A woman shared by three generations of a family

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My family would be considered a troubled family; most families like this are dysfunctional. There are three people in my family: me, my father, and my grandmother. My father divorced a long time ago. Due to financial reasons, he works away from home most of the year, sometimes only returning once every six months or more. So, it's usually just my grandmother and me at home. Since I don't have a mother, my grandmother has held me to sleep since I was an infant, and I still do now, so I know her body very well. She's over 60 years old, and perhaps because she was quite beautiful when she was young, my grandmother has always maintained a good figure. She has fair skin, and although her breasts are a little saggy, they are still full and not at all withered. My grandmother has gained a little weight now, and her belly is a bit big, but it's not unattractive. One thing that made my grandmother different from other women was that she had no pubic hair. This left a particularly deep impression on me. Perhaps because we slept in the same bed since I was little, although I often saw my grandmother naked, I usually didn't have any sexual feelings. I was very dependent on my grandmother since I was little, perhaps because I didn't have a mother. But after I turned seventeen, my relationship with my grandmother changed. From then on, she was more than just my grandmother. It all started with a spied eavesdropping incident. That day, my father called to say he would be home that night; he hadn't been home for more than half a year. My grandmother seemed very happy to hear this. That evening, after dinner, my grandmother asked me to go out and play for a while. I obediently went out. When I returned, I found my grandmother taking a bath. "Hao'er, get me my underwear." Grandma called me from the bathroom. I used to do similar things for her often. "Grandma, open the door." I handed her the underwear. The moment she opened the door, I saw that she had dried herself, her large, white breasts swaying noticeably. Around nine o'clock that night, Grandma told me to go to bed. Lying in bed, Grandma seemed to have been awake for a long time, tossing and turning, as if she had something on her mind. I fell asleep quickly, and if I hadn't been woken up by the urge to pee, I probably wouldn't have known anything. Around eleven o'clock that night, I woke up needing to pee and went to the toilet, and that's when I realized Grandma was gone. Maybe she went to the toilet too, I thought. But I didn't find Grandma in the toilet, which puzzled me. When I came back from the bathroom, I heard voices coming from my father's room; I knew he was home. The door to his room was ajar, and the light was on. I couldn't resist peeking inside, and what I saw shocked me. Good heavens, I discovered a terrible secret—my father was playing with my grandmother's body. I was stunned. My father sat on the bed, legs spread, holding my grandmother in his arms, his hands caressing her breasts. He kept kneading those large breasts, as if playing with two lumps of clay. My grandmother's breasts were deformed under my father's caresses, her nipples appearing even redder, like two cherries. My grandmother's legs were spread apart, and below her slightly plump belly, her hairless vulva was very conspicuous. Her labia majora had already been parted by my father, revealing her pink clitoris. The clitoris looked more like a fleshy ball, slightly protruding outwards. "Mom, your body is still so smooth and tender, even for someone your age," Dad said. His hand began to penetrate Grandma's vagina. "Mom is getting old. Son, it must have been more than half a year since you played with Mom, right?" Grandma affectionately wrapped her arms around Dad's neck, her face showing great happiness, her complexion flushed with excitement. I really didn't understand why Grandma would so willingly let Dad play with her body, as if Dad wasn't her son, but her husband. Dad must have played with Grandma before, I thought. "Mom, I want to put my whole hand inside and feel what your uterus is like," Dad said, reaching his hand deep into Grandma's vagina. "Slow down, it hurts a little. I've let you do this to me countless times, don't you know what it's like? Besides, didn't you crawl out of there? You always do this to me when you play with me." Grandma said, spreading her legs wider. At this moment, Dad's hand was almost completely inside Grandma's vagina. His hand inside Grandma's vulva deformed it. Perhaps due to the intense stimulation, Grandma seemed very excited, breathing heavily and moaning incessantly. "Oh—oh—oh—" Grandma's moans became more and more urgent. "Son, fuck me quickly. Mom wants you to fuck me with your penis. Good son, Mom missed you so much—" Grandma