Mom's side. Mom's breasts swayed beneath me: "Mom, it's too fast, it feels so good."

"Eat...eat...you haven't had it for several days and you keep going like this...eat, it's bound to be fast."

"Mom...it feels so good, I can't stop."

"Then don't stop, just cum."

"Mom...ah...can you feel anything?"

"Yes...eat...Mom feels pretty good, just cum if you want to, don't worry about Mom."

"Mom...ah...ah...can I cum inside? Ah..."

"Okay, Mom, take your medicine later... It's not the first time, oh..."

As soon as Mom finished speaking, I pressed my penis firmly against her lower body, letting out a soft "Ah..." as my body trembled and I began to ejaculate beside her. Mom also let out a low moan, her smooth arms tightly encircling my neck. I felt that familiar, wonderfully pleasurable sensation of her warm, contracting flesh gripping my penis. I loved this feeling; my sister had given me this feeling before, but Mom was much more experienced. Every time she squeezed me, it made me feel incredibly happy. I gently kissed Mom's flushed cheek.

Mom gave me a charming look: "Eat... is it comfortable?"

"It's so comfortable!" I exclaimed sincerely. Still not satisfied, I thrust my slightly limp penis a few more times beside Mom.

"Eat, son, it's all soft now."

"Not enough..." I continued to rub, the pleasure still intense. Suddenly, Mom pushed me: "It's flowing—it's flowing out, quick!...Quick!" She pulled a pillowcase from under her neck. Our pillowcases are all pure cotton. Mom often didn't have time to prepare before I pushed her down on the bed. There was always a bag of water next to Mom, making a splashing sound when she got up. I especially liked hearing that sound. Mom let me have my way, letting me pull my penis out completely and then put it back in. This often dragged out all the lustful fluid from Mom's vagina and it flowed down her cleft.

My mom is very clean. As soon as she felt herself getting wet, she would grab a pillowcase and make me pull out my penis to wipe it. But most of the time, I would continue without stopping her, so she always said I was disobedient and being naughty. But she had no choice but to keep her legs wide open and wait for me to finish before wiping.

I quickly propped myself up, looking at my mom with a mischievous smile. My mom twisted her clean body and laboriously arched her back to tuck the pillowcase under her buttocks to cover our genitals. I often wondered how my mom could do such a difficult position when I was on top of her. I definitely couldn't do it, but it also proved the flexibility of my mom's body.

"What are you looking at! You're already feeling good, why don't you pull your dick out?"

"No!" I protested.

"How can Mom wipe if you don't pull it out! Hurry... it's leaking again!"

Mom lightly slapped my butt: "Your dick is too small to stop it, hurry up, listen to me! It's so wet and uncomfortable, I'll wipe you before you come in."

"Really? Mom, I want to again later."

"When have I ever lied to you, be good! Listen to me, or I won't let you in later."

"Okay!" But I wanted to do it again, so I forcefully pushed my dick into Mom's vagina, and Mom was caught off guard: "You!" But I immediately pulled my dick out with a "pop!" and got off Mom.

"You little devil!" Mom, not even bothering to scold me, quickly covered my penis with a pillowcase, sat up, got out of bed, and ran to the bathroom, swaying her snow-white buttocks. She said, "You go wash your penis too."

"Wash what?" I mumbled, but still reluctantly went to the bathroom. I was worried Mom would be angry. In bed, I could enjoy all the pleasure I wanted on Mom, but once I got out of bed, she became my mother. Besides, I would have to beg Mom to give in to me later. I said before that I would do anything as long as I could be by Mom's side, even washing my penis was nothing. Mom and I have been sleeping in the same bed for a year now, except at the beginning when she wouldn't let me in during her period.

Basically, I want to have sex with my mom every day as soon as her period stops. She never objects, only limiting the frequency, saying I'm still growing and she's worried about my health. Of course, using condoms is inevitable; safety first. After all, she's my mom, and we sleep together every day, which is something I shouldn't be seen in public. But I don't remember which day I forgot, only that Mom couldn't find a condom. She scolded me, saying I used up a box of condoms in less than three days, and blamed myself for forgetting to buy more.

I asked what to do, and she said maybe we shouldn't do it today. But I wouldn't agree. You see, although she didn't wear a condom the first time, I secretly drugged her with sleeping pills and raped her while she was asleep. I was already nervous, the encounter was very short, and I even ejaculated before she could even arouse me. Now that the opportunity had come, how could I let it slip by?

I stubbornly insisted, half-jokingly pinning Mom down on the bed, pulling down her panties while touching her already wet side. Mom laughed and struggled under me, but it was no use against me, who was experienced enough. I braced my legs between Mom's legs, straddled her, and thrust my penis in.

Mom exclaimed, "You adorable little devil!" I remember that was the first time Mom called me "little devil." From then on, whenever I got fierce and passionate, she would call me "little devil." And I must say, when she called me that, I would relax and soften my movements as if to be gentle.

I stood right next to my mom, and I truly felt the difference between not wearing a condom and something else entirely. It was so much more comfortable than having a layer between us. Flesh against flesh, my penis soaked and moistened by her slippery vaginal fluids, a feeling of indescribable pleasure washing over me.

My mom also willingly opened her legs wide, exposing her hips to me, obediently accommodating and accepting me. As I was about to ejaculate, I became a little nervous. My mom sensed it and gently said to me, "Son, ejaculate inside. It'll feel better if you ejaculate inside."

I asked if it was okay. My mom said sure, since it's already like this, what else could I do? We'll buy condoms and some pills tomorrow.

I asked what kind of pills, and my mom said, of course, birth control pills. Suddenly feeling a surge of emotion, I told my mom, "Then Mom, you can just take your pills every day from now on. I think it feels so good not to wear a condom." Mom said, "You wish!" Just

as Mom said that, I ejaculated. I held Mom's buttocks tightly and thrust hard against her side, ejaculating with great pleasure and satisfaction. From then on, I loved not wearing condoms. That night, I had sex with Mom six times. Mom completely let go and submitted to me all night until I ejaculated all my semen.

Even the next morning, I wanted my mom again, and she opened her legs for me, full of energy once more, even though she was exhausted and sleepy. Half-asleep, she leaned against me and said, "My little darling, you're going to kill me... yeah... Mom will let you, Mom will make you feel good... you loving little darling... that's enough, Mom, go buy some condoms and pills, Mom will make you unable to get up..."

I said, "Mom, I want more even after you take the pills." Mom said, "Okay, I'm going all out, and so am I," saying she'd let me have my fill as long as I wanted. I did buy birth control pills, but I didn't buy condoms because I felt that my mom and I no longer needed condoms, at least I didn't want to wear those tattered condoms next to her anymore. When we got home, Mom took her medicine and then we cuddled and fell asleep. We slept until noon. When Mom wanted to get up, I hugged her and wanted to stay with her, but she couldn't, so she spread her legs for me.

Later, Mom went to shower and cook. While we were eating, she told me that I had made her erection swollen, and asked me why I hadn't bought condoms. I said I wouldn't wear condoms anymore, which made Mom angry, and she pinched me again. That night, I was still full of energy and was very active with Mom. Mom said that I didn't have to wear condoms anymore, but I had to be moderate and not be so insatiable.

After that, my mom and I stopped using condoms because we were both thin. One advantage of my mom taking the pills was that she stopped menstruating, which made things easier for me. However, my mom told me that taking birth control pills all the time would make me gain weight. I told her I didn't care, but in fact, even after all this time, my mom's figure is still slim and just as good as my pretty sister's.

As for my sister, I have to use condoms on her, but I don't have to worry about that. My sister is a nurse, and she's just as meticulous as my mom. Sometimes when she goes back to her parents' house for a few days, she'll go to a sex shop beforehand to buy several boxes of condoms. Why buy so many? The reason is simple: because I'm very capable. If she comes back for three days, I'll take care of her for three days; if she stays for a week, I'll be busy for seven days. One box wasn't enough. In fact, most of the condoms my mom and I used were bought by my sister, which is why my observant sister found out that my mom and I were having sex.

She noticed that we were running low on condoms, and since Dad had been hospitalized for over a year, Mom shouldn't be having sex. My sister was very open-minded. Once, while Mom was visiting Dad in the hospital, my sister and I were in her old room. She leaned close to me and asked, "Brother, did you and Mom have sex?"

I was shocked and asked her how she knew. She said the brand of condoms she bought for me had changed. Sure enough, my mom and I had used all the rest.

My sister said, "Brother, I don't care about you. Mom is so pitiful."

I asked, "How is Mom pitiful?"

My sister then told me about Dad's illness. It was only then that I learned Dad had that disease and that he couldn't function properly afterward.

I was overjoyed when I heard that. It was exactly what I wanted! If Dad couldn't function anymore, then Mom's incontinence would be entirely mine! I had always been bothered by Mom's efforts as a wife to help Dad pass away, but now I was relieved.

I was even happier about my sister's incontinence. She jokingly said I was taking over Dad's place and being Mom's incontinence. I pressed my lips against her and asked, "Sister, what about you?" She blushed and nestled under me, saying, "Brother, I love you, I love you."

I then asked, "What about brother-in-law?"

She said she would divorce him for me.

And it really came true; she and her husband divorced and she moved back home. She never remarried, just like my mother. Shortly after my father died, I won the lottery. We moved to a faraway city and continued living with my mother. Meanwhile, I married my sister and had a son who was remarkably normal and intelligent. The little guy resembled me a lot, with incestuous blood flowing through his veins. When he was sixteen, he imitated me and gave his mother two sleeping pills to my sister's wife. My sister's wife accepted the same fate as my mother and maintained a sexual relationship with her son.

I turned a blind eye to this, but my sister-in-law respected me greatly. She always asked for my permission before letting my son have sex with her. If I objected, she wouldn't allow it. If I agreed, she would even take off her clothes to serve me first before going to my son's room. My sister-in-law had her own explanation for this, saying I had "priority," and my mother agreed.

However, one time my sister-in-law told me that my son was trying to seduce his grandmother. I was furious and set a rule: my sister-in-law wouldn't let my son have sex with her for a whole month. This was unacceptable; no one but me could touch my mother. I told my mother about this when I was thinner, and her response was: "Isn't he just like you? But that brat, no chance at all." But that's all in the past.

As I mentioned before, my sister knew about my relationship with Mom, and I also told Mom about my sister and me getting thinner. Thankfully, Mom didn't object, since she and I were having an affair too. However, things became public one night when Mom went to the hospital. I couldn't wait and started sleeping on the sofa in the living room with my sister. Just then, Mom came back from the hospital and saw us as soon as she opened the door. My sister was terrified and struggled to get off me, but Mom said, "Okay, okay, I know everything. You two can play now, I'm going to cook." As Mom walked towards the kitchen, she turned back and asked, "Did you use a condom?"

I said I did, and pulled my penis out of my sister's genitals to show Mom. Mom said I was shameless. That night was incredibly hectic. While watching TV, Mom said she was going to bed, and my sister pulled a condom from under the sofa and winked at me. I understood, of course, and went to her side where she put it on me. Mom went into the bedroom first, and I followed right behind. Mom seemed a little embarrassed, but I didn't care. I hugged her and got into bed. Mom said to put on a condom, and I said my sister had put one on for me. Mom said, "You slut," and then she spread her legs for me.

After Mom finished, my sister went to lie down when I came out, so I ran to her room to have sex with her. After that, my sister felt unsatisfied and ran back to Mom's room for another round. At that time, Mom said, "My little darling, running back and forth between this and that, aren't you afraid of getting tired?" I said, "Mom, why don't you let my sister come over so I can have sex with her too?"

Mom said, "I miss you so much, if I miss you, I'll just have sex with her. Even if

we're together, we have to do it one at a time, so it won't feel awkward. Both rooms are yours. If you miss Mom, come over; if you miss your sister, go over. You're just going to exhaust yourself, my dear little darling." Speaking of which, back then, Mom used to wear condoms, but now she doesn't need to. But every time she finishes, we have to wash. Mom washes, and I have to wash too. This is a rule set by my clean-loving mom, and it can't be changed.

Mom really didn't go back to the hospital that night. Since my sister was there, we were all at ease, so we didn't have any worries in bed. I ejaculated very quickly the first time. It wasn't from nervousness, but because I hadn't been with Mom for several days. Mom understood me very well. Our affair of over a year had made her know me very well. She brought me hot water to wash my penis, and as she washed it, it got hard again.

When Mom went to get more water, I didn't let her. I pulled her onto the bed and started touching her randomly, my mouth also busy sucking on her nipples. Mom didn't object. She chuckled and tacitly opened her legs, letting her tears fall on me. I then lay on top of Mom again and started... This time I was very relaxed, constantly urging my mother on. She responded to me, making me feel very comfortable. Just as I was about to ejaculate, she told me to stop if I didn't want to. I actually managed to control myself in time, stopping my thrusting inside her. This was impossible before; it seems that over a year of sex with my mother has made me quite advanced.

"Was it good?" my mother asked.

"Yes, it was really good! How about you, Mom?" I said sincerely, while kissing her lips.

Mom, her face flushed, gently returned the kiss: "Mom felt pretty good too."

"Mom, I almost came just now, thank goodness."

"Hey, you naughty boy, all you ever do is talk nonsense. I've taught you before, when you feel good, you don't care about anything else. Just stay here and don't move, talk to me."

"Okay, Mom! Is it because I'm still young?"

"Hey...no, it's not that, you naughty boy. I've given you this for over a year, actually...actually you're already pretty good."

"Really? Mom, then why do I always feel like I'm going to come after ten minutes?" "My

little rascal! Ten minutes is too short, it's normal. The books say that a man's uninterrupted ejaculation is this long, unless..."

"Unless what? Mom, tell me."

"Unless...unless the man gets old."

"Why?"

"Mom doesn't know, anyway...that's what the books say: 'When men get old, their pleasure decreases, their stamina isn't what it used to be, so they stop and start, and the duration is relatively longer.' Mom thinks it makes sense."

"I see, Mom. What about Dad? Who lasts longer?"

"You naughty boy, I knew you'd ask that. You weren't good at first, but Mom thinks you can...unless..."

"Haha, Mom! So you're saying I'm better than Dad!"

"Naughty boy, don't talk about your dad like that. We've already wronged him enough."

"Hehe...Mom, what do you think Dad's reaction would be if he knew I'm like him?"

"How do you feel? My little darling, he was already on his deathbed. If he knew what I was doing to you, he'd be so angry he'd vomit blood and die on the spot."

"That's true. We absolutely can't let Dad know."

"Nonsense! My little darling, not only your dad, but your sister too. No one but your sister can know."

"Don't worry, Mom. After Dad's gone, you'll be mine. You won't remarry, will you?"

"My little darling!" Mom hugged me tightly: "Mom is yours now. I've given myself to you, so I'm yours. Remarry? What remarriage? I feel disgusted just thinking about those stinky men. After Dad's gone, Mom will live with you. Mom will cook for you, Mom will wash your clothes, and when you get married and have children, Mom will take care of them." "

I don't want to!" I said firmly.

"You don't want to?!" Mom opened her beautiful eyes wide, and I could even feel her trembling.

"Hehe... Mom! I don't want you to work so hard, I just want you to do one thing."

"My little darling! You scared me to death." Mom immediately understood what I meant, and a happy smile spread across her face: "Son, as long as you don't mind that Mom is old, Mom will always let you... eat..."

