[Urban] Incestuous Relationships (Complete) - 4-6

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(IV)

When he regained his senses, he could still feel the trembling heat flowing through his body.

His mother's lower body was a mess, milky white semen mixed with the flowing vaginal fluid, soaking and sticking to her entire vulva.

He didn't pull his penis out because his mother's vagina had just experienced the most intense earthquake. At this moment, the muscles on the vaginal walls were still extremely contracted, tightly wrapping around his penis, making it impossible for him to withdraw completely. In fact, he didn't intend to withdraw. He liked the warm feeling of being contained by his mother, which was not only comfortable but also made him feel safer. He was afraid that if he left his mother's body, he would revert to the original pure mother-son relationship. Only by remaining deeply inside his mother's body could he feel that he and his mother were of one flesh and blood, completely fused as one.

After a long time, his mother's tense body finally softened, and her vagina, which had been ravaged by the storm, gradually relaxed, releasing its tightly wrapped captive, and the flow of fluid gradually stopped.

Paul felt his mother's vagina expand, and his penis, which had just released all its desire but was still buried in his mother's warm flesh, began to swell again inside her. He began to thrust his penis in and out of his mother's wet vagina

. "Oh God, does my son want to fuck his mother again?" Dai couldn't believe that her son could regain his strength and vitality in such a short time.

"Yes, Mom, do you like it?" he growled, burying his head in his mother's vagina and fucking her harder and faster. "Your bad son is going to fuck his mother all night long, fuck her cunt raw, and make her forget everything

that happened this afternoon." "Oh, son, you are Mommy's best—best ... Their mouths were locked together, their tongues intertwined, passionately sucking each other's saliva. It was a long time before they separated. Dai's hand slid down her son's back to his buttocks. Suddenly, she gripped his buttocks tightly, her nails digging deep into his skin. "Let's begin, son, hurry, Mommy can't wait. Fuck Mommy hard, thrust into Mommy's cunt hard. I want you to be happy with Mommy all night long. I want your big cock, I love the feeling of my son's big cock inside me. Hurry, son!" The itching in her lower body was unbearable; she only wanted her son's big cock inside her to relieve the itch. "All night long, oh, child, I want all night long..." she repeated repeatedly, raising her thighs and wrapping them around her son's waist. "Fuck your mother, I want you to fuck your slutty mother all night long!" she pleaded incessantly, her buttocks beginning to thrust. Encouraged by his mother, Bao began to vigorously thrust into her wide-open vagina. His thick penis moved in and out like a tiger descending a mountain, making a loud "whoosh" sound. Each thrust caused his mother to cry out "Ouch, ouch!" and beg for mercy, but this only fueled his fighting spirit. He thrust even more relentlessly into his mother's cunt, as if he wanted to tear it apart. The two were locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies intertwined, their lower bodies colliding with each other in a piston-like motion, making loud "thump, thump" sounds. Mother and son were completely immersed in the incestuous forbidden union, experiencing pleasure that transcended physical limits. Bao bravely charged forward, each heavy thrust eliciting wanton moans from his mother. Each time his glans touched the cervix, his mother would twist her hips frantically, resisting his impact. He was blinded by lust, his movements becoming increasingly violent. Each time, his huge glans seemed to pierce her cervix, but she felt no pain, only an overwhelming pleasure constantly assaulting every nerve ending. She only knew to thrust her hips upwards incessantly, welcoming her son's powerful thrusts, greedily sucking on his huge, young penis with her wet, hot, and sensual vagina, soothing his constant demands. An hour passed unnoticed, the mother and son still entwined like two wild beasts in heat. During that hour, Dai was brought to orgasm several times by her son's beastly attacks. Each time she ejaculated, her movements couldn't slow down, because her son's thrusts were still so powerful and fierce, forcing her to try to meet his movements, which brought her even more frenzied pleasure. Her vaginal fluids gushed out continuously, soaking her son's undiminished life force, wetting their joined parts, and flowing all over the sofa. After an hour and a half, Dai finally felt that her son was about to ejaculate. His movements obviously quickened, the speed of his thrusts became faster and faster, the intervals between each thrust became shorter and shorter, and each insertion made her feel as if her body was being pierced. His thighs began to tremble. Finally, with a roar, he thrust his enormous penis deep into her vagina, penetrating to the hilt, into her uterus. She felt her son's body suddenly tremble violently, and her vagina involuntarily trembled as well. Then, she felt something inside her suddenly erupt, like a dam bursting, a torrent of heat rushing in, instantly filling her entire thirsty, empty uterus with molten lava. Her mind went blank, only the ever-increasing pleasure growing within her. Bao groaned and roared with pleasure, his hips thrusting rapidly, his penis deeply embedded in his mother's body, the glans continuously spurting flames of desire, each gush of hot fluid violently striking his mother's convulsing flower. "Spurt, spurt, spurt!" Bao cried out, experiencing the dual physical and mental impact of the ejaculation within his mother. Finally, his penis, after wailing and spitting out its last drop, stopped its lewd ejaculation and quickly shrank. He pulled out his penis, rolled over, and sat next to his mother, but his breathing was still erratic. The frenzied, lewd ejaculation had been a huge shock to his mind and body; he needed time to process it. "Oh God, that was crazy, son! You were amazing!" Dai was still reveling in the afterglow of pleasure. "Mom has never tried such crazy sex before, never... never!" "Did you enjoy it, Mom?" Bao smiled contentedly, picking up the wine beside him. He poured two glasses, gave one to his mother, and waited for her answer. "Of course I enjoyed it, it was simply wonderful," she suddenly sighed softly, draining her glass. "But I'm also a little worried." "Worried?" he asked, refilling her glass. "Yes, a little worried," she muttered to herself, draining her glass again. "Worried about what?" "When you realize that your little son, who once knew nothing but how to cuddle with his mother, is no longer a child, you'll understand why Mom is uneasy." She frowned, remaining silent. “Anyway, when you see your son grow up right before your eyes, you’re bound to be a little scared,” she continued. “One minute you were Mommy’s dear little baby, but the next minute you’re a big, juicy man. The contrast is too great.” “But how can that scare you, Mommy?” “I’m scared to know that my innocent son has grown up,” she forced a smile, “and completely mature. I mean, you’re a grown man now.” “But I’ll always be Mommy’s little boy. I’ll always stay by Mommy’s side and give Mommy the happiness she needs.” He grinned mischievously.

"Oh, I know you'll always be my little darling, child, but everything we did tonight has changed our relationship. You might not feel it, but Mommy definitely does."

"Hmm?" He looked at his mother with a puzzled expression.

"Mommy never imagined that such a huge passion was hidden inside you. Now that it's suddenly erupted, I'm afraid you can't control it."

"You think this is scary?"

"A little." She laughed a little nervously as she said this.

“Why? You know I would never, ever hurt you, Mom.”

“Maybe,” she said gently, her fingers tracing her son’s broad chest before moving down to grasp his now-soft penis. “But it’s hard to control emotions when they’re aroused, like when you’re jealous.”

“You’re right, Mom,” he immediately agreed, his hand stroking her soft, satin-smooth thighs. “This afternoon I almost killed that guy. I hated seeing him insult my mother.”

“But what if that man was your father?” she finally addressed her real concern, her fingers casually teasing the glans of his penis where passionate semen was gushing. “After all, we have to go home. You can’t avoid facing your father.”

“I don’t want to think about that right now,” he said, somewhat agitated. “I just want to make love to Mom forever, forever and ever, and starting now.”

"Now? You want it again? So soon?" she asked in surprise, but she didn't need to answer anymore, because she saw her son's limp penis already standing up, growing bigger, harder, and thicker.

"You said you'd fuck me all night, didn't you, Mom?" Bao chuckled lewdly, placing the wine and glass on the floor beside the sofa.

"All night..." Dai groaned, slowly turning over to lie on her back, spreading her legs again. "Yes, all night, son, let Mom see if her little baby can drive her crazy all night. Come on, fuck Mom, good son, big-cocked son, Mom's cunt will always welcome you."

Bao quickly climbed on top of his mother, grasped his swollen penis, and positioned the purplish glans against his mother's already dripping wet cunt. He gently touched it, then thrust it in hard, plunging his penis deep into his mother's hot, wet hole, all the way to the hilt.

"Oh, so full, so satisfying! Good son, good cock!" Dai groaned, her lower body finally satisfied. "Use your big thing, your big meat stick, to fuck your mother! Mother is so slutty, mother loves the feeling of being penetrated by her son, oh, so comfortable, mother wants to feel this comfortable all night long!"

Outside, the wind and rain continued to rage, but inside the room, spring was in full bloom, a passionate embrace. Mother and son were lost in forbidden lovemaking, seemingly oblivious to everything else, casting aside morality, ethics, and shame, leaving only naked sex in the world.

All night long! It was truly remarkable.

Mother and son really did make love wildly all night long, trying every position they could think of. Sometimes the son would be on top, his thick penis thrusting hard into his mother's cunt until they both came; sometimes the mother would lie on the ground in a doggy-style position, letting her son pound into her cunt from behind; sometimes the mother would use her large breasts to clamp her son's young penis, squeezing and kneading it forcefully, letting him ejaculate all over her face; sometimes the mother would sit on her son's stomach in a woman-on-top position, actively stroking his still-powerful penis, bringing herself to a rapid orgasm... Occasionally they would stop, drink a glass of wine, slightly calm their rapid breathing, and then continue their frenzied physical union.

Mother and son seemed oblivious to fatigue, only knowing how to desperately take from each other, as if the next day were the end of the world.

This frenzied behavior continued throughout the night.

Their joined parts were wet and dry, dry and wet again, the flowing fluids foaming under the intense friction, surrounding their genitals and covering their entire lower body, but mother and son still passionately continued their lower body intercourse.

"Fuck you, fuck you to death, you slutty mother, whore, stinking bitch! You even dare to seduce your own son, see how I deal with you!"

"Oh...oh...good son, well done! Mommy is a bitch! Mommy is so slutty! Mommy just likes to seduce her son! Mommy likes her son's big cock! Oh...it feels so good...it's so beautiful...Mommy's going to cum...Mommy's going to cum for her son..."

"I can't take it anymore, Mommy, I'm going to cum again, oh..."

"Good son, good baby," Dai moaned, her thighs tightly clamping her son's waist, desperately shaking her buttocks, waiting for her son to irrigate her again, "Cum for Mommy, cum inside Mommy, Mommy wants it so much..."

This was Bao's ninth ejaculation today. The excessive output made him feel powerless for the first time, but it also gave him a heart-pounding stimulation, making his whole body tremble. His stiff penis struggled like a wounded bird to spit out the last drop of essence, barely filling the bottomless hole below his mother.

"I did it, Mom! I did it again! I shot inside you again! Haha... Waaah... I hope this isn't the last time." He struggled to turn over, lying next to his mother, pulling his now limp penis from her seemingly insatiable vagina, panting heavily.

The house fell silent, only the soft firelight flickering, while the torrential rain outside continued unabated.

Dai Jiao lay languidly beside her son, her damp vulva glistening with the copious milky semen that had been ejaculated by her son slowly overflowing, mixing with her own vaginal fluids. Due to the intense friction between their bodies, this mixture had transformed into a thick, white, foamy substance, covering her entire plump vulva and dripping slowly down her wet pubic hair.

"Mom, what is this?" Bao asked curiously, looking at the lewd mixture on his mother's vulva.

“I’ve heard people call this ‘love cream,’ baby,” she said with a lewd smile, her fingers gently stirring the mixture. “I’ve never seen it before. If you hadn’t shot so much into Mommy today, and had been with Mommy for so long, I really wouldn’t have seen it.”

She scraped some of the mixture, put it in her mouth, licked it clean, and then savored it.

“It’s our taste,” she said to her son with a smile, scraping some more of the mixture. “It’s yours, and it’s mine; it’s the crystallization of our love.”

“It’s like giving birth,” he chuckled lewdly. “A part belongs to you, and another part belongs to me.”

“Yes, like giving birth,” she smiled back, savoring their crystallization of love again. “And many children, thousands upon thousands of children.”

“Then may I lick our child, Mommy?” he asked, licking his lips as if he were about to taste a delicious delicacy.

"Oh, of course, my good baby can do anything to his mother, anything he wants," she said seductively, still full of lust. "Really, anything..."

Unfortunately, Bao had already been drained of all his reserves by his mother, otherwise he would have pounced on her again long ago. He simply stuck out his tongue to lick his mother's plump vulva, cleaning off the "love cream," and then continued to attack her protruding clitoris, bringing her to another climax.

At this moment, a rumbling thunderclap came from the distant horizon, as if the heavens were protesting against the immoral and lewd acts committed by this forbidden mother and son.

...

After a long, long time, Bao slowly opened his eyes, feeling a splitting headache. He had drunk too much last night, and the excessive lust had left his mind blank. It took him a while to come to his senses and remember where he was.

He glanced at the clock on the table; it clearly showed three in the afternoon. So much time had passed!

He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his head. Suddenly, scenes of the previous night's lewd passion flashed before his eyes, and he shuddered.

"Was this really happening, or just a dream?"

Deep down, he vaguely hoped it was real, but he knew the chances were slim. He laughed at himself for being drunk; what kind of son would have the pleasure of sleeping with his own mother? It must be a dream! Thinking this, he felt a pang of disappointment. If only it were real, he sighed. Next life, he comforted himself, but even he found it absurd.

Then he smelled a mysterious and familiar fragrance in the air, so strong, as if it were right next to his nose. He carefully tried to recall it.

Oh, it was his mother's scent!

He used to know and love this scent so well; it had accompanied him through most of his infancy, childhood, and adolescence. But this fragrance was so different from what he was used to; it had an indescribable, provocative, and erotic quality, seemingly capable of arousing all the desires hidden within him.

He suddenly awoke from his dazed state—his mother was lying right next to him!

He could feel the rich fragrance and warmth emanating from her body, and watching her chest rise and fall with her breath under the thin sheet, he couldn't help but swallow.

His mother sleeping next to him didn't necessarily mean anything; perhaps she had gotten cold in the middle of the night and had come to the fireplace to warm herself? Who knows?

Finally, his mind began to function again.

What was she wearing underneath? Was she wearing underwear? That was the key. He knew he was naked, but that didn't mean anything, because he always slept naked; the key was his mother.

He needed to prove that what happened last night was real. This was important to him because, in his conscious state, he wouldn't dare to have any improper thoughts about his mother. Therefore, he wanted to know if his mother was really naked under the sheet.

Wearing, not wearing, wearing, not wearing… his mind raced, the mere thought of his mother sleeping naked beside him was enough to send a pleasurable spasm through his penis.

He carefully lifted the thin sheet covering his mother, took a deep breath, and mustered his courage to look inside.

God help it, his mother was naked! Then everything last night wasn't a dream!

He felt a surge of excitement, his whole body throbbing with fervor, his penis already erect, eagerly seeking further confirmation.

It was real!

He had indeed slept with his mother; he had indeed made love to her!

He felt dizzy; this was too stimulating, something he had never dared to even imagine before.

His penis swelled, hardened, and thickened rapidly. He reached down and grasped it; dried secretions still clung to it—proof of his love for his mother.

God, he had really slept with his dear mother, just as he remembered.

He looked at his mother's sleeping face—what a beautiful and captivating face!

What a lovely middle-aged woman she was!

He loved everything about her, not just as a mother.

He loved everything about his mother, both as a mother and as a woman; he only knew that he truly loved her.

He wanted to be his mother's closest lover, her sweetheart, her beloved. He wanted to possess her completely, to make her his own possession, to love only him for life. He didn't want to share his mother with any other man; even a glance from another man would drive him mad with jealousy.

He found himself with an insatiable desire for his mother's body. Even after the nine frenzied ejaculations of the previous night, he still wanted to make love to her again, still wanted to ejaculate his thick semen into her body again. He was practically going crazy with desire.

His penis was fully erect, and it seemed he could go again soon. He pulled the sheet off his mother and stared intently at her snow-white, full breasts. They were so beautiful, the most beautiful, the sexiest, and the most arousing breasts he had ever seen.

His mother's breasts rose and fell with her breath, trembling slightly, seemingly beckoning him to reach out and fondle them, then to caress them with his mouth. But he resisted the urge, knowing there were things he needed to do first, or else things would get really messy. Besides, he wondered what his mother would think of their incestuous union after last night's frenzy—would she regret it, or would she want to continue? He desperately wanted to know.

He reluctantly rolled off the bed, his genitals still rock hard, quite frighteningly so.

He stroked his penis with satisfaction, telling it to be patient, then walked to the window and looked outside.

The rain outside had stopped, and the sky was gradually clearing, though the dark clouds hadn't completely dispersed, and occasional raindrops still drifted down. It seemed unlikely there would be a heavy downpour, but the mountain path was too muddy to pass easily.

He watched the clouds for a while, then returned to the room where the stranger had been held.

Opening the door, he saw that the man still hadn't moved. He knelt beside him and reached out to check his pulse. When he touched the man's arm, he was startled. He knew there was no need to check the pulse anymore, because the stranger's body was completely cold and stiff; he was clearly dead.

Bao broke out in a cold sweat. He stood up, staring blankly at the scene before him.

Damn it, what did I do? Will I go to jail for murder? It was self-defense, wasn't it? Oh, what bad luck. I hope the police will believe me.

Bao's mind was a mess. He staggered back, slamming his head against the door. He quickly went out and locked the door behind him. Why did he lock the door? The man was already dead; was he worried he might suddenly burst out?

"What are you doing, child?" Dai called him from the bed.

"Uh...uh...uh..." he stammered, "Uh...oh, I'm washing my face."

He rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. His first murder had left him flustered, and he had to calm himself down.

What should he do? He was acting purely in self-defense. After all, the man had barged in unexpectedly; they hadn't invited him, and he was carrying a gun. He had no choice but to defend himself. It was just that the man was incredibly unlucky; a light tap on the head was all it took.

He kept splashing cold water on his face, looking in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, making him look terrifying. He looked down and saw that his once-proud penis was now limp and pitifully hanging between his legs.

The initial fear of seeing a dead body completely dispelled his burning lust. Seeing the dried, cracked residue clinging to his glans, he suddenly felt ashamed and quickly took a shower, washing himself clean.

As the cold water washed over him, his mind gradually calmed, the terror of death slowly subsided, and lewd desires surged back.

If it weren't for that damned stranger, perhaps his mother would always have been his mother, and he would never have had the chance to sleep with her. So, although he deeply hated that stranger, he had to thank him for this.

After drying himself, he casually tossed the towel aside and went to open the door.

Just as he turned the doorknob, he suddenly realized that if he went out naked like this, displaying his "assets" in front of his mother, would she think he was showing off, boasting that he had conquered her?

Perhaps that would offend her. It seemed better to cover himself up; after all, she was his mother, and it wouldn't be right to be so open.

He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and left the bathroom.

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(V)

"What's wrong? You seem a little unhappy," Dai asked.

He looked at his mother; she was sitting on the bed, languidly, naked, her exquisite curves exposed, her two large, white breasts hanging precariously on her chest, trembling as if beckoning him, her eyes filled with boundless love, a provocative smile on her face.

The sheet draped down, covering her thighs, just enough to conceal her private parts, making them even more alluring.

His eyes were involuntarily fixed on his mother's beautiful breasts, a surge of heat rushing down his body, pounding against his glans.

"Did I do something wrong last night?" she asked.

"Oh, no, no, nothing," he quickly said, "Last night was unbelievable."

"So, what happened?" She yawned, stretching, her ample breasts swaying alluringly with the movement.

"Uh, that man..." he began to explain.

"How is he?" Dai interrupted him, "Is he alright?"

"Looks worse," he said, walking to the bedside.

"Should I go see him?" she asked, pulling back the sheet covering her legs. "We have to take care of him, even though it's his own fault."

"But," Bao hesitated before finally speaking, "unless you can bring him back to life, it's all a waste of time."

"What?" Dai gasped, her face turning deathly pale.

"He's dead," Bao repeated.

"Dead?"

"It seems so. He's lucky, he's gone to see God."

"Oh, God!"

Paul sat down beside his mother, took her hand, and the two sat there, staring into each other's eyes, speechless.

After a long while, Paul squeezed his mother's hand tightly.

"We can't bring him back to life, Mother."

"I think so," her body suddenly trembled, "but someone died in our inner room."

"But," he smiled, comforting his mother, "at least he can't bother us anymore, now it's just the two of us."

"Yes, just the two of us," she murmured, "the two of us..."

"I'm sorry he died," she continued, "but we didn't do anything wrong."

"Yes." He agreed, but his eyes kept lingering on his mother's trembling breasts.

"He brought it on himself."

"Right." He agreed again.

"Then, let him go to hell," she suddenly said fiercely, "I don't want that kind of man to ruin my life."

"Agreed," Paul echoed, his eyes still lecherously fixed on his mother's dazzlingly beautiful breasts.

"Oh...you little rascal," Dai laughed when she noticed her son staring at her breasts. "What mischievous idea are you hatching for your mother now?"