shouted urgently. "Mom, I'm coming." Dad pulled his hand out of Grandma's vagina and laid her down on the bed. My father skillfully inserted his penis into my grandmother's vagina and began to thrust. My grandmother spread her legs wide to allow his penis to penetrate deeper. Her large breasts swayed back and forth with his movements, appearing incredibly sexy and wanton. My grandmother's moans mingled with the slapping sounds of flesh colliding, intensely stimulating me and making my blood boil. My penis involuntarily hardened. "Oh—oh—oh—son—is he fucking good—fuck your mother to death—good son—" my grandmother murmured. Her large vulva flipped back and forth with my father's thrusts, her expression one of utter satisfaction and wantonness. "Mom—your vagina is so big and soft—I can't get enough of it—no other woman can give me the same pleasure as you—your hairless vagina—it's unparalleled in the world—" Dad said breathlessly. He stroked Grandma's large breasts as he fucked her. "Fuck deeper—fuck deeper—oh—oh—oh—Mom didn't give birth to you in vain—" Grandma moaned incessantly. Afraid of being discovered, I quietly returned to my own bed. But I couldn't fall asleep. The sounds of flesh colliding stimulated me, arousing my virginal lust, making me unable to extricate myself. I longed to join them, to experience the unparalleled pleasure of intercourse like Dad, to experience the taste of Grandma's hairless vulva.About an hour later, I heard my father say, "Mom—I want to ejaculate—I can't hold it in anymore—" "Good son—let Mom lift her buttocks—let the semen go deep into Mom's uterus—" Grandma said. Unable to resist my curiosity, I secretly slipped over to peek again. I saw Grandma lift her legs and place them on my father's shoulders. My father, holding his thick, large penis, thrust it into Grandma's vagina with a "plop," then held her head and kissed her. After kissing for a while, my father lifted his head, grasped Grandma's breasts with both hands, and began to vigorously fuck her, his buttocks rising and falling. "Oh—oh—oh—" Grandma frowned, her hands holding my father's buttocks. My father fucked for about ten more minutes, then suddenly lay on top of Grandma, forcefully thrusting his penis deep into her vagina. I knew my father was ejaculating. Grandma held Dad tightly, her snow-white thighs and vulva spread wide, receiving her son's semen. At that moment, I suddenly felt ridiculous. For a long time afterward, I pondered this question: Grandpa's semen conceived Dad in Grandma's vulva, and Dad grew up, then came to fuck that vulva, constantly ejaculating into the vulva that gave him birth and nurtured him—wasn't that mysterious? That night, Grandma didn't go back to her own bed; she slept with Dad all night. Ever since that voyeuristic encounter, I've been filled with complex thoughts about Grandma. I learned of her lewd and shameless side, and because of this, I was filled with sexual fantasies about her. Of course, she knew nothing of this; she remained as loving and kind to me as ever, still taking meticulous care of me in my daily life. My father still often didn't come home, and my grandmother still slept in the same bed with me every night. But whenever I shared a bed with my grandmother, I would have sexual fantasies, often secretly turning on the light to peek at her naked body. I would look at her large, white breasts and her hairless vulva, and it seemed that my grandmother didn't notice. These voyeuristic glances gave me immense pleasure. I fantasized many times about making love with my grandmother, but I never had the courage. As time went by, this fantasy evolved into a desire, and it grew stronger and stronger. Sometimes I even wanted to rape her. One chance encounter made my desire a reality. It was a hot summer night. My grandmother fell asleep quickly after we got into bed. But I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. I turned on the light and, as usual, peeked at my grandmother's naked body. Grandma had been covered with a sheet, but perhaps because it was hot, she pulled it off in her sleep, saving me the trouble. Grandma looked so alluring in the lamplight, her large, slightly sagging breasts, her rosy vulva beneath her hairless mons pubis—all of this intensely stimulated me, causing my penis to involuntarily harden. "Oh—oh—oh—good son—fuck me deeper—fuck me deeper—" Grandma began to talk in her sleep. From her words, I knew she was having sex with Dad in her dream. Her expression grew increasingly lewd, her mouth murmuring incessantly, her thighs spreading wide, making her vulva even more visible. I knelt between Grandma's legs, carefully examining her vulva. This was the first time I had observed a woman's vulva so clearly. The high mons pubis made Grandma's entire vulva bulge outwards, like a steamed bun. Her large labia majora, parted from