"Mom isn't old, Mom will never be old in my eyes, promise me, I will always be by your side."

"Good son." Mom hugged my neck with emotion and whispered in my ear: "Mom promises you, Mom is yours, and so is I. You can be yourself whenever you want, do whatever you want. Your father is gone, and Mom will spend her whole life protecting you and letting you be the only one. Mom is willing to let you have her, and even if you die, Mom will still be willing."

"Mom, I'd rather die than let you die! I'd die first, and then die comfortably beside you!"

"Eek... Mom won't let you die. If you die, Mom will die too. Mom only wants you to be Hanfu."

"It's okay, Mom, I'll die willingly even if Hanfu dies. In our next life, let's not be mother and son, but husband and wife. I still want your side."

"Okay, Mom will be your wife in the next life. My side is already yours, and I'll still let you have it."

"Mom, I love you!"

"Eek..." Mom poked my forehead with her finger: "Shameless! Stop trying to sweet-talk me. I know what you really love."

"Hehe! What is it, Mom?"

"You rascal! You love hearing your mom say shameless things. Make me shameless too, just like your dad!"

"Mom, do you and Dad do this too?" I asked, eager to hear it. "Mom, tell me about it."

"Eat, eat, what's there to hear? It's just how it is between husband and wife."

"I really want to hear it, Mom, tell me, what do you and Dad do?"

"What else could it be? That's how it is."

Mom tilted her head back, coiling her long, glossy hair completely onto one side of the pillow, her beautiful face radiating contentment. Because I hadn't ejaculated yet, my penis remained hard beside her, but Mom showed no displeasure or complaint. For over a year, through my relentless efforts and tireless, repeated ravaging, I had almost worn down Mom's reserve and personality. In daily life, I respected her; she was a kind mother. But once I coaxed her into bed, she was simply a gentle and submissive woman. From coercion to acceptance, I gradually won Mom's heart.

Perhaps the word "licentious" shouldn't be used to describe my mother, but she was indeed very indulgent and accommodating when we were in bed. Whenever I wantonly violated her, her blushing face was the most beautiful face in the world, and the sounds of our intercourse, combined with her continuous moans, were the most beautiful music in the world. In bed, my mature yet gentle mother could make me feel like I was in heaven. Now I can truly understand the meaning of the saying, "With her between the legs, even a man would be a ghost of pleasure."

I was practically obsessed with my mom's pussy. I loved the night and hated the day because at night I could sleep in the same bed with my mom and touch her pussy. I don't know what attracted me to my mom. I especially loved the feeling of my penis inside her vagina. My mom would gently give me sex two or three times a night. Sometimes, even though my mom had already satisfied me, I still wanted more. My penis would often be hard after my mom washed her genitals. My mom would then try to lull me to sleep.

I generally refused, so Mom would turn to the side and offer me one of her thighs, which I would then hold and play with, her bare buttocks intact. In this position, it was obvious that my penis was pointing towards Mom's side, but it was difficult to get it inside. I had tried several times before but failed because it was hard to get close in this position. One hand had to hold Mom's buttocks tightly and pull them up, while the other hand was stuck under her body and useless. My penis just kept wandering around Mom's vulva and couldn't penetrate.

Even though I knew this position was in the book, my mother's gentleness and loving indulgence still made me indulge my lust again. There's no doubt that my mother has experience; she had obviously used this position to serve my father. It's just that because I am her son, she can't completely abandon the reserve a mother should have. Even now, whenever I try to pull down her underwear, she gets shy. To satisfy my preferences, she has to close her eyes and bury her face in my neck to say things like "beer, dick" instead of speaking to me face to face.

But I just love this feeling. I love seeing my mom always shy. Her shyness only fuels my lust. I tirelessly lick her little pussy again and again. I'm gradually getting tired of just the most common sex positions between men and women. All my mom can do is selflessly offer me her beautiful little pussy. If I don't know how, she can only teach me. She says, "Go down a little," and gently presses my head down. I'm smart. At least I understand that there needs to be an angle for the penis to go in. So I go down, and my face is right against my mom's snow-white, full breasts.

So I took a smooth, fragrant nipple into my mouth, and then my mother gently pulled on my penis. I cooperated by moving closer, and then she skillfully twisted her slender waist and pulled her hand back, giving my lower back and pink calves a gentle pull. My penis felt surrounded by the warm, tender flesh of my mother's vagina, and I couldn't let go of her buttocks with my hand; I had to keep holding her tightly like that for a while. I want to thrust into Mom's ass, to thrust as deep as possible into her little hole, the deeper the better...

There are some things you haven't experienced, but once you have, it's easy to learn. Although I can now enter Mom's body smoothly, she mostly helps me. I guess she's afraid I'll go to the wrong place in my haste. Actually, I'm not interested in her asshole. I don't think Mom's asshole is dirty; every part of Mom's buttocks is clean. I think normal people shouldn't do that. A woman's private parts shouldn't be used on her asshole.

I think that's perverted. Although my mother and I are having an incestuous relationship, we're not perverted. We just did what other mothers and sons wouldn't dare to do. My mother and I undoubtedly love each other, and who says a mother and son can't use their bodies to please each other? We did it, and my mother and I are happy. We don't care about others; we only care about ourselves. We don't affect others or cause any harm to society. We'll keep our secret and continue our happiness to the end.

I don't want anyone to influence us. I even believe there are other families like ours experiencing the same thing, so don't worry. First of all, I agree! If you fall in love with your biological mother and receive her love in return, then you and I are equally fortunate. Moreover, I believe that no woman in this world can offer you as selflessly and silently as your mother, and the same applies in bed. The sexual pleasure your mother gives you will be unprecedented and unparalleled, because you only have one mother. Her body and your body are two parts of one body. If you can reunite as one, the joyful fusion will be incomparable.

I often use this position with my mom now. We lie on our sides, embracing each other, caressing each other, then kissing. Naturally, we start making love. However, this position is tiring for both men and women, so we usually only do it for a short while before switching to our usual position. Actually, both men and women know that the best position for sex is the one where the man is on top of the woman with her legs spread. Both can freely express themselves and cooperate, and the penetration is deeper, resulting in intense pleasure.

The position where the woman rides on top of the man is also good. If we had to choose another position, it would be the woman bending over with the man behind her. I really want to ask my mom if she would let me be behind her, but I've never dared to.

My mother was the type of woman who wasn't "big" in any particular area, but every part of her body was perfectly proportioned and just right. In their words, "a little extra weight would be just right, a little less would be just right." Her breasts were white, firm, and full. I even doubted that she had ever breastfed me, as her areolas and nipples were still slightly upturned. I often touched my mother's breasts when no one was around, but in bed, I always used my mouth to enjoy them.

I have a particular fondness for my mother's buttocks. When she's wearing pants, she seems to have a small bottom, which I happen to like. But when she's naked for me, her small bottom becomes quite large, round and snow-white, very cute, smooth and soft to the touch. I not only caress it, but I also kiss it, almost making it a daily routine. At first, my mother wouldn't allow it, but after a while, she gave in. She often said to me, "You little rascal, I've given you all my money, I can't control you, so don't be too outrageous."

But how could I control myself? Later, it escalated to the point where I even kissed her cheek. Of course, Mom wouldn't allow it, saying it was dirty. But I didn't find it offensive at all; on the contrary, I thought Mom deserved it. She brought me so much joy with her cheek, so what was wrong with kissing her cheek? Mom laughed at me, saying I was shameless and had no backbone, just like Dad. That's when I realized Dad had done the same thing. So

I told Mom, "Mom, whatever Dad did with you, I'll do with you. I don't care about being shameless with you. You are my everything, my life."

"Mom will say it again, I can't control you anymore, I have no right to control you, I'll give in to my son, I'll shamelessly do it."

I laughed and said, "Mom, it's not that you're giving in to me, it's that I insist on having your side."

Mom said, "Isn't that the same thing? Your mother, Mom, you're such a troublesome little devil."

I said, "Mom, I'm a devil of love."

Mom said, "The same thing, anyway, you're not a thing."

I said, "Mom, if I'm not a thing because of love, then what about Dad? What about other men? Aren't they all involved?"

Mom said, "What business is it of ours if other people's affairs are none of our concern? You're worrying unnecessarily. I'm telling you, you're not..." "They're saying you're not normal, that you're related to your own mother and your own sister."

I laughed, "Mom, it's their fault for not knowing their own mother. Besides, Mom, what kind of people aren't there in this world? Maybe there are many others like us who just don't know!"

Mom said, "If all sons are related to their own mothers, wouldn't that be chaos?"

I said, "Chaos? As long as it's comfortable, that's all that matters. If I were God, I'd make it a rule that all sons have to be related to their own mothers."

Mom said, "You make it sound so real. With you doing this, it's become a matter of course for mothers to be related to their sons."

I said, "Yes! Yes! It's only natural, Mom. Haven't you heard? Truth is always in the hands of a minority. Mom, we are the truth!"

Mom said, "Truth my ass! You're just messing around."

Mom was right, I was indeed messing around, but I admitted it, and I was so engrossed in it that I didn't feel any regret. Every night I would ravage Mom with boundless energy, my interest never waning.

It was already very late, and Mom probably sensed it too: "My little darling, it's getting late, you should go to sleep. Mom has to go to the hospital tomorrow."

"Mom, I haven't ejaculated yet." Afraid that Mom would tell me to get down, I quickly got up again, my penis still erect.

"My rascal, when have I ever made you come?" Mom moved her hips to meet my thrusts: "Son, it's not that I don't want you to, it's that I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself." "

And you, Mom, aren't you afraid of hurting yourself?"

"My rascal, I'm a woman, I just need some rest. Men can't do that. If you go all out and drain your body, you can't make up for it. You have to take it slow and steady, you can't just play around for pleasure all the time." "

Mom, I know what I'm doing, it's okay."

"Plop...plop..." Mom's vagina was very smooth, and my penis made a sound with every thrust.

Mom moaned, "Son, deeper...yes...Mom will squeeze you tighter, I'll come soon."

An experienced woman in bed is truly different. It's not just about physical intimacy; she goes far beyond simply opening her legs. It's indescribable; you can only understand it by experiencing it. A mature woman provides the ultimate pleasure from the inside out. Mom's pussy was warm, the tender flesh inside gently enveloping, squeezing, and moisturizing my penis. Each thrust was incredibly tight, as if I was being sucked in—it felt amazing.

My sister is quite good in this area too, after all, she's been married before. But compared to Mom, she's not as skilled and adept. That's the difference between women. It's not enough for a woman to just be pretty. A good woman knows how to serve a man in bed, how to make him happy, how to make him lose himself in pleasure.

"Son... is Mom squeezing tight?"

"Tight! Mom... so tight, it feels so good... ah..." My moans weren't exaggerated, they really felt good. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, my whole body trembling with pleasure.

"Is that enough?" Mom lovingly stroked my buttocks.

"Ah..." I nodded, my face contorted with pleasure.

"Eat, eat... if you can't hold on, just ejaculate." Mom said with a gentle smile.

"Mom, I'm going to go all out!" I gritted my teeth, asking this while my penis was already thrusting forcefully beside my mother.

"It's alright, isn't it?... Ah... Mom can take it." My mother's brows were furrowed, clearly I could cause her pain, but I knew this pain was something she willingly endured, because she didn't try to stop me at all. On the contrary, her legs were now spread even wider, her slender waist arching back, making it easier for me to grab her buttocks and thrust hard beside her.

"Ah!... Ah!..." My moans were filled with trembling pleasure, I tried my best to control myself from grabbing my mother's snow-white, round buttocks with my hands. I was afraid of hurting her, and secondly, I couldn't bear to; to me, they were equally important, they were also my most alluring love.

"Mom!...Good Mommy...It feels so good!...It feels so good!...Mom!...Mom! I can't take it anymore!...I'm going to cum!...Ah!...Ah!..."

"Ah...Cum...Cum, son...Give it to Mommy...Mommy wants...Cum inside Mommy's pussy, cumming inside feels so good!" Mommy encouraged me like that.

She knew I liked it when she boldly called me "son" and such, it was very exciting. So I ejaculated quickly. I pressed against my mother's side and ejaculated with great pleasure. My mother was used to me doing this. She hugged my neck tightly, crossed her legs behind my buttocks, and helped me thrust harder to her deepest point. Even after I finished ejaculating, my mother's vagina remained firmly gripping the base of my penis. The feeling inside was even better; the warm, tender flesh contracted and expanded, giving me an indescribable sense of pleasure.

In my memory, there was only one time I didn't ejaculate inside my mother's vagina. That time was because we ran out of condoms. In pursuit of that even more wonderful pleasure of flesh against flesh, my mother started taking birth control pills for me. I could then confidently and boldly thrust my penis deep into my mother's vagina and ejaculate with great pleasure. Condoms became a privilege reserved for my sister and me.

Actually, Mom had told me that birth control pills weren't 100% safe, but anyway, she still agreed to let me ejaculate inside her every time. My sister encouraged me, saying, "Brother, it's okay, don't worry about Mom being bold. If anything happens, your sister is here." That made sense; my sister is a nurse, so this was a piece of cake for her.

However, I also asked my sister why she wouldn't take birth control pills like Mom did for me. She said, "I can't. I'm going to have children in the future. After I give birth, I'll take the pills too. How can you let me have my way?"

In fact, my sister started letting me not use condoms before she even had children, on the night of our wedding. Of course, no one knew we were siblings because we were already in another city at that time.

That night, my sister said to me, "Brother, don't wear a condom, just like that." Of course, I was happy, and with my penis erect, I went for it. My sister had never been so proactive before. I felt very comfortable, my unprotected penis happily going in and out of my sister's warm little pussy. My sister kept moaning, but she always had a smile on her face.

"Sister, why are you being so nice to me today?"

"Hehe... Brother, I'm your wife now. From now on, I have to listen to you. Whatever you want, I have to give in to you, only to you."

"Unconditionally?" I asked.

"Of course, unconditionally! Brother, I'm your wife and you're my husband. Husband and wife are a natural order. I like it when you want me to be comfortable every day. If I make you uncomfortable, I'm not a good wife. You can hit me, scold me, and I'll make you kneel down!"

"Sister, why are you still calling me brother? Call me husband from now on!"

"Oh, sorry, husband, I keep forgetting!"

"Hehe, wife, why didn't you let me wear a condom today?"

"Hehe... husband, today is our big day. I want you to have a good time. Husband, do you like it?" "

I like it, but what about when I ejaculate?"

"Hehe... husband, if you like to ejaculate inside me, then ejaculate inside me!"

"Wow, wife, what if I get pregnant? We're related by blood!"

"If you get pregnant, I'll have the baby for you, don't worry, honey. I've looked it up, our child might not be deformed. Many children born from consanguineous marriages are very smart."

"Really?"

"Really, honey, you can shoot inside me without worry from now on. Once we have a child, I'll take birth control pills and never let you wear a condom again."

"That's great, honey! You should have been like Mom a long time ago!" I poked my sister's wrist hard.

"Eek... Honey, look how happy you are. Honey, I forgot to tell you, Mom went to the hospital yesterday to get a tubal ligation."

"A tubal ligation? What's a tubal ligation?" Actually, I knew the answer in my heart.

"Eat... Honey, tubal ligation means tying up your fallopian tubes, and then you won't ovulate anymore... Honey, let me explain clearly, so you won't need to take medication for your mother's uterine bleeding anymore."

"That's great, wife. How about you get ligated after we have a child?"