"Oh, I do have some ideas," he said, his face slightly flushed, "but I dare not do them, Mom. What if you have a different opinion about what happened last night? Wouldn't I have done something wrong?"

"My only thought is that I want to do it again." She stood up with a smile, looking at her son with a sly smile.

"You mean we did a great job last night?"

"Did I say that?" She didn't answer directly, but turned and walked towards the bathroom. "I'll be right back, get something to eat, and we'll talk later."

His eyes were involuntarily fixed on his mother's large buttocks, which swayed gracefully and alluringly with her movements, as if tempting him to commit a crime.

Just as he was staring intently at his mother's full buttocks, he suddenly noticed that his mother had stopped at the bathroom door and was smiling seductively at him.

"You liked it, didn't you?" She chuckled and disappeared into the bathroom.

This can't be true. Mom really does see him as a lover, a sweetheart; they're equals now!

She used to be the mother he revered. In the past, she would often spank him for his mistakes, make him clean his room, force him to eat vegetables he didn't like, forbid him from going out to play before finishing his homework, and forbid him from reading pornography—basically, everything a mother in the world might do to her child, she did to him.

Yes, she was his mother, but things were different now. She wasn't just fulfilling the duties of a mother anymore; she saw him as a man, a lover, the best lover who could give her sexual satisfaction, no longer a child she could beat and scold at will.

He had hoped his mother would show even a little regret or shame for their incestuous relationship, but she didn't, not at all.

He knew his mother wouldn't hide her feelings, so she genuinely enjoyed their perverse relationship.

The sound of water came from the bathroom. Imagining his mother standing under the shower, letting the water flow over her beautiful body, he couldn't help but get an erection. His genitals slowly filled with air, quickly swelling up, already awaiting a new assault.

He prepared snacks and wine, quietly waiting for his mother's arrival.

As if deliberately tormenting him, his mother stayed in the bathroom for a long time, forcing him to drink while soothing his little brother, barely suppressing the burning desire within him.

After he finished two glasses of wine, the bathroom door finally opened.

He poured himself a glass of wine and raised it to his mother as she approached.

"A toast to the most beautiful woman in the world." He gazed eagerly at his mother's naked, beautiful body, his face overflowing with desire.

"Really? You must have some designs on your mother, am I right?" Dai was pleased with her son's reaction; she enjoyed being stared at by his passionate gaze.

"Uh, no, I just wanted to express how beautiful a woman Mom is." He said awkwardly, feeling somewhat embarrassed that his mother had seen through his thoughts.

"Then, let Mom see yours too." Dai came to her son's side and gently untied the towel wrapped around his waist.

"Oh..." She looked at her son's enormous member with delight. "God, son, you have the cutest cock in the world."

As she spoke, she reached out and took his penis in her hand, gently massaging and kneading it, constantly stimulating its growth.

Bao couldn't help but groan; his mother's service was amazing.

A mischievous smile spread across Dai's face. She turned around, vigorously rubbing her son's penis with her hands while rubbing the shaft with her full buttocks.

Bao couldn't resist pressing his chest against his mother's hot, naked back, his hands on her full breasts.

"I love Mommy's breasts, I love them so much!" he murmured, skillfully squeezing them. "So soft, so sensual, so cute, there must be so much milk inside."

"I'm sorry, child, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you," Dai chuckled, her body trembling from her son's touch. "But Mommy can satisfy you in other ways, what else do you like?"

"Let me penetrate your cunt, Mommy, I want to be able to penetrate Mommy's cunt forever." He squeezed and kneaded his mother's full breasts, voicing his deepest desire.

Dai slowly leaned back against the table, still vigorously rubbing her son's thick penis.

When she lay face down on the table, her buttocks facing her son, she rubbed his hot, erect penis against her as she moved the food in front of her. She began to eat, her buttocks still lasciviously facing his penis, vigorously rubbing his throbbing glans with her full buttocks.

"You know what to do?" she asked. He continued eating without turning his head.

"Yes, Mom," he began to pant.

"Good." She instinctively spread her legs lasciviously, her buttocks raised high, fully exposing her vulva to her son's lustful gaze.

Bao Se eagerly grabbed his penis, pressing it between his mother's warm, moist legs, the glans meeting the soft, protruding mound of flesh. Unable to see, he thrust repeatedly, probing for the entrance to release his lust.

Dai, aroused and uncomfortable from her son's thrusts, began to sway her buttocks, guiding his penis to the correct entrance, so that his huge glans pressed against her hot, wet opening.

"Oh, okay, like that, hurry up and put it in, son." She couldn't hold back any longer, thrusting her hips back, trying to swallow her son's penis to relieve the itch in her unbearably itchy vagina. "Put it all the way in, Mommy's so itchy."

Bao didn't hesitate, thrusting his hips hard, and his thick penis slid smoothly into his mother's tightly contracted, incredibly hot vagina.

"Oh God, it feels so good, Mommy," she swayed her hips wildly, desperately responding to her son's movements. "You make Mommy feel like I've never had sex before, it's so wonderful, Mommy's been living such a wasted life!"

"I love fucking you the most, Mommy," he roared, his lower body slamming violently against his mother's white, tender buttocks. "I want to fuck you like this forever, Mommy."

"You're the best son in the world to fuck Mommy," she laughed wantonly. "I simply can't bear to be away from you."

"Great, Mommy." He thrust his penis in and out with satisfaction, releasing copious amounts of vaginal fluid with each stroke.

"You can fuck Mom anytime you want," she writhed in agony, the pleasure from her son's thick, long penis thrusting inside her growing stronger. "Mommy can't live without you anymore, son. Mommy wants your big cock inside Mommy's cunt every day. Mommy's addicted! Mommy's completely captivated by your big cock!"

"That's great, Mommy! I really, really, really love you!" He thrust excitedly, his penis seemingly knowing his feelings, growing ever larger and more vigorous.

"I love it when you fuck Mommy in all sorts of positions," Dai was completely mesmerized by this extremely lewd sex, only knowing to thrust her lower body desperately, "Do you like that, son?"

"Yes!" Bao's thrusts became faster and faster, causing Mommy's body to sway back and forth, making the table creak.

"Oh, good, good son, thrust harder, deeper." Dai was already in a daze, her body mechanically responding to her son's strong thrusts, the table creaking under their vigorous movements.

Bao thrust faster and harder, until finally, he felt his scrotum begin to contract, he was about to ejaculate.

Suddenly, a deafening sound came from afar, interrupting the forbidden lovemaking between mother and son.

"That bastard is yelling!" Bao was furious, the loud noise had pushed back the hot liquid that was already at his climax, he was naturally annoyed.

Neither of them moved, just remained in the position of penetration, quietly listening to the damned sound.

"It sounds like a helicopter." Dai hadn't recovered from the intense physical stimulation just now, and continued to thrust her hips, letting her son's penis give her even greater pleasure.

"Oh, no, Mom, don't do this, someone's coming."

"Oh, really? Oh, it wouldn't be good if someone saw us like this." Dai suddenly came to her senses, realizing that her son's penis was still inside her.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "I was about to ejaculate."

"I know, child," Dai said, equally embarrassed, "I was about to come too."

"Let's go see what those bastards are up to, what they want." He said angrily, but his penis remained erect because he hadn't ejaculated.

"Hey, is anyone in the house downstairs?" a man's voice came from above. "Is anyone inside?"

"Oh God, what should we do? They'll come in." Bao panicked and quickly pulled his penis out of his mother's body.

"Oh, oh, so good!" Dai was still reveling in her son's vigorous thrusting. "Good son, it feels so good to have your big cock inside Mommy."

"I know, Mom, stop now, I think they're about to come in," Bao said, worried about being discovered. "It'll be bad if they find out we're having sex."

"I know," Dai seemed unconcerned about being caught in the act, continuing to thrust. "It feels so good."

"What do we do now?" Bao didn't know what to do.

"I think we'd better answer their questions."

"Damn it!" Bao complained, leaving his mother's body and picking up the clothes scattered on the floor.

The two hurriedly dressed, the helicopter circling overhead, the turbulence making the roof rattle.

"If anyone is inside, please come out and put your hands on your heads."

"What? Sounds like they're serious."

"Hurry, son, let's get out of here, or they might really throw tear gas."

Dai frantically dressed and headed for the door.

"Wait, Mom, you'd better put your underwear on," Bowie grinned. "The helicopter's turbulence will lift your skirt, and then those bastards will get a good look at my beautiful vulva." "

Oh, you're right," Dai laughed, then went back and picked up a pair of underwear from the pile of clothes, hastily putting them on. "Thanks for reminding me, honey."

After his mother was dressed, Bowie opened the door and looked outside.

The trees and weeds outside were being whipped about by the powerful turbulence from the helicopter, and gravel and pieces of rotten wood were being swirled into the air, flying around the house.

"Wait a minute, Mom," Bowie said, "let me see if I can get them away from here."

"Okay," Dai hid behind her son, using the door to block the flying debris.

Bowie put his hands on his head, stepped out of the house, and stood on the stone steps in front of the door.

The turbulence from the helicopter was strong; he struggled to steady himself and looked up.

"Are you alright?" A voice came from the red, white, and blue helicopter hovering overhead.

Bao shook his head frantically, gesturing for the helicopter to back up a bit.

"We'll stop here. Are you alone?"

Dai stepped out, swaying slightly as she stood beside her son, clutching the hem of her skirt tightly to keep it from being whipped up by the airflow.

Seeing his mother beside him, Bao held up two fingers to indicate they were alone.

"Just the two of you?"

Bao nodded vigorously, then they saw the helicopter slowly turn around, revealing its markings. Mother and son both gasped, a chill running down their spines.

They looked at each other: the police. What were the police doing here?

The helicopter slowly landed a short distance away, and two fully armed policemen disembarked, wading through the mud towards them.

"You're a family, right?" one of them asked.

"Uh, yes, what's the matter?" Bao asked nervously.

"A murderer has escaped to the mountains around here," the older policeman said, approaching them.

"Hmm," Bowie exclaimed in surprise, "Is it true?"

"I'm afraid so," the policeman turned to them, "Have either of you seen any strangers around here?"

Bowie and his mother exchanged glances, realizing that this was what the policeman had come for.

"I'm afraid we did," Dai had no choice but to tell the truth.

"When?" the young policeman asked urgently.

"Yesterday afternoon," she said, clutching her chest tightly, her body trembling slightly, "A man broke into our house with a gun."

"Where is he now?"

"Inside the house..."

"I remember you said there were only the two of you in the house," the older policeman said, slowly drawing his pistol from his waist.

"I'm afraid he's dead," she whispered, feeling a chill run down her spine. In the distance, the helicopter's rotors were still spinning rapidly, making a rumbling sound.

"What?!" the older policeman shouted sharply, his pistol quickly pointing at the two of them, "You two, stand facing the wall, hands on your heads!"

The mother and son immediately complied.

"Go see who they killed," the older policeman ordered his partner.

Bao and his mother stood obediently with their hands on their heads, facing the wall, but they were terrified.

The young policeman quickly entered the house, while the older policeman pointed his gun at them, wary of any unwise actions they might take.

"Tell us what happened?"

"We'd only been here a short while when we heard a knock at the door," Dai said, calming herself as she explained to the police. "My son went to open the door, and then this stranger with a gun barged in."

"Why did you open the door for him?"

"It was raining heavily outside, and the man looked pitiful."

"And then?"

"He forced his way in and took off all his clothes in front of us," she continued, "and then he pointed the gun at us and did some lewd things to us."

"Sounds like the guy we're looking for," the policeman said. "He's accused of raping and murdering three women."

"Oh, God," Dai gasped, "Is that true?"

"Of course," the policeman continued, "and then?"

"Then, before he could do anything lewd to me, he put down his gun, and my son hit him on the back of the head with a stick."

"Oh, you're lucky!" the policeman laughed, just as his colleague came out.

"It's alright, boss," the young policeman said, stepping out. "He was the man we were looking for, but he's dead now."

"Looks like today is your lucky day," the older policeman chuckled, holstering his pistol. "You've not only survived, but you'll also receive a fifty-dollar reward as a reward for ridding the city of a menace."

The mother and son exchanged surprised glances, hardly believing their ears.

"Really?" Bowie said, lowering his hand.

"Of course it's true," the policeman assured him.

"Thank God," Dai cried tears of joy, hugging her son tightly.

"Now we should take you down the mountain," the policeman said.

"Hmm," Bowie was still stunned by what had just happened.

"We only have enough space for one person, so I see one of you will have to stay here overnight. We'll send another plane tomorrow, because flying in the mountains at night is too dangerous, so we can only send another plane after dawn." "

You really only have room for one person?" Dai asked.

“Yes,” the policeman said, “we came in a patrol plane, and the place is quite small.”

“I see. If, if it’s convenient,” Dai said earnestly, glancing at her son, “could you, uh, take that person’s body back first, and we can stay here tonight?”

“Hmm, that’s possible,” the policeman said hesitantly, “if you feel it’s safe to stay another night on this mountain, I don’t object.”

“Oh, I think it’ll be fine,” Dai smiled at him, “I feel at ease with my son by my side; he’ll help me if I have any difficulties.”

“I bet you’re very proud to have such a son.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Dai smiled confidently, taking her son’s hand, “I’m proud to have such a good son.”

“Hey, Mom,” Bao blushed, “I feel embarrassed saying that.”

“Okay, it’s decided then,” the policeman said, “we’ll go and move that person’s body away first.”

“Thank you, that makes me feel much more at ease.” Dai was indeed relieved; after all, having a dead body lying in the house was terrifying.

Two policemen went inside and carried the stranger's body out.

"Alright, we're leaving now. Hope to see you again tomorrow."

"What time tomorrow?" Dai asked, her face suddenly turning slightly red. "That way, we can prepare to leave together."

"Around ten o'clock, I guess," the policeman said, descending the stone steps.

"Okay," Dai now only hoped they would leave quickly so she could rekindle her relationship with her son. "See you tomorrow, we'll be ready. Have a safe trip."

"Thank you," the policeman smiled in return. "You two be careful too."

Bao and his mother stood at the door, watching the two policemen wade through the mud and return to the helicopter. They waved and watched the helicopter depart.

The two stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, silently watching it slowly sink below the horizon. They didn't say a word for a long time. Everything that had happened from yesterday to today made them feel like they had been reborn.

"Looks like it's going to rain again," Dai broke the silence.

By this time, the sun had completely set, and a few more dark clouds drifted in from the horizon. The surrounding air became muggy and humid, filled with a heavy dampness.

As a witness to their incestuous relationship, it seems the rain is about to start again. Should they start it too?

As if to answer their questions, a low rumble of thunder echoed from the distant horizon, seemingly urging the mother and son to hurry up and begin their sinful union.

"Looks like we won't be leaving until tomorrow," Dai said, a seductive smile returning to her face. She turned and embraced her son. "We might have to stay here for a week, just the two of us."

"Oh, looks like I'm destined to suffer for a week," Bao laughed lewdly.

"Oh, has my little darling grown tired of his dear mother?"

"Not even in ten thousand years, I promise!" He grinned lewdly, pressing his already hard penis against his mother's lower abdomen. "Right now, I just want to continue what we were doing when those two stinky cops interrupted us."

"Really?" Dai smiled and walked into the house.

"Can't you feel it, Mom?" Bao followed anxiously behind.

"Aren't you thinking of shoving your thick, long thing into your poor mother's pussy again and ravaging her?" Dai stopped at the door, turned around, leaned against the door, and said to her son with a hint of mockery.

"Of course I want to, Mom."

Dai opened the door but didn't go in. She suddenly turned around and quickly lifted the hem of her skirt, completely exposing her voluptuous lower body to her son.

"You mean you need more, like this." She laughed wildly.

"This is it, Mom, this is what I want." Bao's voice was distorted with excitement, his eyes fixed on his mother's private parts, looking eager to try.

"Really, baby?" Dai giggled and went into the house. "Then, bring it on."

Bao followed behind his mother, unzipping his pants as he walked.

(VI)

Dai went straight to the table, where they were in the throes of passion when two rash policemen interrupted their good time.

She stopped at the table, then quickly shed her cumbersome clothes, tossing them to the floor, leaving only her underwear on. Bao had already pulled down his pants, revealing a thick, ugly penis.

"So big, what a wonderful thing!" Dai swallowed, her lower body already itching.

Bao also took off his shirt, his penis frighteningly erect, swaying up and down, making Dai's mouth dry. She couldn't help but lick her lips and quickly pulled down her own underwear.

"See what you like?" she giggled lasciviously, turning around and leaning over the table, her buttocks facing her son.

"I see it all, Mom, so beautiful!" Bao excitedly praised his mother's selflessness, walking towards her with his terrifying penis erect.

The sight before him was enough for Bao to never forget.

His mother—the most beautiful woman in the world, and arguably the most worthy of his respect—was now naked, her mature body swaying wantonly before her son, shamelessly seducing him.

Her buttocks were so full and round, white and high, awaiting her son's violation. In his memory, his mother's buttocks were unparalleled, the most beautiful thing in the entire world, even the entire universe. And her thighs were so long, firm, and smooth, the curves of her calves soft and beautiful, enough to drive any discerning man in the world mad.

Just as he was gazing at his mother's beautiful body in a daze, he heard his mother giggle, clearly pleased with her son's natural reaction to her body. Then, she slowly opened her thighs.

"Men all like this." Her voice trembled slightly, but was full of lewdness and provocation, making Bao's penis throb.

Just as Bao was impatiently about to take further action, he saw his mother's body suddenly lean forward, making her buttocks even more clearly visible to him. He stopped involuntarily, because his mother had put her hand between her legs. He held his breath to see what his mother was going to do.

Her hand slid up her thigh, reaching her buttocks, then gently kneaded her soft, white skin, moving towards the center until she touched the deep purple fold.

Bao's penis throbbed violently with excitement as he watched his mother gently tease her anus with her fingers, finding it incredibly stimulating and lewd. He couldn't believe that his mother, who had been so proper just yesterday, was now playing with her anus in front of him, and in such a wanton way.

Dai caressed her anus for a while, then her fingers slid down to her plump labia, giving it a slight rub before inserting them.

Bao had never seen such a lewd, stimulating, and wickedly lustful scene in his life. He instinctively grabbed his penis and began to vigorously rub it, following his mother's movements.

Dai's movements were gentle, slowly inserting and withdrawing, but each time penetrating deeply. With each finger movement, a clear, viscous liquid dripped down her fingers. Her son, watching intently, mechanically rubbed his own genitals while swallowing hard.

This scene deeply aroused Bao; he couldn't restrain himself any longer, rubbing his penis and pressing it against his mother's bare, soft buttocks. Due to extreme excitement, his glans was already oozing a clear lubricant, leaving trails of moisture on Dai's white buttocks with each movement.

Bao slowly aligned his glans with his mother's cute little anus, gently rubbing it back and forth, allowing the oozing liquid to fully lubricate it, and then he gently and slowly pushed it in.

At first, Dai didn't stop her son's abrupt actions, but when his large glans forced its way into her narrow anus, the unexplored pain made her involuntarily shrink back.

"Oh, no, no, don't do this, baby," she said urgently, wriggling her hips. "Wait a minute, okay, baby? You do it to Mommy's front first, and then you can come in when it's not so tight anymore, okay? Your thing is too big, Mommy's afraid she can't handle it."

Oh God, Mommy is willing to let him fuck her ass, she really likes him fucking her ass!

Bao felt a surge of excitement and almost ejaculated. He had never dared to hope that Mommy would let him fuck her ass. Being able to penetrate Mommy's vagina was already very satisfying for him.

He never thought that Mommy would let him explore her ass. Mommy is so great, he thought, suppressing the urge to immediately enter Mommy's anus. He should first make Mommy obedient and then wait for Mommy's reward.

So he withdrew his glans from Mommy's tightly contracted anus and guided it to the space between Mommy's legs. His glans quickly touched Mommy's wet vulva. It was so slippery there, with dripping lustful fluid. It seemed that Mommy was ready. Confidently, he gently thrust his hips forward, and his thick glans easily entered his mother's hot vagina.

The sensation of his mother's soft, warm vulva tightly enveloping his glans was indescribable; the folds of her vaginal walls gently scraped against the edges of his glans, rhythmically undulating, the friction of flesh against flesh enough to drive any normal person mad.

Bao couldn't help but begin to thrust forcefully, plunging his thick, long penis deep into his mother's hot, wet hole, letting the friction of their genitals bring him even greater pleasure.

"Oh, oh, so good, baby, so beautiful, fuck Mommy hard like this," Dai moaned incessantly, while she herself twisted her hips wildly like a wanton prostitute, welcoming her son's powerful thrusts.

Each of Bao's thrusts was unusually powerful, the violent impacts propelling Dai's body forward, causing the table to bang loudly as if it were about to collapse. But the two were oblivious to this, only knowing that their desires needed release; only intense physical friction could bring them satisfaction.