the dream of intercourse, revealed a pink clitoris. Below the clitoris was a wide, fleshy opening, the vaginal fluid flowing from it soaking the sheets and her thighs. "Oh—oh—oh—son—fuck Mom to death—fuck Mom hard—" Grandma cried out incessantly, her vaginal fluid increasing with each cry. I could no longer restrain myself, and with my hand, I took my penis and tried to insert it into that opening. Lacking sexual experience, I couldn't get it in at first. Just as I was struggling, Grandma suddenly parted her thighs again, making it easier for me. When I tried to insert my penis again, it went in with a "plop." I then lay down on top of Grandma. A surge of intense pleasure instantly coursed through my body. I felt my penis suddenly enter a place that was incredibly soft, incredibly smooth, and incredibly warm. Animal instincts compelled me to thrust my penis in and out relentlessly, fucking Grandma's enormous vulva with all my might, wishing I could bury my entire body inside her. She didn't wake up while I was fucking her. Perhaps she mistook me for Dad, for she was still making lewd moans and holding me tightly with both hands, urging me to go deeper. I fucked her for over an hour, feeling a little tired, so I pressed my entire body against Grandma's body, panting, and like Dad, played with her large, white breasts. Perhaps I had inadvertently hurt Grandma, for she suddenly opened her eyes. When she realized it was me having sex with her, she was initially quite surprised, but she didn't push me away. I thought Grandma would scold me, but she didn't. Her expression gradually changed from surprise to lust, and she suddenly hugged me tightly, saying, "Hao'er—fuck me—Grandma will let you fuck me—Hao'er has grown up—" My heart went from tense to relaxed, and an overwhelming sexual urge made me hug this white and wanton old woman with both hands, fucking her desperately, forgetting myself and feeling the unparalleled pleasure that her hairless vulva brought me, feeling the complex incestuous pleasure of fucking my own grandma. Grandma closed her eyes, enjoying the sexual pleasure brought by her grandson. After about another hour of sex, Grandma lifted her buttocks, letting me ejaculate deep into her uterus. This vagina, which had received Grandpa's semen, conceived Dad, and then received her own son's semen, was now receiving her own grandson's semen. That night, I had sex with Grandma three times. Each time, Grandma accepted me with great enthusiasm, satisfying me with her fair and tender body. Grandma said to me, "Good grandson, from now on, you can play with whatever you want. You don't know, ever since your father went out to work, I've never been satisfied, always longing for a man to satisfy me. Hao'er, from now on, Grandma's body belongs to you two, grandpa and grandson." Grandma is truly a treasure. Her body was my grandfather's paradise, after he passed away it became my father's paradise, and now it's my paradise. Her body has provided sexual services for three generations of men in our family; she should be considered a hero of our family. Since I started having a sexual relationship with Grandma, my relationship with her has become even closer. Our sexual relationship was soon discovered by my father, but he didn't fly into a rage; he gradually accepted it. He told me: "Take care of Grandma's health; she's already over 60 years old, don't let her overwork herself." I found it funny that he didn't think about tiring his grandma when he was playing with her, so I didn't take his words to heart.Our family lived like this. To outsiders, although our family was incomplete, it seemed very harmonious. My grandmother and I were intimate almost every night. Whenever we shared a bed, I felt a strong sexual urge. I would always snuggle into her arms and touch her body—her breasts, her vulva, and every inch of her skin. At these times, my grandmother would gently cooperate with me, letting me do as I pleased. After caressing her, I would become extremely aroused and mount her, fucking her vulva. Her large, hairless vulva gave me endless pleasure. After I ejaculated inside her, she would always lovingly embrace me, letting me bury my head between her breasts, my penis still inside her vulva. At this time, she would pat my buttocks and tell me about her amorous affairs. Sometimes, while talking, she would insert her hand into her vagina and stroke my penis inside. Listening to her, I would often become aroused again and have sex with her a second time. One rainy night, Grandma told me a shocking secret, a secret even my father didn't know. That day, as usual, after I ejaculated, I lay on top of Grandma, sucking on her nipple, and said, "Grandma, when was the first time you were fucked?" My question was a bit abrupt, but Grandma wasn't angry. "Okay, I'll tell you how I lost my virginity for the