"Okay, honey, whatever you say, I'll do whatever you say. Actually, taking medication isn't good; some people gain weight from it."

"Wife, what will happen to Mom after we get married?"

"Mom will live with us, of course, honey. I understand what you mean. I don't care what you do; you can do whatever you want. I know you love Mom; she's your first woman. Honey, you and Mom are thin, and you won't be jealous, really."

"That's good, wife. Your little chick is pretty good too."

"Eek... Husband, I'm so happy you said that."

"Then wife, let me go all out!"

"Yes, yes, husband, I'll do whatever you want, ah... ah..." I took a deep breath and made my sister moan. When I came, she was limp and could only gasp for breath. My sister wanted to go wash up, but I objected. She was really obedient.

After about ten minutes, I got hard again, and my sister got into position for me again. In her words, this was called fulfilling my duty. A wife should serve her man like this. Of course, I was happy. Before, I had to watch her mood before I could be with her. Now it's the other way around. As long as I'm willing and I like it, I can do whatever I want.

To be honest, my sister made me feel very comfortable and satisfied. She completely treated herself as my wife, without hiding anything or holding back. She brought me hot water to wash my penis, and as she washed it, I got hard again. So my sister considerately asked me, "Honey, do you still want more?"

"What do you think?" I replied, acting like a typical husband.

"I've already done it twice, honey, I'm afraid you'll get tired."

"Then I won't, honey, you should go to sleep."

"Okay, honey, if you still want more, wake me up so I can take care of you."

My sister was actually tired too, and gently nestled in my arms: "Honey, you've worked so hard."

"What's so hard about it, honey? You know I like it."

"Eat... Honey, then I'll serve you every day." My sister gently held my penis in her small hand: "Honey, I love you."

That was the first day of my marriage with my sister, an unforgettable day. But for some reason, I always felt something was missing. Later, I realized it was because I had gotten used to sleeping with my mother in my arms. This made me realize even more how much my mother had sacrificed for me. Although my mother and I weren't husband and wife, she was clearly my wife. Every night, she would lovingly snuggle against me, selflessly letting me enjoy her body. She made me feel like I couldn't live without her. I don't deny that my sister could also bring me great pleasure, but the feeling my mother gave me was truly irreplaceable.

But that's all in the future. Right now, my father is still lying in the hospital. But it seemed like it had nothing to do with me. I was still happy every day; it was a holiday, what else would

I do but play? However, these days it seemed my sister and brother-in-law's marriage had reached its end. My sister simply moved back in, partly to take care of me and partly to help my mother with housework. This was perfect, I couldn't have been happier. Little did I know that I was the main reason for my sister's family breakdown. My sister didn't seem to care about this, and continued to love me as much as ever. I became even more unrestrained, demanding that she give in to me every day. After all, we were at home, and no one would know once the door was closed. My sister always indulged me, seemingly even more so than my mother, rarely refusing my requests. In her own words, "It's all over now anyway."

So much so that later she actually said to me in a tone similar to my mother's, "Brother, why do you love him so much?" But despite saying that, she still indulged me. My brother-in-law used to come and visit at first, but then he stopped. I asked why, and what my sister said really made me happy: "Look at that pathetic state he's in!" I asked what was wrong?

My sister blushed and said, "He can't stand it anymore!" Of course, I knew my sister was teasing me: "Sis, I don't mind."

"No way! You've already signed the papers and you still have the nerve to show your face."

That's when I learned my sister was divorced. I hugged her with a sigh, and she nestled in my arms, whispering, "Brother, I'm yours now, I can't give myself to anyone else." I immediately declared passionately, "Sister, I want you for life." My sister was deeply moved: "Brother, I'll be with you for life, I'll do anything you ask."

Hearing this, I immediately became interested: "Sister, let's celebrate!"

My sister agreed, and as we began to celebrate, I started to undo my sister's belt. My sister immediately understood and didn't refuse. She obediently helped me undress and lay down in a comfortable position... When my sister was doing this, she laughed. I asked her what she was laughing at, and she said, "Celebrating like this, how did you even think of that?"

After my sister came back, I basically never went through those days without a woman again. My mother and sister also tacitly understood each other, and the two of them tacitly went back and forth between home and the hospital. On Monday, a message came from the hospital that Dad was really going to die. I rushed to the hospital, and Dad looked at me for a long time and said, "I have a diary under the bed." Then he closed his eyes.

For almost a week, the family was busy with Dad's funeral. My mother and sister naturally neglected me, crying like a baby all day long. I was also very sensible and didn't dare to ask them for sex. My sister, however, was very understanding. On Saturday night, after dinner, while Mom was washing dishes in the kitchen, she quietly said to me, "Brother, Dad just died, so please bear with it for a while and don't touch Mom."

I asked her if Mom wouldn't let me touch her, and she said, "Mom told me that widows who have just lost their husbands are unlucky, and she wants you to hold back for a few days."

"Sister, I've been holding back for days! Talk to Mom about it, I can't take it anymore."

"Eat, eat!" my sister laughed, "Go watch your TV." With that, she went into the kitchen. I quickly and secretly sneaked to the kitchen door. The conversation between Mom and Sister inside was very clear… “Mom, it’s been almost a week, and my brother…”

“I know,” Mom said. “I’m worried he won’t listen and will insist.”

“Mom, my brother has been anxious for a long time.”

“Hey, you slut, is your brother more anxious or you?”

“Mom! I’m talking to you seriously.”

“Serious? You brat, are our family matters serious? Hey… how about you give it to him tonight?”

“I don’t want to be disliked, I just miss my mom.”

“Did your brother say that?”

“Mom, I can tell.”

“Really? Hey… this kid, he can’t even stand it after just a few days.”

“Mom, let it go, Dad’s gone, don’t be shy about anything, would my brother still care?”

“Of course he doesn’t care, if I didn’t give him a hard time, he would have already…”

"Oh, Mom, it's all his anyway."

"Chichi, that's true, but Mom...Chichi...Mom knows he's pent up. If he sneaks to Mom, Mom will give it to him. Mom can't just...Chichi..."

"Mom, so you'll agree tonight?"

"Agree to what! You slut, you serve him tonight, Mom will wait until tomorrow."

"Why, Mom?"

"Why? Chichi, you know him, he hasn't had it for days, he'll definitely go at it all night, I don't know how many times!"

"Chichi...Mom, what are you afraid of? My brother is obedient, he never tries anything funny. You won't be able to stand it?"

"Chichi...it's not that I can't stand it. Mom has been subjected to him quite a bit. He's satisfied with just one position, again and again. Mom feels sorry for him, not being able to sleep all night."

"Hehe, Mom, don't you want to?"

"Want what? You brat, do you think Mom and you are so shameless that you can't help wanting it after just a few days?"

"Chichi, Mom, it's not that I want it, it's that my brother wants me. He makes a fuss if I don't give it to him."

"That's because you've spoiled him. You're so soft-hearted, you give it to him just because he wants it?

" "How is that something I've spoiled him about? Mom, if I didn't know about my brother and you...I wouldn't dare."

"Didn't he tell you?"

"No, he didn't!" My sister defended me: "I figured it out myself."

"How did you figure it out?"

"Once, when Mom was taking care of Dad in the hospital, my brother ran out of condoms, so I went and bought a box. We used two that night, and the next day my brother wanted more. When I was putting a condom on him..."

"No way, the ones I bought are the same brand as yours, the pictures on the boxes are the same." I bet Mom's face was red at this point.

"Eat, Mom, it's not that you bought the wrong ones, it's that I bought the wrong ones."

"You bought the wrong ones?" Mom didn't understand.

"Yes, when I bought them, I picked them out carefully. I knew my brother uses size 38, but I grabbed the wrong ones. Then one night, my brother kept saying it was uncomfortable, that it was too tight. When I got up, I saw it was size 36. I was going to buy a different size the next day, but I was busy and forgot. The next day, I only remembered I hadn't bought any when I was already undressed. I was about to get dressed and go downstairs to buy some when my brother wouldn't let me. He was in a hurry to do it without a condom. I said no, and he said he could just use size 34. When I put it on him, I felt something was wrong." My brother didn't complain about the tightness when he was using it. After

lying down for a while, he wanted it again, so I looked closely and saw that there were still five size 36 condoms and two size 38 condoms left. I found this strange, because I usually tear them off one by one, and the condoms should all be connected. But the two size 38 condoms were separate. Just as I was wondering about this, my brother urged me, so I didn't think much of it and gave him another size 38 condom. After a while, I noticed that sometimes there would be fewer condoms left. There was no one else at home, so I started to observe carefully.

"You brat!"

"Ouch, Mom, I can't take it anymore, it hurts."

"Serves you right! I hate you, you're no better than your brother."

"Mom, you're being too harsh. I'm a victim just like you!"

"Who's like you! You brat, I don't have as many tricks up my sleeve as you."

"What about me?" my sister asked, puzzled.

"You're just teaching him useless things. He's so young, those positions with his ass sticking out..."

"Chichi, Mom, I didn't teach him those. You can find anything online. My brother learned them by watching."

"You go along with him? Aren't you ashamed? He tells you to ride him, and you ride him?" "

Chichi, Mom, isn't it all the same? I listen to my brother because he likes it. Besides, Mom, what era are we living in? Who only uses one position these days? People even do oral sex."

"Alright, alright, you're getting more and more absurd. What's the point? Mom isn't... Chichi... In the end, those positions are still the most effective. It's ultimately inconvenient for men and women to be on top when doing this kind of thing."

"Chichi, Mom, you're the one who's more convenient. My brother always complains that I put a condom on him."

"You brat, you're comparing yourself to your mother? Aren't all women my age like this?"

"Then why did you and your brother Peng use condoms before?"

"Sigh, it's because I was worried. Actually, I always took pills. I didn't think it was necessary. Ever since your brother was born, your father and I have been taking pills, but I was just worried. The quality of these things isn't good these days. What if it breaks or falls off? Even if it's not that coincidental, it's better to be safe than sorry. You know how he gets when he's in a bad mood, grabbing your butt and grabbing you. It's my fault, really. One day he saw me taking pills, and after saying a few nice things, I don't know why, but I gave in and didn't let him use a condom. Since then, he's refused to use one."

"Hey, Mom, if it were me, I wouldn't use one either. It's still a barrier."

"You brat, if you're so capable, why don't you let him wear it? If he's comfortable, then I'll have an easier time, and I won't have to come to my room every other day."

"Come on, Mom, my brother already told me. He said he can't live without you for the rest of his life. Mom, don't take offense at my harsh words. Dad's gone. We know what's going on in our family. Don't worry about anything."

"You brat, aren't you still here?"

"Me? Mom, I haven't let my brother touch me for several days either."

"Really? I thought you'd been taking care of him these past few days."

"How could I dare, Mom! How could I do that without your permission?"

"Chichi, it's also my fault. You and your brother and sister know this, but I just wasn't in the mood. Your father just died. What would you do in my shoes? I'm just asking him to endure it for a few days. After these few days, I'll still have to let him eat..."

"Mom, what about tonight?"

"Chichi...you brat, what can I say after you've said that? You're already his woman. If he doesn't take the initiative, do you expect me, his mother, to run to his room?" Mom's voice was quite loud, clearly wanting me to hear. But suddenly my sister and mom's voices softened, and I perked up my ears.

"Mom, I've gotten fat lately."

"Fat? Nobody in our family is fat."

"Mom, it's not good to be fat. Won't my brother like it?"

"What do you know, you brat? It's better to be thin. Being thin makes men feel uncomfortable."

"Mom, what if one day my brother wants to not wear a condom?"

"Then don't wear one. I have some medicine. You brat, is it because I don't need him to wear a condom, and you want to compete with me?"

"No, Mom, my brother always tells me that it's so comfortable when we're thin and don't need condoms. Isn't his meaning obvious?"

"You little rascal, you're being hypocritical. What else did he say?"

"Ew...Mom, he said that no matter what, your breasts are always full of water."

"Hey, don't women always have a bag of water in their sacs? Without water, what can a man do? He's all dry and uncomfortable!"

"No, Mom, my brother says I don't have as much as you."

"You silly girl, what do you need so much for? Enough is enough. That thing will increase a little when things get exciting, it doesn't matter."

"Mom, do you have some kind of technique?"

"Mom, what technique? Hey… don't laugh when I tell you, Mom doesn't know why I have so much. It was like this with your dad too. I thought it would decrease as I got older, but it's still the same. It's not a good thing, really."

"Why isn't it a good thing? Mom, the gurgling sound, my brother loves to hear it."

"He likes to hear it, 'Chichi,' what man doesn't like to hear that? You brat! So flirtatious, isn't yours making noise?"

"Chichi, of course it's making noise, Mom, it's making noise, if my brother likes it, I like it."

"Ugh, you're so flirtatious, no wonder you're making noise when you get what you deserve, Chichi!"

"Mom, this isn't flirtatious, this is love. I love my brother, I swore to him that I would only belong to him from now on, everything I have is his." "

Alright, alright, stop being so provocative." I could tell there was jealousy in Mom's words. To be honest, I was really worried that Mom would be unhappy, after all, Mom is the most important person in my heart.

"Mom, you won't blame me, will you?" My sister could obviously tell too.

"Why should I blame you? It was consensual between you and your brother. I don't want to interfere, and I can't. Besides, am I not his mother too?"

"Mom, I know. You've had it tough too. I know about Dad's illness; he can't do it. You're still young."

"Eek, silly girl, you're so perceptive. Actually, your dad wouldn't have been able to do it when he was younger."

"Really?" The older sister became interested.

"Of course! Otherwise, where did you and your brother come from?"

"That's true, Mom, you're so great."

"What's so great about it? It's just like that. Life wasn't easy back then. After dinner, when there was nothing to do, your dad would do it every few days. Eek, I didn't care. As a wife, how could I not allow it? You've been through this yourself. What man doesn't like that?"

"Mom, what happened next?"

"Chichi, what do you mean 'later'? It's just been like that ever since. Your dad's been unable to continue for the last three to five years. At first, Mom gave it to him, but later it really didn't work. After each session, he couldn't recover for a week. Mom tried to persuade him, saying it wasn't that she wouldn't let him, but that his body wasn't suited for it anymore. Your dad was very upset, but he couldn't do anything about it, so he completely stopped two years ago."

"Chichi, Mom, it's been two years since you and your brother

started, right?" "Chichi, Mom knew you'd ask these questions. Speaking of which, Mom will never forget it. It was the day your brother turned sixteen the year before last."

"That was almost two years ago. In two months, your brother will be eighteen. Mom, how did you and your brother... Chichi... who took the initiative?"

"You brat, knowing it was a consultation, why did I take the initiative? Sigh, it's true, I don't know if it was because of your father's illness or what, I was in a bad mood that day, drank two beers and fell into a deep sleep. By the time I woke up, it was too late." "

And then, Mom?" "

And then? And then this happened. I slapped him hard twice, and he behaved. But what else could I do? If this got out, your brother and I wouldn't be able to live. Family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. I made up my mind, and decided to let things take their course. A few days later, I forgave him... tsk tsk... I didn't expect him to turn pale again that night, and my heart softened..." "

Mom, I don't think you did anything wrong."

"Silly girl, it's too late to say anything now. I just wanted to... to... that silly boy gave himself to me like that the first time. He didn't even know what he was doing while I was asleep."

"Yeah, Mom, maybe he didn't even get it inside."

