Mom, son, and the girl next door

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I'm 14 years old, 150cm tall, with shoulder-length hair, a slender figure, and a quiet, refined demeanor—a typical girls' school student. We girls going through puberty actually have a lot of fantasies about boys.

Sometimes, some female classmates secretly share bodybuilding photos of handsome, fit guys, which makes everyone scream. Sometimes, classmates share pictures of men and women having sex, which everyone looks at with a buzz, whispering and laughing. I've also seen some very daring pictures, like anal sex and oral sex, which make me blush and my heart race for a while. Some of the bolder female classmates started bragging about their intimate acts with their boyfriends, like caressing breasts or touching each other's genitals through their underwear. They also discussed how to indulge in the pleasure of masturbation. The topics of conversation between the sexes were as explicit as possible, incredibly steamy.

I don't talk much because I love to think, about all sorts of things. Lately, because I've been in contact with more of those bold female classmates, I've also started thinking about relationships. I think about it when I'm bored in class, on the bus home, while eating—I think about it all the time. Every time I finish thinking about it, I feel like my underwear is wet with some secretions. At first, I was quite startled, but after checking online, I felt relieved.

When I got home today, I found that new neighbors had moved in next door. The moving company skillfully unloaded and arranged the new neighbors' furniture. I saw a beautiful woman in her thirties, with a ponytail, bright, large eyes, a straight nose, and cherry lips. She was wearing a basketball jersey, which, though loose, couldn't hide her full breasts and slender waist. Her short hot pants accentuated her firm, shapely buttocks, and her long, fair legs made even a young girl like me drool. She directed the movers, placing the furniture where it should be.

Some of the movers, during their breaks, kept stealing glances at the woman. She seemed quite used to being stared at, busy sorting boxes and completely ignoring the workers' lecherous stares. Then a boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, sporty and sunny, wearing a basketball jersey, helped the beautiful woman sort the items; he must be her younger brother. I didn't look too closely and went inside.

After dinner, the doorbell rang. I ran to open the door and saw the woman from earlier that day standing there with the boy, holding a bottle of red wine.

"Hello, we just moved in today and came to visit our new neighbors," she said politely.

"My surname is Lin, and this is my son, Cixiu." She pointed to the boy beside her—it was her son! I was a little incredulous. But out of politeness, I didn't ask too many questions.

"Ah… Hello, Auntie, my name is Chen Ling. Please come in and have a seat," I politely introduced myself and invited the guests inside.

"Mom, our new neighbor from next door came to visit!" I reported to my mother, who had just come out of the kitchen.

"Oh... hello, what's this lady's name..." My mother started chatting with the beautiful woman.

While they were talking, I went off to read my novel. My heart was pounding, and I kept glancing at the boy. He was also looking around boredly. Suddenly, he noticed me staring at him. I quickly turned back, pretending to brush my hair back, and found my ears and face burning. My heart was pounding, and I couldn't concentrate on reading at all. After a while, I felt incredibly uncomfortable, as if someone was watching me. I secretly turned my head and saw him looking at me, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he were smiling at me. I jumped in fright, dropping my novel to the floor. I quickly bent down to pick it up and went upstairs to my room.

"Xiaoling, how could you be so rude, leaving your guest behind and going upstairs by yourself?" my mother asked.

"It's nothing, Auntie, please have a seat. I need to go upstairs to catch up on my homework." Without waiting for their reply, I went upstairs on my own.

Closing the door, I leaned against it, panting heavily. Looking in the mirror, my face was flushed, and my heart felt like it was pounding in my chest. After a long while, I slowly calmed down. I turned off the lights, leaned against the window, and looked at the little flowers in the yard. My mind was filled with the boy's smile and his deep eyes. I thought about his strong physique, about leaning against his firm chest, enjoying the gentle caresses of his strong hands on every inch of my skin, about his hot lips covering my mouth, his seductive tongue gliding over my tongue, my earlobe, the back of my neck, my shoulders, my chest… my nipples… Ah…
I shook my head, trying to shake all these fantasies out of my head.

I checked the time; it was already 10 PM. I was about to go to bed when the light came on in the next room. The boy returned, took off his clothes and pants, wrapped a towel around his neck, and then left the room. I was stunned. I had never seen a real boy naked before; I'd only seen pictures online. Today, I saw a strong, muscular boy, completely naked. I… I was speechless, frozen in place.

About five minutes later, the boy returned. The light reflected off the water droplets on his body, revealing his chest muscles, abs, and strong arms. I was speechless…

He lay on the bed, wrapped in the towel, checked the time, and then closed his eyes, as if he were waiting for something. Not long after, I saw his mother wearing a tight-fitting tank top that almost burst out of, and shorts that revealed her long, fair legs. She tiptoed to his bedside, then bent down and kissed his calves. She then lifted the towel around his waist to expose his thighs, and then stuck out her tongue to taste her son's thighs. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath...