first time; you might be shocked." Grandma then told me a secret she had kept hidden in her heart for decades. "It's like this," Grandma said. "I am an illegitimate child, abandoned by my mother after birth. An old bachelor adopted me. That old bachelor—my adoptive father—is more than thirty years older than me. He raised me, and I am still very grateful to him." Grandma became a little emotional as she said this, and her vagina loosened up considerably. "My adoptive father used to hold me while I slept since I was little. Perhaps because he had never been intimate with a woman's body before, he became very interested in my body after I entered adolescence. Every night, he would stroke my vulva. I remember when I was 17, one night, he used his fingers to probe my vulva. When he inserted two fingers into my clitoris, he seemed very happy. He said, 'Before, I could only insert one, but today both are in, so I can definitely fuck you.' As he spoke, he lay on top of me and said, 'Good girl, Daddy wants to fuck you tonight, just bear with it.'" After saying that, he spread my legs and inserted his penis into my vagina. At that time, I was completely obedient to my adoptive father, so I obediently raised my buttocks for him to penetrate me. When that thick penis finally entered, I felt a sharp pain. Since it was my adoptive father's first time having sex, he was very excited. That night, he fucked me three or four times. The next day, I was too scared to walk; my vagina was swollen from being fucked. As Grandma said this, a lot of fluid came out of my vagina, and I slowly played with it. Grandma continued, "From then on, my adoptive father and I were father and daughter in name, but husband and wife in reality. I grew up slowly through my adoptive father's sex. A woman who grows up with sexual stimulation will have better developed sexual organs. The reason why my vagina and breasts are so full is largely due to my adoptive father's frequent playing with me since I was a child." Grandma seemed a little proud as she said this. It must be admitted that her body is indeed very attractive and sexy. Grandma continued, " Because my adoptive father didn't know how to use contraception, I was repeatedly impregnated and miscarried several times. When I was eighteen, he got me pregnant again. The doctor said I couldn't have any more miscarriages, or I would lose my fertility. This put my adoptive father in a difficult position. He had no choice but to find me a man to avoid embarrassment. And so, I married your grandfather. On our wedding night, your grandfather was completely captivated by my radiant body. He doted on me and had sex with me without restraint. Later, he discovered I was pregnant, and he was overjoyed. Actually, this child was my adoptive father's; this child was your father. Hearing Grandma tell this, I was shocked: this was the mystery of my father's origins; it turned out my father was also the result of incest. Grandma continued, "After I got married, my adoptive father was very lonely. To repay his kindness in raising me, I often went to see him. Every time, I let him have his fill, letting him experience all the wonders of a woman through me. Sometimes your grandfather was puzzled: he noticed that every time I returned from visiting my parents' home, my vulva would be red and swollen, all because of my adoptive father's lovemaking." Grandma said that until my adoptive father died, she maintained a sexual relationship with him, serving him like a wife and satisfying him. When my father was 10 years old, a car accident took my grandfather's life. After my grandfather's death, she never remarried. People said she had no pubic hair, was a "white tiger," and would bring misfortune to her husband and father; no one dared to marry her. Thus, she could only rely on my father for survival. When my father was 17, he had sex with her for the first time, and this relationship remained unchanged afterward. When she was 40, she became pregnant again, thanks to my father, of course. At first, she wanted an abortion, but my father disagreed. My grandmother had no choice but to secretly give birth to the child—that is, me. I was shocked when I heard this news. Later, thinking about it carefully, I found it quite interesting: I am my father's son, my grandmother's grandson; I am also my grandmother's son, and my father's brother. My grandmother is my father's mother, and also the mother of his son. My grandmother said that I was initially given away. After my father got married, his wife—my nominal mother—could not have children and took me back. They claimed it was an adopted child to cover their tracks. Later, my mother couldn't tolerate my father's incestuous relationship with my grandmother and divorced her. After telling me all this, my grandmother treated me even better. Whenever I lay on her