"How could he not get it inside? As a woman, can't we feel whether he did or not? Besides, I have his stuff inside me!"

"Too much, Mom, he's making things easier for himself. What if I get pregnant?"

"He doesn't know anything! He's still the same now."

"Mom, men just want pleasure!"

"Pleasure doesn't mean you can't consider the consequences. I've been very careful, and it's been almost two years without any problems!"

"Mom, didn't you get an IUD?"

"I've been taking medication since I got the IUD, just to be safe! You have to be careful too."

"Don't worry, Mom,"

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Whenever Mom tells me to go to bed early, I know what's going to happen that night, and I naturally obey and go to bed early because I'm happy for them to do so. This Saturday, like tonight, I not only pretended to be asleep, but even snored for a little while.

I was waiting, and it felt like I waited for a long time. Just when I was really about to fall asleep, I heard Mom pull the bed curtains.

"No need to pull them, it's too hot in the summer," Dad said.

"How can I not pull them? If you're hot, don't play," Mom said softly.

"Okay, pull them, pull them," Dad quickly said in a humble voice. "Tear—"

"Thud!" It was the sound of Mom's slippers falling to the ground. Only then did I boldly open my eyes and stare at the pink curtains trembling less than two meters from my bed.

"Go away! What's the rush! Eat—shameless! You're so old and still eating—" Mom's voice was soft, but it didn't escape my ears.

"Mmm—sizzle!—pop!—" That was the sound Dad made, just like the sound I make when I suck on an ice pop.

"Ouch! You again—be gentle—why do you always have to—aren't you ashamed—"

"Not ashamed!" Dad's voice was muffled: "Not ashamed at all—"

"Alright!—alright—you're not in a hurry anymore, are you?—hurry up—we have to get up early tomorrow to cook for the kids."

"Coming! Coming!—from the front or from the back?"

"From the front."

"Okay."

"Be gentle! Be gentle!—oh—"

"Ah!—that feels so good!—" Dad's moans were filled with the pleasure I longed for.

"Keep it down!" Mom whispered.

"It's nothing! I'm asleep, ah!—"

"Why are you yelling! Can't you just bear with it a little?"

"You don't understand, it feels so good, honey. I work hard all day just to come back and please you, to have a good time with you, to let me pamper your little chick." "

Ugh! I'm your wife, it's not like I won't let you. You men, you become so pathetic once you get into bed!"

"Wife, it's all because of your consideration! This is what it means to work hard, even to the point of death, for a lifetime. Wife, I'd die happy to have a wife like you."

Dad was right. Up until now, I really hadn't noticed a woman older than Mom who was even more beautiful. She was fair-skinned, had a great figure, and every man turned his head when she went out. Women admired her, but were even more jealous. A TV station once came to talk to Mom about filming an underwear commercial. Although she refused because she was afraid of showing her body, it undoubtedly proved that Mom was indeed a great beauty.

Even my sister and I benefited from Mom's beauty. Not to mention me, my sister was the famous number one beauty in the city's top high school.

"What you're saying—it's like other people's wives aren't short—isn't it all the same? As long as it's comfortable, that's all that matters."

"That's not the same, wife. Can Xi Shi and Dong Shi be compared?"

"Alright, I can't argue with you. You like it, right?"

"Ah—wife, every time is so comfortable. If my dick could stay in this place all year round at the same temperature, wouldn't it be incredibly comfortable?"

"Tch—you think so? Hasn't your dick been cooped up in there enough? Is it really that good? I don't understand you men, you'd do anything for a woman's sake."

"Good, excellent."

You haven't had enough, have you? I've put up with you for almost twenty years. "

Wife, I still need you for twenty years."

"Forget it, I'll be sixty in twenty years, are you trying to kill me?"

"No problem, wife, with your body you'll be fine even at seventy, ah—so good!"

"Really? A man can still do it at sixty? Eat, eat—"

"Of course, haven't you heard of eating chicken necks, wife?"

"Eat, eat—you're so annoying, you men are all the same. Even if we women can, can you men still do it at that age?"

"Why not? Haha, yesterday I went home to see my parents, I didn't knock, I just walked in and called out, guess what?

My mom came out disheveled, her face as red as hell." "

Oh my god! No way, your dad's so old and still likes this, can he do it?"

"Then tell me what happened? My parents must have hired someone."

"Eat—I don't believe it. Maybe you've already slept with her."

"Haha, that's possible. Come to think of it, my mom doesn't look like she's over sixty."

"Eat—what—are you missing your mom?"

"Hehe, to be honest, I wouldn't have liked my mom when I was young. If my mom let me, I..."

"See? No wonder I noticed your mom's gaze towards you was off. Maybe she's already slept with you, tell me the truth!" Hearing my mom say that reminded me of the time I saw my dad touching my breasts and buttocks. I was only nine years old then.

"No, wife, don't overthink it. I noticed your dad's gaze towards you was also off. Did your dad give in to you too?"

"Wang Delin! Get down here!"

"Oh, honey, you're just joking!"

"What joke? My words are wrong! I was a virgin when I was with you!" Mom said angrily, recalling her past.

"Yes, yes! Honey, the one next to you is my virgin. You're in such good shape, how could I bear to let someone else have you? When you squeeze me, my soul almost flies away!"

"Ew—you rascal!—Be gentle!"

"Okay, okay, I'll be gentle." —"Honey, what if one day I can't perform anymore?" "

Then I'll let someone else—eat—"

"That won't do!"

"I was just joking, honey, don't worry, if you can't perform anymore, I'll cry myself to death." "

That still won't do. I told you, you're in such good shape, it would be such a waste to sew you up."

"Ew—what then? Don't even mention it—I feel disgusted just seeing those men's lecherous eyes."

"Hehe, honey, I'll find you someone!"

"Ugh, you make it sound so real, who?"

"Right in the distance, but right in front of you!"

"Who?" My heart pounded as Mom asked. Sure enough, Dad said, "Your son."

"Wang Delin, you're here again!"

"Just kidding, just kidding."

"Ugh—hurry up!"

"Don't rush me, don't rush me, I'm about to cum."

"Sizzle—sizzle—" I heard that sound of sucking on an ice pop again, but I was sure it wasn't a sound made by his mouth. "

Wife, your side is still so wet!"

"You know that, yet you still push so hard, aren't you afraid our son will hear?"

"This is so satisfying—ah—"

"Don't keep pulling, it won't be noisy if you move back and forth."

"I know that, but I can't help it, it feels so good—besides, you haven't climaxed yet."

"What climax or climax, as long as you feel good, hurry up, I haven't taken my medicine yet."

"It's okay, I'll take it later, it's the same."

"Sizzle—pop—sizzle—pop—"

"Ah!—ah!—ah!—" I heard Dad's trembling groans. —After a while, I saw Mom stick her head out of the curtain and look in my direction, I quickly closed my eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Mom got out of bed and quietly dragged a basin of water from under the bed. She then picked up the thermos next to

her, weighed it in her hand, and poured some hot water into the basin. In the dim moonlight, I saw Mom squatting over the basin, her smooth, white bottom exposed, splashing water between her legs with her hand. I thought to myself, "Mom, isn't the water cold? The thermos was empty, but I filled it up on purpose because I was afraid the cold water would upset you, Mom. I love you more than Dad does." As I thought this, Mom got back into bed and pulled the curtains shut.

I heard Dad talking again.

"Think about what I'm about to say."

"What is it?"

"It's about your son."

"Okay! Sleep in a little longer tomorrow, it's Sunday. Go to your overtime job. When you leave, call your son over. I'll let him have his way. Aren't you jealous? I want to see if your son's little dick is good enough for me."

I can, Mom, I can, I shouted in my heart.

"Little dick! You, as his mother, don't know, but I know perfectly well!"

"What now?"

"What? I was taking a bath with him the day before yesterday, and his dick is just as big as mine."

"Really? He's only seventeen."

"You won't believe me, just wipe it and you'll see, I guarantee it'll be full of saliva."

"Eh, fine, I'll wipe it. Even if he's bigger than you, I'm not afraid. You can work overtime, and don't come home tonight. It's no use coming home anyway. As soon as you leave, I'll let our son have him. I'll sleep with our son tonight, and I'll let him have his way in front of you."

"Haha, don't worry, when I was young, I never did it six times in one night. My son is fine too. It's settled then."

"Settled my ass!"

"You're annoying again! I'm not talking to you anymore."

"Damn it, is it all over?! What is this?! Let me tell you, as long as my son likes me, maybe one day I'll really give in to him. Then you'll have to ask my son if he agrees to let me go!"

"I have plenty!"

"Fine, starting tomorrow, don't you dare touch me again! Go home to your mother's house!"

"None of your business!"

At this point, I felt I should speak up. It was obvious that if I pretended not to hear such a loud noise, I would give myself away: "Mom!

What are you two arguing about?!"

"It's nothing, son, go to sleep. What is this?!" That was Dad's voice after that.

Mom put on her pajamas, got out of bed, and came over to lie down next to me: "Mom will sleep with you tonight, go to sleep, sweetie!" I was extremely excited.

"Do something you can, that would be great!" Dad called again, and somehow he got up too. He put on his clothes, looking like he was about to leave.

"I'll do it! Be good." Mom always spoke to me gently: "Go to sleep!"

"Dad, where are you going?"

"I'm going to your grandma's." Dad said irritably, opening the door and leaving.

"Don't come back! Son, let's sleep in the big bed!" Mom pulled me up, and I was overjoyed. Mom's crying in the middle of the night bothered me; she was clearly still thinking about Dad, which made me very upset. Even though Mom was holding me, her heart wasn't with me.

At that moment, I almost told Mom about Dad touching my breasts and buttocks. Perhaps it was too late, because I drifted off to sleep.

[The End]

It was raining heavily outside. My mother came home from the hospital very late, her body almost completely soaked. Our house is a decent size, about 80 square meters, with a separate toilet and bathroom.

As soon as my mother came in, she started changing. Since it was summer, she was wearing very little, but she didn't shy away from me. Because now I'm not just her son anymore, and in the past year, she's been able to be naked in front of me quite naturally.

I took my mother's pajamas and, when she was completely naked, I seized the opportunity to wrap them around her. My hands naturally cupped her round breasts from behind.

Mom gave me a relieved look, wiggled her bottom, and blushed slightly. "Have you eaten? Mom will make some food."

"Yes." I hugged Mom. "How's Dad?"

"Sigh... he's not going to make it. The doctor said he can only hold on for a month at most." A hint of worry flashed across Mom's face.

"Mom, don't worry too much."

"But what's there to worry about? It's been almost two years, I've been prepared, and so have you. He was going to leave sooner or later, worrying won't help. You're the one who's making me worry. It's been a week, and I'm worried you're not eating or sleeping well."

"I'm fine, Mom, I'm eating well, I just can't sleep well." I simply put both hands inside my mother's pajamas and stroked her smooth, soft bottom.

My mother didn't show any objection. She nestled gently in my arms and lightly pinched my nose with her delicate hand: "Look at you, so pathetic. It's only been a week. Can't you go see that little slut just because Mom's not home? It's not like Mom won't let you!"

"I went, but Qiaojie was pregnant."

"So what if it's on your body? It's the same for you when Mom's on her period... You only feel sorry for your sister, but Mom has to suffer?"

"No, Mom... it's my sister. She insisted I wear a condom, but after a few times it wasn't comfortable at all..."

"Didn't you always wear condoms with her? Why do you feel uncomfortable now?"

"I don't know, I just feel like my sister isn't as tight as you."

"You little rascal, you better be careful, don't ejaculate inside. She's different from Mom. Mom just wants to save trouble. I didn't expect you to like the feeling of not wearing a condom so much."

"Mom, as long as you're willing to give it to me, I'll like it even with a condom."

"Go away! You're all talk and no action. It's been almost a year, how many times has your mom worn a condom? You

're a completely different person once we're in bed. Wearing a condom? You just grab my dick and go for it, with all that force, like you want to put your whole body inside me."

"It's because it feels good!"

"Bullshit! Men don't feel good! But even if it feels good, you can't just go for it like that, not caring if it hurts or not, just thrusting in like crazy!"

"But later, Mom even let me go harder!"

"That's later. It didn't work at first, but then Mom got lubricated. Anyway, you just won't listen. How many times have I told you? Being gentle is just as good, isn't it? You always say you haven't had enough before you ejaculate, but you're so forceful right from the start, no wonder it's so fast!"

"How was I supposed to know there was so much to it?"

"I've been lenient with you for a year, and you're so inconsiderate."

Mom poked my forehead with her hand: "See if you spoil me now, who will still be lenient with you!"

"Hehe! And my sister too."

"Nonsense... Your sister said she can't stand how fierce you are right from the start."

"Hehe, Mom, I only know that being with you is so comfortable, so happy, so enjoyable. My sister is nothing compared to you." "

Eat... You naughty boy, stop trying to sweet-talk me. I'm going to sit on the sofa for a while. I'm exhausted from the hospital."

"I'll carry you!"

I picked up Mom like a husband carrying his wife. But as I carried Mom, my hard penis pressed against her waist, and Mom immediately felt it.

"Chichi...son, why don't you carry Mom to bed?"

I immediately understood what my mother meant. "Mom, I'm not in a hurry."

"How can you not be in a hurry? Your dick is rock hard, you're obviously in a hurry. Come on, let's go to bed."

"Okay!" I carried my mother into the bedroom... "You, Mom is your woman, why are you being so polite?"

"Mom, I just can't bear it. Aren't you very tired?"

"It's okay, you haven't had sex for a week, Mom knows you miss it."

"Mom, you're so good."

"Chichi...son, don't be shy. Mom has known you for so long, Mom understands you. When Mom is home, you're always here. It's been a week, of course I miss you."

"Hehe...Mom, I'm going crazy."

"Serves you right, couldn't you have made a phone call? Mom could have been back in less than fifteen minutes. I thought your sister would come and take care of you these days."

As I spoke, I gently placed Mom on the bed. Mom moved a little further into the bed: "Close the door tightly, lock it!"

"What's there to be afraid of? Dad is in the hospital, no one can come in except my sister." But I still turned around and locked the door.

"Eat...you're right, Mom's used to sneaking around with you all the time." Mom said this, taking off her only nightgown...I quickly climbed onto the bed and hugged Mom: "Hey!"

"Shh!...You rascal...what are you yelling about? Aren't you afraid someone will hear?"

"Hehe...Mom, who among the men and women of marriageable age isn't there?"

"Bullshit! Other men's wives are their natural right, but what about you?... "Mom pinched me and glared at me with her beautiful eyes: "You rascal...yours is your own mother, how can it be the same? You and Mom are committing incest, if others find out you won't be able to live. How many times have I told you? You just don't know how to be careful!"

"Mom, I know I was wrong, okay?" I said, and started to spread my mother's snow-white thighs. My mother didn't resist at all, and actively spread her legs. My mother's plump and tender vulva made me swallow hard. After all, I hadn't had it for a week. I was so excited that I trembled all over and couldn't wait to show my hard penis. "Wait..." My mother grabbed my penis... "What's wrong? Mom..."

"Eat... look how impatient you are... Have you washed it?"

"I have!" I was about to go crazy: "I wash it every day."

"That's good, eat... What's wrong with developing good hygiene habits? Not washing properly makes women more prone to gynecological diseases." Saying this, Mom pulled my penis between her legs, aligning it with her vulva: "Put it in..."