Bao relentlessly pounded into his mother's cunt, each thrust so forceful that suddenly, the overburdened table crashed down with a loud crash. Caught off guard, the mother and son, deeply entwined, fell heavily to the ground. But this minor setback couldn't stop the mother and son, completely absorbed in the pleasure of their intercourse, from continuing their vigorous piston-like movements.

"Oh, so good," she moaned loudly, seemingly unperturbed by her son's weight pressing down on her.

Bao remained on top of his mother, but his movements never ceased; his lower body continued to thrust powerfully, desperately pushing his penis deep into her.

"Oh, Mom, I'm sorry, I can't stop... I... I really can't stop... Oh, fuck, fuck you, I'll fuck you to death, Mom." Bao thrust harder and harder into his mother's flesh hole, pursuing wave after wave of pleasure.

As the movements became faster and faster, suddenly, he felt as if the gates of hell had opened, a huge torrent suddenly burst out, violently erupting inside his mother's body, the hot semen instantly filling his mother's convulsing, tightly contracting vagina.

"Ah... ah... ah... ah... ah... ah!!!!" Dai's face immediately turned red, and she couldn't help but scream, her lower body pressed tightly against her son, her body trembling violently with each powerful ejaculation of her son, her vulva tightly sucking on her son's penis that was constantly spewing out flames of desire, and in a trembling, she also convulsed and reached orgasm.

"Oh, I'll fuck you to death, Mom, oh, Mom, I shot so much, Mom, your son shot it all into you." Bao cried out as he thrust his lower body forcefully, bringing his mother to one climax after another.

It felt like he was ejaculating for an hour, Bao continued to ejaculate for a long time before gradually calming down.

After he calmed down, he felt ashamed when he remembered that he hadn't stopped in time when he fell. Had he hurt his mother? But at that moment, he was on the verge of ejaculation and couldn't stop. He slowly withdrew his limp penis and hugged his mother tightly.

"I'm sorry, Mom, I just couldn't stop." He apologized. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, child." She breathed a satisfied sigh and looked at her body. "Can you help me see if I'm hurt anywhere?"

Bao looked his mother up and down, but he couldn't see any obvious injuries. Instead, his own genitals were swollen again.

He was somewhat surprised by his own reaction. After experiencing that incredible orgasm, he immediately had a strong sexual urge again, even more intense than before.

“No, no, I can’t see any injuries. No matter how you look at it, Mom is the most beautiful woman in the world,” he said with a grin. “It’s just that Mom has some abrasions down there, and some discharge.”

“Thank you for the compliment, son,” Dai said, becoming a little more audacious.

“Now we have a little more fuel to burn.”

“How are you going to explain this to your father when he comes?”

“It’s more appropriate for Mom to say it, but I’m really jealous of Dad.”

“That’s a shame, darling,” Dai smiled. “No matter what, he’s my husband, your father.”

“But I’m your son.”

“Yes,” Dai said, walking to the cupboard and taking out another bottle of wine. She sat on the sofa and poured them both a glass.

“You might find it hard to believe, son,” she said, downing her glass of wine in one gulp, “until this weekend, your father was the only man I’ve ever had sex with.”

“What?” Bao seemed surprised, somewhat disbelieving that such a beautiful and sexy mother had only ever been with one man.

“Oh,” Dai frowned, “you find it hard to believe, don’t you? Is your mother really that kind of slutty woman?”

“Of course not, I’m sorry, Mom,” he apologized immediately, “I just wanted to…”

“Your father is an honest man, and I like men like that,” she said reproachfully to her son, “I’ve never intended to find someone else.”

“Then, what about us? What’s going on between us?” He was somewhat bewildered, unsure what to say.

“Like I said before, you’re the second man I’ve had sex with.”

“I don’t know what to say, Mom,” he muttered.

“No need to say anything, darling.” She was silent for a moment, simply sipping her wine.

They stared at each other silently for several minutes, without speaking, until finally, the mother broke the silence.

"I love your father," she sighed softly, "but I love you just as much. I think if a woman has two men who truly love her, she wouldn't ask for anything more."

"I just wish I were your first love," Bao said, somewhat annoyed.

"How could that be? If you were my first love, how could you have come out?"

Dai was amused by her son's innocent words and giggled.

"I'm just a little jealous of Dad," Bao said stubbornly.

"It's a little strange, but Mom has a little, well, a little bit of a preference for you."

"Really?"

"I don't know why I feel this way. Your father and I had a happy marriage for twenty-five years," she continued, pouring herself another glass of wine, "but he and I never seemed to achieve true harmony, unlike you and me now. When your father and I made love, we often couldn't keep track of each other's timing."

"That's great, Mom, I love you." He was satisfied with the answer and couldn't wait to start a new journey.

"Oh, wait a minute, son." She quickly stopped her son's nagging. "Mom has something else to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I was a virgin when your father and I got together. I gave my first time to your father." She said softly, her face slightly flushed. "Now I want to give myself to you as a virgin, my son, my new lover."

"What, Mom, what do you mean?" He was confused. "How can you still be a virgin?

" "Do you know what the definition of a virgin is?"

"A woman who has never had sex."

"Oh, not quite right, son. The accurate meaning is new, unused."

"Hmm?"

"Every woman can have three chances to be a virgin."

"You mean..." "

Your father took my first virginity, and I voluntarily gave him my second," she continued to explain. "You've experienced both, but the third one hasn't been used by anyone yet, do you understand?"

"I don't understand." He was completely confused by his mother.

"What did I promise you just now?" Her face flushed. "Don't you remember?"

"Oh," Bao suddenly realized, "You mean..."

"Yes, would you like to do it to Mommy there?"

"Oh, of course I'd love to, Mom, I'd love to! But, are you really going to let me do this?"

"Of course, it's a gift for my precious son."

Hearing his mother's words, Bao's penis swelled uncontrollably and regained its vitality.

"I just wish I could swallow your whole thing," she said, still a little scared, "but your baby is just too big."

"I'm also a little worried it won't fit, Mom."

"So," she said, "Mom wants you to ejaculate again first, then it should be the right size."

"Whatever you say, Mom."

Dai bent down and took her son's swollen penis into her mouth, then gently sucked on it, while her hands gripped the shaft tightly and vigorously stroked it back and forth.

"Oh, Mom, you're doing so well." Bao groaned, pressing his palm against his mother's head and gently stroking her soft, long hair.

Her head began to move back and forth, coordinating with the movements of her hands, forcefully sucking on her son's huge glans. She sucked vigorously, her tongue teasing the head of her son's penis, occasionally nibbling at the tip, while her other hand gently stroked his heavy scrotum, squeezing it occasionally.

Bao couldn't resist his mother's passionate and bold service; he felt the energy accumulating in his scrotum begin to boil again. His mother's tongue grew increasingly ardent, constantly arousing his passion. He couldn't hold back any longer, thrusting his hips forward and plunging his penis deep into his mother's throat, then a torrent of hot fluid gushed out.

Dai greedily sucked on her son's penis, swallowing large gulps of his ejaculated fluid.

He felt his semen flow like a never-ending river.

When he stopped ejaculating, Dai let his limp penis leave her mouth.

Bao watched as his mother, seemingly still unsatisfied, licked her bright red lips, still dripping with his freshly ejaculated milky semen. He couldn't resist bending down and kissing his mother's soft, warm lips.

He could taste the salty flavor of his own semen, and the taste intensified when he put his tongue into his mother's mouth.

It was insane, but he loved the taste of his semen, just like his mother's. His tongue greedily swirled in his mother's mouth, trying to scoop out the remaining semen mixed with her saliva, and then tasted it with her.

Finally, their passionately intertwined lips separated, both feeling suffocated, their breathing rapid.

"Oh, so insane!" he uttered after his breathing had calmed down a bit.

"Yes, insane, wild!" Dai murmured, licking her lips, scooping up the last drop of semen.

Then, she reached out and grasped her son's limp penis, gently kneading it. With her efforts, it wobbled and stood up again.

Seeing it swell to a certain extent, she released her hand, stood up, braced herself on the sofa, and raised her beautiful buttocks high.

"Come on, child, this part of Mommy's is yours now." She said, wiggling her hips lasciviously, her movements incredibly forceful. "Hurry up, or Mommy will lose confidence."

"Mommy's ass is so beautiful." Bao walked behind his mother, gently stroking her snow-white, fleshy buttocks with his palm. "Mommy's ass is the most beautiful in the world."

"Stop flattering me, you little rascal, hurry up." Dai's smile was somewhat forced; after all, it was the first time her anus would be penetrated by a man, and her son's penis was so large that she was somewhat nervous.

"I'm ready," she urged.

Bao held his penis, aimed it at his mother's deep purple anus, and gently rubbed the head against it, constantly stimulating her body's reaction.

Dai felt a surge of heart palpitations, goosebumps rising all over her body, yet she also felt an indescribable excitement. Her body became extremely sensitive; every subtle movement of her son could excite her for a long time.

"Oh, baby, hurry, hurry and put it in, Mommy feels so uncomfortable, so empty, I need my son's big cock inside me." Her buttocks swayed restlessly, urging her son to take further action.

Drawn to his mother's seductive manner, Bao began to thrust forward forcefully, his swollen, purplish glans struggling to squeeze into his mother's tightly contracted anus. However, the anal sphincter muscles were too strong, preventing him from advancing any further. He gently rotated his penis, trying to relax it, and then gradually increased the force of his thrusts.

With his efforts, the enormous glans unbelievably entered his mother's anus.

"Oh...oh...uh...uh...um..." Dai began to moan, not from pleasure, but from the pain of her torn anus, but she still tried her best to endure it, not wanting to ruin her son's efforts.

Bao struggled to push in, and suddenly, the entire glans slid, smoothly squeezing into his mother's rectum.

"Oh, no, wait a minute, baby!" Dai couldn't adjust at first, and cold sweat poured down her face from the pain.

"Should I stop, Mom?" Bao gasped, trying to squeeze the rest of his penis in.

"Oh, wait a minute, okay? It hurts a little there." Dai gasped, trying her best to calm herself down. "Just a minute."

Bao then gave up his efforts to push in, stopping to give his mother a chance to catch her breath.

After a while, he felt that the part of his mother's body that was tightly gripping him was beginning to relax, no longer as tight as it had been at the beginning.

"Oh, it's much better now, baby." His mother groaned. "You can come in now, but slowly, gently."

Bao perked up, grabbed his mother's plump buttocks with both hands, and gently rotated his penis, tentatively squeezing it in slowly.

"Ah... good... good... oh... like this... slowly... good... mmm... mmm..." Dai twisted her buttocks, trying to relax her body so that her son's penis could go in deeper.

At this moment, Bao was completely captivated by the strange stimulation of his penis being inserted into his mother's anus. He watched as his excessively large penis slowly slid into her anus, bit by bit. As it entered, the deep, dark wrinkles around her anus were gradually pushed open and widened, until it disappeared completely inside.

He had never experienced such a tight and hot vaginal opening before. It felt as if his penis was being plunged into a furnace. The burning heat of the rectal wall and the vaginal wall were completely different sensations. The latter was warm and moist, while the former was like a scorching hot iron plate, almost making him ejaculate.

"Oh, baby, your thing is so big, it fills Mommy's backside so much." Dai felt a little nauseous, but also had an indescribable strange feeling that made her reluctant to let her son pull his large penis out.

Unconsciously, Bao realized that his penis was completely inside his mother's anus. He tried to slowly move it back and forth. He tried to be as gentle as possible, carefully observing his mother's reaction. If he hurt her, he would stop immediately.

Seeing that his mother didn't show any pain, he confidently increased the force of his thrusts. Each time he forcefully pushed in, his mother's tightly contracted anus felt like a pair of pliers gripping his penis. The intense friction between his thick shaft and rectal muscles brought him immense pleasure, a completely different kind of pleasure from entering and exiting his mother's vagina. And fucking his mother's anus gave him an even stronger psychological stimulation, which made him thrust even harder.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...um...ah...ah..." Dai gradually felt aroused by her son's increasingly powerful thrusts, unconsciously letting out soft moans.

His mother's anus was so tight and hot that Bao couldn't hold back for long. His testicles began to spasm. He tried desperately to hold back, but couldn't. Ejaculation was imminent, so he had to increase the speed of his thrusts, reminding his mother, "Mom, I'm coming, Mom, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum inside!"

"Oh, cum for Mom, cum inside Mom, Mom needs her son's semen." She desperately writhed her hips, preparing to receive her son's gift.

Bao thrust quickly a few times, then ejaculated inside his mother's anus. He felt as if his penis had exploded inside her, a large amount of hot fluid rapidly flowing into the depths of her anus. Due to the tight connection between the anus and his penis, the semen couldn't seep out, so it swirled around the glans, filling all the surrounding space—a truly unique sensation.

"Oh, Mommy's inside is so hot, baby, you came so much." Dai writhed her hips wantonly, completely accepting her son's release.

Bao laboriously pulled out his penis, lying on his back next to his mother, his body seemingly drained, just panting.

Dai still had her buttocks sticking up, as if she were dead, her body rising and falling on the floor, clearly unable to calm down for a while.

As her son's penis left, milky white semen began to slowly flow from her anus, running down her thighs onto the sofa.

"Look what you've done to Mommy," Dai complained insincerely, "I'll be back in a bit."

After watching his mother go to the bathroom, Bao also stood up and walked to the window. The rain outside had stopped, but they still had plenty of time; they couldn't leave until tomorrow at the earliest anyway.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the toilet flushing, and then his mother returned to the room.

"It seems it wasn't as terrible as I imagined," she said, looking relaxed, clearly pleased with herself. "How did you find it?"

"Oh, it was absolutely wonderful!" Bao exclaimed, pulling his mother into his arms. "It was a different kind of pleasure. Mom's vagina was so tight and hot, so wanton, so cute, I couldn't resist."

"You mean Mom's vagina isn't hot, tight, or cute?" Dai deliberately tightened her face.

"Uh, uh, of course not," Bao said awkwardly, trying his best to explain. "It's a different feeling, it's..."

"I understand, you little rascal," Dai laughed, enjoying seeing her son's embarrassment. "I'll forgive you."

"Well, it's a little different when it goes in," Bao continued to explain, "but I can't quite put it into words. I just know you like me doing it that way. Anyway, both are exciting, aren't they, Mom?"

"Yes, yes, but I think we should get some sleep now. We still need to figure out how to leave tomorrow."

That night, the mother and son didn't do anything extra. They cuddled together and slept soundly until dawn. But the helicopter still hadn't arrived, and they were getting impatient.

It was almost ten o'clock. They got dressed, packed their things, and stood by the window waiting for the helicopter.

"Are you ready?" Dai asked her son, looking out the window.

"I'm ready, you can use it anytime, Mom." Bao chuckled, walking behind his mother and wrapping his arms around her slender waist from behind.

Dai chuckled, casually wiggling her hips a few times in response to her son.

Bao boldly covered his mother's full, firm breasts with his hands, while his lower body pressed against her round buttocks.

"Hey, you little pervert." Dai was aroused by her son's actions and had no choice but to turn around to face him.

"Hmm." Bao hummed a few times, his lower body beginning to swell. He hoped they would have time for a quick ejaculation before he left.

He clumsily fumbled around his mother's waist, untying her belt, and then his mother willingly pulled her panties down to her ankles, then raised one thigh, hooking it around his waist, urging him to take the next step.

Without hesitation, knowing time was running out, he grabbed his hard, erect penis and pressed it against his mother's vulva, which was already quite wet. It seemed his mother enjoyed this. Thinking this, he thrust his hips forward and effortlessly shoved his penis into his mother's hot, wet vagina.

"Oh, good," Dai murmured, her lower body beginning to move in sync with her son's actions.

Due to the urgency, their movements were incredibly intense, their bodies colliding rapidly and frequently. The intense friction of their genitals brought strong stimulation, and they groaned incessantly, their moans mingling with the sounds of their bodies colliding and rubbing together, creating a cacophony

of erotic sounds. Just as they were locked in their passionate embrace, a distant rumbling sound could be heard, indicating the arrival of their plane.

"Hurry, baby, hurry, they're coming!" Dai cried anxiously, thrusting her lower body desperately to help her son ejaculate quickly.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh..." Bao panted heavily, his thrusting becoming faster and faster, hoping to end their impromptu performance before the plane arrived.

As Bao thrust forcefully, he looked out the window. The helicopter had come into view and slowly came to a stop about two hundred yards away.

At that moment, Bao felt himself nearing climax. He thrust his penis deep into his mother's vagina with all his might, then, trembling, he ejaculated all his pent-up desire from the tip, shooting it deep into her spasming vagina.

"Oh, so beautiful, my good son, you're making me feel so good!" Dai cried out excitedly, her hips shaking wildly, intoxicated by the waves of pleasure. "Shoot it all inside me, my darling!"

Just as the two were reaching the peak of ecstasy, they saw a man jump out of the helicopter and slowly walk towards them.

"Oh, look, who's that, baby?!" Dai gasped, her body trembling with fear. "It's your daddy."

"Damn it!" Bao cursed, but his ejaculation wasn't over yet. He couldn't stop, so he could only yell and stomp his feet in anger, but there was nothing he could do.

The two of them didn't know whether to feel fear or pleasure. Although their bodies were in a state of extreme pleasure due to the physiological release, the man who could control their fate was approaching them step by step.

With great difficulty, Bao finally ejaculated the last drop of semen into his mother's body. This was probably the most painful ejaculation he had ever experienced in his life.

"Hurry up, baby, hurry up," Dai pushed her son hard. "Pull it out quickly, your daddy is coming."

Bao looked at his mother's beautiful body with some lingering affection, wondering if he would ever have the chance to touch his mother's sexy body again. He reluctantly pulled out his penis, looking sadly at the penis that hadn't completely shrunk, with white liquid still dripping from its tip.

"Oh, damn it." Dai quickly pulled up her underwear that was hanging by her feet, and at the same time let down her skirt.

As Bowie watched his father get closer to the house, he quickly slipped into the bathroom, just as his mother was fastening her belt.

"Oh, God help us, Mom, hopefully we won't leave anything out that Dad will notice," Bowie said as he went into the bathroom.

“No, it won’t.” Dai straightened her clothes, then smiled calmly. “What you ejaculated inside Mom is still leaking out, but I’ve already put a pad in.”

“Thank God,” Bao said, closing the bathroom door and putting his clothes back on.

He took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped out of the bathroom.

“Dad?!” he looked at his father in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to see how you two are doing.” His father stood beside his mother, putting his arm around his wife.

“Oh, we’re fine.” Dai regained her maternal dignity. “But anything can happen here.”

“I’ve heard about it, dear,” his father smiled and hugged his wife tightly, comforting her. “But it’s all over now, and I’m glad things are going the way they should.”

"That's what I think too." Dai smiled sweetly, radiant with happiness. She hugged her husband tightly and said, "I think so too...
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A
note from the author:
I enjoy reading incest stories, and my family background is almost identical to most of them. But God knows I have never had sexual fantasies about my family. It's just a way of expressing myself in real life. In reality, I am an absolutely upright person, even morally fastidious. But this kind of life suffocates me.) The most taboo thing in human society gave me a channel to express myself. You could say it satisfied my dark side! In any case, this doesn't mean I would actually do such a thing, and I believe most readers who enjoy incest are like that. So I hope underage readers and those whose minds are not yet mature will leave this place and come back when they can distinguish between reality and fantasy!

The following story is translated from English and is a bit unconventional. It's about a mother raping her son. It seems quite novel, and I hope you'll like it.

Most of the stories I've read about incest between mothers and sons are more fantasy than fact; it seems most stories are about sons seducing their mothers, and the mothers reluctantly satisfying their sons' desires. But for me, it wasn't like that. My mother forced me to have sex with her until I was ten years old. She passed away shortly after my eighth birthday.

This began when I was twelve. She had just ended her third marriage. She later told me it was because she had a very high sex drive. Her first marriage was to a much older man. My mother quickly divorced him and received a large sum of alimony. Then she went through a wild period and, unsure of who she conceived me with, I was born.

When I was twelve, she was almost fifty, but still a very beautiful woman. We lived in an upscale neighborhood, but my mother could only afford a one-room apartment there. It was close to her workplace, and the area's prestige was beneficial to her career. However, there was only one room, so I had to sleep on the sofa. This caused a disturbance to my privacy.

Just then... That's when I discovered the pleasure of masturbation, and I began to develop an interest in sex. I think my mother must have seen me masturbating a few times, though she never said anything. Our relationship changed shortly after her last divorce. She always enjoyed dating young, handsome men, but as she got older, it became increasingly difficult. So she spent more and more time at home, which made her feel frustrated.

One day, she decided to do something to change this. That evening, when she went to the kitchen for a drink of water, she happened to see me masturbating. As she approached, I tried to cover myself. She smiled knowingly and said,

"You know, if you don't want to become a lesbian, you shouldn't do this kind of thing."

I was shocked. Before my mother said that, I had never doubted my sexual orientation.