In an instant, I was truly stunned! What was his mother doing? I saw that his mother's actions became bolder and bolder. She climbed onto her son's bed, lay on top of him, her full breasts pressed against his crotch, and then she began to caress his lower abdomen, kiss his navel, and slowly move towards his nipples. Her son lay there, hands behind his head, eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure she was giving him. A few minutes later, she sat up. Her lower body, which had been pressed against her breasts, was now fully erect. She glanced seductively at her son, then lifted the towel…

I took a deep breath. His penis was rock hard; his foreskin couldn't cover his purplish-red glans. I saw her take another deep breath, suck on her right index finger, then touch her son's glans with her index finger. He shuddered, and then I saw her lean forward… She held his lower body with her right hand, opened her mouth, and took the erect penis into her mouth... She sucked hard, swallowing and spitting it out. Her left hand gently cupped her son's scrotum and stroked it gently... Every now and then, like eating a popsicle, she would lick from the bottom of his scrotum up to his glans, and then take his entire penis into her mouth. Her head and face rose and fell constantly, and one could imagine how hard she was trying to swallow and spit out her son's penis. He let out a soft groan…

then, helping his mother up, he sat on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs so she would kneel before his penis, continuing the swallowing motion. Then he began to caress his mother's face, brushing aside her disheveled hair. Next, he pulled down the straps of her tank top, dragging it down to her waist. Her breasts bounced out of the tank top. He cupped her breasts in his hands, then gently pinched her nipples with his index finger and thumb…

"Ah..." His mother released her mouth, letting out a soft moan, and rested her head on her son's lap, facing his thick, long penis, writhing her body. He pulled his mother's hand and ordered her to stroke his penis. His glans repeatedly slipped in and out of his foreskin... He lowered his head, seemingly admiring his mother's seductive expression as she masturbated him...

He lay down, and then his mother automatically straddled him, her buttocks facing his face, her face turned towards his penis. I'd seen this online; it's called 69. She bent down and sucked his penis, a look of ecstasy on her face. Her son was probably licking her genitals on the other end...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but put my hand inside my underwear. My private parts were already very wet and slippery... After my fingers were coated with some slippery love juice, I gently pinched my clitoris with two fingers and started masturbating. I looked out the window at the lewd behavior of the mother and son in the opposite room and started masturbating myself. I rubbed my clitoris with my right hand and put my left hand inside my underwear to tease my nipples. I looked down at my pink nipples, which were twisted and distorted by my fingers and then started to harden. This was so exciting! I'd never masturbated while watching real sex by the window before, especially incest between a mother and son. I couldn't help but rub my engorged clitoris faster... I

let out soft moans... Soon, my toes tightened, and a wave of pleasure spread through my body... I couldn't help but moan... My left hand gripped my breast tightly... My right hand covered my clitoris, feeling the pleasure that made my scalp tingle... As the afterglow subsided, I began to gently tease my clitoris again... Another wave of pleasure pushed the first orgasm to its peak.

"Ah...ah...I experienced pleasure twice for the first time...so good...I slowly opened my eyes and saw his mother kneeling, facing me, her buttocks raised, her eyes unfocused as she looked at me...her son was thrusting into his mother's buttocks with all his might, one hand cupping and kneading her breasts. I quickly rubbed my own breasts as well, as if his strong hand was wantonly caressing them...I vaguely heard his deep roars mingling with his mother's lewd moans, and I couldn't help but tease my clitoris again...

Ah..." "Mmm..." Amidst their lewd sounds, I once again experienced my third orgasm... I leaned back in my chair, almost exhausted... watching the stimulating mother-son sex... I saw their intense movements suddenly slow down, his mother sprawled on the bed, convulsing... her mouth open, but unable to utter a moan of ecstasy...

her buttocks slightly raised, her son still thrusting rapidly into his mother... her unfocused eyes, her slightly parted lips seemingly... Saliva dripped from her mouth, and her unconscious moans gradually grew louder. After a series of rapid thrusts, her son suddenly thrust forward forcefully… and then thrust again… his lower body jerked occasionally…

then he pounced on his mother's back, embracing her delicate body, his left hand constantly kneading her breasts… Both of them were panting heavily, and with each of his kneading strokes, his mother would occasionally let out a soft moan… I was also panting, and I gently rubbed my own chest with my hands, occasionally… I pinched my nipples, my other hand still covering my genitals… savoring the feeling of my recent orgasm…

I lay there, my underwear pulled down to my ankles, revealing my sparse pubic hair, my bra and clothes pulled up, revealing my developing breasts, my nipples still erect from the lingering effects of the orgasm… I didn't want to move… panting, I looked at them, after their lovemaking, they were probably asleep…

I'm 14 years old, a… A 150cm tall, shoulder-length bob, slender, quiet, and refined female schoolgirl. We girls in our adolescence actually have many fantasies about boys.