So I gently thrust my penis in, and Mom's vulva settled on it. A warm, moist sensation immediately enveloped me along my penis... "Oh! My little darling!... Gently... Gently!..."

"Ah..." I groaned as I continued to push into Mom's vagina... until my penis was completely inside her vulva.

"Oh..." Mom's brows furrowed; clearly, I had hurt her.

"Mom, does it hurt?" I asked, but my penis was pressed firmly against her. I felt amazing, just like Mom said, I wished I could crawl my whole body into the passage that gave me life.

That feeling was so wonderful. I always thought the first time felt amazing, and I felt so comfortable that I felt like I was floating. My mom and sister seemed to know my preference in this regard. Although they would tell me to be gentle, they would never scold or restrict me. However, I felt that my sister felt more pain than my mom. She would cry out "Ouch!" as soon as I entered her, while my mom was much more reserved.

My mother's hand was stroking the back of my head, while I was eagerly sucking on one of her nipples—a routine I always performed. My mother was always exceptionally clean, at least that's how I perceived it. Her breasts were only part of her body; I loved every part of her. I touched, kissed, and licked her without a care in the world. My favorite part was licking her buttocks. She would lie down and let me lick them, and as I licked, I would turn her over and lick her thighs, then lick along the base of her thighs to her vulva…

I didn't do that today, not because I didn't want to, but because my penis was in a hurry. I couldn't control myself and hugged my mother tightly, disregarding her feelings. I thrust deeply, pulled out, and then thrust in again...

"Ah, Mom...it feels so good...Mom...ah...it's so good..." I was completely absorbed in the pleasure, my mind filled only with my mother's plump breasts.

My mother closed her eyes tightly, her hands resting peacefully on either side of the pillow, her face flushed as she turned to one side. She clearly wasn't comfortable facing me naturally yet, but her position was perfect; I could ravage her to my heart's content, my penis penetrating her body to reap the pleasurable sensation I had always longed for.

"Oh...oh...oh..." My mother's moans were soft and short, intermittent.

"Son, be gentle... oh... don't rush..."

"Mom! It feels so good!" I thrust my penis in and out forcefully. After a dozen or so thrusts, I heard a sound from beside my mother. The sound was both strange and familiar. I liked this sound; I had heard it many times before. Three years ago, I often secretly went to my parents' bedroom door to eavesdrop. I remembered one of my parents' conversations about this. I heard that unique "sizzling... sizzling..." sound from the doorway.

"Husband, be gentle."

"Wife, the harder I thrust, the more comfortable it feels."

"Honey, it's not that I don't want you to go harder, I'm afraid our son will hear, it's too loud."

"It's okay, he's still young, he doesn't understand adult things. " "He

's not young anymore, it's better to be careful, honey, pull your penis out so I can wipe it off."

"Wipe what? I just love this little bag of fluid inside you, wife, push harder and give me some more."

"Keep giving, it's all leaking out, the sheets are all wet.

" "It's okay, wife, as long as you let my son have his way, I'll wash the sheets tomorrow."

"You said it, honey, I've never lacked this stuff."

"Okay, really good, wife… I'm all about this little bag of fluid, ah…so good…ah, wife…I wish I could die inside your little cunt, wife, your little pussy is so tight. I've been fucking for days, ah—it's so fucking good…"

"Look at you, so pathetic! None of you men are any good, except for your... well, you know. Women who have this thing are unlucky to be born with, always getting into your messes." Mom said the same things to Dad, and she said them to me too. But even though she said it, whenever I shamelessly climbed into her bed, she lost all her will. In her words, I was her nemesis. She would complain, and I would just do what I wanted, rubbing her breasts and scratching her... having a great time. Don't be fooled by Mom's experience in this area; women's common traits are unchangeable. As soon as my penis entered her, she would immediately go limp and lie obediently beneath me. "Wife, don't be upset. I'll kowtow to you after I'm done."

I understand Dad's feelings very well now, because I've been enjoying his woman, my mom. There's only one mom, and only one emperor. Dad's done, and so have I.

The feeling of comfort was indescribable. Compared to my dad, I was obsessed with my mom's side topics, to the point of being frequent and crazy.

Sometimes my mom tried to restrain me, but in the end, she couldn't resist me. After all, my mom loves me, I am her precious darling. Besides, everything has a process. Women are weak after all, even a virtuous woman like my mom. The most crucial one is me. I am the most important person in her life. My dad and sister and everyone else can't compare to me. My audacity tore apart my mom's dignity and chastity.

Men like to use their penises to conquer women, especially beautiful women. My mother is beautiful; everyone who has seen her praises her without reservation. Even though she is forty years old, she always gets the most attention on the street. But no one knows that a woman as seemingly pure and elegant as her would be burdened with incestuous relations with her own son.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

This fucking sound really drives me crazy. I am so excited and happy because I made this sound. I can also make "sizzle" sounds on my mother's side like my father does. I can also be moistened by my mother's juices.

"Mom, I love you, I'll always love you."

"Don't say anything, Mom knows you like it, Mom won't let you down."

Mom's words are true. My relationship with my mom has been like this for over a year. In bed, Mom has never disappointed me. All Mom needs to do is open her legs. She doesn't need to cooperate. All she needs to do is kick my penis with her plump, smooth, and always-filled vagina. Mom's little pussy fascinates me. I think it's simply "the best in the world." I don't know how many people in the world have the same feelings as me regarding their own mother's vagina, but I think they would have the same feelings as me.

My mother's warm embrace enveloped my penis, and I thrust in and out, each thrust harder than the last. The intense pleasure overwhelmed me, contorting my face. My mother sensed it; experience told her I was about to ejaculate.

"Oh...oh...son...are you about to cum?"

"Mom, ah...I don't want to cum...I want to...ah..." I tried to control myself, but I couldn't stop. The exquisite pleasure had completely robbed me of my reason.

"Eat, eat..." Mom buried her face in my chest: "Silly boy, don't push yourself."

I braced myself on the bed, panting heavily, as I thrust my penis deep into Mom's side. Mom's breasts swayed beneath me: "Mom, it's too fast, it feels so good."

"Eat, eat... you haven't had it for several days and you keep going like this... eat, eat, it's bound to be fast."

"Mom... it feels so good, I can't stop."

"Then don't stop, just cum."

"Mom... ah... can you feel it?"

"Yes... eat, eat... Mom feels pretty good, just cum if you want to, don't worry about Mom."

"Mom... ah... ah... can I cum inside? Ah..."

"Okay, Mom, take your medicine later... It's not the first time, oh..."

As soon as Mom finished speaking, I pressed my penis firmly against her lower body, letting out a soft "Ah..." as my body trembled and I began to ejaculate beside her. Mom also let out a low moan, her smooth arms tightly encircling my neck. I felt that familiar, wonderfully pleasurable sensation of her warm, contracting flesh gripping my penis. I loved this feeling; my sister had given me this feeling before, but Mom was much more experienced. Every time she squeezed me, it made me feel incredibly happy. I gently kissed Mom's flushed cheek.

Mom gave me a charming look: "Eat... is it comfortable?"

"It's so comfortable!" I exclaimed sincerely. Still not satisfied, I thrust my slightly limp penis a few more times beside Mom.

"Eat, son, it's all soft now."

"Not enough..." I continued to rub, the pleasure still intense. Suddenly, Mom pushed me: "It's flowing—it's flowing out, quick!...Quick!" She pulled a pillowcase from under her neck. Our pillowcases are all pure cotton. Mom often didn't have time to prepare before I pushed her down on the bed. There was always a bag of water next to Mom, making a splashing sound when she got up. I especially liked hearing that sound. Mom let me have my way, letting me pull my penis out completely and then put it back in. This often dragged out all the lustful fluid from Mom's vagina and it flowed down her cleft.

My mom is very clean. As soon as she felt the discharge, she would quickly grab a pillowcase and make me pull out my penis to wipe it. But most of the time, I would continue without stopping her, so she always said I was disobedient and mischievous. But she had no choice but to keep her legs wide open and wait for me to finish before wiping.

I quickly propped myself up, looking at my mom with a mischievous smile. My mom twisted her clean body and laboriously arched her back to tuck the pillowcase under her buttocks to cover our genitals. I often wondered how my mom could do such a difficult position when I was on top of her. I definitely couldn't do it, but it also proved the flexibility of my mom's body.

"What are you looking at! You're already feeling good, why don't you pull your dick out?"

"No!" I protested.

"How can Mom wipe if you don't pull it out! Hurry... it's leaking again!"

Mom lightly slapped my butt: "Your dick is too small to stop it, hurry up, listen to me! It's so wet and uncomfortable, I'll wipe you before you come in."

"Really? Mom, I want to again later."

"When have I ever lied to you, be good! Listen to me, or I won't let you in later."

"Okay!" But I wanted to do it again, so I forcefully pushed my dick into Mom's vagina, and Mom was caught off guard: "You!" But I immediately pulled my dick out with a "pop!" and got off Mom.

"You little devil!" Mom, not even bothering to scold me, quickly covered my penis with a pillowcase, sat up, got out of bed, and ran to the bathroom, swaying her snow-white buttocks. She said, "You go wash your penis too."

"Wash what?" I mumbled, but still reluctantly went to the bathroom. I was worried Mom would be angry. In bed, I could enjoy all the pleasure I wanted on Mom, but once I got out of bed, she became my mother. Besides, I would have to beg Mom to give in to me later. I said before that I would do anything as long as I could be by Mom's side, even washing my penis was nothing. Mom and I have been sleeping in the same bed for a year now, except at the beginning when she wouldn't let me in during her period.

Basically, I want to have sex with my mom every day as soon as her period stops. She never objects, only limiting the frequency, saying I'm still growing and she's worried about my health. Of course, using condoms is inevitable; safety first. After all, she's my mom, and we sleep together every day, which is something I shouldn't be seen in public. But I don't remember which day I forgot, only that Mom couldn't find a condom. She scolded me, saying I used up a box of condoms in less than three days, and blamed myself for forgetting to buy more.

I asked what to do, and she said maybe we shouldn't do it today. But I wouldn't agree. You see, although she didn't wear a condom the first time, I secretly drugged her with sleeping pills and raped her while she was asleep. I was already nervous, the encounter was very short, and I even ejaculated before she could even arouse me. Now that the opportunity had come, how could I let it slip by?

I stubbornly insisted, half-jokingly pinning Mom down on the bed, pulling down her panties while touching her already wet side. Mom laughed and struggled under me, but it was no use against me, who was experienced enough. I braced my legs between Mom's legs, straddled her, and thrust my penis in.

Mom exclaimed, "You adorable little devil!" I remember that was the first time Mom called me "little devil." From then on, whenever I got fierce and passionate, she would call me "little devil." And I must say, when she called me that, I would relax and soften my movements as if to be gentle.

I stood right next to my mom, and I truly felt the difference between not wearing a condom and something else entirely. It was so much more comfortable than having a layer between us. Flesh against flesh, my penis soaked and moistened by her slippery vaginal fluids, a feeling of indescribable pleasure washing over me.

My mom also willingly opened her legs wide, exposing her hips to me, obediently accommodating and accepting me. As I was about to ejaculate, I became a little nervous. My mom sensed it and gently said to me, "Son, ejaculate inside. It'll feel better if you ejaculate inside."

I asked if it was okay. My mom said sure, since it's already like this, what else could I do? We'll buy condoms and some pills tomorrow.

I asked what kind of pills, and my mom said, of course, birth control pills. Suddenly feeling a surge of emotion, I told my mom, "Then Mom, you can just take your pills every day from now on. I think it feels so good not to wear a condom." Mom said, "You wish!" Just

as Mom said that, I ejaculated. I held Mom's buttocks tightly and thrust hard against her side, ejaculating with great pleasure and satisfaction. From then on, I loved not wearing condoms. That night, I had sex with Mom six times. Mom completely let go and submitted to me all night until I ejaculated all my semen.

Even the next morning, I wanted my mom again, and she opened her legs for me, full of energy once more, even though she was exhausted and sleepy. Half-asleep, she leaned against me and said, "My little darling, you're going to kill me... yeah... Mom will let you, Mom will make you feel good... you loving little darling... that's enough, Mom, go buy some condoms and pills, Mom will make you unable to get up..."

I said, "Mom, I want more even after you take the pills." Mom said, "Okay, I'm going all out, and so am I," saying she'd let me have my fill as long as I wanted. I did buy birth control pills, but I didn't buy condoms because I felt that my mom and I no longer needed condoms, at least I didn't want to wear those tattered condoms next to her anymore. When we got home, Mom took her medicine and then we cuddled and fell asleep. We slept until noon. When Mom wanted to get up, I hugged her and wanted to stay with her, but she couldn't, so she spread her legs for me.

Later, Mom went to shower and cook. While we were eating, she told me that I had made her erection swollen, and asked me why I hadn't bought condoms. I said I wouldn't wear condoms anymore, which made Mom angry, and she pinched me again. That night, I was still full of energy and was very active with Mom. Mom said that I didn't have to wear condoms anymore, but I had to be moderate and not be so insatiable.

After that, my mom and I stopped using condoms because we were both thin. One advantage of my mom taking the pills was that she stopped menstruating, which made things easier for me. However, my mom told me that taking birth control pills all the time would make me gain weight. I told her I didn't care, but in fact, even after all this time, my mom's figure is still slim and just as good as my pretty sister's.

As for my sister, I have to use condoms on her, but I don't have to worry about that. My sister is a nurse, and she's just as meticulous as my mom. Sometimes when she goes back to her parents' house for a few days, she'll go to a sex shop beforehand to buy several boxes of condoms. Why buy so many? The reason is simple: because I'm very capable. If she comes back for three days, I'll take care of her for three days; if she stays for a week, I'll be busy for seven days. One box wasn't enough. In fact, most of the condoms my mom and I used were bought by my sister, which is why my observant sister found out that my mom and I were having sex.

She noticed that we were running low on condoms, and since Dad had been hospitalized for over a year, Mom shouldn't be having sex. My sister was very open-minded. Once, while Mom was visiting Dad in the hospital, my sister and I were in her old room. She leaned close to me and asked, "Brother, did you and Mom have sex?"

I was shocked and asked her how she knew. She said the brand of condoms she bought for me had changed. Sure enough, my mom and I had used all the rest.

My sister said, "Brother, I don't care about you. Mom is so pitiful."

I asked, "How is Mom pitiful?"

My sister then told me about Dad's illness. It was only then that I learned Dad had that disease and that he couldn't function properly afterward.

I was overjoyed when I heard that. It was exactly what I wanted! If Dad couldn't function anymore, then Mom's incontinence would be entirely mine! I had always been bothered by Mom's efforts as a wife to help Dad pass away, but now I was relieved.

I was even happier about my sister's incontinence. She jokingly said I was taking over Dad's place and being Mom's incontinence. I pressed my lips against her and asked, "Sister, what about you?" She blushed and nestled under me, saying, "Brother, I love you, I love you."

I then asked, "What about brother-in-law?"

She said she would divorce him for me.

And it really came true; she and her husband divorced and she moved back home. My mother and I never remarried, just like my father. Shortly after my father's death, I won the lottery, and we moved to a faraway city where I lived with my mother. Meanwhile, I married my sister and we had a son who was remarkably normal and intelligent. The little guy resembled me, with incestuous blood flowing through his veins. When he was sixteen, he imitated me and gave his mother two sleeping pills to my sister's wife. She accepted the same fate as my mother and maintained a sexual relationship with my son.