“You should have a woman help you,” my mother said

. “But no woman will do this for me.” “

You do,” she said. “What would you say if I told you that older, smart mothers in society teach their sons sexual techniques?”

I was too shy to say a word.

“Do you want that?”

“But that’s not right,” I said. “Besides, I like girls my own age.”

My mother smiled and opened her blouse, showing me her breasts. Her breasts were large and full, with two large nipples that turned fiery red when she was aroused.

"Do you think girls your age would have this?"

She pulled my hand to her breast. I tried to pull my hand away, but she slapped me and told me to "listen to your mother." I was a horny, sexually active boy, and of course, I couldn't resist such an alluring body…but she was my mother.

I tried to stop it all. Mom said I could stop if I was gay. Then she made me prove I wasn't gay. She pulled my face close to her breasts and rubbed them against my face. She wanted me to lick her breasts and suck her nipples. Mom even slapped my face back and forth with her full breasts. Then she stood up, dragged me into the room, and practically threw me onto the bed. Mom took off her nightgown and displayed her naked body in front of me. Mom's figure was so full and attractive. She stood in front of me like a soldier on parade and asked if women my age would have such a figure. Then Mom turned to show me her genitals and pulled them open, pressing her anus close to my face. Then Mom lay on the floor, spreading her legs to show me her genitals.

"Have you seen this before?" Mom knew the answer, of course.

She straddled my face, letting me see more clearly. Her pubic hair was not very thick, moist and exuding a sweet scent. I could see her beautiful labia. Then Mom parted her labia with her hand, letting me see the paradise that gave birth to me.

"Do you like Mom's vulva? My dear son," Mom asked, moaning.

I tried to look away, but Mom clamped my head between her knees.

"Son, I want you to play with Mom's pussy."

I didn't move, so Mom pulled my hand to her vulva. Mom forced me to play with it and made me insert my fingers into her vagina.

"Now, be a good boy and lick Mom's juices on your fingers."

I obeyed her command. It tasted strangely sweet, which surprised me because it looked a little dirty but tasted so good.

"Use your mouth to taste your mother's vulva," Mom commanded.

I refused, but Mom pressed her vulva against my face, and I had no choice but to obey. She wanted my tongue to penetrate her vulva and lick her clitoris. She even wanted me to suck her anus. As I did this, Mom moaned, trembled, and convulsed on top of me. She kept calling me names like "my dear bastard son," "my capable son," "my good son who fucks Mom," and "my lustful son." When I realized I had inhaled a lot of her juices, Mom collapsed on my face, screaming as she reached orgasm.

"Now, you must serve your slutty mother properly," Mom said lewdly. "Darling, I need your big cock to do some naughty things."

At the same time, Mom took off my clothes. I was so excited that I couldn't control myself. Although I knew it was wrong, I was just an ordinary person, and under this temptation, my cock was still unbearably hard. In any case, it seemed that the more I resisted, the more excited Mom would become.

My mother gently guided my penis to her feet and slowly sat down. She let out a joyful moan and began to move wildly against me, her vagina pounding against my penis. Every time I was about to ejaculate, my mother would stop to catch her breath, preventing me from ejaculating too easily, and then thrust in again. My mother played with me like this for most of the night, until she herself had many orgasms before finally stopping, and I was able to ejaculate freely. I shot a large amount of thick, hot semen into my mother's vagina, and she screamed as she reached another orgasm. Then, my mother fell asleep on top of me. The next day, when I woke up, my mother was sucking my penis, making it erect again. My mother said to me, "From now on, you are my man." Then she made me repeat the sexual act from the previous night. Our relationship continued until I was about to graduate high school, when she died in a car accident. For six years, my mother forbade me to associate with other girls. She made me sleep with her directly and wanted me to engage in all sorts of sexual games with her. She also forbade me from telling anyone about our relationship, because no one would believe me and not her.

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My name is Paul, I'm eighteen years old, and I have an older sister named Susie, who is five years older than me.

Three years ago, my sister married Ted, a strong construction worker who is thirty-five years old this year.

My sister is not tall, only five feet, but very beautiful. When I was little, she was my idol and the main object of my sexual fantasies. I often fantasized about how to make love wildly with her, how to spend wonderful times with her. Of course, it was just a fantasy, but it became my most beautiful childhood memory.

Whenever my sister was away, I would secretly open her drawer and look for things that men like. I often found her bra, a size 34, and would use it to wrap around my penis while masturbating, finally ejaculating onto her bra. Sometimes, I would find her panties and excitedly try them on.

In short, from childhood, I had a strong sexual desire for my sister, although I never acted on it. However, the perfect image of my sister in my mind was never shattered; she was always my dream girl. Later,

she got married, and I envied my brother-in-law greatly because he had one of the most elegant ladies in the world. But I wondered how my sister viewed her husband. My sister was a quiet and shy woman, but as far as I knew, my brother-in-law was a short-tempered and rude man. Sometimes I disliked the way he treated my sister, but he was very good to me. He often took me to exercise so that I could have a muscular physique like him.

I was very grateful for his kindness, but the intense exercise was too much for me; I could never keep up with his demands. Once, in the locker room, a guy mocked my physique, saying, "I think you've come to the wrong place. The women's locker room is downstairs. I bet your thing isn't as big as mine. Want to try?" Hearing this, Ted immediately walked up to the man, glared at him fiercely, and the man immediately shut his mouth, apologizing profusely.

I greatly admired Ted's muscular and powerful physique, and I was also grateful for his care. Although I didn't have a muscular build, with Ted's help, I hadn't encountered any trouble. It seems having a man to protect you isn't so bad.

Another weekend arrived, and Ted asked me to help sweep the fallen leaves in the yard, saying he'd pay me. I was naturally delighted and couldn't wait to get there and finish the work to earn some extra cash. So, even though he told me to come after lunch, I couldn't wait. I just wanted to get there as soon as possible and finish quickly.

I rode my bicycle into my sister's yard, and their dog, Sinca, immediately wagged its tail and pounced on me, happily licking my face and hair.

Sinca was a big dog, a great watchdog, quite intimidating to unfamiliar intruders, but exceptionally gentle and affectionate towards its owner—a reliable and loyal guard dog. But Sinca weighed a hundred pounds; if it jumped on you, it was no joke.

I managed to push it away, escaping its clutches, and then picked up a rake to sweep the fallen leaves in the backyard.

As I swept, I suddenly heard strange noises coming from inside the house, occasionally mixed with 'thump, thump' sounds. Curious about what was happening inside, I dragged over a dining table, climbed onto it, and peered through the bedroom window. What I saw truly astonished me.

My sister was tightly bound and suspended from the ceiling, with only her toes barely touching the ground. She was only wearing a black bodysuit, but a large opening had been cut between her legs, exposing her private parts. Something was stuffed

in her mouth; upon closer inspection, I realized it was a large, thick dildo. Her eyes were blindfolded, and her ears were also stuffed. Ted stood beside her, constantly caressing her naked body.

I saw that his caresses were very skillful, constantly stimulating the most sensitive parts of her body. With his caresses, my sister's body trembled incessantly, her two large, white breasts swaying with her movements, making my mouth dry and unbearably aroused.

Ted lifted one of my sister's legs and gently sucked on her toes through her nylon stockings, holding them in his mouth and gently biting them. Sometimes he would stop and raise his large, round hand, slapping her buttocks hard with a loud "smack."

I was furious and almost wanted to rush in and pull Ted away. Even though my sister was his wife, she shouldn't be abused like this. But on the other hand, I found it incredibly exciting, even wanting to go in and watch closely. After all, I didn't see my sister like this often.

I felt my little brother couldn't handle the stimulation and was already erect.

At this moment, Ted's hand reached to my sister's vulva and began to roughly ravage her labia.

He forcefully pulled apart her thick labia, twisted them, and then gently pinched and kneaded something inside with his fingers. My sister's body immediately began to tremble violently, emitting moaning sounds, her head shaking from side to side, the dildo in her mouth flying in front of my eyes. I was so jealous that I wanted my own penis to take its place.

But then, I heard Sinka barking behind me.

Damn it, I forgot about Sinka.

I jumped off the table in a flash, grabbed the rake, and continued sweeping the fallen leaves, my body pounding with excitement.

Just then, the window opened, and Ted poked his head out.

"Who told you to come so early?" he roared at me. "I told you to come back after lunch! How long have you been here? Why did you move my dining table?"

I stammered that I'd leave right away and come back later.

I hurried towards the front door, got on my bicycle, and was about to slip away

when Ted opened the door, came out, and yelled at me, "Come back! I have something to tell you."

I initially intended to pretend I hadn't heard and slip away quickly, but curiosity made me stop. I wanted to know what Ted wanted to say to me, so I parked my bike and walked towards him.

I saw Ted standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips. When he saw me return, he grinned widely.

"Come in, no rush, let's sit down and talk."

I followed him into the living room, and we sat down. Ted leaned closer.

"Tell me, what did you see?" His voice was calm, and I couldn't tell if he was angry with me, so I remained silent, wanting to see his reaction.

"You know, your sister and I like to play some little games, and you enjoy watching them, don't you? I bet your little brother likes them too, you got hard, didn't you?"

Hearing Ted's last sentence, I jumped up and walked towards the door without looking back. Ted's words were too direct, too hurtful.

But Ted grabbed me, preventing me from leaving.

"Don't rush, I don't mean to hurt you. I just want to know the truth, maybe it will help you."

He tapped my nose with his finger, where the faint scent of my sister's body still lingered.

"Can you smell it?" he chuckled. "Take a good sniff. This is the scent of your slutty sister. Imagine you're sticking your finger into her wet, horny hole, getting it wet with her juices. Not bad, right? Now imagine the wet, sticky feeling. Haha, is your little guy hard again? Don't you want to get closer and look at her?"

Ted had hit the nail on the head. I felt incredibly embarrassed because my little brother had once again defied my will, creating a small tent in my pants.

My thoughts were in complete disarray; all the fantasies I'd had for over a decade flooded my mind, and my sister's beautiful body reappeared before my eyes.

Oh, wasn't that what I longed for?

What was I hesitating for?

I nodded dazedly, and then Ted smiled contentedly.

My legs trembled as I staggered behind Ted towards their bedroom.

Opening the door, I saw my sister still suspended in mid-air, swaying gently back and forth. Her hands were bound tightly, her wrists strapped together, and she was suspended from a ring on the ceiling. She struggled to support herself on her toes, but even with her legs fully extended, she could barely reach the floor.

We approached her, and I could see the dildo stuffed in her mouth.

Ted pulled my hand up, guiding it to my sister's genitals.

The opening was warm to the touch, soft and sticky, very wet.

Ted pressed my fingers down, making me touch a clitoris protruding from my sister's vulva, and then we rubbed it back and forth together. My sister's body began to tremble again.

I felt extreme stimulation; I actually had the opportunity to put my hand on my sister's genitals, and I could caress her there at will, and it actually made her feel incredibly happy. I felt my senses heighten, and my fingers moved more freely.

"This is your sister's clitoris, the softest part of a woman's body. If you touch it, your sister will experience pleasure. The harder you squeeze it, the happier your sister will be. Come on, squeeze it hard, make your sister even happier, she'll love it."

My penis was already swollen to the point of bursting, almost bursting through my pants. I excitedly squeezed my sister's clitoris hard, pulling and tugging at the same time. My sister's body twisted even more violently, trying her best to escape my attack.

"Good job, harder!" Ted seemed even more excited than me.

I twisted my sister's clitoris hard, while pulling it outwards with great force, as if trying to tear it off.

My sister's breathing became increasingly rapid, her toes had left the ground, and her body writhed in pain in the air. I was extremely excited. At first, I felt some sympathy for her, but now I was completely replaced by sadistic pleasure. I pulled hard on her clitoris, causing her body to swing in the air. My sister let out painful moans, but this could not stop my impulse. I was completely captivated by the pleasure of torturing my sister, and I ravaged her clitoris even harder.

"Great job, Paul! You didn't disappoint me. Let's teach your sister, this slut, a lesson together, and listen to her screams!"

Ted shouted excitedly. When my sister's body swayed towards him, he would slap her buttocks hard, pushing her back towards me.

My sister's body kept twisting, and she made "ee-ee-ooh" sounds, protesting our actions.

Ted pulled the dildo out of his sister's mouth, and she immediately let out a painful groan, half scream, half lament. It was impossible to tell if she was truly in pain or experiencing pleasure, because I clearly heard her begging Ted not to stop.

So, I continued to manipulate her clitoris in various ways, while Ted stood behind her, embracing her from behind and forcefully kneading her firm, white breasts.

At this point, his sister realized there were other people in the house and began to scream, but since her eyes were covered, she obviously didn't know it was her brother playing with her.

Her screams and resistance excited me even more, and I inserted more fingers into her sweet, fleshy hole, stirring them wildly inside. Her screams immediately turned into tight moans, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

"Fuck her, Paul! Fuck this slutty bitch to death with your hands!"

I knelt down, bringing my face close to my sister's alluring vulva, carefully observing the wondrous sight there.

My sister's pubic hair had been shaved off by her husband, leaving her completely bald and clean. Her vulva was exceptionally full, the two petals vibrant and eye-catching, displaying the beauty of a young woman maturing. In the center of her vulva was a deep crevice. I used my fingers to pry open the plump petals, and the erotic world inside was fully revealed before me. I could see that the vulva was bright red inside, surrounded by steep peaks and layers of tender flesh. Tiny streams of fluid constantly seeped from the tips of the cliffs, forming a watery pool at the bottom of the vulva. With a gentle movement of my fingers inside, the mountains collapsed, and the accumulated fluid flowed out, covering my entire palm with sticky, lustful fluid.

I impulsively shoved my entire hand inside. A woman's genitals are truly wondrous. I watched as my palm slowly sank into my sister's vagina. Although it became increasingly difficult the further in I went, the feeling of the soft inner walls of my sister's vagina rubbing against the back of my hand was incredibly pleasurable.

I squeezed my hand in desperately, my fingers touching a soft wall of flesh. At first, I didn't understand what it was, so I scraped it a few times with my fingers. My sister immediately cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto my head. Only then did I realize that it was her uterus.

I pulled my hand out, and due to the air pressure, my sister's vaginal opening contracted rapidly, making a soft "pop" sound. I found it very interesting, so I began to let my hand replace my fingers, going in and out of my sister's honey hole. Each time I went in and out, it made a sound of flesh hitting flesh, and brought out a lot of vaginal fluid.

My sister was really exhausted by what I was doing. Her body had forgotten how to tremble. Every time I entered her, all her muscles were tense, only trembling slightly, showing how tense she was. Only when my wrist left did she let out a sweet sigh of satisfaction.

"That's enough, Paul. I think it's time to really fuck her."

Ted released my sister's breasts and told me to take my hand away too. So I stood aside and watched how he manipulated my sister.

He forcefully spread my sister's two beautiful, snow-white legs, then picked up a thin wooden stick and began to whip her ankles. My sister screamed in pain, frantically pulling her legs back to avoid his blows, her body swaying wildly in the air without support.

Ted hit her for a while, then stopped, took a chain, tied one end to the middle of the stick, then placed the stick between my sister's legs, wrapped the chain around it, and lifted it up, hooking the other end of the chain onto a hook on my sister's wrist. Thus, my poor sister was completely suspended in mid-air, her body curled up, leaving her buttocks completely exposed.

"Enjoy the show, Paul, the real show is just beginning."

Ted quickly unzipped his pants and threw them on the ground. When he took off his underwear, his astonishingly large member was revealed, instantly making me feel ashamed.

I'd seen him naked before, and of course, his genitals—at the gym—but only when he was flaccid. Now, fully erect, I could only feel ashamed.

Honestly, his thing was a good ten feet long and as thick as my wrist. I'd never seen or imagined a man's penis could be that long.

After carefully checking the bindings, Ted inserted his fingers into his sister's anus. She immediately screamed.

Ted's fingers were thick and hard, acting like a flexible little penis. He dug and prodded forcefully into her anus, and her screams quickly turned into moans. He continued digging and prodding vigorously. When he pulled his fingers out, I could see they were covered in a yellowish-brown substance—I guessed it was her feces.

"Alright, time to give our little bitch some nutrition,"

he said, grabbing her hair, lifting her head, and forcing his feces-covered fingers into her mouth. Immediately, the sister, who had been struggling desperately, calmed down and obediently sucked on Ted's fingers. From the movement of her face, I could imagine that she was licking the fingers clean with her soft tongue.

Ted withdrew his fingers, grabbed her legs, and then guided his penis to her vulva, spreading it open with his fingers. Then, with a forceful thrust, his enormous member pierced deep into her vagina.

The sister let out a beast-like scream, indistinguishable between pain and pleasure. Ted ignored her reaction and continued to thrust his massive member in. Once fully inside, he began a ferocious thrusting motion that left me far behind.

The sister's body hung in mid-air, her heavy body actually being lifted upwards by Ted's powerful thrusts, swinging back and forth in the air.

Ted grabbed her legs to prevent her swinging from affecting his thrusts, but the impact of his massive member below grew stronger and stronger, continuously attacking the sister's dripping vagina.

Each time he thrust deeply, my sister would scream excitedly, "Harder! Harder!"

Suddenly, just as she was in ecstasy, Ted stopped, pulling his enormous penis out. I saw that his penis now looked particularly grotesque, covered in my sister's vaginal fluid, which was still slowly dripping down.

He suddenly revealed an evil smile, then pressed his purplish-red glans against my sister's buttocks. I suddenly understood what he was going to do, and took a step forward, about to shout to stop him, but it was too late.

I saw him press down on my sister's buttocks, and suddenly thrust upwards, squeezing the huge glans into her narrow anus. My sister immediately let out a heart-wrenching groan of pain. I felt a little sorry for her, because she looked like she was really in pain. I could imagine how her narrow vagina could possibly accommodate such a huge penis.

But no matter how hard she struggled, she was no match for her husband's strong body. Ted roared, grabbed her body tightly, and began to brutally force his huge penis inside.

The older sister's face was contorted with pain, her frail body desperately trying to escape her husband's intrusion, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Once the massive penis was fully inserted into her anus, Ted finally stopped, leaving it inside her without further penetration. The older sister, as if understanding her inescapable fate, submitted, and Ted began a new round of thrusting.

He pumped in and out confidently, and when he withdrew his penis, I could see it was covered in yellowish-brown filth, somewhat disgusting.

He thrust skillfully, each withdrawal swift, leaving the glans inside, then slowly pushing it back in, a combination of fast and slow, deep and shallow.

Looking at the older sister, her face was streaked with tears and snot, her mouth emitting weak moans, as if the sensations in her lower body were no longer relevant to her, merely a resigned acceptance.

Just then, Ted called me over and said, "Paul, grab her breasts, hold her tight, I'm going to cum."

Following his instructions, I obediently grabbed my sister's large breasts, preventing her from moving easily.

Ted pulled his huge penis out of my sister's pitiful anus, then grabbed her thighs and thrust his penis back into her honeypot, then began to thrust wildly and rapidly again.

My sister finally breathed a sigh of relief; her previous pain was gone, replaced by an expression of pleasure, and her lower body moved rapidly up and down, allowing her husband's huge penis to penetrate even deeper.

However, Ted completely ignored her, only caring about his own pleasure as he rapidly entered and exited her flesh.

Soon, Ted suddenly roared, his lower body thrusting upwards with terrifying force, not only lifting my sister's entire body but also nearly knocking me to the ground with the force transmitted from her.

Ted's enormous penis was deeply embedded in my sister's vagina. His buttocks moved rapidly, and my sister cooperated by twisting her lower body, receiving her husband's gift, moaning loudly. The room echoed with her frenzied cries of pleasure and her husband's heavy breathing. Clearly, Ted had ejaculated inside her.

Only when Ted finally withdrew his limp penis did the room quiet down.

I sat on the bed with him to rest. Although I hadn't been part of it, the stimulating and lewd scene had already made my legs weak, and I was just short of ejaculating. My

sister was still hanging in mid-air, swaying back and forth, and only her soft breathing could be heard.

"I think it's time to let her see who our guest is."

Upon hearing this, I tried to get up and slip away, but he grabbed me and I had no choice but to stay.

He pulled the plugs from his sister's ears, tore off the blindfold, grabbed her hair, and lifted her face, forcing her to look directly at me, who stood awkwardly before her.

As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw me sitting on the bed and immediately screamed.

Ted, anticipating this, quickly covered her mouth to silence her.

"Haha, Paul is no longer your brother. He's the punisher, here to punish you. He was the one fiddling with you, pinching your clitoris. Did it feel good? You're lucky to have a brother like that, aren't you? Now I'm going to put you down. You'll crawl on the floor like I taught you, and then I'll make you do it with Paul."

He then untied his wife, threw her to the ground, removed all her restraints, and cursed her with vulgarities, calling her a "little slut, a whore, a sow."

The poor sister lay on the floor, curled up in a ball, trembling uncontrollably, completely helpless.