Sometimes, some female classmates secretly share bodybuilding photos of fit, handsome guys, which makes everyone scream. Sometimes, classmates share pictures of men and women having sex, which everyone looks at with chatter, whispering and laughing. I've also seen a few very daring pictures... Things like anal sex and oral sex—seeing them makes me blush and my heart race for a while. Some bolder female classmates even started bragging about intimate acts with their boyfriends, like caressing breasts, touching each other's genitals through underwear, and discussing how to indulge in the pleasure of masturbation. All sorts of topics about relationships were as explicit as possible, incredibly hot.

I don't talk much because I like to think too much, all sorts of things. Recently, because... After interacting with many bold female classmates, I started thinking about relationships. I thought about it during boring classes, on the bus home, while eating—constantly. Every time I finished thinking about it, I felt my underwear was damp with some discharge. At first, I was quite startled, but after checking online, I felt relieved.

Today, when I got home, I found that new neighbors had moved in next door. The moving company skillfully unloaded and arranged the new neighbors' furniture. I saw… A beautiful woman in her thirties, with a ponytail, large, bright eyes, a straight nose, and cherry-like lips, wore a loose basketball vest that couldn't hide her full breasts and slender waist. Short hot pants hugged her firm, shapely buttocks, and her long, fair legs were captivating. Even I, a young girl, couldn't help but drool. She directed the movers, placing the furniture where it should be.

Some of the movers, during their breaks, kept stealing glances at her. The beautiful woman seemed quite used to being stared at, busy sorting cardboard boxes, completely ignoring the lecherous glances from the workers. Then a boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, athletic and sunny, wearing a basketball vest, helped her sort the boxes; he must be her younger brother. I didn't look too closely and went inside.

After dinner, the doorbell rang. I ran to open the door and saw the woman from earlier that day, standing there with the boy, holding a bottle of red wine.

"Hello, we just moved in today and came to visit our new neighbors," she said politely.

"My surname is Lin, and this is my son, Cixiu," she said, pointing to the boy beside her. That was her son! I was a little incredulous. But out of politeness, I didn't ask any more questions.

"Ah... Hello, Auntie, my name is Chen Ling." "Please come in and have a seat," I politely introduced myself and invited the guest into the house.

"Mom, our new neighbors next door are coming to visit," I reported to my mother, who had just come out of the kitchen.

"Oh... hello, how should I address this young lady..." My mother started chatting with the beautiful aunt.

While they were talking, I went off to read my novel. My heart was pounding, and I kept glancing at the boy out of the corner of my eye. He was also looking around boredly. Suddenly, he noticed me watching him, and I quickly turned back, pretending to brush a strand of hair from my hair. I found my ears and face burning hot, my heart pounding wildly, and I couldn't concentrate on reading at all. After a while, I felt really uncomfortable, as if someone was watching me. I secretly turned my head and saw him looking at me, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, as if he was smiling at me. I was startled, and the novel fell to the ground. I quickly bent down, picked it up, and went upstairs to my room.

"Xiaoling, how could you be so rude, leaving your guests behind and going upstairs by yourself?" my mother asked.

"It's nothing, Auntie, please have a seat. I need to go upstairs to catch up on my homework." Before they could speak, I went upstairs on my own.

Closing the door, I leaned against it, panting. Looking in the mirror, my face was flushed, my heart pounding like a drum. After a long while, I slowly calmed down. I turned off the light, leaned against the window, and gazed at the flowers in the yard. My mind was filled with the boy's smile and his deep eyes, his strong physique, and how I imagined leaning against his firm chest, feeling his strong hands gently caressing every inch of my skin. I imagined his burning lips covering mine, his seductive tongue gliding over mine, my earlobe, the back of my neck, my shoulders, my chest…
my nipples… ah… I shook my head, trying to shake all these fantasies out of my head.

I checked the time; it was already 10 PM. I was about to go to bed when the light came on in the next room. The boy returned, took off his clothes and pants, wrapped a towel around his neck, and then left the room. I was stunned. I had never seen a real boy naked before; I'd only seen pictures online. Today, I saw a strong, muscular boy, completely naked. I… I was speechless, frozen in place.