I turned a blind eye, but my sister's wife was very respectful. She always asked for my consent before having sex with my son. If I objected, she wouldn't allow it. If I agreed, she would undress and serve me first before going to my son's room for him. My sister-in-law had her own explanation for this, saying I had "priority," and my mother agreed.

However, one time my sister-in-law told me that her son was trying to seduce his grandmother, which infuriated me. I set a rule, and my sister-in-law forbade her son from doing so for a month. This was unacceptable; no one but me could touch my mother. I told my mother about this when I was thin, and her response was: "Isn't he just like you? But that brat, no chance at all." But that's all in the past.

As I mentioned before, my sister knew about my relationship with my mother, and I also told my mother about my relationship with my sister. I was happy that my mother didn't object, since she also had an affair with me. But the affair became public one night when my mother went to the hospital. I couldn't wait and sat on the sofa in the living room with my sister. Just then, my mother returned from the hospital, and she saw me as soon as she opened the door. My sister was terrified and struggled to get off me, but Mom said, "Alright, alright, I know. You two can play now, I'm going to cook." As she walked towards the kitchen, she turned back and asked, "Did you use a condom?"

I said yes, and pulled my penis out of my sister's lap to show Mom. Mom said I was shameless. That night was incredibly busy. While watching TV, Mom said she was going to sleep, and my sister pulled a condom from under the sofa and winked at me. I understood, of course, and went to her side and she put a condom on me. Mom went into the bedroom first, and I followed right in. Mom seemed a little embarrassed, but I didn't care. I carried her to the bed, and Mom said to wear a condom. I said my sister had already put one on for me. Mom said, "You slut," and then spread her legs for me.

After Mom, when we came out, my sister had also gone to lie down. So I ran to my sister's room to have sex with her. After that, my sister wasn't satisfied, so she ran back to Mom's room. When she did, Mom said, "My little darling, running back and forth between this and that, aren't you afraid of getting tired?" I said, "Mom, why don't you let my sister come over so we can have sex together?"

Mom said, "I miss you so much. If you miss me, then that's fine. Even if we're together, we have to do it one at a time, so it doesn't feel awkward. Both rooms are yours. If you miss Mom, come over; if you miss your sister, come over. You're just going to exhaust yourself, my dear little darling."

Speaking of which, back then my mom used to wear condoms, but now she doesn't need to. However, we still have to wash after each time—my mom washes, and I have to wash too. It's a rule set by my clean-loving mom

, and it can't be changed. That night, my mom really didn't go back to the hospital. Since my sister was there, we were all at ease, so we didn't have any worries in bed. I ejaculated very quickly the first time. It wasn't from nervousness, but because I hadn't had sex with my mom for several days. My mom understands me very well; our year-long affair has made her know me very well. She brought me hot water to wash my penis, and while she was washing, it got hard again.

Mom went to get water, but I didn't let her. I pulled her onto the bed and started touching her haphazardly, my mouth also busy sucking on her nipples. Mom didn't object; she chuckled and, as if by unspoken understanding, opened her legs and let her tears fall onto me. I then climbed onto her again and started again. This time I was very relaxed, constantly rubbing against Mom. Mom responded to me, making me feel very comfortable. Just as I was about to ejaculate, Mom told me to stop if I didn't want to. I actually managed to control myself in time, stopping my penis from thrusting inside Mom's vagina. This was impossible before; it seems that over a year of sex with Mom has made me quite advanced.

"Is it comfortable?" Mom asked.

"Comfortable, really comfortable! How about you, Mom?" I said sincerely, while kissing Mom's lips.

Mom, her face flushed, gently returned the kiss: "Mom felt pretty good too."

"Mom, I almost came just now, thank goodness."

"Hey, you naughty boy, all you ever do is talk nonsense. I've taught you before, when you feel good, you don't care about anything else. Just stay here and don't move, talk to me."

"Okay, Mom! Is it because I'm still young?"

"Hey...no, it's not that, you naughty boy. I've given you this for over a year, actually...actually you're already pretty good."

"Really? Mom, then why do I always feel like I'm going to come after ten minutes?" "My

little rascal! Ten minutes is too short, it's normal. The books say that a man's uninterrupted ejaculation is this long, unless..."

"Unless what? Mom, tell me."

"Unless...unless the man gets old."

"Why?"

"Mom doesn't know, anyway...that's what the books say: 'When men get old, their pleasure decreases, their stamina isn't what it used to be, so they stop and start, and the duration is relatively longer.' Mom thinks it makes sense."

"I see, Mom. What about Dad? Who lasts longer?"

"You naughty boy, I knew you'd ask that. You weren't good at first, but Mom thinks you can...unless..."

"Haha, Mom! So you're saying I'm better than Dad!"

"Naughty boy, don't talk about your dad like that. We've already wronged him enough."

"Hehe...Mom, what do you think Dad's reaction would be if he knew I'm like him?"

"How do you feel? My little darling, he was already on his deathbed. If he knew what I was doing to you, he'd be so angry he'd vomit blood and die on the spot."

"That's true. We absolutely can't let Dad know."

"Nonsense! My little darling, not only your dad, but your sister too. No one but your sister can know."

"Don't worry, Mom. After Dad's gone, you'll be mine. You won't remarry, will you?"

"My little darling!" Mom hugged me tightly: "Mom is yours now. I've given myself to you, so I'm yours. Remarry? What remarriage? I feel disgusted just thinking about those stinky men. After Dad's gone, Mom will live with you. Mom will cook for you, Mom will wash your clothes, and when you get married and have children, Mom will take care of them." "

I don't want to!" I said firmly.

"You don't want to?!" Mom opened her beautiful eyes wide, and I could even feel her trembling.

"Hehe... Mom! I don't want you to work so hard, I just want you to do one thing."

"My little darling! You scared me to death." Mom immediately understood what I meant, and a happy smile spread across her face: "Son, as long as you don't mind that Mom is old, Mom will always let you... eat..."

"Mom isn't old, Mom will never be old in my eyes, promise me, I will always be by your side."

"Good son." Mom hugged my neck with emotion and whispered in my ear: "Mom promises you, Mom is yours, and so is I. You can be yourself whenever you want, do whatever you want. Your father is gone, and Mom will spend her whole life protecting you and letting you be the only one. Mom is willing to let you have her, and even if you die, Mom will still be willing."

"Mom, I'd rather die than let you die! I'd die first, and then die comfortably beside you!"

"Eek... Mom won't let you die. If you die, Mom will die too. Mom only wants you to be Hanfu."

"It's okay, Mom, I'll die willingly even if Hanfu dies. In our next life, let's not be mother and son, but husband and wife. I still want your side."

"Okay, Mom will be your wife in the next life. My side is already yours, and I'll still let you have it."

"Mom, I love you!"

"Eek..." Mom poked my forehead with her finger: "Shameless! Stop trying to sweet-talk me. I know what you really love."

"Hehe! What is it, Mom?"

"You rascal! You love hearing your mom say shameless things. Make me shameless too, just like your dad!"

"Mom, do you and Dad do this too?" I asked, eager. "Mom, tell me."

"Eat, eat, what's there to hear? It's just how it is between husband and wife."

"I really want to hear it, Mom, tell me, what do you and Dad do?"

"What else? Just like that."

Mom tilted her head back and completely coiled her long, oily hair onto one side of the pillow, her beautiful face radiating contentment. Because I hadn't ejaculated yet, my penis was still hard next to Mom, but she didn't show the slightest displeasure or complaint. For over a year, through my relentless efforts and tireless, repeated torment, I've almost worn down my mother's reserve and personality. In daily life, I respect her; she's a kind mother. But once I coax her into bed, she's just a gentle and submissive woman. From coercion to acceptance, I've gradually won her heart.

Perhaps the word "licentious" shouldn't be used to describe my mother, but when we're in bed, she's indeed very indulgent and accommodating. Whenever I wantonly violate her, her blushing face is the most beautiful face in the world, and the sounds of our intercourse, combined with her continuous moans, are the most beautiful music in the world. In bed, my mature and gentle mother can drive me to ecstasy. I now truly understand the meaning of the saying, "Even a man would be a philanderer if he were to sleep with her."

I'm practically obsessed with my mother's vagina. I love the night more than the day because at night I can share a bed with my mother and touch her vagina. I don't know what makes my mother so attractive to me. I especially love the feeling of my penis inside her vagina. My mother gently gives in to me two or three times a night. Sometimes, even when my mother has already satisfied me, I still feel like I want more. My penis is often still hard after my mother washes her genitals. My mother's solution is to coax me to sleep.

I generally refused, so Mom would turn to the side and offer me one of her thighs, which I would then hold and play with, her bare buttocks intact. In this position, it was obvious that my penis was pointing towards Mom's side, but it was difficult to get it inside. I had tried several times before but failed because it was hard to get close in this position. One hand had to hold Mom's buttocks tightly and pull them up, while the other hand was stuck under her body and useless. My penis just kept wandering around Mom's vulva and couldn't penetrate.

Even though I knew this position was in the book, my mother's gentleness and loving indulgence still made me indulge my lust again. There's no doubt that my mother has experience; she had obviously used this position to serve my father. It's just that because I am her son, she can't completely abandon the reserve a mother should have. Even now, whenever I try to pull down her underwear, she gets shy. To satisfy my preferences, she has to close her eyes and bury her face in my neck to say things like "beer, dick" instead of speaking to me face to face.

But I just love this feeling. I love seeing my mom always shy. Her shyness only fuels my lust. I tirelessly lick her little pussy again and again. I'm gradually getting tired of just the most common sex positions between men and women. All my mom can do is selflessly offer me her beautiful little pussy. If I don't know how, she can only teach me. She says, "Go down a little," and gently presses my head down. I'm smart. At least I understand that there needs to be an angle for the penis to go in. So I go down, and my face is right against my mom's snow-white, full breasts.

So I took a smooth, fragrant nipple into my mouth, and then my mother gently pulled on my penis. I cooperated by moving closer, and then she skillfully twisted her slender waist and pulled her hand back, giving my lower back and pink calves a gentle pull. My penis felt surrounded by the warm, tender flesh of my mother's vagina, and I couldn't let go of her buttocks with my hand; I had to keep holding her tightly like that for a while. I want to thrust into Mom's ass, to thrust as deep as possible into her little hole, the deeper the better...

There are some things you haven't experienced, but once you have, it's easy to learn. Although I can now enter Mom's body smoothly, she mostly helps me. I guess she's afraid I'll go to the wrong place in my haste. Actually, I'm not interested in her asshole. I don't think Mom's asshole is dirty; every part of Mom's buttocks is clean. I think normal people shouldn't do that. A woman's private parts shouldn't be used on her asshole.

I think that's perverted. Although my mother and I are having an incestuous relationship, we're not perverted. We just did what other mothers and sons wouldn't dare to do. My mother and I undoubtedly love each other, and who says a mother and son can't use their bodies to please each other? We did it, and my mother and I are happy. We don't care about others; we only care about ourselves. We don't affect others or cause any harm to society. We'll keep our secret and continue our happiness to the end.

I don't want anyone to influence us. I even believe there are other families like ours experiencing the same thing, so don't worry. First of all, I agree! If you fall in love with your biological mother and receive her love in return, then you and I are equally fortunate. Moreover, I believe that no woman in this world can offer you as selflessly and silently as your mother, and the same applies in bed. The sexual pleasure your mother gives you will be unprecedented and unparalleled, because you only have one mother. Her body and your body are two parts of one body. If you can reunite as one, the joyful fusion will be incomparable.

I often use this position with my mom now. We lie on our sides, embracing each other, caressing each other, then kissing. Naturally, we start making love. However, this position is tiring for both men and women, so we usually only do it for a short while before switching to our usual position. Actually, both men and women know that the best position for sex is the one where the man is on top of the woman with her legs spread. Both can freely express themselves and cooperate, and the penetration is deeper, resulting in intense pleasure.

The position where the woman rides on top of the man is also good. If we had to choose another position, it would be the woman bending over with the man behind her. I really want to ask my mom if she would let me be behind her, but I've never dared to.

My mother was the type of woman who wasn't "big" in any particular area, but every part of her body was perfectly proportioned and just right. In their words, "a little extra weight would be just right, a little less would be just right." Her breasts were white, firm, and full. I even doubted that she had ever breastfed me, as her areolas and nipples were still slightly upturned. I often touched my mother's breasts when no one was around, but in bed, I always used my mouth to enjoy them.

I have a particular fondness for my mother's buttocks. When she's wearing pants, she seems to have a small bottom, which I happen to like. But when she's naked for me, her small bottom becomes quite large, round and snow-white, very cute, smooth and soft to the touch. I not only caress it, but I also kiss it, almost making it a daily routine. At first, my mother wouldn't allow it, but after a while, she gave in. She often said to me, "You little rascal, I've given you all my money, I can't control you, so don't be too outrageous."

But how could I control myself? Later, it escalated to the point where I even kissed her cheek. Of course, Mom wouldn't allow it, saying it was dirty. But I didn't find it offensive at all; on the contrary, I thought Mom deserved it. She brought me so much joy with her cheek, so what was wrong with kissing her cheek? Mom laughed at me, saying I was shameless and had no backbone, just like Dad. That's when I realized Dad had done the same thing. So

I told Mom, "Mom, whatever Dad did with you, I'll do with you. I don't care about being shameless with you. You are my everything, my life."

"Mom, I'll say it again, I can't control you anymore, I have no right to control you, I'll give in to my son, I'll shamelessly do it."

I laughed and said, "Mom, it's not that you're giving in to me, it's that I insist on having your side."

Mom said, "Isn't that the same thing? Your mother, Mom, you're such a troublesome little devil."

I said, "Mom, I'm a loving devil."

Mom said, "The same thing, anyway, you're not a thing."

I said, "Mom, if I'm not a thing because I love, then what about Dad? What about other men? Aren't they all involved?"

Mom said, "What business is it of ours? You're worrying unnecessarily. When I say you're not a thing, I mean you're abnormal, having your own mother's side, having your own sister's side."

I laughed, "Mom, they're the ones who don't know their own mother. Besides, Mom, there are many people in the world." "What kind of birds aren't there? Maybe there are many people like us, no one knows!"

Mom said, "Wouldn't it be chaotic if all sons had their own mothers?"

I said, "What chaos? As long as it's comfortable, that's all that matters. I want God to make it so that all sons have their own mothers."

Mom said, "You make it sound so real. With you doing this, mothers are being spoiled by their sons and it's become a matter of course." "It's righteous."

I said, "Yes! Yes! It's only natural, Mom, haven't you heard? Truth is in the hands of a few, Mom, we are the truth!"

Mom said, "Truth my ass! You're just messing around."

Mom was right, I was indeed messing around, but I admitted it, and I was so engrossed in it that I didn't feel any regret. Every night I would ravage Mom with boundless energy, my interest never waning.

It was already very late, and Mom probably sensed it too: "My little darling, it's getting late, you should go to sleep. Mom has to go to the hospital tomorrow."

"Mom, I haven't ejaculated yet." Afraid that Mom would tell me to get down, I quickly got up again, my penis still erect.

"My rascal, when have I ever made you come?" Mom moved her hips to meet my thrusts: "Son, it's not that I don't want you to, it's that I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself." "

And you, Mom, aren't you afraid of hurting yourself?"

"My rascal, I'm a woman, I just need some rest. Men can't do that. If you go all out and drain your body, you can't make up for it. You have to take it slow and steady, you can't just play around for pleasure all the time." "

Mom, I know what I'm doing, it's okay."