I felt my little brother had never been so hard before. Was it because of my sister?

"You know what to do, you slut," Ted commanded her. "Hurry up and do it!"

My sister immediately propped herself up, crawled towards me, and knelt on the floor. Like a wife, she gently took off my sneakers and carefully placed them under the bed. Then she carefully took off my socks, folded them neatly,

and placed them on top of the shoes. Then she looked up at me, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions—blame, resentment, helplessness, but also a hint of joy. She placed my bare feet on her soft thighs and began to massage me.

Her fingers gently kneaded my soles, pulling my feet closer to her, until finally my heels rested on her bare, plump mounds of flesh. Then she began to massage my toes, gently rotating my soles and rubbing my heels back and forth against her mounds of flesh.

Oh, I can't take it anymore, this is so exciting, my sister is giving me a service!

I felt the blood rushing to my head, my little brother was practically going crazy.

But my sister still massaged my toes slowly and deliberately, then she quickly lowered her head and took my toes into her sexy mouth, then deliberately made a "tsk tsk" sucking sound, making me incredibly itchy and uncomfortable.

She sucked for a while, then switched to the other side, doing this several times, until finally she ended this sensual and exciting but unsatisfying service and put my feet down. She raised her head again, gazing at me deeply, her eyes now filled with only tender love and boundless desire.

She reached out, her hands trembling, and unbuckled my belt and the buttons on my pants, pulling down my pants and underwear, and my manhood burst out, pointing straight at her.

But instead of immediately pouncing on me, she carefully folded my pants and placed them aside. Then, she skillfully reached out her cute little hand, grasped my penis, and gently and tenderly stroked it, as if holding a rare treasure, carefully protecting it.

Looking into my eyes, she lowered her head and slowly, bit by bit, took my engorged glans into her mouth. Her tongue pressed against the tip of my penis, gently teasing it, and I couldn't help but groan.

Satisfied, she lowered her head and swallowed my entire penis, then began to slowly move it up and down.

This kind of stimulation was something I had never experienced before, especially with my longtime dream girl—my sister—giving me satisfaction. I was utterly stunned by my good fortune and could only passively experience my sister's exquisite oral sex skills.

I watched my sister's head move up and down, and I could see her two bright red lips sucking on my penis. She seemed to be savoring some delicious delicacy, licking and sucking my penis vigorously, as if trying to draw out some nectar.

Just as my sister released my penis, wanting to take things further, Ted shoved her head back between my legs.

"No, no, you bitch! The game has only just begun. I'll tell you when to stop and see if you dare to stop."

With that, he left the room. When he returned, he was holding Sinka's hand.

"Look, Paul. Just a little while, let's see how Sinka performs."

Sinka seemed to be an expert; as soon as Ted released it, it immediately barked and pounced on my sister, sticking out its long tongue to lick her upturned buttocks and exposed vulva.

Sinka's tongue was long and hot, licking my sister while she sucked on my penis, making her moan incessantly, no longer as composed as before.

Sinca, its mouth agape, panted heavily as it licked its mistress's genitals, a large, dark penis dangling from its lower body.

Ted scolded it, ordering Sinca to climb onto its mistress's back.

I was stunned by the sight before me. Sinca stood upright, its paws resting on its mistress's back, its lower body thrusting back and forth frantically, but unable to find the entrance, barking in frustration.

Ted finally guided its dark penis to the entrance of its mistress's vagina, and Sinca cried out in pleasure, its lower body beginning to move rapidly.

Although I couldn't see down there, I could imagine that Sinca's enormous dark penis was already inside my sister's vagina.

My sister began to moan loudly, but her mouth still didn't forget to service my little brother.

Ted laughed wildly, "Can you believe it? Sinka's thing is eight inches long! When it's about to ejaculate, it'll be as thick as your wrist!"

It was a truly hilarious moment. Sinka and I stared at each other. My sister was giving my penis oral sex, while Sinka was thrusting his enormous cock into my mistress's cunt. I didn't know how to describe my feelings; it was just incredibly absurd that a human and a dog could be paired up!

I looked at Sinka's bloodshot eyes as he lay on top of my mistress, his lower body thrusting rapidly, saliva dripping from his gaping mouth and splattering onto my mistress's back.

My sister let out a low moan, her hands gripping my buttocks tightly for support. Her tongue entwined around my penis, moving up and down with Sinka's movements.

Suddenly, Sinka stopped, and a low growl came from deep within my sister's throat, while her mouth began frantically stroking my penis. Her fingernails were digging deep into my muscles, and her body suddenly tensed.

"Sinka's about to cum! That thing of hers is a real treasure! It must be swollen inside by now. Imagine what it would be like to have something as thick as a wrist stuffed inside Susie's hole, oh, amazing! And imagine what it would be like to have Sinka's semen shot inside her, tsk tsk."

Ted was even more excited than we were, constantly spouting lewd words to stimulate our lust. Coupled with my sister's wonderful oral sex skills, I felt my little brother was about to burst.

"Oh, don't cum so fast, Paul. The show hasn't started yet."

Ted immediately stopped my impulse. Looking at his crazy grin, I didn't know if I was fucking my sister or he was fucking me.

After Sinka pulled his thing out, Ted made Susie leave my lower body. Luckily, I stopped in time, or I really would have cummed.

Ted nodded to Susie, and she obediently crawled under Sinka, put her mouth on Sinka's shrunken genitals, and sucked away the remaining dog semen.

Afterwards, Ted led Sinka outside, and Susie finally had a chance to rest. She collapsed limply to the ground, panting heavily. Her tight-fitting clothes were stained with filth, emitting a pungent smell of sweat and some strange odor, but also a strong scent of lust.

When Ted returned, he was carrying a bottle of water. He straddled Susie, drank the water from the bottle, and then urinated in front of me.

He urinated completely on Susie's chest, face, and mouth. I was shocked to see my sister drink the urine that had been urinated into her mouth, without any disgust.

After urinating, Ted lay on all fours on the ground, and Susie silently crawled behind him and began licking his anus.

I watched in shock as my sister's tongue went in and out of her husband's anus. Ted groaned, and I saw his penis begin to swell again.

He kept shouting, "Deeper!" and Susie tried her best to satisfy his demands.

The two of them did this for a long time. I was so tired of watching that my legs went weak, and my little brother was as hard as iron, throbbing painfully.

The two finally stopped. Ted sat on the ground, panting, and said, "What a pity. I just took a dump this morning. If I had known you would join us today, I would have stayed until now. It's a shame. I really wish you could see your sister eating my excrement. Okay, it's time for the final moment."

As he spoke, he lay down, his huge penis pointing straight to the sky, the engorged glans glowing with a faint red light, looking particularly ugly and terrifying. The sister silently climbed on top of him, aligning her vulva, and with a downward thrust, swallowed her husband's huge penis.

"Paul, could you go and get Mike for me? He must be sleeping in his room."

But these words immediately made the sister tense, and she cried out, "No, no! Please, don't call Mike! I don't want to do that in front of Paul! Please, no, I will do as you say."

The sister began to sob.

Ted just smiled, raised his knee, lifted her body up, pressed his hands on her buttocks, and then began to thrust violently again.

This time, his movements were particularly ferocious, each thrust making a loud "thump-thump" sound, his face already covered in sweat.

He shouted to me, "Paul, fuck her ass!"

I hesitated for a moment, glancing at Ted, who was vigorously fucking Susie's pussy, and decided to do as he said.

I went behind my sister, reached out and grabbed her plump buttocks. My sister's buttocks were so soft, I exclaimed in admiration, my fingers found the location of her anus, and then guided my penis to her back hole, and then slowly and forcefully pushed the glans in.

My sister's anus was so tight, I struggled to push in, the friction of the flesh walls gave me tremendous pleasure, and I had never had the experience of inserting my penis into a woman's anus before, and now the first person was my sister, how could I not be excited?

After my penis was completely squeezed into my sister's anus, I began to thrust. Through the vaginal walls, I could feel Ted's penis rubbing against my sister's vagina, and the tight grip of her anus on my penis felt incredibly good. My

sister's moans grew louder and louder; how could she possibly remain calm under the combined assault of two grown men?

Just as her movements became increasingly frantic, Ted suddenly stopped. He rolled over, pulled out his penis, and pushed my sister to the ground, my penis leaving her anus.

I looked at Ted in confusion; he just sneered at my sister, who lay on the ground, groaning in despair from the sudden emptiness.

"Alright, you slut, now tell Paul what you want him to do."

My sister bit her lip, looked at me, and after a long while, pleaded softly with a tearful face, "Paul, please bring Mike over, okay?"

I stood up, glanced at Ted, and he nodded with a smile. So I walked towards Mike's room. Mike, their son, was just learning to walk. When I entered his room, he was playing in his crib, naked except for a diaper.

I picked him up, and the little guy was very restless, kicking and crying in my arms, repeatedly stepping heavily on my semi-erect penis.

Looking at such an innocent and naive child, I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. Should we let him be exposed to the darker side of sex so early?

It's a sin!

As I was thinking this, I heard my sister calling me, "Bring him over here, Paul. He won't get hurt; he's done these things before."

Hearing his mother's voice, the little guy became even more restless, struggling and babbling as he got out of my arms, running towards his mother's bedroom. I quickly followed behind, afraid he might suddenly fall.

Back in the bedroom, Ted was already lying down again, and his sister was straddling him.

Mike stood beside his father. After his mother removed his diaper, Mike obediently turned around, climbed onto his father's chest, and knelt down, his dirty bottom sticking up and facing his mother.

His sister turned and glanced shyly at me standing in the doorway, then turned back helplessly, supporting her son's waist with her hand, and then sticking out her tongue to lick his dirty little bottom.

I watched as his sister diligently cleaned the filth from his bottom, her pink tongue licking back and forth on little Mike's dirty buttocks, slowly absorbing the filth into her mouth.

While she was cleaning her son, her husband violently thrust his huge penis in and out of her vagina.

While Ted teased his son's little sausage, he called out to me, "Fuck your sister's ass, Paul."

The family's frenzied and lewd behavior deeply aroused me, and my little brother immediately swelled up several times. I knelt behind my sister again, and it took me a while to regain my rhythm. Then Ted and I teamed up, each taking turns fucking my sister from both ends.

After my sister cleaned her son's ass, she turned him over, then lowered her head and sucked on his poor little sausage.

Since there was no need to worry about the little guy falling off, Ted and I began to relentlessly attack my sister's wet vulva and narrow anus. My sister was now completely immersed in frenzied lust, her body trembling uncontrollably. I don't know what Ted felt, but my sister's anus was contracting very strongly, like an iron clamp tightly gripping my little brother, and the pleasure of thrusting in and out was indescribable.

I couldn't hold on any longer and said I was going to cum. Ted said he was coming too.

So our thrusting speed suddenly increased, and my sister was practically blown away, moaning and groaning with pleasure.

Ted suddenly roared again, and I knew he had ejaculated. I quickly thrust a few more times and also released my pent-up semen into my sister's ass.

We both collapsed to the ground. I withdrew my limp penis, and Mike got off my father.

Then, Ted told my sister to take off her clothes, and she obediently took off her soaking wet bodysuit and tossed it aside.

"Clean this house before we come back, and you go wash up too, you filthy bitch. My sister Ariane is coming later, and she won't like to see you, you dirty sow."

Just as I was about to put on my clothes, Ted called me back: "Leave them there, Paul, Susie will wash them for you. Let's go, go take a shower."

My sister lowered her head and quickly walked towards the kitchen. I stood there, unsure of what to do, but Ted was angry. He said unhappily, "I said Susie will wash your clothes! Come with me, don't you want to see my sister? She's coming with her two children."

Instantly, a terrible feeling welled up inside me. I didn't care how his sister would react when she saw my little brother, but I hated her sons because they often teased me.

Her sons were both very strong, one was my age, and the other was only fourteen, but they were both very tall, just like Ted. The younger one was already as tall as me, and the older one was like an iron tower.

I grabbed my underwear, rushed to the door, and tried to slip away, but as soon as I opened it, Ariana's eldest son, Gray, who was standing in the doorway, pushed me back, and I fell to the ground.

Looking up, I saw Ariana and her two sons standing in the doorway, smiling at me.

"Hey Paul, looks like you and my brother get along well. Your sister's in too, right?"

"Look at that little thing, Mom, have you ever seen anything that small? I think Mike's is bigger than that, haha."

"Those aren't a man's genitals, they're just three little bumps on a woman's vulva. Hey, little girl, need any help?"

The three of them burst into hysterical laughter. Gray reached out and pulled me up.

I felt extremely embarrassed and angry. I turned to slip away through the back door, but Ted appeared in the doorway, blocking my way. I bumped into his chest and fell to the ground again, immediately eliciting another burst of laughter. Ariane managed to stop laughing, but tears were already streaming down her face.

"I never knew Paul was so funny. He must like lying on the floor, just like his slutty sister. Ted, have you slept with him yet?"

Ted shook his head. "Not yet. I wanted to train him to be a real man, but he can't handle the hard work. Looks like I should teach him how to be a whore today, but I don't know where to start."

"Hmm—" Ariana squinted and said, "Maybe I can help you, kids. Take his clothes off, throw him on the bed, and let me teach him."

Gray and Rick immediately pounced on me and stripped me naked.

I screamed and struggled desperately, but how could I, so weak, possibly fight them?

They each grabbed one of my legs and dragged me into the bedroom. Mike saw this and thought it was funny, so he sat on me, enjoying the ride.

My sister was cleaning in the bedroom when she suddenly saw my miserable state and was shocked.

She immediately dropped what she was doing and rushed over to rescue me, but Gray stopped her. He hoisted my sister onto his shoulders and began slapping her bare bottom hard. Tears welled up instantly, and my sister cried out in pain. But the two brothers seemed to enjoy spanking her, hitting harder and harder, the slaps louder and louder. I was barely able to protect myself and could only watch helplessly as my sister was ravaged by my two nephews.

"You two take this filthy bitch to Sinka's den and have some fun. Paul and I are going to enjoy ourselves here."

The two little devils happily carried my sister out, and Ted took his son with him, leaving only Ariana and me in the bedroom.

I looked at the door, listening to my sister's cries outside, my heart aching terribly, but I was powerless to help. I truly regretted coming to the wrong place today.

"Do you know why I came here, Paul? I love seeing your sister suffer. I come here at least once a month. My husband loves sex, but he's always hesitant and unsatisfying during my period. Your sister is a perfect sex slave then, and today happens to be my period again. Let's see how you perform, Paul."

Ariane sat down on the bed, slowly taking off her shoes and stockings, then her lace panties. I saw a sanitary napkin stuck to her panties, stained with obvious dirt.

She ripped it off and threw it in my face.

"Smell it, Paul, it smells good, doesn't it, haha."

I'd never smelled anything like it before, so I curiously brought the sanitary napkin to my nose. Instantly, a stench assaulted my nostrils, making me want to vomit, but for some reason, I felt an extremely lewd thrill.

My little brother actually stood up at that moment, regaining its vigorous vitality.

Ariana gestured for me to come closer. I slowly moved to her side, head down, but my eyes were secretly glancing at her hairy vulva. I could see dried bloodstains on her pubic hair, and a small white substance was visible outside her temporarily closed vulva.

She stood up, took a plastic sheet from the wardrobe, spread it on the bed, and then stood on the bed with her lower body facing me. She then gently pulled out a small portion of the white substance protruding from her vulva.

Because we were so close, I could clearly see that it was wet with blood, and a stench assaulted my nostrils, making me want to vomit again.

She lay down and pulled my hand to touch the sanitary napkin inserted in her vulva. My finger was immediately covered in bright red blood.

She guided my finger to my lips and ordered me to lick it. I stuck out my tongue and lightly touched it, but she was very dissatisfied and loudly scolded me to insert my finger back in.

I had no choice but to put my fingers in my mouth and suck on them as if they were delicious.

She was pleased and suddenly pulled me close, pressing my head between her legs, ordering me to lick her vulva clean and drink everything that was inside.

I had no choice but to stick out my tongue and lick her there, while simultaneously taking the sanitary napkin inserted there into my mouth.

She pressed my head down hard, preventing me from escaping, saying, "Suck it clean, Paul, lick it clean, you'll like it."

The smell from Ariane's vulva was absolutely awful, a stench that assaulted my nostrils, but sadly, I obediently did as she asked, without even thinking of resisting.

I endured the stench, licking Ariane's filth clean bit by bit, while also swallowing the filth that flowed from her.

Afterwards, I wondered how I could have eaten such things, but at the time I didn't feel anything as I ate them, although it made me unable to eat for several days afterward.

As Ariane enjoyed my attentive service, she reached out and grabbed my penis, stroking it vigorously. But just as I was about to ejaculate, she suddenly stopped.

She pulled my head up, removed the sanitary napkin from my mouth, and tossed it aside. Then she lay down, bringing her vulva close to mine, and ordered me to stick my tongue inside.

"Good job, Paul. Maybe I'll make you ejaculate later. Now, clean my pubic hair first, then you can put your tongue in."

I took her curly pubic hair into my mouth and licked the blood clots off it. This time, the taste wasn't as disgusting as before. I cleaned her pubic hair little by little, all the way to the outside of her vulva.

I gently teased her thick labia with the tip of my tongue. There were still many traces of blood on them, but I no longer felt disgusted. I just focused on licking her vulva.

Ariane groaned, and her body began to writhe restlessly.

I shoved my tongue inside, stirring it around. The pungent, bloody smell was still strong, but I didn't care anymore. I took her clitoris into my mouth, focusing all my energy on that spot.

Sure enough, no woman could resist. Ariane writhed, her hands pressing down on my head, her lower body grinding against my face, almost suffocating me.

Bloody, pungent vaginal fluid kept gushing out, its strong, irritating smell numbing my tongue and nose.

I just mechanically sucked the fluid, trying to lick it clean.

Finally, Ariane stopped writhing. She released my head and sat up.

"Looks like you like my thing even more than your sister. Good, I like it. Go, get my purse."

I did as she said. She took a small cup from her purse. I knew what it was for. She gave me a strange smile, without explaining, but instead used her fingers to pry open her labia and inserted the cup.

Then she called her sons in and asked, "How was your play?"

The two sons were clearly satisfied: "Great!"

Ariana asked, "How was Susie?"

Gray pointed out the window.

I looked out too and saw my sister squatting next to Sinka, licking Sinka's buttocks.

Ariana beckoned to Ted, who was standing beside her sister watching. He understood, dragged her in, and pushed her down onto the floor. Her sister was now covered in filth, her face and body splattered with what appeared to be dog or human semen, and she lay on the floor, panting.

Gray walked behind her, pressed down on her buttocks, and forcefully thrust his penis into her vagina, starting to have sex with her right in front of us. He gloated and provoked me as he did so, but I dared not make a sound, because I couldn't beat him.

Soon, Gray reached his climax, and I could see milky white semen gushing from her vagina. Then, Gray forced me to lick her vulva, cleaning up his semen.

Finally, all the entertainment ended, and Ted invited everyone to the pool in the yard to clean themselves, while my sister and I were instructed to clean the house first.

Only then did we have time to take a shower.

After all the guests went to sleep, Ariane was the last to leave. She took the cup she had been holding in her vagina, smiled, and walked over to us. She lifted our chins and poured the contents of her cup into our mouths.

"Susie, call your parents. Paul is staying here for a week. Hehe, I'm going to teach him a lesson. Okay, I'm going to sleep now. I'll bring you more goodies later."

With that, she walked away triumphantly

. My sister hugged me, and we siblings burst into tears. After a long while, we stopped crying. I cleaned her wounds and applied medicine to her badly injured skin. Then, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Tomorrow, a new round of games will begin.

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Mirror
I am the eldest of five children in my family. When I was little, because our house was small with only a few bedrooms, I slept with my parents. When I slept, I loved to touch my mother's hair with my hand, and my mother also loved the feeling of my little hand stroking her head.
When I was seven or eight, I got my own room and bed. However, my father's work hours were irregular, so he often came home late. My two younger brothers and I would always cling to my mother until he finished work and came home, at which point we were sent back to bed.

Unlike the other children, I didn't enjoy admiring and touching my mother's hair. Whenever I stroked her soft blonde hair with my fingers before bed, I felt her relax and enjoy the feeling of me playing with her hair.

"My mother was about 51 inches tall, with a very graceful figure."

"She had a very full pair of breasts, which I thought were really big at my young age!"

My mother was quite conservative even within the family, but she wasn't as concerned about me. This was probably because I was always snuggled up in bed with her, but her loose nightgown always prevented me from seeing what was underneath.

One day, I happened to pass by her bedroom, and my mother was changing clothes. I saw that she was only wearing a bra and short panties, which excited me greatly!

"And my unusual feelings for my mother only increased with age, never diminished!"

But after I turned 12, I no longer climbed into bed at night to stroke her hair. I only had the chance to do what I liked when she was sitting in front of her vanity.