plump, white vulva, playing with her breasts, I couldn't help but call her "Mom." Countless times I played with her luscious opening, and my mind wandered. My father crawled out from here, and I crawled out from here too. My grandfather, father, and grandfather had all made love in this opening countless times, and now I ejaculated here countless times. Whenever I thought of this, I would feel a surge of lust and couldn't help but thrust my thick penis straight inside. I grew up amidst my grandmother's sexual love. Later, I went to university and worked in a faraway city after graduation. Later, I got married and started a family. My father didn't continue his lineage; he lived with my grandmother. Every time I went home to visit, I would have sex with her. She always let me play with her freely, and several times my father and I played with her body together. Perhaps because her body gave me so much pleasure, even when I had sex with my wife, I always thought of her. The last time I had sex with her was when she was 78 years old; by then, her body had atrophied. When I eagerly pulled down her pants, I found her vulva was still very moist—her clitoris and labia hadn't withered. I inserted my penis deep into her vulva, holding her withered body, and slowly fucked her; the sensation from my penis was still very stimulating. My grandmother said that only her penis hadn't aged because it was soaked in semen. My grandmother passed away at the age of 82. On the day she died, when my father and I were changing her mourning clothes, I noticed semen leaking from her vagina. Later, my father told me that before she died, my grandmother asked him to have sex with her, and he had no choice but to comply. After ejaculating, my grandmother wouldn't let him pull out. My father felt her body gradually cooling down with his penis. After my grandmother died, my father said he held her body and had sex with her for several more days, reluctant to let go. My father said that my grandmother passed away peacefully and contentedly.After I got married, my adoptive father was very lonely. To repay his kindness in raising me, I often went to see him. Every time, I let him have his fill, letting him experience all the wonders of a woman through me. Sometimes my grandfather was puzzled: he noticed that every time I returned from visiting my parents' home, my vulva would often be red and swollen, all because of my adoptive father's penetration. "Grandma said that until my adoptive father died, she maintained a sexual relationship with him, serving him and satisfying him like a wife. When Dad was 10, a car accident took Grandpa's life. After Grandpa's death, she never remarried. People said she had no pubic hair, was a 'white tiger,' and would bring misfortune to her husband and father; no one dared to marry her. So she and Dad could only depend on each other. Dad had his first sexual relationship with her when he was 17, and this relationship remained unchanged afterward. When she was 40, she became pregnant again, thanks to Dad. At first, she wanted to abort, but Dad disagreed. Grandma had no choice but to secretly give birth to that child—that is, me. When I heard this news, I was shocked. Later, thinking about it carefully, I found it quite interesting: I am Dad's son." I am my grandmother's grandson; I am also her son, and my father's younger brother. My grandmother is my father's mother, and also the mother of his son. My grandmother said that I was given away at first. After my father got married, his wife—my nominal mother—could not have children, so she took me back. They said I was an adopted child to cover it up. Later, my mother couldn't tolerate my father and grandmother's incestuous relationship and divorced her. After telling me all this, my grandmother treated me even better. Whenever I lay on her plump, white vulva, playing with her breasts, I couldn't help but call her "Mom." Countless times I played with her plump, fleshy opening, and my imagination ran wild. My father crawled out from here, and I crawled out from here too. My grandfather, father, and grandfather had all done this countless times... This fleshy cave has been a place of endless pleasure and dew, where I have now ejaculated countless times. Whenever I think of it, my lust flares up, and I can't resist thrusting my thick, erect penis inside. I grew up amidst my grandmother's lovemaking. Later, I went to university and, after graduation, worked in a faraway city. Later, I got married and started a family. My father didn't remarry; he lived with my grandmother. Every time I visited home, I had sex with her. She always let me play with her freely; several times, my father and I played with her body together. Perhaps because my grandmother's body gave me so much pleasure, even when I made love with my wife, I always thought of her. The last