"Plop...plop..." Mom's vagina was very smooth, and my penis made a sound with every thrust.

Mom moaned, "Son, deeper...yes...Mom will squeeze you tighter, I'll come soon."

An experienced woman in bed is truly different. It's not just about physical intimacy; she goes far beyond simply opening her legs. It's indescribable; you can only understand it by experiencing it. A mature woman provides the ultimate pleasure from the inside out. Mom's pussy was warm, the tender flesh inside gently enveloping, squeezing, and moisturizing my penis. Each thrust was incredibly tight, as if I was being sucked in—it felt amazing.

My sister is quite good in this area too, after all, she's been married before. But compared to Mom, she's not as skilled and adept. That's the difference between women. It's not enough for a woman to just be pretty. A good woman knows how to serve a man in bed, how to make him happy, how to make him lose himself in pleasure.

"Son... is Mom squeezing tight?"

"Tight! Mom... so tight, it feels so good... ah..." My moans weren't exaggerated, they really felt good. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, my whole body trembling with pleasure.

"Is that enough?" Mom lovingly stroked my buttocks.

"Ah..." I nodded, my face contorted with pleasure.

"Eat, eat... if you can't hold on, just ejaculate." Mom said with a gentle smile.

"Mom, I'm going to go all out!" I gritted my teeth, asking this while my penis was already thrusting forcefully beside my mother.

"It's alright, isn't it?... Ah... Mom can take it." My mother's brows were furrowed, clearly I could cause her pain, but I knew this pain was something she willingly endured, because she didn't try to stop me at all. On the contrary, her legs were now spread even wider, her slender waist arching back, making it easier for me to grab her buttocks and thrust hard beside her.

"Ah!... Ah!..." My moans were filled with trembling pleasure, I tried my best to control myself from grabbing my mother's snow-white, round buttocks with my hands. I was afraid of hurting her, and secondly, I couldn't bear to; to me, they were equally important, they were also my most alluring love.

"Mom!...Good Mommy...It feels so good!...It feels so good!...Mom!...Mom! I can't take it anymore!...I'm going to cum!...Ah!...Ah!..."

"Ah...Cum...Cum, son...Give it to Mommy...Mommy wants...Cum inside Mommy's pussy, cumming inside feels so good!" Mommy encouraged me like that.

She knew I liked it when she boldly called me "son" and such, it was very exciting. So I ejaculated quickly. I pressed against my mother's side and ejaculated with great pleasure. My mother was used to me doing this. She hugged my neck tightly, crossed her legs behind my buttocks, and helped me thrust harder to her deepest point. Even after I finished ejaculating, my mother's vagina remained firmly gripping the base of my penis. The feeling inside was even better; the warm, tender flesh contracted and expanded, giving me an indescribable sense of pleasure.

In my memory, there was only one time I didn't ejaculate inside my mother's vagina. That time was because we ran out of condoms. In pursuit of that even more wonderful pleasure of flesh against flesh, my mother started taking birth control pills for me. I could then confidently and boldly thrust my penis deep into my mother's vagina and ejaculate with great pleasure. Condoms became a privilege reserved for my sister and me.

Actually, Mom had told me that birth control pills weren't 100% safe, but anyway, she still agreed to let me ejaculate inside her every time. My sister encouraged me, saying, "Brother, it's okay, don't worry about Mom being bold. If anything happens, your sister is here." That made sense; my sister is a nurse, so this was a piece of cake for her.

However, I also asked my sister why she wouldn't take birth control pills like Mom did for me. She said, "I can't. I'm going to have children in the future. After I give birth, I'll take the pills too. How can you let me have my way?"

In fact, my sister started letting me not use condoms before she even had children, on the night of our wedding. Of course, no one knew we were siblings because we were already in another city at that time.

That night, my sister said to me, "Brother, don't wear a condom, just like that." Of course, I was happy, and with my penis erect, I went for it. My sister had never been so proactive before. I felt very comfortable, my unprotected penis happily going in and out of my sister's warm little pussy. My sister kept moaning, but she always had a smile on her face.

"Sister, why are you being so nice to me today?"

"Hehe... Brother, I'm your wife now. From now on, I have to listen to you. Whatever you want, I have to give in to you, only to you."

"Unconditionally?" I asked.

"Of course, unconditionally! Brother, I'm your wife and you're my husband. Husband and wife are a natural order. I like it when you want me to be comfortable every day. If I make you uncomfortable, I'm not a good wife. You can hit me, scold me, and I'll make you kneel down!"

"Sister, why are you still calling me brother? Call me husband from now on!"

"Oh, sorry, husband, I keep forgetting!"

"Hehe, wife, why didn't you let me wear a condom today?"

"Hehe... husband, today is our big day. I want you to have a good time. Husband, do you like it?" "

I like it, but what about when I ejaculate?"

"Hehe... husband, if you like to ejaculate inside me, then ejaculate inside me!"

"Wow, wife, what if I get pregnant? We're related by blood!"

"If you get pregnant, I'll have the baby for you, don't worry, honey. I've looked it up, our child might not be deformed. Many children born from consanguineous marriages are very smart."

"Really?"

"Really, honey, you can shoot inside me without worry from now on. Once we have a child, I'll take birth control pills and never let you wear a condom again."

"That's great, honey! You should have been like Mom a long time ago!" I poked my sister's wrist hard.

"Eek... Honey, look how happy you are. Honey, I forgot to tell you, Mom went to the hospital yesterday to get a tubal ligation."

"A tubal ligation? What's a tubal ligation?" Actually, I knew the answer in my heart.

"Hey... Honey, tubal ligation means tying up your fallopian tubes, and then you won't ovulate anymore... Honey, let me explain clearly, so you won't need to take medication for your mother's uterine bleeding anymore."

"That's great, wife. Maybe you can get ligated after we have a baby."

"Okay, honey, whatever you say, I'll do whatever you say. Actually, taking medication isn't good; some people gain weight from it."

"Wife, what will happen to Mom after we get married?"

"Mom will live with us, of course, honey. I understand what you mean. I don't care what you do; you can do whatever you want. I know you love Mom; Mom is your first woman. Honey, you and Mom won't be jealous, really."

"That's good, wife. Your little buddy is pretty good too."

"Hey... Honey, I'm so happy you said that."

"Then, wife, let me try harder!"

"Come on, honey, I'll do whatever you want, ah... ah..." I took a deep breath and made my sister moan. When I came, she was limp and could only gasp for breath. She wanted to go wash up, but I objected, and she actually listened.

After about ten minutes, I got hard again, and she got into position for me again. In her words, this was called fulfilling my duty as a wife, serving her man like this. Of course, I was happy. Before, I had to consider her feelings when I wanted to be with her, but now it was the other way around. As long as I was willing and liked it, I could do as much as I wanted.

To be honest, my sister made me feel very comfortable and satisfied. She completely treated herself as my wife, without hiding anything or holding back. She brought me hot water to wash my penis, and as she washed it, I got hard again. So my sister considerately asked me, "Honey, do you still want more?"

"What do you think?" I replied, acting like a husband.

"I've already done it twice, honey, I'm afraid you'll get tired."

"Then I won't, honey, you should go to sleep."

"Okay, honey, if you still want more, wake me up so I can take care of you."

My sister was actually tired too, and gently nestled in my arms: "Honey, you've worked hard."

"What's so hard about it, honey? You know I like it."

"Ew... honey, then I'll take care of you every day." My sister gently held my penis in her small hand: "Honey, I love you."

That was the first day of my sister's and my marriage. It's an unforgettable day, but for some reason, I felt like something was missing. Later, I realized it was because I had gotten used to sleeping with my mother in my arms. This made me realize even more how much my mother had sacrificed for me. Although my mother and I weren't husband and wife, she was clearly my wife. Every night, she would lovingly snuggle against me, selflessly letting me enjoy her body. I felt like I couldn't live without her. I don't deny that my sister could also make me very happy, but the feeling my mother gave me was truly irreplaceable. But

that's all in the future. Right now, my father is still lying in the hospital. But it seems like it has nothing to do with me. I'm still happy every day. It's a holiday, what else is there to do but have fun? It's just that these days, my sister and brother-in-law's marriage seems to have reached its end.

My sister simply moved back in, partly to take care of me and partly to help Mom with the housework. This was perfect, and I couldn't have been happier. Little did I know that I was the main cause of my sister's broken family. My sister didn't seem to care about this, and continued to dote on me as always. I became even more unruly, demanding that she give in to me every day. After all, we were in our own home, and no one would know once the door was closed. My sister always indulged me, seemingly even more so than Mom, rarely refusing my requests. In her own words, "It's all over now anyway.

" Eventually, she even said to me in a tone similar to Mom's, "Brother, why are you so doting?" But despite saying that, she still gave in to me. My brother-in-law used to come and visit, but then he stopped. When I asked why, my sister's answer made me genuinely happy: "Look at that pathetic state he's in!" I asked, "What happened?"

My sister blushed and said, "I can't take it anymore!" Of course, I knew she was teasing me: "Sis, I don't mind." "No way!

You've already signed the papers and you still have the nerve to come here."

That's when I realized she was divorced. I hugged her with emotion, and she nestled in my arms and whispered, "Brother, I'm yours now, I can't give myself to anyone else." I immediately declared passionately, "Sis, I want you for life." My sister was deeply moved: "Brother, I'll be with you for life, I'll do anything you ask."

Hearing her say that, I immediately became interested: "Sis, let's celebrate."

My sister said okay, and as we were celebrating, I started to undo her belt. My sister immediately understood and didn't refuse. She obediently helped me undress and lay down in a comfortable position... When my sister was doing this, she laughed. I asked her what she was laughing at, and she said, "Celebrating like this, how did you even think of that?"

After my sister came back, I basically never went through those days without a woman again. My mother and sister also tacitly understood each other, and the two of them tacitly went back and forth between home and the hospital. On Monday, a message came from the hospital that Dad was really going to die. I rushed to the hospital, and Dad looked at me for a long time and said, "I have a diary under the bed." Then he closed his eyes.

For almost a week, the family was busy with Dad's funeral. My mother and sister naturally neglected me, crying like a baby all day long. I was also very sensible and didn't dare to ask them for sex. My sister, however, was very understanding. On Saturday night, after dinner, while Mom was washing dishes in the kitchen, she quietly said to me, "Brother, Dad just died, so please bear with it for a while and don't touch Mom."

I asked her if Mom wouldn't let me touch her, and she said, "Mom told me that widows who have just lost their husbands are unlucky, and she wants you to hold back for a few days."

"Sister, I've been holding back for days! Talk to Mom about it, I can't take it anymore."

"Eat, eat!" my sister laughed, "Go watch your TV." With that, she went into the kitchen. I quickly and secretly sneaked to the kitchen door. The conversation between Mom and Sister inside was very clear… “Mom, it’s been almost a week, and my brother…”

“I know,” Mom said. “I’m worried he won’t listen and will insist.”

“Mom, my brother has been anxious for a long time.”

“Hey, you slut, is your brother more anxious or you?”

“Mom! I’m talking to you seriously.”

“Serious? You brat, are our family matters serious? Hey… how about you give it to him tonight?”

“I don’t want to be disliked, I just miss my mom.”

“Did your brother say that?”

“Mom, I can tell.”

“Really? Hey… this kid, he can’t even stand it after just a few days.”

“Mom, let it go, Dad’s gone, don’t be shy about anything, would my brother still care?”

“Of course he doesn’t care, if I didn’t give him a hard time, he would have already…”

"Oh, Mom, it's all his anyway."

"Chichi, that's true, but Mom...Chichi...Mom knows he's pent up. If he sneaks to Mom, Mom will give it to him. Mom can't just...Chichi..."

"Mom, so you'll agree tonight?"

"Agree to what! You slut, you serve him tonight, Mom will wait until tomorrow."

"Why, Mom?"

"Why? Chichi, you know him, he hasn't had it for days, he'll definitely go at it all night, I don't know how many times!"

"Chichi...Mom, what are you afraid of? My brother is obedient, he never tries anything funny. You won't be able to stand it?"

"Chichi...it's not that I can't stand it. Mom has been subjected to him quite a bit. He's satisfied with just one position, again and again. Mom feels sorry for him, not being able to sleep all night."

"Hehe, Mom, don't you want to?"

"Want what? You brat, do you think Mom and you are so shameless that you can't help wanting it after just a few days?"

"Chichi, Mom, it's not that I want it, it's that my brother wants me. He makes a fuss if I don't give it to him."

"That's because you've spoiled him. You're so soft-hearted, you give it to him just because he wants it?

" "How is that something I've spoiled him about? Mom, if I didn't know about my brother and you...I wouldn't dare."

"Didn't he tell you?"

"No, he didn't!" My sister defended me: "I figured it out myself."

"How did you figure it out?"

"Chichi, one time when Mom was taking care of Dad in the hospital, my brother ran out of condoms, so I bought a box. He used two that night, and the next day he needed more. When I was putting a condom on him..."

"Really? The ones I bought are the same brand as yours, the pictures on the boxes are the same." I bet Mom's face was red at this point.

"Chichi, Mom, it's not that you bought the wrong ones, it's that I bought the wrong ones."

"You bought the wrong ones?" Mom didn't understand.

"Yes, when I bought them, I was careful. I knew my brother used size 38, but I grabbed the wrong ones. That night, he kept saying it was uncomfortable, that it felt too tight. When I got up, I realized it was size 36. I planned to buy a different size the next day, but I was busy and forgot. The next day, I only remembered I hadn't bought any when I was already undressed. I tried to get dressed and go downstairs to buy some, but he wouldn't let me. He was in a hurry to do it without a condom. I said no, and he said maybe I could use size 34. When I put it on him, I felt something was off." My brother didn't complain about the tightness when he was using it. After

lying down for a while, he wanted more, so I looked closely and saw that I still had five size 36 condoms and two size 38 condoms. I found this strange, because I usually tear them off one by one, and the condoms should all be connected. But the two size 38 condoms were separate. Just as I was wondering about this, my brother urged me, so I didn't think much of it and gave him another size 38 condom. After a while, I noticed that sometimes there would be fewer condoms available. Since there was no one else at home, I started to observe carefully.

"You brat!"

"Ouch, Mom, I can't take it anymore, it hurts!"

"Serves you right! You're no good, just like your brother."

"Mom, you're hitting too hard! I'm a victim just like you!"

"Who's like you! You brat, I don't have as many tricks up my sleeve as you."

"What about me?" the older sister asked, puzzled.

"You're just teaching him useless things. He's so young, those positions with his ass sticking out..."

"Chichi, Mom, I didn't teach him those. You can find anything online. My brother learned them by watching."

"You go along with him? Aren't you ashamed? He tells you to ride him, and you ride him?" "

Chichi, Mom, isn't it all the same? I listen to my brother because he likes it. Besides, Mom, what era are we living in? Who only uses one position these days? People even do oral sex."

"Alright, alright, you're getting more and more absurd. What's the point? Mom isn't... Chichi... In the end, those positions are still the most effective. It's ultimately inconvenient for men and women to be on top when doing this kind of thing."

"Chichi, Mom, you're the one who's more convenient. My brother always complains that I put a condom on him."

"You brat, you're comparing yourself to your mother? Aren't all women my age like this?"

"Then why did you and your brother Peng use condoms before?"