One day, I went to find my mother after masturbating in the bathroom. She was sitting in front of her vanity in her bedroom, combing her hair. It was a night when my father had to go to work, and my younger siblings were playing outside.

"Mom was only wearing her underwear and sitting in front of the mirror on her vanity."

She saw me come in and smiled, asking, "Do you want me to comb her hair?" Of course, I agreed immediately.

I stood behind her, picked up the comb, and slowly combed her beautiful hair. After a while, she asked me to massage her head as well, so I put down the comb and started massaging her head with my hands.

"Shortly after I started the massage, she closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying my service."

Because her eyes were closed, I had the opportunity to admire my mother's alluring body through the mirror and look down at her proud breasts. During my massage, I noticed that my mother's legs slowly relaxed, and her knees, which were originally together, slowly parted!

Because my mother's legs were slightly open, I could see part of her thighs and her alluring triangle area through the reflection in the mirror. Even though I had just ejaculated in the bathroom, the tempting scene in front of me made me excited again.

"Without thinking, I slowly moved my hands down to her pink neck and shoulders, gently caressing her pink neck and rubbing her snow-white shoulders."

Because of my tall stature, my erect penis was clearly visible on my mother's right shoulder in the reflection in the mirror!

I was still staring at my mother's crotch, trying to see more clearly, when suddenly I felt her hand touching me. It turned out that my mother was looking at me behind her through the mirror, just like me.

As I tried to explore further down, Mom pressed my hand down and pulled it back onto her shoulder before closing her eyes again.

"The image of Mom reflected in the mirror at that moment left me speechless!"

Her knees, which had just been slightly parted, were now spread wide open, and I could clearly see the crotch of her white panties.

"I thought to myself that Mom had probably been aroused by me!"

So, undeterred, I moved my hand down from her shoulders to continue exploring. Mom then gently moved her head to lean against me and pressed her right ear against my already rock-hard erection!

"What surprised me even more was that she guided my hand to her proud breasts and asked me to gently caress them." "

I began to massage them vigorously as instructed. My mother's legs were now spread wide open, revealing everything, and I noticed that the bottom of her panties was already wet!"

"I noticed that the breasts I was kneading had caused the already erect nipples to peek out from under the bra due to the kneading and pushing."

My mother then covered my hands with her own, speeding up the pace of my caresses!

The intense caresses caused the tight bra to begin to loosen, and my mother simply reached out and unhooked it, letting the bra slide down her arm to the floor. When her full, snow-white breasts and dark brown nipples came into view, I could feel a little semen seeping out from her clitoris due to the stimulation.

"Mom pulled my hands to her chest again, and the feeling of her bare breasts was a thousand times more wonderful than before!"

She held my hands and guided my fingers to pinch her nipples tightly, tugging at them gently.

"She let out low, seductive moans, which excited me even more!"

More secretions gushed from the tip of my penis.

She panted softly, urging me to continue. Just as I was caressing Mom's smooth breasts, she shifted her body away from the stool and pulled down her remaining panties, kicking them off the dressing table.

"I tried to control my rapid breathing, looking at Mom's graceful, curvaceous body in the mirror." "

Mom gently stroked the inside of her thighs, and when I looked at her, her eyes, filled with a strange light, stared back at me through the mirror!"

Then she turned her head to the right. At that moment, I didn't know what Mom was trying to do.

Unexpectedly, Mom opened her mouth and gently took my nearly spitting penis into her mouth directly from my jeans.

"Surprised by this sudden stimulation, more semen flowed out from my gradually relaxing opening!"

"Then she turned the chair she was sitting on and pulled me in front of her."

I stood in front of Mom and looked down at her, taking in a tempting view. Mom unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. She then asked me to take off my t-shirt.

"I think it only took me a fraction of a second to take off my clothes!"

She pulled down my jeans from both sides, and because of the force, my taut penis in my underwear almost hit her face.

"Mom patted my underwear a few times and pulled my penis out from the side of my pants."

I glanced at Mom in the mirror. At this moment, she was stroking my hard penis with one hand and licking up every last drop of semen with her tongue!

"I saw my mother's eyes light up as she looked at the penis in her hand, her beloved son's penis!"

The forbidden temptation made our breathing quicken. My mother's moist lips kissed my penis, her soft tongue gently entwining around it, licking my large glans in circular motions!

I had never experienced anything like this before and couldn't help but whisper, "Mom...!"

After licking for a while, my mother took off my last piece of clothing, my pants.

I trembled uncontrollably. I knew that the dream I had in my mind every night in bed would come true tonight!

Suddenly, Mom asked me softly, "Have you ever had any experience with other girls, or even with your sister?"

I shook my head and said, "No...not even once!"

Mom said, "You're not lying?"

"She wants to know that I'm still a pure boy, and whether I love her!"

But I didn't know how to say, "Yes...Mom...I've loved you since I was little!"

"I can't get the words out...I am..."

Mom laughed at my funny expression and said, "Look at you...silly boy!"

After saying that, Mom opened her mouth and took my penis in again. The strange feeling invaded my body again, and she swallowed my penis deeply, sucking hard on my glans. The swallowing and spitting intensified my ejaculation.

Mom's actions now resembled having sex, except that she was using her mouth instead of her vagina. Her nose was constantly hitting my abdomen due to the vigorous movements, and my scrotum was constantly bumping against her chin. A lot of saliva was overflowing from the corners of Mom's mouth!

At that moment, I couldn't help but thrust my hips in sync with my mother's movements. As time went on, the feeling of impending ejaculation grew stronger, and soon a powerful urge to ejaculate surged through my body.

I let out a soft moan and said, "Mom... I'm coming!"

My first ejaculation lasted about 30 seconds, with most of the semen shooting deep into my mother's throat.

My mother probably didn't have time to swallow all the semen, so she quickly pulled my penis out of her mouth, resulting in a significant amount of semen spraying onto her face and slowly dripping down her face and onto her breasts.

I stood there, my knees trembling uncontrollably, while my mother desperately tried to squeeze out every last drop of semen from my penis!

"Mom didn't even let the semen on her body go to waste. She would wipe it off with her fingers and put it in her mouth, which amazed me."

She opened her eyes and smiled, saying to me, "From the past until now, I have never seen anyone ejaculate as much as you!"

At this moment, Mom moved the stool to the side of the bed, leaned back, supported herself on the bed with one hand, and placed her legs on the stool, spreading them apart.

Mom pulled me over and gestured for me to kneel in front of her.

"I couldn't help but gasp at the alluring scene before me, thinking that this was something that only existed in my dreams!"

Mom didn't speak. She pulled my face closer to her vulva and gently clamped my shoulders and head between her legs.

She gently stroked my head and told me, "My good son, use your tongue to make Mom happy!"

At this moment, my nose, my mouth, and my chin were almost pressed against her crotch by Mom's hands.

"Mom's hairy genitals were already soaking wet, exuding a lewd scent!"

I began to lick them vigorously, occasionally teasing her labia with my chin and sometimes gently nudging them with my nose. When I licked her clitoris, her reaction suddenly intensified!

She moaned, "Oh...child...right there...so clever...it tickles so much...oh...so good...oh...Mom wants it...ah...!"

I continued licking her vulva, my tongue deeply inserted into her vagina.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid with my movements, and her vaginal walls began to contract violently!

She cried out hoarsely, "My good son... Mom wants it... So good... So good... Ah...!"

Then her body convulsed and she stopped moving for a minute, while I could only obediently remain between her tightly closed legs until she relaxed after her orgasm and lay limply on the bed. I was finally freed.

I remained kneeling there, staring directly at her vulva, which was now covered in her vaginal fluid and my saliva!

Her thighs, the sheets, and even my chest were all soaked.

"Even after gaining more sexual experience, I still think Mom was the woman with the most vaginal fluid!"

After a short rest, Mom propped herself up on the bed and opened her arms.

I knew what she meant immediately; I climbed between her legs and threw myself into her embrace. She gently stroked my body and grasped my penis, trying to restore its previous vigor.

"Under Mom's vigorous teasing, my penis is back to life!"

Mom leaned her body towards my lips and kissed me. I felt incredibly excited because this was my—"first kiss!"

Mom kissed my lips, licking them lightly with her tongue, even putting it inside her mouth to entwine with mine.

My penis, stimulated, was ready to go. Mom grabbed my penis with her hand, wrapped her legs around my waist and arms, and whispered in my ear, "My good son, are you ready? Let Mom guide you!"

She guided my glans to her vaginal opening, then pushed me forward with her legs around my waist. I felt Mom's warm flesh walls tightly enveloping my penis, and I was immersed in a strange pleasure I had never experienced before!

Without Mom's guidance, I began to move my hips back and forth, thrusting in and out. Mom then moved her hips up and down to match my movements.

My mother kissed my face passionately, moaning, "Oh... my darling son... you're making Mommy feel so good... faster... harder... fuck Mommy to death with your big cock...!"

My mother cried out in wanton ecstasy, the intense pleasure stimulating my nerves. I increased the speed of my thrusts, kneading her ample breasts and taking her hard nipples into my mouth. I felt myself nearing orgasm.

"I relentlessly pounded into my mother, her body trembling violently, her moans growing more rapid!"

"Good...that's it...oh...I can't take it anymore...oh...Mommy's going to...ah...!"

Just then, a gush of hot liquid suddenly gushed from her vagina. The burning vaginal fluid stimulated my glans, and I felt a surge of pleasure rush from my tailbone to my head. My ejaculation was swift, and hot, viscous, milky-white semen gushed out, stimulating the depths of my mother's body. Overwhelmed by the orgasm, she collapsed weakly onto the bed. Exhausted from the intense activity, I lay on top of her, drifting off to sleep.

"In the days to come, whenever Mom asks me, 'My good son, do you want me to comb your hair?' you all know without me saying it, I have to report to Mom's room again!" 01-26
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Summer Vacation
This story is purely fictional. Those with weak psychological resilience should not read it, otherwise, you will bear the consequences.
The original work is somewhat messy, but the story structure is okay.

Because I don't like SM-type plots, there will definitely be omissions. If you like it, read it; if you don't, please skip it. If you feel unsatisfied, please find the original work to read.

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(I)

Mom got pregnant with me when she was still in middle school, so I don't know who my father is.

When I was old enough to understand, I asked Mom about everything about my father, but every time I got the same answer, that is, I was just the result of her promiscuity.

Mom is a very charming and beautiful woman, and also a very responsible and lovely mother. However, beautiful women always encounter some unnecessary troubles in life, and there are always men around her.

Mom is naturally weak and doesn't know how to refuse men's entanglements, nor does she know how to choose a boyfriend.

Because of this, she changed jobs many times.

But wherever she went, she was always the center of attention. Her sexy figure often attracted men's malicious gazes, and therefore, she was often the target of harassment by bosses.

Later, her father—my grandfather—had her quit all her jobs and let her help manage his rental business, thus relieving her of the pain of being harassed by men in public.

My mother was very skillful and efficient at her work. In my spare time, I learned from her and my grandfather and quickly became able to help my mother.

My grandfather was very good to me; he never treated me like a grandson.

He often said that I was like his son, and in fact, he treated me like his own son.

Later, when I was older, I noticed something unusual.

My grandfather was also very good to my mother, but I felt that he was too considerate. He often touched my mother inappropriately, and many of his actions should have been directed at my grandmother.

Every time my grandfather touched my mother inappropriately, my grandmother would stand by, but she never intervened; instead, she watched with pleasure.

I often see my grandparents wearing only their underwear, but that's nothing special, because I occasionally see them completely naked.

My mother is also often naked when she's with me, rarely wearing clothes.

What makes me proud is that my mother is not only beautiful, but her figure is also much better than my friends' mothers. Compared to the nude women in the pornographic magazines I've seen at my friends' places, my mother is in no way inferior, and even better. Because of regular

exercise, her breasts are still firm, without any sagging, and her abdomen is flat, showing no signs of having given birth.

She is very slender, with a thin and supple waist. Her buttocks are exceptionally white and full, complementing her slender waist to create a striking curve. When she sways her hips, her full buttocks create a captivating wave that can make anyone's nose bleed.

My mother's thighs are round and firm, and when her legs are together, there is no gap between them.

Of course, what attracts men's attention most is the area below her abdomen, between her legs. That was the place I had longed for since I was old enough to understand.

Within that small space, dense black pubic hair covered the area, and on the small mound in the middle, a pink cleft was clearly visible. Two plump labia, half-open and half-closed, seemed to beckon a man's touch.

My mother loved to flaunt her mature and sexy body in front of me, earning my heartfelt admiration.

Summer arrived quickly, my favorite season, because at this time of year, the long and carefree summer vacation would begin.

This year, my mother and I decided to spend

our summer vacation at sea. Before going on the yacht, we stayed at my grandparents' house for a week.

My grandfather's house was very old; I knew he had lived there from birth to adulthood—it held his entire history.

I loved playing in my grandfather's attic and other uninhabited rooms, exploring his secrets.

Later, I discovered some interesting things in a room filled with old furniture.

I opened an old closet, and in the corner at the top, I found two bound boxes. The ribbons binding them were completely faded, indicating they were very old.

I took them out and opened them, finding them full of old photographs.

When I saw the contents of the photos, I was completely stunned.

The first photos I saw were of my mother, grandfather, and grandmother, all of them young.

I was curious, because this was clearly a record of our family's past, and I eagerly wondered if there were any photos of my father.

But the next photo made me gasp—it was a picture of my mother.

In the photo, my mother was lying naked on the bed, her legs wide open, a dark patch under her buttocks, which, upon closer inspection, was clearly the result of a wet sheet. Judging from her expression, she seemed quite pleased.

I looked at a few more photos, all of my mother in different poses: some with her thighs clenched, others with her lying on the bed with a satisfied expression, white semen flowing from her vulva, and so on.

But what truly shocked me was what came next.

In the photo below, Grandpa and Grandma are both naked, and Mom is with them, also completely naked. Grandma and Mom's genitals are both red and wet. Grandpa stands to the side, his large penis erect, the glans shiny red and dripping with milky white semen.

Based on my limited knowledge of sex, I can guess that the three of them have just had (?) a frenzied sexual encounter.

I also saw a photo of my mother and grandfather embracing naked, further confirming my suspicions about their illicit relationship.

The subsequent photos became increasingly daring, outrageous, and lewd.

There were photos of my mother giving my grandfather oral sex, of my mother being raped by my grandfather in various positions, of my mother and grandmother comforting each other, and of the three of them engaging in orgy.

In short, there were almost every kind of position imaginable, many of which I had never seen or even heard of before. It made my mouth dry, my face flush, and my legs weak.

At the bottom of the box was an envelope. I opened it, and inside was another series of photos, all of my mother. These photos depicted the changes in my mother's body during pregnancy, showing her naked body and the curves of her growing belly from various angles.

After seeing these extremely lewd photos, I felt incredibly stimulated and excited. My genitals swelled up, straining against my underwear and causing a painful ache in my glans.

But what truly excited me was not the actions depicted in these pornographic photos themselves, but a fact I deduced from them: my father's true identity.

If it weren't for these photos, I would never have imagined, even if I were to break my head, that I was the product of my grandfather and mother's incestuous relationship. My grandfather was my biological father.

I didn't know whether I should be happy or sad, but I only knew that I was incredibly excited.

I put the photos back in the box, tied it back up, and then opened another box.

Inside were sex toys, many of which I had seen in the photos. One of them was a dildo, as thick as my wrist and about a foot long, which really surprised me.

Looking at the things in the box, my mother's mature, sexy, and beautiful body involuntarily appeared in my mind. To be honest, I've liked looking at my mother's naked body since I was a child, but I swear I've never had any filthy thoughts.

I love my mother very much, but it's just pure maternal love, and I've never associated it with anything pornographic.

But now the situation is different. Since learning that I was the product of my grandfather and mother's affair, the lustful blood buried in my veins has begun to boil. For the first time, I felt a lewd desire for my own mother, and this desire was extremely strong.

I put everything back in the box, wrapped it up, and thought about what to do next.

Suddenly, a good idea came to me.

Mom had told me to prepare for the yacht trip and put all the necessary equipment in the car. I thought this might be an opportunity, so I quickly packed up the box, went out, put it in the car, and even piled some things on top to cover it up.

But I immediately changed my mind because I suddenly felt that this wasn't "safe." There were still two days before Mom and I left for the yacht, and leaving the box in such an obvious place would make it easy for others to find it.

I was just about to put them back in the house when I heard Grandpa's car returning.

I quickly slipped back into my room and hid where they couldn't see me, secretly peeking at their actions.

Grandpa and his two grandmothers got out of the car, all smiling and looking very happy.

Mom and Grandma were both wearing loose clothes, their snow-white, full breasts peeking out from under their clothes. I could imagine that they weren't wearing anything underneath.

I don't know why I'm so sensitive. I often see them naked, but I've never paid attention. Now, they're just wearing outer clothing, and it makes my mind wander.

I saw Grandpa walk over to Mom, pull her into his arms, and put his hand inside her clothes. They kissed passionately.

Mom moaned continuously, her lower body twisting from side to side, clearly enjoying Grandpa's little touches.

They kissed for a while before separating. Grandpa then walked behind Grandma, hugged her from behind, and put his hand inside her clothes, seemingly fondling her full breasts. Grandma, who was

bending over to get something out of the car, was interrupted by Grandpa's sudden attack and had to turn around to kiss him. Grandma

seemed much more seductive than Mom, not only kissing loudly but also rubbing her thighs against Grandpa.

Oh, I can't take it anymore!

I'm getting hard!

I quietly slipped out of the house, carefully making my way along the wall to the room where Mom and Grandpa had just entered, and peeked through the window.

I overheard Mom say, "No, Dad, my son might be in soon."

Then she added, "Dad, we have plenty of time tonight. If you can't wait, you can add something to my breasts like before."

Grandpa ignored her, just kneading Mom's breasts. Mom kept saying, "My son will find out. He's a big boy now. He'll find out sooner or later that his mother is just a submissive slut."

At that moment, Grandma came in, carrying a box. She shoved the box into Grandpa's hand, saying, "I think you might need these things."

Grandpa kissed Grandma and then opened it.

I looked inside and saw nothing but clips, rings, and weights.

Mom and Grandma had already unbuttoned their shirts, revealing their snow-white breasts.

Grandpa added a clip to each of their nipples, holding them in place. There was a small ring under the clip, with a weight hanging from it.

After clamping them in place, Grandpa deliberately pulled on the weights, causing Mom and Grandma to recoil in pain.

After finishing on top, Grandpa did the same to their genitals.

Once he was done, Mom and Grandma stood up, smoothed their clothes, and pretended nothing had happened, but the pain on their faces was undeniable. Mom walked a few steps, her thighs clenched, constantly complaining of pain.

Grandpa slapped their bottoms hard and said, "Go do your work."

I left the house, wandered around outside for a bit, and then returned. I saw Grandpa still in the same spot, but Mom and Grandma were gone. I greeted Grandpa.

I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was tidying up the garage; a lawnmower was broken, and he needed to fix it by tomorrow afternoon.

I really enjoy spending time with Grandpa; I can learn a lot from him. Now that I know he's my father, I feel even closer to him. But I don't want to tell him about what I discovered today. I feel it's not the right time. I want to tell Mom first and see how she reacts.

My thoughts drifted back to the photograph.

Reflecting on everything I'd seen today, I suddenly felt a little comical. The relationships between Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, and me were completely messed up now. Grandpa was my father; should I call Mom "sister"?

I returned to the dining room and saw Mom and Grandma preparing dinner. I could imagine the heavy weights swaying inside their clothes—it must have been incredibly painful, but you couldn't tell from their faces.

Only when they moved around did strange smiles appear on their faces.

I sat at the table, boredly waiting for dinner to begin.

I peeked into the kitchen and saw Grandpa's hand inside Mom's clothes. Mom rested her head on Grandpa's shoulder, her body shifting constantly.

Wow, they dared to do that right under my nose!

After a while, Mom finally straightened up and left.

My thoughts started racing again; everything that had happened today filled me with uncontrollable excitement.

For the rest of the night, I kept thinking about the photo.

I recalled how my mother's behavior was always a bit strange before we stayed overnight at my grandfather's house, and how she always walked with difficulty after returning from there, as if she was in great pain. Every time I asked her, she would smile and say she was fine.

I also remembered that since we moved to my grandfather's house two months ago, my mother had been unusually wearing only underwear, and she no longer let me watch her change clothes; instead, she would close the door and change by herself.

Now I understood—it was all because of the weight.

I thought about the room in the photo; I knew it was upstairs, my grandmother's room, though it was usually locked.

After dinner, I quietly slipped up to the roof. Luckily, the room wasn't locked,

and I sneaked in. There was a bed in the room, exactly the same as the one in the photo.

I groped around on the bed and quickly found something like a drawer in the corner. I lifted the sheet and found a dildo hidden underneath.

I glanced around, imagining what I should do if someone were to peek into the room from the outside.

I quickly discovered I could peek through the crack in the door from the hallway, or climb onto the roof of the balcony.