time I had sex with my grandmother was when she was 78 years old; by then, her body had atrophied. When I couldn't wait... When I pulled down her pants, I noticed her vulva was still very moist—her clitoris and labia weren't withered. I inserted my penis deep into her vagina, holding her dry body, and slowly fucked her; the sensation from my penis was still very stimulating. Grandma said that only her penis hadn't aged because it was soaked in semen. Grandma passed away at 82. On the day she died, Dad and I... When Dad changed her mourning clothes, I noticed semen leaking from her vulva. Later, Dad told me that Grandma had asked him to have sex with her before she died, and he had no choice but to comply. After ejaculating, Grandma wouldn't let him pull out. Dad felt her body gradually cooling down with his penis. After Grandma died, Dad said he held her body and had sex with her for several more days, reluctant to let go. Dad said Grandma passed away peacefully and contentedly.After I got married, my adoptive father was very lonely. To repay his kindness in raising me, I often went to see him. Every time, I let him have his fill, letting him experience all the wonders of a woman through me. Sometimes my grandfather was puzzled: he noticed that every time I returned from visiting my parents' home, my vulva would often be red and swollen, all because of my adoptive father's penetration. "Grandma said that until my adoptive father died, she maintained a sexual relationship with him, serving him and satisfying him like a wife. When Dad was 10, a car accident took Grandpa's life. After Grandpa's death, she never remarried. People said she had no pubic hair, was a 'white tiger,' and would bring misfortune to her husband and father; no one dared to marry her. So she and Dad could only depend on each other. Dad had his first sexual relationship with her when he was 17, and this relationship remained unchanged afterward. When she was 40, she became pregnant again, thanks to Dad. At first, she wanted to abort, but Dad disagreed. Grandma had no choice but to secretly give birth to that child—that is, me. When I heard this news, I was shocked. Later, thinking about it carefully, I found it quite interesting: I am Dad's son." I am my grandmother's grandson; I am also her son, and my father's younger brother. My grandmother is my father's mother, and also the mother of his son. My grandmother said that I was given away at first. After my father got married, his wife—my nominal mother—could not have children, so she took me back. They said I was an adopted child to cover it up. Later, my mother couldn't tolerate my father and grandmother's incestuous relationship and divorced her. After telling me all this, my grandmother treated me even better. Whenever I lay on her plump, white vulva, playing with her breasts, I couldn't help but call her "Mom." Countless times I played with her plump, fleshy opening, and my imagination ran wild. My father crawled out from here, and I crawled out from here too. My grandfather, father, and grandfather had all done this countless times... This fleshy cave has been a place of endless pleasure and dew, where I have now ejaculated countless times. Whenever I think of it, my lust flares up, and I can't resist thrusting my thick, erect penis inside. I grew up amidst my grandmother's lovemaking. Later, I went to university and, after graduation, worked in a faraway city. Later, I got married and started a family. My father didn't remarry; he lived with my grandmother. Every time I visited home, I had sex with her. She always let me play with her freely; several times, my father and I played with her body together. Perhaps because my grandmother's body gave me so much pleasure, even when I made love with my wife, I always thought of her. The last time I had sex with my grandmother was when she was 78 years old; by then, her body had atrophied. When I couldn't wait... When I pulled down her pants, I noticed her vulva was still very moist—her clitoris and labia weren't withered. I inserted my penis deep into her vagina, holding her dry body, and slowly fucked her; the sensation from my penis was still very stimulating. Grandma said that only her penis hadn't aged because it was soaked in semen. Grandma passed away at 82. On the day she died, Dad and I... When Dad changed her mourning clothes, I noticed semen leaking from her vulva. Later, Dad told me that Grandma had asked him to have sex with her before she died, and he had no choice but to comply. After ejaculating, Grandma wouldn't let him pull out. Dad felt her body gradually cooling down with his penis. After Grandma died, Dad said he held her body and had sex with her for several more days, reluctant to let go. Dad said Grandma passed away peacefully and contentedly.

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