"Sigh, it's because I was worried. Actually, I always took pills. I didn't think it was necessary. Ever since your brother was born, your father and I have been taking pills, but I was just worried. The quality of these things isn't good these days. What if it breaks or falls off? Even if it's not that coincidental, it's better to be safe than sorry. You know how he gets when he's in a bad mood, grabbing your butt and grabbing you. It's my fault, really. One day he saw me taking pills, and after saying a few nice things, I don't know why, but I gave in and didn't let him use a condom. Since then, he's refused to use one."

"Hey, Mom, if it were me, I wouldn't use one either. It's still a barrier."

"You brat, if you're so capable, why don't you let him wear it? If he's comfortable, then I'll have an easier time, and I won't have to come to my room every other day."

"Come on, Mom, my brother already told me. He said he can't live without you for the rest of his life. Mom, don't take offense at my harsh words. Dad's gone. We know what's going on in our family. Don't worry about anything."

"You brat, aren't you still here?"

"Me? Mom, I haven't let my brother touch me for several days either."

"Really? I thought you'd been taking care of him these past few days."

"How could I dare, Mom! How could I do that without your permission?"

"Chichi, it's also my fault. You and your brother and sister know this, but I'm just not in the mood. Your father just died. What would you do in my shoes? I'm just asking him to endure it for a few days. After these few days, I'll still have to let him eat..."

"Mom, what about tonight?"

"Chichi...you brat, what can I say after you've said that? You're already his woman. If he doesn't take the initiative, do you expect me, his mother, to run to his room?" Mom's voice was quite loud, clearly wanting me to hear. But suddenly my sister and mom's voices softened, and I perked up my ears.

"Mom, I've gotten fat lately."

"Fat? Nobody in our family is fat."

"Mom, it's not good to be fat. Won't my brother like it?"

"What do you know, you brat? It's better to be thin. Being thin makes men feel uncomfortable."

"Mom, what if one day my brother wants to not wear a condom?"

"Then don't wear one. I have some medicine. You brat, is it because I don't need him to wear a condom, and you want to compete with me?"

"No, Mom, my brother always tells me that it's so comfortable when we're thin and don't need condoms. Isn't his meaning obvious?"

"You little rascal, you're being hypocritical. What else did he say?"

"Ew...Mom, he said that no matter what, your breasts are always full of water."

"Hey, don't women always have a bag of water in their sacs? Without water, what can a man do? He's all dry and uncomfortable!"

"No, Mom, my brother says I don't have as much as you."

"You silly girl, what do you need so much for? Enough is enough. That thing will increase a little when things get exciting, it doesn't matter."

"Mom, do you have some kind of technique?"

"Mom, what technique? Hey… don't laugh when I tell you, Mom doesn't know why I have so much. It was like this with your dad too. I thought it would decrease as I got older, but it's still the same. It's not a good thing, really."

"Why isn't it a good thing? Mom, the gurgling sound, my brother loves to hear it."

"He likes to hear it, 'Chichi,' what man doesn't like to hear that? You brat! So flirtatious, isn't yours making noise?"

"Chichi, of course it's making noise, Mom, it's making noise, if my brother likes it, I like it."

"Ugh, you're so flirtatious, no wonder you're making noise when you get into trouble, Chichi!"

"Mom, this isn't flirtatious, this is love. I love my brother, I swore to him that I would only belong to him from now on, everything I have is his."

"Alright, alright, stop being so provocative." I could tell there was jealousy in Mom's words. To be honest, I was really worried that Mom would be unhappy, after all, Mom is the most important person in my heart.

"Mom, you won't blame me, will you?" My sister could obviously tell too.

"Why should I blame you? It was consensual between you and your brother. I don't want to interfere, and I can't. Besides, am I not his mother too?"

"Mom, I know. You've had it tough too. I know about Dad's illness; he can't do it. You're still young."

"Eek, silly girl, you're so perceptive. Actually, your dad wouldn't have been able to do it when he was younger." "

Really?" The older sister became interested.

"Of course it's true, otherwise where did you and your brother get it?"

"That's true, Mom, you're so great."

"What's so great about it? It's just like that. Life wasn't good back then. After dinner, there was nothing to do, and your dad would do it every few days. He'd eat, and Mom didn't care. As a wife, how could I not allow it? You've been through it all. What man doesn't like that?"

"Mom, what happened next?"

"Eating, what do you mean 'what happened next'? It just stayed like that. Your dad's been unable to continue for the last three or five years. At first, Mom let him have it, but later he really couldn't. After he finished, he couldn't recover for a week. Mom tried to persuade him, saying it wasn't that she didn't want him to, but that his body wasn't suitable for it anymore. Your dad was very upset, but he had no choice. He stopped completely two years ago."

"Chichi, Mom, it's been two years since you and your brother got together, right?"

"Chichi, I knew you'd ask this. I'll never forget it, it was the day your brother turned sixteen the year before last."

"That was almost two years ago. He'll be eighteen in two months. Mom, how did you and your brother...Chichi...who made the first move?"

"You silly girl, you know perfectly well...Mom made the first move? Sigh, it's true, I don't know if it was because of Dad's illness or what, but I was in a bad mood that day. I drank two beers and fell into a deep sleep. By the time I woke up, it was too late."

"And then, Mom?"

"And then? And then this happened. Mom slapped him hard twice, and he behaved. But what else could Mom do? If this got out, Mom and your brother wouldn't be able to live. Family shame shouldn't be aired in public. Mom made up her mind, and decided to let things take their course. A few days later, Mom forgave him... *sigh*... But that very night, he turned pale again, and Mom's heart softened..."

"Mom, I don't think you did anything wrong."

"Silly girl, even if you were wrong, it's too late to say anything now. Mom just wanted to... *sigh*... That silly boy gave himself to me like that for the first time. He didn't even know what he was doing while I was asleep."

"Yes, Mom, maybe my brother didn't even put it in."

"How could it not go in? As a woman, how could I not feel if he did or not? Besides, his thing is inside me!"

"Eat, Mom, he's so easy to please, what if you get pregnant?"

"He doesn't know anything! He's still the same as before."

"Mom, men just want to be comfortable!"

"Comfort doesn't mean you can't think of the consequences. Mom has been very careful, and there haven't been any problems in almost two years!"

"Mom, didn't you get an IUD?"

"I've been taking medication since I got the IUD, just in case! You have to be careful too."

"Don't worry, Mom,"

(Updated by gsbkb)
Whenever Mom tells me to go to bed early, I know what will happen that night, and I naturally obey and go to bed early because I wish they would. This Saturday, like tonight, I not only pretended to be asleep, but I even snored for a little while.

I was waiting, it felt like I'd been waiting forever. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard Mom pull the bed curtains.

"No need to pull them, it's so hot in the summer," Dad said.

"How can I not pull them? If you're hot, don't play," Mom said softly.

"Okay, I'll pull them, I'll pull them," Dad quickly said in a humble voice. "Screech—"

"Thud!" That was the sound of Mom's slippers falling to the floor. Only then did I dare to open my eyes and stare at the pink curtains trembling less than two meters from my bed.

"Go away! What's the rush! Eating—shameless! You're so old and you're still eating—" Mom's voice was soft, but it didn't escape my ears.

"Mmm—sizzle!—pop!—" That was the sound Dad made, just like the sound I make when I suck on an ice pop.

"Ouch! You again—be gentle—why do you always have to—aren't you ashamed—"

"Not ashamed!" Dad's voice was muffled: "Not at all—"

"Alright!—Alright—you're not in a hurry anymore, are you?—Hurry up—we have to get up early tomorrow to cook for the kids."

"Coming! Coming!—from the front or from the back?" "

From the front."

"Okay."

"Be gentle! Be gentle!—Oh—"

"Ah!—That feels so good!—" Dad's moans were filled with the pleasure I longed for.

"Keep it down!" Mom whispered.

"It's nothing! I'm asleep, ah!—"

"Why are you yelling! Can't you just bear with it a little?"

"You don't understand, it feels so good, honey. I work hard all day just to come back and please you, to have a good time with you, to let me pamper your little chick." "

Ugh! I'm your wife, it's not like I won't let you. You men, you become so pathetic once you get into bed!"

"Wife, it's all because of your consideration! This is what it means to work hard, even to the point of death, for a lifetime. Wife, I'd die happy to have a wife like you."

Dad was right. Up until now, I really hadn't noticed a woman older than Mom who was even more beautiful. She was fair-skinned, had a great figure, and every man turned his head when she went out. Women admired her, but were even more jealous. A TV station once came to talk to Mom about filming an underwear commercial. Although she refused because she was afraid of showing her body, it undoubtedly proved that Mom was indeed a great beauty.

Even my sister and I benefited from Mom's beauty. Not to mention me, my sister was the famous number one beauty in the city's top high school.

"What you're saying—it's like other people's wives aren't short—isn't it all the same? As long as it's comfortable, that's all that matters."

"That's not the same, wife. Can Xi Shi and Dong Shi be compared?"

"Alright, I can't argue with you. You like it, right?"

"Ah—wife, every time is so comfortable. If my dick could stay in this place all year round at the same temperature, wouldn't it be incredibly comfortable?"

"Tch—you think so? Hasn't your dick been cooped up in there enough? Is it really that good? I don't understand you men, you'd do anything for a woman's sake."

"Good, excellent."

You haven't had enough, have you? I've put up with you for almost twenty years. "

Wife, I still need you for twenty years."

"Come on, in twenty years I'll be sixty, are you trying to kill me?"

"No problem, wife, with your body you'll be fine even at seventy, ah—so good!"

"Really? A man can still do it at sixty? Eat—"

"Of course, haven't you heard of eating chicken necks, wife?"

"Eat—you're so annoying, you men are all the same. Even if we women can, can you men still do it at that age?"

"Why not? Haha, yesterday I went home to see my parents, I didn't knock, I just walked in and called out, guess what?

My mom came out disheveled, her face as red as hell." "

Oh my god! No way, your dad's so old and still likes this, can he do it?"

"Then tell me what happened? My parents must have hired someone."

"Eat—I don't believe it. Maybe you've already slept with her."

"Haha, that's possible. Come to think of it, my mom doesn't look like she's over sixty."

"Eat—what—are you missing your mom?"

"Hehe, to be honest, I wouldn't have liked my mom when I was young. If my mom let me have her, I would..."

"See? No wonder I noticed your mom's gaze towards you was off. Maybe she's already given in to you. Tell me the truth!" When my mom said that, I really remembered the time I saw my dad touching my breasts and buttocks. I was only nine years old then.

"No, honey, don't overthink it. I noticed your dad's gaze towards you was off. Did he give you sex too?"

"Wang Delin, get out of here!"

"Oh, honey, I was just joking!"

"What are you joking about? I was wrong! I was a virgin when we were together!" Mom said angrily, revealing her past.

"Yes, yes! Honey, the one next to you is my virgin. You're in such good shape, how could I bear to let someone else have you? When you squeeze me, my soul almost flies away!"

"Ew—you rascal!—Be gentle!"

"Okay, okay, I'll be gentle." —"Honey, what if one day I can't perform anymore?" "

Then I'll let someone else—eat—"

"That won't do!"

"I was just joking, honey, don't worry, if you can't perform anymore, I'll cry myself to death." "

That still won't do. I told you, you're in such good shape, it would be such a waste to sew you up."

"Ew—what then? Don't even mention it—I feel disgusted just seeing those men's lecherous eyes."

"Hehe, honey, I'll find you someone!"

"Ugh, you make it sound so real, who?"

"Right in the distance, but right in front of you!"

"Who?" My heart pounded as Mom asked. Sure enough, Dad said, "Your son."

"Wang Lin, you're here again!"

"Just kidding, just kidding."

"Ugh—hurry up!"

"Don't rush me, don't rush me, I'm about to cum."

"Sizzle—sizzle—" I heard that sound again, like sucking on an ice pop, but I was sure it wasn't a sound made with his mouth. "

Wife, your pussy is still so wet!"

"You know that, yet you're still pushing so hard. Aren't you afraid your son will hear?"

"This is so embarrassing—ah—"

"Don't keep pulling like that. If you move back and forth, it won't be noisy."

"I know that, but I can't help it. It feels so good—besides, you haven't climaxed yet."

"What climax? As long as you feel good, that's all that matters. Hurry up, I haven't taken my medicine yet."

"It's okay, you can take it later, it's the same."

"Sizzle—pop—sizzle—pop—"

"Ah!—ah!—ah!—" I heard Dad's trembling groans. —After a while, I saw Mom stick her head out of the curtain and look in my direction. I quickly closed my eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Mom got out of bed and quietly dragged a basin of water out from under the bed. She then picked up the thermos next to her, weighed it in her hand, and poured some hot water into the basin.

In the dim moonlight, I saw my mother squatting over the basin, her smooth, white bottom exposed, splashing water between her legs. I thought to myself, "Mom, isn't the water cold? The thermos was empty, but I filled it up because I was afraid the cold water would upset you. Mom, I love you more than Dad." As I thought this, Mom went back to bed and pulled the curtains shut.

I heard Dad talking again.

"Think about what I said."

"What is it?"

"Your son."

"Okay! Tomorrow's Sunday, sleep in a little longer. Go to work overtime. When you leave, call our son over. I'll let him have his way. Aren't you jealous? I want to see if his little penis can fit me." "

I can, Mom, I can!" I shouted inwardly.

"Little dick! You, as his mother, don't know, but I know perfectly well!"

"What now?"

"What? I was taking a bath with him the day before yesterday, and his dick is just as big as mine."

"Really? He's only seventeen."

"You won't believe me, just wipe it and you'll see, I guarantee it'll be full of saliva."

"Eh, fine, I'll wipe it. Even if he's bigger than you, I'm not afraid. You can work overtime, and don't come home tonight. It's no use coming home anyway. As soon as you leave, I'll let our son have him. I'll sleep with our son tonight, and I'll let him have his way in front of you."

"Haha, don't worry, when I was young, I never did it six times in one night. My son is fine too. It's settled then."

"Settled my ass!"

"You're annoying again! I'm not talking to you anymore."

"Damn it, is it all over?! What is this?! Let me tell you, as long as my son likes me, maybe one day I'll really give in to him. Then you'll have to ask my son if he agrees to let me go!"

"I have plenty!"

"Fine, starting tomorrow, don't you dare touch me again! Go home to your mother's house!"

"None of your business!"

At this point, I felt I should speak up. It was obvious that if I pretended not to hear such a loud noise, I would give myself away: "Mom!

What are you two arguing about?!"

"It's nothing, son, go to sleep. What is this?!" That was Dad's voice after that.

Mom put on her pajamas, got out of bed, and came over to lie down next to me: "Mom will sleep with you tonight, go to sleep, sweetie!" I was extremely excited.

"Do something you can, that would be great!" Dad called again, and somehow he got up too. He put on his clothes, looking like he was about to leave.

"I'll do it! Be good." Mom always spoke to me gently: "Go to sleep!"

"Dad, where are you going?"

"I'm going to your grandma's." Dad said irritably, opening the door and leaving.

"Don't come back! Son, let's sleep in the big bed!" Mom pulled me up, and I was overjoyed. Mom's crying in the middle of the night bothered me; she was clearly still thinking about Dad, which made me very upset. Even though Mom was holding me, her heart wasn't with me.

At that moment, I almost told Mom about Dad touching my breasts and buttocks. Perhaps it was too late, because I drifted off to sleep.

[The End]

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