I went back to the dining room, ate some snacks, and then told the others I was sleepy and wanted to go to bed early.

I kissed my mother and grandmother goodbye and said goodnight.

I took the opportunity to peek inside their clothes, but I didn't see any clips or weights; they were very well hidden.

Shortly after I lay down in my room, my mother came upstairs and peeked into the room, obviously checking if I was asleep.

She lingered outside the door for a while, then came to my bedside, bent down, and kissed me on the cheek.

As she bent down, I could see that there were indeed two clips on her nipples.

When she straightened up, I could hear a faint vibration of the weights between her legs.

My mother kissed me again, then closed the door and lay down herself.

I saw the two weights on her chest slip to the side as she lay down, tugging at her nipples. My mother's brows furrowed immediately; she bit her lip tightly, trying to suppress a moan.

After a while, my mother got up, and seeing that I didn't move, she quietly left the room.

I heard my mother tell my grandmother that I had fallen asleep, and my grandmother said, "Great, they can start right away."

The lights in the living room went out. I got up, quietly opened the window, and climbed onto the balcony.

Looking down from the balcony, only my grandmother's room was still lit.

I carefully climbed over and peered through the window.

I saw my grandfather taking a baby bathtub from under the bed, while my grandmother lay on the bed, fiddling with the dildo I had just seen. Then my mother came in, holding a towel. She closed the door and locked it.

They were all still dressed. Suddenly, my grandfather walked to the window and opened it. I quickly lay down and shrank into a corner, afraid that my grandfather would discover my presence.

Thankfully, Grandpa didn't look out, but it still gave me a real fright.

After Grandpa fastened the window, he turned around and told Mom and Grandma to take off their clothes.

Mom and Grandma quickly took off their clothes. The weights hanging on their nipples were very heavy, pulling them down. Grandma's breasts were already somewhat sagging due to her age, and now, because of the weights, her nipples were stretched even longer.

I looked at Mom's genitals again. Mom's genitals were very full, and her labia were large and long, about twice the size of Grandma's. Now, because of the weights, they were completely deformed.

Grandpa turned on the record player and played dance music.

Mom and Grandma began to dance to the music. The weights swayed and vibrated from side to side with their movements, and strange expressions appeared on their faces. It wasn't happiness, nor pain, but a cruel smile that was hard to describe.

The whole room was instantly filled with an eerie and lewd atmosphere, making me, who was peeping from outside the window, very uneasy.

Oh, this scene is absolutely insane!

A thrilling sensation ran through my body.

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This scene clearly aroused Grandpa as well; his penis, like mine, was erect.

Mom kept stroking her vulva, saying in a trembling voice that she needed to urinate, and Grandma said she did too.

Grandma took the bathtub and sat on it, and Mom came over, straddled Grandma, and began to urinate.

Surprisingly, Grandma not only faced Mom's urine but also drank it.

Grandpa watched excitedly, panting heavily, his eyes shining with excitement.

After Mom finished urinating, they switched places, and Grandma urinated on Mom, and Mom drank Grandma's urine as well.

After they finished, Grandpa came over and removed the clamps and weights from their bodies.

Mom and Grandma lay down close together, and Grandpa, holding up his penis, began to urinate without any hesitation.

Oh, it seems these three are really a bit out of their minds!

I watched from outside the window, muttering to myself, but I was genuinely stunned by the scene, feeling incredibly aroused.

Grandpa urinated, shouting with pleasure, repeatedly spraying urine onto Mom and Grandma's breasts and genitals.

The two women desperately spread their genitals, begging Grandpa to urinate inside them, to ejaculate on their clitoris.

Grandpa's urination technique seemed quite good; the urine accurately hit the center of their openings, causing Mom and Grandma's bodies to tremble uncontrollably, appearing extremely pleasurable.

After Grandpa finished urinating, Mom and Grandma quickly intertwined, their two snow-white bodies rolling on the ground, appearing extremely lewd.

They sucked on each other's breasts, rubbing them vigorously.

Grandpa stood beside them, a whip appearing in his hand somehow.

He suddenly began to lash them violently, ordering them to be even rougher.

Mom and Grandma cried out simultaneously, their voices shrill, a mixture of pain and lust.

As Grandpa whipped them faster and harder, their cries subsided, turning into pleasurable, sensual moans, each one intense and visceral. Hearing this from outside the window, I felt my breath catch in my throat, my blood pressure rising uncontrollably.

Grandpa continued to whip Mom and Grandma, ordering them to lick each other's genitals. If they were slow, Grandpa immediately increased the force of the whipping, leaving bright red welts on their pale skin.

Mom and Grandma cried out again, turning around and wildly licking each other's genitals, their mouths smeared with urine and the other's vaginal fluids.

They looked like two female animals in heat, quickly reaching orgasm under Grandpa's whipping.

Grandpa let them rest for two minutes, then used the handle of the whip to poke Mom's buttocks, forcing her to sit on a chair.

Mom glanced at Grandma smugly, delighted to receive this preferential treatment. She got up, checked the dildo that had been placed on the chair, straddled it, aligned it with her vaginal opening, and with a downward thrust, swallowed the entire thing. Then, Mom's body began to move wildly, the large dildo moving in and out of her wet vagina.

Grandpa took a rope and ordered Mom to lean forward. Because of the dildo, this was painful, but Mom complied.

Grandpa began to tie Mom tightly with the rope, binding her very tightly. The rope was so tight it dug into her breasts, making her already full breasts even more prominent. Then, Grandpa ordered Mom to move her body forcefully, continuing to manipulate the dildo, while he freely kneaded her breasts, which were almost bursting from the tightness.

I was completely absorbed in the shocking scenes of eroticism unfolding before me, unaware that my hand was unconsciously rubbing my already erect penis. It was all so lewd and stimulating!

Grandpa went to Grandma, pulled her up, and hung weights on her vulva, then bound her up like Mom, making her breasts bulge.

After binding her, Grandpa pushed Grandma to the ground, making her lie face down, and then grabbed his penis and began to violently penetrate her from behind.

I don't know why, after witnessing these scenes of sadism, perversion, and incest, I didn't feel disgusted at all; instead, I felt incredibly stimulated, my body reacting so strongly.

It seems that the blood flowing through my veins is the same as theirs—lewd blood.

Grandpa quickly ejaculated inside Grandma, then he went to Mom, pulled the dildo out of her vulva, picked her up, put her on the bed, and then inserted his still-erect penis into her vulva.

Now, I was utterly in awe of Grandpa. He truly lived up to his reputation as my father; at his age, he was still as capable as a young man. He'd just ejaculated, and he could already go again—amazing!

Grandpa treated Mom much better than Grandma. Not only were his hands moving, but he was also constantly spouting nonsense, saying things like he wanted to get Mom pregnant again, that he loved seeing Mom with her big belly and big breasts, that Mom was most sexy when she was pregnant, and so on. As he spoke, he vigorously thrust his penis into Mom's plump vagina.

Mom moaned loudly, her mouth filled with vulgarities and obscene language, her body writhing wildly like a snake, looking incredibly wanton and sexy.

Oh, what a father and daughter!

The father's thick penis freely entered and exited his daughter's vagina, while the daughter wantonly thrust her buttocks forward, desperately responding.

Oh, I can't take it anymore!

Grandma crawled over and vigorously kneaded Mom's engorged breasts, irritated by the bindings, stimulating her sensitive nipples with her tongue and teeth, leaving mottled teeth marks on Mom's snow-white breasts.

Grandpa told Grandma to untie Mom's ropes, saying he was about to ejaculate.

Grandma untied Mom's bindings, then crawled under Grandpa, kneading his scrotum and stimulating his urge to ejaculate, urging him to quickly shoot his semen into Mom's vagina.

Mom gripped Grandpa's buttocks tightly, screaming, "Oh, Daddy, hurry, hurry and shoot inside, hurry and shoot into your daughter's cunt, your daughter wants to give you another son!"

I saw Grandpa's body suddenly begin to tremble violently, and the speed of his thrusting increased. Suddenly, he yelled, collapsing onto Mom, only his buttocks still twitching.

Mom's face flushed red, her fingernails digging tightly into Grandpa's back, leaving two bright red welts, her legs tightly wrapped around Grandpa's buttocks, her lower body frantically thrusting upwards.

I knew they had both reached their climax, and Grandpa had even ejaculated inside Mom's vagina.

For some reason, I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy towards Grandpa.

He was so old, yet he still possessed Mom's beautiful, sexy body. I was young and vigorous, yet I had no chance to experience Mom's pleasure. The world was so unfair!

Inside the house, Mom and Grandpa had calmed down. They hugged for a while,

then got up to pack their things. A cool breeze blew in from the window. I wasn't wearing many clothes, and I felt instantly cold, but my heart burned with passion.

I knew I should go back. I looked back a few more times, reluctant to leave, and then quietly retraced my steps back to my room.

I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The lewd scene from earlier kept replaying in my mind.

I lay there for a long time, but Mom still hadn't returned. Then I remembered that Mom usually didn't come home to sleep at this time.

I tossed and turned for a long time before finally drifting off to sleep.

The next day, I woke up very early, feeling a strong urge to pee, so I went to the toilet.

Passing by Grandma's room, I saw the door was ajar. Peeking inside, I saw the three of them embracing, still half asleep.

After urinating, I went back to my room to try and sleep, but couldn't fall asleep. As dawn broke, I heard Grandpa getting up to get ready for work.

I got up and went downstairs to have breakfast with him. We talked about some things, and he instructed me to prepare the items needed for the yacht.

Grandpa seemed very happy and in good spirits, although I knew he hadn't slept much the night before.

Before leaving, Grandpa specifically told me not to wake Mom and Grandma, saying they had been tired all night and needed a good rest.

After watching Grandpa drive away, I went back upstairs.

Grandma's room wasn't locked; it was still ajar. I pushed it open a little so I could see Mom and Grandma more clearly.

They were still naked, without blankets. I could clearly see the deep cleavage on their breasts, the lines created by the ropes binding them. Their vulvas were still red and wet, and a sweet smile lingered on my mother's face, which she turned to the side.

Watching my mother and grandmother naked, I pulled out my penis and masturbated, quickly ejaculating.

Satisfied, I left my grandmother's room, making sure to close the door behind me.

I packed my fishing gear, left a note telling my mother I was going fishing.

Of course, I wanted to continue spying on my mother, but I felt it wasn't the right time.

I sat blankly by the river, staring at the float in the water for hours, without even putting bait on the hook, because my mind wasn't on fishing.

My mind kept replaying last night's events, contemplating how to join their incestuous game. I was truly captivated by what my grandfather had done to my mother and grandmother the night before.

Lost in thought, I was suddenly startled when my mother appeared before me.

Mom seemed very happy, saying repeatedly, "So you're here, honey. Your grandpa called and said he wanted to invite me to lunch. I also needed to buy some things, and since I'm leaving tomorrow anyway, I thought I'd go."

She bent down and kissed me, as if deliberately letting me see clearly. When she bent down, her collar was wide open, and I could see her full breasts, with a weight hanging from each nipple, just like yesterday.

Mom stood up and told me, "You haven't had breakfast, have you? Honey, I left a sandwich in the fridge. You can eat it when you get home."

The warm sunlight shone on Mom, and through her clothes, I could see the outline of her sexy body. I could even see the weights moving inside her clothes.

After Mom left, I packed up my fishing gear and went home with her.

When I got home, I saw Mom and Grandma leaving by car.

I glanced at Grandpa's room; the window was open.

I went to Grandpa's door, but it was locked, so I climbed onto the balcony and entered Grandpa's room through the window.

The room was spotless. I went to the closet and checked everything, but didn't find anything that interested me.

I noticed another cabinet nearby, and in the top drawer, I found an envelope. My intuition told me there must be something good inside.

With trembling hands, I opened the envelope, and sure enough, there were more photos inside. My penis immediately became hard again.

Every photo had Mom in it, mostly taken when she was pregnant. I noticed some photos had writing on the back.

One of the photos read, "I broke her hymen. When I looked closely, I could see blood mixed with her vaginal fluid flowing from her pink vulva." Another photo was a close-up of my mother's genitals. In this photo, her vulva looked somewhat dark, different from what I had seen that morning. I flipped to the back, where there was another line that read, "I got her pregnant!"

I put the photos back in the envelope and suddenly realized I had missed two more. One photo showed my mother breastfeeding me while sitting on my grandfather, vigorously stroking his penis. The other photo showed my grandmother and me sucking on my mother's swollen breasts, while my mother used a dildo to penetrate her vagina.

I carefully put the photos back as they were and then began to examine the house.

In the corner of the house, there was an exercise bike. I noticed a dildo under the seat; it moved up and down when I pedaled.

I checked a few other things, nothing special, just pins and weights.

Seeing that there was nothing interesting to see, I left my grandfather's room.

After packing everything and getting into the car, I went back to Grandpa's room to check if I had forgotten anything.

To my disappointment, nothing interested me, except for an enema kit in the bathroom.

I never imagined my family was so twisted; I started to worry about whether I could successfully integrate into their group.

Around six o'clock, Mom and Grandma returned, talking quietly and laughing as they walked, seemingly discussing something shameful.

When they came in, they both looked radiant; it was undoubtedly Grandpa's doing again.

Mom gave me a passionate kiss as soon as she entered and asked me to bring her things from the car.

When I brought them in, Mom had her back to me, seemingly checking something in her genital area. Hearing me come in, she quickly put down her clothes and turned around to help me. Her eyes gleamed strangely, and her face was flushed, as if she were a little embarrassed.

I told Mom that everything in the car had been moved in, except for her clothes and food.

Mom hugged me and said I had helped her a lot.

I could clearly feel the weight dangling between Mom's legs, but she didn't notice.

She continued to promise me that she would spend more time with me on the yacht to make up for neglecting me because she had been too busy.

I knew, of course, that Mom had indeed been very busy lately, spending her evenings playing strange sex games with Grandpa.

Mom patted my bottom and told me to go take a shower and come back for the pizza she had prepared.

I walked towards the bathroom, and as I passed Grandpa and Grandma, I saw them standing in the living room. Grandpa's hand was inside Grandma's skirt, making her lean against him, moaning and giggling.

I heard Grandma say, "Oh God, you're making me feel so uncomfortable. I like being your sex slave." I

blushed and rushed into the bathroom, not coming out until Mom called me to eat.

During the meal, we talked about my yacht trip with my mother. Grandpa said he wouldn't be able to find time to meet us until August, and he would give me some surprises.

He assured me that we would have plenty of time to swim, and we could also go fishing in a small boat, and so on.

After dinner, I helped Grandma clean the kitchen, while Mom prepared her things.

I was washing the dishes absentmindedly when I suddenly felt the urge to urinate, so I went to the toilet.

On the way, I saw Grandpa again with his arm around Mom, his hand inside her skirt, caressing her genitals. Mom, like Grandma had just done, was weak all over and moaning incessantly.

Grandpa stopped and said, "Baby, let's go upstairs. Let's do it right now. I want to cum inside you."

Mom said, "I'm so hot, Daddy. Why do I want Daddy's cock inside me so much right now?"

Grandpa said, "We've only just begun, you little slut, you want it so soon. Remember, after we get on the ship, remember to wear that thing every day. If you don't, I'll strip you naked when I come."

After leaving the bathroom, I saw Grandpa following Mom up the stairs. Mom was walking ahead, lifting her skirt, her buttocks and vulva completely exposed to me. I caught a glimpse of a weight hanging on her vulva, but Mom quickly disappeared from my sight.

When I returned to the kitchen, Grandma was lifting her skirt and caressing her vulva as if no one else was around. When she saw me come in, her face turned red, and she murmured, "Oh, child, it's so itchy down there."

I kissed her and told her that I had finished washing the dishes. Grandma said, "Then it's alright."

She then went upstairs.

I tidied up the kitchen again and was about to leave when Grandpa came downstairs, carrying Mom's suitcase.

He looked very happy, so excited that he bumped into me. I caught him, and he laughed heartily, telling me to take Mom's suitcase to the car. My intuition told me that Grandpa must have thought of some new trick to add to their sex game.

At that moment, I really wanted to go upstairs to see what was going on, but I didn't; I didn't want to arouse their suspicion.

When I came back, Grandpa was watching TV in the living room. When he saw me come in, he asked me to watch with him.

More than an hour later, Mom and Grandma came downstairs. Judging from their gait, they must have had weights hanging from their nipples and vulvas again.

When Grandpa saw them come down, his eyes lit up. He took Grandma's hand and made her sit on his lap, stroking her back. Grandma leaned completely against Grandpa, moaning softly, completely oblivious to the fact that there was a grandson beside her.

Mom went to the kitchen, and I don't know what she was busy with.

I knew what Grandpa and Grandma were doing. Grandpa kept whispering questions to Grandma, and she just kept nodding. Their hands were moving back and forth. I was too embarrassed to watch, so I went to the kitchen to see if I could help Mom.

Mom was standing in the kitchen, the top of her clothes open, revealing her snow-white chest. Her hands were inside her clothes, kneading her breasts. When she saw me come in, her face turned red, and she quickly closed her clothes. She told me to take some boxes to the car, and that the rest could be dealt with tomorrow.

I hugged Mom and felt the clamps on her nipples. I told her I was going back to my room to rest, and that I could read some books for the rest of the time.

Mom kissed me goodnight, then I took some boxes containing food to the car. Grandpa and Grandma had already gone upstairs. I went back to my room and closed the door, thinking Mom probably wouldn't come in.

Then I heard Mom coming upstairs. I thought she'd go straight to Grandpa's room, but instead she opened the door and came in, sitting on the edge of my bed.

Her shirt wasn't buttoned up properly, and it was even more revealing than before, open to her waist. I could vaguely see the clips on her nipples.

Mom took my hand, looked at me, and we stared at each other for a while.

I sensed Mom had something to say, but couldn't find the right words.

Several times Mom's eyes darted towards the door, her expression hesitant, unsure if she should leave.

I squeezed Mom's soft, warm hand tightly and softly said, "Goodnight, Mom."

Mom said goodnight back, then leaned down and kissed me, letting me once again feast my eyes on her full, firm breasts.

Afterward, Mom left the room, and I quickly got up and climbed out the window.

As I approached the window, Mom came in. She closed the door, but didn't lock it.

Without a word, she took off her clothes, letting them slide to the floor.

As always, two weights hung from her nipples, but this time

, something was different. A rubber tube was inserted into her vagina, the other end of which was a large bubble. Grandma also came in, her clothes already removed, and a rubber tube was also inserted into her vagina.

Grandpa asked them how they felt, if they liked the new toy.

Mom said, "It's been shaking inside."

Grandma said, "It's been leaking, please help me, I need real sex."

Mom looked so sexy; I felt my penis grow larger. I decided that once we were on the ship, I would make sure Mom looked like this.

Grandpa leered, "Alright, now let me see how wide your two sluts' cunts have been stretched."

Mom and Grandma lay on the bed, their legs spread wide. Grandpa removed the rubber tubes.

Mom sighed and said, "It's so swollen! I feel like I'm pregnant again."

Mom's words ignited Grandpa's excitement. He went to the dressing table, opened a drawer, took out photos, and examined them carefully, his face unusually gentle.

After a while, he put them back, turned around, and held two syringes in his hand. He asked, "Are you ready?"

Mom and Grandma nodded hurriedly and lay down simultaneously.

Grandpa injected them with something, and afterward, he said, "Tonight we won't use a bathtub. If you urinate, you have to drink it all."

What followed was exactly the same as the previous night, except that Grandpa was particularly excited today, scratching and biting their breasts and genitals, leaving Grandma and Mom in a sorry state. Then he made Mom and Grandma satisfy each other before starting his work, his penis erect.

It was late at night, and I felt very cold. Seeing nothing new, I quietly went back to my bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. Time seemed to pass very slowly, and my mind was filled with images of Grandpa and the other two.

The next morning, I went downstairs for breakfast and ran into Grandpa. We talked about the yacht for a while, and then Grandpa went to work, reminding me to take good care of Mom before he left.

After breakfast, I went back upstairs to my room. This time, Mom was in her room.

She was sitting on her bed, wearing only a dress, her upper body bare. Her breasts were bruised and swollen, her nipples red and swollen, looking badly abraded.

When I came in, she was applying medicine to her breasts. Seeing me, Mom held out her hand to me, gesturing for me to come closer.

I went over and hugged my mother, kissed her neck, and asked if she needed any help. She smiled and said, "No, thank you, son. You can carry the rest to the car later."

I nodded and went out. Passing by my grandmother's house, I saw her changing clothes inside. I noticed the large tube still between her legs, and I guessed my mother must have it there too.

My grandmother turned around while putting on her top, and I saw her large, white breasts, tempting me to reach out and touch them. However, unlike my mother's breasts, which were covered in bruises, my grandmother's nipples were dark red, so the injuries weren't very noticeable.

After loading everything into the car, I returned to the living room and found my mother and grandmother talking. Neither of them noticed me coming in.