About five minutes later, the boy returned. The light reflected off the water droplets on his body, revealing his chest muscles, abs, and strong arms. I was dumbfounded…

He lay on the bed, wrapped in a towel, glanced at the time, and then closed his eyes, as if waiting for something. A short while later, I saw his mother, wearing a tight-fitting tank top that almost burst out of, and shorts that revealed her long, fair legs, tiptoe towards his bedside. She leaned down and kissed his calves, then lifted the towel around his waist to reveal his thighs, and then stuck out her tongue to taste her son's thighs. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath…

In that instant, I was truly stunned! What was his mother doing? His mother's actions grew increasingly bold. She straddled her son's bed, lay on top of him, her full breasts pressed against his crotch. Then she began to caress his lower abdomen, kissing his navel, slowly moving towards his nipples. Her son lay there, hands behind his head, eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure she was giving him. After a few minutes, she sat up. Her lower body, which had been pressed against her breasts, was now fully erect. She glanced seductively at her son, then lifted the towel…

I took a deep breath. His penis was erect, his foreskin unable to cover his purplish-red glans. I saw her take a deep breath, suck on her right finger, then touch her son's glans with her index finger. His body trembled, and then I saw her lean over… She held his lower body with her right hand, opened her mouth, and took the erect penis into her mouth... She sucked hard, swallowing and spitting it out. Her left hand gently cupped her son's scrotum and stroked it gently... Every now and then, like eating a popsicle, she would lick from the bottom of his scrotum up to his glans, and then take his entire penis into her mouth. Her head and face rose and fell constantly, and one could imagine how hard she was trying to swallow and spit out her son's penis. He let out a soft groan…

then, helping his mother up, he sat on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs so she would kneel before his penis, continuing the swallowing motion. Then he began to caress his mother's face, brushing aside her disheveled hair. Next, he pulled down the straps of her tank top, dragging it down to her waist. Her breasts bounced out of the tank top. He cupped her breasts in his hands, then gently pinched her nipples with his index finger and thumb…

"Ah..." His mother released her mouth and let out a soft moan, enjoying resting her head on her son's lap, facing his thick, long penis, twisting her body incessantly. He pulled his mother's hand and ordered her to stroke his penis, and his glans kept turning in and out of his foreskin... He lowered his head, seemingly admiring his mother's seductive appearance as she masturbated him...

He lay down, and then his mother automatically straddled her son's body, her buttocks facing his face, her face towards his penis. I've seen this online; it's called the 69 position. She bent down and sucked his penis, a look of ecstasy on her face. Her son must be licking his mother's genitals on the other end...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but put my hand inside my underwear. My genitals were already very wet... After getting some slippery love juice on my fingers, I gently pinched my clitoris with two fingers and started masturbating. I looked out the window at the lewd behavior of the mother and son in the opposite room and started masturbating myself. I rubbed my clitoris with my right hand and put my left hand inside my underwear to tease my nipples. I looked down at my pink nipples, which were twisted and deformed by my fingers and then started to harden. This was so exciting! I'd never masturbated while watching real sex by the window before, especially incest between a mother and son. I couldn't help but rub my engorged clitoris faster... I

let out soft moans... Soon, my toes tightened, and a wave of pleasure spread through my body... I couldn't help but moan... My left hand gripped my breast tightly... My right hand covered my clitoris, feeling the pleasure that made my scalp tingle... As the afterglow subsided, I began to gently tease my clitoris again... Another wave of pleasure pushed the first orgasm to its peak.

"Ah...ah...I experienced pleasure twice for the first time...so good...I slowly opened my eyes and saw his mother kneeling, facing me, her buttocks raised, her eyes unfocused as she looked at me...her son was thrusting into his mother's buttocks with all his might, one hand cupping and kneading her breasts. I quickly rubbed my own breasts as well, as if his strong hand was wantonly caressing them...I vaguely heard his deep roars mingling with his mother's lewd moans, and I couldn't help but tease my clitoris again...

Ah..." "Mmm..." Amidst their lewd sounds, I once again experienced my third orgasm... I leaned back in my chair, almost exhausted... watching the stimulating mother-son sex... I saw their intense movements suddenly slow down, his mother lay on the bed, convulsing... her mouth open, but unable to utter a moan of ecstasy...

her buttocks slightly raised, her son still thrusting rapidly into his mother... her unfocused eyes, her slightly parted lips seemingly drooling, her unconscious moans gradually growing louder, her son, after a round of rapid thrusts, suddenly thrust forward forcefully... and thrust again... his lower body thrusting from time to time...

then he pounced on his mother's back, embracing her... His mother's delicate body, his left hand constantly kneading her breasts... Both of them were panting, and with each kneading, his mother would occasionally let out a soft moan... I was also panting, gently rubbing my own chest with my hands, occasionally pinching my nipples, my other hand covering my private parts... savoring the feeling of the orgasm...

I lay there, my underwear pulled down to my ankles, revealing my sparse hair, my bra and clothes also pulled up, revealing my developing breasts, my nipples still erect from the lingering orgasm... I didn't want to move... panting, looking at them, after the lovemaking, they were probably asleep already...

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