I heard my mother say, "I think he must know, Mom. He saw the marks on my breasts and felt my penis."

My grandmother hugged my mother and said, "He'll find out sooner or later. I think telling him everything is the best way."

I stepped back out, deliberately pushing the door open loudly before coming back in.

They both fell silent. Mom smiled and asked me, "Are you ready?"

I nodded.

Grandma came over and hugged me, saying, "I want you to help your mother. She has some trouble to tell you. You have to listen to her; she needs you." I kissed

Grandma and promised to do so. I sensed a hidden meaning in her words, a double entendre, as if she was hinting at something. I didn't think too much about it and followed Mom into the car.

Mom didn't speak the whole way, lost in thought, as if pondering something.

Several times, when I wasn't looking, she secretly reached up and squeezed her thigh hard. I knew Mom must be in a lot of pain; after all, having such a large tube inserted into her vagina was no joke, let alone sitting motionless in the car for hours. The suffering was unimaginable.

At noon, we stopped for lunch.

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(III)

I finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Mom, I've never seen you so quiet before. You haven't said a word since I left home. Is something wrong?"

Mom stared at me blankly for a long time before seeming to snap out of a daze. She smiled and said, "I'm sorry, child. I was thinking about some things, about us. I just drifted off without realizing it. Please forgive me."

I asked her, "What were you thinking about? Did I do anything to hurt Mom?"

She quickly shook her head and said, "No, it's not your fault. I was thinking about how you saw me this morning. Was it a little strange?"

I said, "Mom, it's nothing, don't worry..."

My mother interrupted me, saying, "No, child, let me continue. You know I don't have boyfriends. They only dated me because they wanted my body. They probably thought a woman who had a child out of wedlock must be promiscuous and easy to hook. I don't know why that's how it is, and I don't remember when it started. I became very attached to my father, and later I joined their sex games. I just wanted to be one of them. I quickly discovered that I liked this game. I wanted to be a promiscuous and shameless woman, to enjoy being abused by my father, to do strange things. But in the following years, I didn't find a good man like my father, so I quit my job and went back to my father. I promised him that I would satisfy him at any time, and he promised to treat me well. Haven't you been asking me who your father is? Now I can tell you, it's your grandfather. Your grandfather is your father."

At this point, my mother paused, her face slightly red, as if she had done something wrong. She glanced at me, surprised that I hadn't jumped up.

She continued, "After I was born, my mother fell seriously ill and couldn't get pregnant again. When I was sixteen, my father finally got me pregnant, and I gave birth to you. I don't regret it at all. I love my father, and I wanted to give him a son. However, after that, my mother had my father undergo a vasectomy, and I've never had another child."

My mother finally finished speaking, looking completely exhausted. She covered her face with her hands for a while before taking a deep breath, looking up at me with a fearful expression, clearly worried that I might do something unwise.

Seeing that I hadn't thrown a tantrum as she'd expected, she pitifully said to me, "Child, you don't blame your mother, do you? I'm a lowly woman, but I truly love you. I don't want to lose you. Can you understand me?"

I placed my hand on my mother's knees and said, "I love you too, Mom! I love you so, so much, Mom! Actually, I discovered your sex games with Grandpa and Grandma a long time ago. I found some photos of you having sex with them, and some from when you were pregnant. A few days ago, I started secretly watching your sex games."

As I spoke, my hand slid between my mother's legs, touching the large bulge under the tube. I squeezed it a few times and then said, "I find this very interesting. I've been thinking about how I can join you."

My mother's eyes widened, staring at me for a while before she understood what I meant. She placed her hand on mine, tears of joy streaming down her face, and excitedly said, "That's wonderful, child! I'll tell you how."

At this moment, our conversation was interrupted; we had arrived at our destination.

Before boarding the ship, we went to the grocery store to buy some things, then unloaded them from the car and carried them onto the ship.

After tidying everything up, I took out the box containing the photos.

Mom looked at it and said, "I bet you've already seen them, son, haven't you? If so, you don't need them anymore."

Saying this, Mom took off her clothes; she wasn't wearing anything underneath except an oversized bra. Then, she tossed her clothes aside and said to me, "Come on, son, take yours off too."

Mom blushed and said, "I need your help. My bra is specially made; your grandma fastened it very tightly, and I can't open it by myself. I bet she discovered you were peeking at us, that's why she did that."

I unhooked Mom's bra and took it off. Inside were small bumps; wearing this would constantly stimulate the breasts. There was a small cut at the nipple area, allowing the nipples to be exposed.

I looked at my mother's nipples again. The injury from last night hadn't healed yet; they were still red and swollen. I gently covered them with my hand and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

My mother guided my hand to stroke her full breasts and said, "Dad thinks my body should be constantly stimulated so that I can be very sensitive to sex. We never actually hurt ourselves; a little pain can actually increase pleasure."

"Do you really want to join us, child?" Mom asked again, hoping for a positive answer. "We live an extremely perverse life. I want you to understand that what we're doing is incest, prohibited by social morality and law. If people find out, we'll both go to jail. So, if you really want to enter Mom's life, Mom hopes you won't tell anyone."

I rubbed Mom's full breasts and said, "I completely understand what I'm doing, Mom. I want to join in because I like it. Isn't incest fun and exciting, Mom? You've always liked this, haven't you?"

Mom said, "So, you just want to have sex with Mom, or like your father?"

My hand slid to Mom's buttocks, and I hugged her tightly in my arms. Then, for the first time, I kissed Mom's soft, moist lips.

My mother opened her mouth and kissed me passionately. Our tongues met, entwining in a fierce embrace. This was the first time I had ever kissed a woman mouth-to-mouth. My mother's kiss was so passionate; her smooth tongue hooked mine, swirling and churning in my mouth, driving me wild.

My mother's body was burning hot, and she kept rubbing her bulging parts against me, stimulating my physical reactions.

With great difficulty, I managed to break free from my mother's passionate embrace.

I looked into my mother's eyes and sincerely said, "I love you, Mom. I want you to be my sex slave, just like Grandma and Dad (Grandpa). I also want to learn how to make you happy, because I truly love you, Mom! I need your whole being, your soul, your body. Promise me, Mom."

My mother couldn't contain her emotions; tears of happiness streamed down her beautiful cheeks.

She hugged me tightly, sobbing continuously, as if afraid I would suddenly abandon her.

Finally, Mom looked up at me with tears in her eyes and softly said, "I'm yours now."

I realized we were sitting on the bed sometime during the night. I reached between Mom's legs and found the tube. I pulled it out forcefully, and to my surprise, the end that had been inserted into Mom's vagina was as thick as an orange.

I casually tossed the tube aside and was about to continue when Mom suddenly blushed.

"I'm sorry, child, Mom needs to pee."

I couldn't believe that such a simple sentence sounded so sexy at that moment. Mom awkwardly went to the bathroom.

When Mom came back, she was carrying a box, with the box that had held the photos underneath it. She placed the box in my hand and said, "Yesterday, when Mom and I went to the city to see your father, we didn't go for lunch. Dad took us to see one of his doctor friends, and he gave us this." (I opened the box; inside were several syringes, many needles, and twelve vials filled with amber-colored liquid.) The doctor said this medicine could enlarge my clitoris and make it more sensitive. He also said it would be effective for my breasts. Dad instructed me to inject at least one vial a week, or he would triple the dose. I thought you would want to hear me explain where those photos came from, so I brought them along too.

I picked up a syringe, and Mom showed me how to use it.

I filled the syringe with the medicine and asked Mom how much I should inject for her.

Mom told me, "The doctor said to inject half into my clitoris and the rest into my breasts. But he also said that if I wanted, I could inject it every hour, because the medicine would be completely absorbed after an hour."

Mom emphasized every hour; clearly, she wanted me to continuously provide her with sexual satisfaction.

I sat between my mother's legs and said, "If we want to use it up before Dad comes, we should start now."

My mother spread her legs and used her hands to spread her labia so I could inject her.

I was a little nervous, but I carefully inserted the needle into my mother's protruding clitoris and slowly watched the medicine being injected into her body.

My mother's vulva was incredibly alluring, and I was so engrossed in looking at it that I didn't realize I had already injected most of the medicine.

I quickly apologized to my mother, and she asked, "Is the needle still in there?"

As soon as I answered yes, my mother reached over, touched the syringe, and with a push of her thumb, injected the remaining medicine completely into herself. Then she asked me to use another syringe to inject her nipple.

I refilled both syringes and set them aside, intending to use them later. I wanted to take my time admiring my mother's beautiful body.

I kissed my mother's full breasts, my mouth circling around them, and then kissed every inch of her skin down her abdomen, all the way to her exceptionally full vulva.

My mother was unbearably ticklish from my kisses, and when my mouth touched her vulva, she began to become wild.

My tongue licked back and forth on my mother's plump labia, her body writhing as she cried out, "Bite it!"

She grabbed my head, pulled me up, and made me lie on top of her, face to face. She reached down, grabbed my penis, and eagerly shoved it into her burning vagina. Then, her wild kisses rained down on my face, lips, and eyes.

My mother's vagina, whether from the effects of the drug or from lust, was as hot as a furnace and incredibly wet, making it difficult for my penis, entering a woman's body for the first time, to handle. With my mother gripping my buttocks tightly and pushing forcefully, my penis was fully inside her cunt. I only thrust a few times before embarrassingly ejaculating inside her vagina.

My mother didn't scold me; instead, she kissed me even more passionately, her tongue slipping into my mouth and entwining with mine.

She kept rotating her hips, causing the shrunken penis still inside her to rub against the hot vaginal walls. I quickly regained my energy, and my penis hardened again, rapidly expanding inside my mother's warm vagina, completely filling it.

I began to thrust forcefully, and my mother moaned with pleasure: "Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...good...good...oh...oh...good son...fuck...fuck me...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...ah...oh...oh...oh...fuck...fuck me to death...oh oh...oh...ah..."

After several orgasms, we calmed down, and my mother began to explain the origin of the photos to me.

The first one was the one where she lost her virginity.

Looking at the photo, her eyes filled with tenderness, Mom said, "Back then, I was sixteen, just like you. One day, Dad suddenly told me he wanted me to have his child. Although I had dated quite a few boyfriends by then, I was still a virgin and knew nothing about sex. Sometimes I heard Dad and Mom making love in the room, but I didn't have the courage to peek, even though I sometimes saw them naked." "

My first time was completely voluntary. Dad didn't force me. He was very gentle that time, afraid of hurting me, and didn't dare to penetrate me until Mom made him treat me like her. My mom was really lewd; she watched us make love and kept stimulating my body. From then on, Dad wanted to have sex with me every day until my period stopped."

"Dad and Mom taught me to masturbate for at least an hour every day to continuously increase my body's sensitivity. Mom also encouraged me to breastfeed you until you were weaned, saying that would make my nipples more sensitive. Later, I became Dad's sex slave; he started putting clamps and weights on me. Then you were born, and I went back to school to continue my studies."

Mom picked up another photo, one taken just before I was born, and then she looked at me strangely and asked, "Do you want Mom to do this too?"

I couldn't believe my ears, and put my hand on her stomach, asking, "You mean this?"

Mom chuckled, "You little rascal... " "Mom has given you her body, and you still don't want Mom to have your child? It's Mom's ovulation period now, and you have a chance to get Mom pregnant until next week. You have to try your best! Don't let Mom down. Mom really wants to have children, especially my son's children."

Mom's words greatly stimulated my nerves. I excitedly said, "Mom, I will definitely make you pregnant with my children, and not just one, but two, three, maybe more. You've already given Grandpa a good son, now you should give your own son a good son."

I remembered that there were still two injections left, so I grabbed the syringe and injected one into each of Mom's breasts.

Due to the catalytic effect of the drug, Mom's body immediately became hot. Her vagina felt like a furnace, and the muscles on her vaginal walls writhed violently, squeezing my penis forcefully.

I felt as if my entire penis was inserted into hot water, so hot that I trembled all over. Deep inside Mom's vagina, it felt like there was a lump of flesh tightly wrapped around my glans, sucking my semen, as if trying to draw out all my semen.

All I knew was to thrust and thrust, desperately trying to penetrate my penis deep into my mother's vagina.

My mother's body was incredibly sensitive; with each thrust, she would curl up, her lower body leaking copious amounts of vaginal fluid, her limbs clinging to me like a spiderweb.

I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated my thick semen into her uterus.

My mother gripped my buttocks tightly, her lower body heaving violently, receiving all my life essence, crying out, "You did it, child, you did it! Mom feels so good, Mom feels the pulse of life! In less than nine months, someone will be calling you Dad!"

I continued ejaculating for nearly five minutes, completely filling my mother's uterus, with some even flowing out of her vagina.

Only after I stopped ejaculating did Mom release her hold on me. She brushed the hair from her forehead, a satisfied smile on her face, and said, "I knew I would get pregnant this time. Dad said that as long as you ejaculate enough semen, you will definitely get pregnant. My child, Mom is so happy!"

I said, "If this is true, then Mom will have many children. But now I think we should eat something."

Mom kissed me and said, "Put the dildo into Mom's vagina, my child. Mom doesn't want my son's essence to leak out." I

found the thick dildo and inserted it into Mom's red, wet vagina.

Suddenly, Mom whispered to me, "Honey, quickly carry Mom to the bathroom, it's so uncomfortable down there."

I picked Mom up and carried her to the bathroom. Just as I was about to leave, Mom grabbed me and said, "Don't go, honey, Mom wants you to watch me pee."

A memory of the peeing games Dad and his friends used to play flashed through my mind, and I felt incredibly excited. So I squatted down, lifted Mom's thighs, and let her sit on my lap, watching her shoot out a stream of urine in that position. An indescribable pleasure welled up inside me.

I felt my own urge to urinate, so I said, "Mom, now it's my turn."

Mom immediately reached out and grabbed my penis, saying, "Pee on Mom, honey."

Although urinating under Mom's gaze was uncomfortable, a sadistic pleasure surged through me, and my hot urine shot over Mom's head.

Mom held my penis, directing it to spray all over her breasts, chest, face, and vulva.

After I finished peeing, Mom even opened her mouth and took my penis in, licking it clean.

Oh, I really can't stand my mother's lewd and shameless service, yet it's so decadent, so arousing!

Afterwards, my mother and I took a bath together.

After we finished, my mother asked me, "Was that your first time, child?"

I nodded.

My mother's face darkened a little, and she said, "Won't you be ashamed that your mother isn't a virgin?"

Of course, I shook my head and said, "How could I? Mom, I really love you. If you were still a virgin, I wouldn't have been born, but what would happen afterward? Would you still be seeing Dad?"

My mother nodded and said, "I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to refuse."

I fell silent. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to have my mother all to myself, and I was really jealous of my father's ability to have so many women.

Mom noticed my unhappiness and comforted me, saying, "Honey, don't be angry. When it's just the two of us, you can do whatever you want. I enjoy making love with your dad or with you. You're still young, and you just made me feel so good. But if you want to have Mom all to yourself, I'll talk to Dad, and I don't think he'll object."

I stood up, hugged Mom, and told her how much I loved her, how I wanted to protect her and our child from harm, and how I longed to do something even wilder than what she and Dad had done.

We cleared the table, and then Mom called Dad.

At first, I was terrified that Dad would be furious and blame me for making a move on Mom.

Mom told Dad everything, especially emphasizing that I had gotten her pregnant. I thought I was really in trouble.

Then Mom handed me the phone, and I nervously took it. I heard Dad laughing loudly on the other end. He comforted me, saying he wasn't angry, that Grandma had told him I had spied on them, and that he thought I was a good son. Then he asked if I wanted Mom to belong only to me, to be my sex slave.

I couldn't believe my ears and kept saying, "Of course, of course!"

Dad said, "She's yours now."

Then he added that when they came over, if I wanted, I could trade Mom for Grandma.

Grandma's still-sexy body and her two huge breasts immediately flashed into my mind, and I quickly agreed.

Dad continued on the phone, "I think you'd better treat your mother the way you saw her. She really enjoys being abused. Now, let her answer the phone, and then inject her with something."

I handed the receiver back to Mom, and while they were talking, I quickly filled the syringe with the drug and injected it into Mom's breast.

Mom said, "Oh God, what did you tell him to do on the phone? Dad, he's injecting something into my breast now, oh...oh...no...no...oh...oh...oh oh...oh oh...oh..."

Mom groaned, her body twisting and turning; the drug was clearly taking effect.

"Oh...God...he's touching my clitoris...oh...oh...it's so itchy...oh...oh...no...don't...oh...it feels like something's going in...oh...oh...ah...it's his big cock...oh...oh...oh...it's so hot...oh...Daddy...you're so bad...oh...oh...oh...how...how could you teach him to do this...yes...yes...to deal with your daughter...oh...oh...it feels so good...oh...good son...it's so deep...oh...oh...oh oh...I can't take it anymore...oh...oh...goodbye...goodbye...goodbye Daddy..."

Mom hurriedly hung up the phone, turned around and passionately intertwined with me. Her body was completely against me, her hands tightly hooked around my neck, her head resting on my neck, her lower body frantically moving up and down, her mouth constantly moaning "good son, good son."

I vigorously thrust into Mom's hot, erotic hole, and soon I ejaculated.

After calming down, Mom smiled happily and said, "Your father has agreed to give me to you. From now on, Mom won't sleep with anyone else without your permission. You can rest assured now."

We made love several more times until we were completely exhausted, then we fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the following days, Mom and I made love passionately. Mom didn't originally like normal sex, but with my efforts, she started to enjoy healthier positions. We experimented with all sorts of positions: doggy style, oral sex, breast sex, hand sex, and anal sex, etc.

But we didn't forget Mom's favorite sex games. I injected large doses of medication into Mom's clitoris and breasts to stimulate her body and make her more sensitive. I also used enemas, making Mom feel like she was dying.

This went on for over two months.

Until one day, Mom told me her period had stopped, and I realized she was pregnant.

We eagerly awaited Dad and Grandma's arrival; I wanted to tell them the good news.

Finally, a few days later, Dad and Grandma arrived.

Dad and Grandma were both in good spirits. As soon as Dad saw me, he eagerly asked how I was "training" Mom. I proudly told him I had gotten Mom pregnant and how I had been abusing her every day.

Dad and I exchanged our experiences until I asked him how he was "training" Grandma. He smiled mysteriously and beckoned Grandma over.

Dad made Grandma show us the results of his hard work.

Grandma blushed, took off her clothes, revealing her naked body. Heavy weights still clung to her breasts and vulva, but what drew our attention was Grandma's slightly swollen belly.

Mom said in surprise, "Mom, I thought you couldn't have children anymore."

Grandma said shyly, "I really couldn't have children, but your dad and his doctor friend performed surgery on me, and now I can have children again. Your dad also had his vasectomy removed. I've said I wanted to have many children, and now I can finally realize my dream."

Dad came over and hugged me, whispering that he wanted to ejaculate inside Grandma to increase her chances of getting pregnant. If I wanted, he would exchange Grandma for Mom that night.

I couldn't believe my ears. Of course, I wanted to have some pleasure in Grandma's alluring vagina. Grandma wasn't actually that old, and her body was still so captivating, but I wanted to see Mom's reaction.

I looked at Mom and saw her wink at me and give me a knowing smile. I felt relieved and agreed to Dad's request.

Then, the two couples separated.

I picked up Grandma's hot body and took her to my room, and then we made love until sunrise the next day.

Grandma was completely exhausted from my fucking. I can't remember how many times I've ejaculated inside her. I told her that her body was incredibly alluring and sexy, and I would never be satisfied no matter how many times I fucked her.

In bed, we talked about Mom again.

Grandma said, "Your father was devastated when he found out I couldn't have children. I was heartbroken. I promised him that when your mother turned sixteen, he could try to seduce her, and if she didn't object, she could have a son for your father. So, your mother is like this now, all because of Grandma. You don't blame Grandma, do you?"

Of course, I shook my head.

"However, things changed completely afterward. Your mother became fond of our sex games, to the point that she never dated another man. Now her son has followed in her footsteps. But Grandma hopes you'll treat your mother well. She actually prefers men to treat her gently, but she was initially captivated by our perverse lovemaking games, and your father was a bit too rough with her. Although your mother hasn't complained, I can tell she prefers being with you. We're all so happy you've joined us. Your mother likes you, and I, as her grandmother, also adore you, my lovable grandson. Don't forget Grandma in the future!"

After that, we started a completely new life.

Now, Mom is focused on me and is pregnant with my third child.

Grandma's belly is also growing, but I don't know if the baby is mine or Dad's.

Dad is particularly sensitive about pregnancy now. He's happier than anything when Grandma's belly gets bigger, constantly touching and biting it, which is quite comical.

One evening, my father excitedly told me that his younger brother had a daughter whose husband was reportedly infertile, and she was very distressed. She wanted to come and visit us to clear her mind, and would probably stay for two months.

Oh, two months, two sensitive months!

If something were to happen during those two months, I thought no one would be able to tell.

I began to look forward to my aunt's arrival.

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