[Wealthy Family]

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(I)
I stood by the gym window, watching my mother, eight months pregnant, return from her walk. She wore a
light pink maternity dress, her round belly swaying, and led her enormous German Shepherd, Randy, across the
cobblestone path in the courtyard and into the gate. I couldn't help but smile.
A strange sensation in my lower body made me glance down: Oh! My penis was erect in my shorts,
swollen to its limit. It seemed I couldn't continue exercising.
I turned and left the gym, heading to the nearest elevator.
Although our house only has four floors, we
have five elevators installed in the center and around the perimeter for comfort and speed. The largest one in the center can easily hold more than a dozen people. It leads to
a spacious hall in the middle of the top floor, where our whole family holds open gatherings, which we call the
"Happy Hall." The other four elevators lead to the four main bedroom areas: one leads to
a private guest room area reserved for my mother's family. Although my mother's family doesn't always like living in this
almost secluded mansion, they come here to stay for a month or two every year
to enjoy "family time" with us; one leads to my grandparents' bedroom; one leads to my parents' bedroom
; and the elevator I'm standing in front of leads to my bedroom area with my three sisters.
Seeing the elevator's upward indicator, I couldn't help but smile knowingly. Without a doubt, my mother
must be coming up to find me, because my two older sisters and younger sister went out today,
and I'm the only one she can find coming up from this elevator.
I smiled and pressed the up button, waiting for the elevator to reach my floor, the third floor.
The elevator quickly arrived, and as the doors opened, I saw my mother standing inside, her belly bulging. Randy was squatting
at her feet, sticking out her long tongue.
I greeted my mother and quickly stepped into the elevator. My mother smiled and opened her arms; because her belly
was so big, I could only lean forward and give her a gentle hug. The elevator doors closed behind me and continued
to ascend.
My mother, her eyes filled with desire, smiled radiantly and asked, "Did you miss Mom, my darling?"
I knelt down in front of my mother, my left hand reaching behind her to embrace her large, full,
round bottom. I pressed my face against her belly, listening to
the strong heartbeats of my twin daughters inside, my right hand gently stroking it, feeling the rhythm of my two daughters within
.
I looked up and said to my mother with boundless tenderness, "Of course, I missed you so much, Mom!"
My mother smiled and said, "You're just trying to make me happy. I only left you for an hour for a walk,
what's there to miss?"
"Of course I'll miss you, Mom. Even if you're only gone for a second, I'll miss you terribly." My
right hand continued to gently stroke my mother's large belly, while my left hand began to knead her plump buttocks, all the while I
spoke to her.
My mother gently stroked my hair and said softly, "Baby, Mom loves you!"
"Mom, I love you too!" I looked up at my mother, our deep, lingering gazes intertwined
, inseparable.
The elevator stopped at the top floor. I stood up and helped my mother out of the elevator. Randy wagged his tail and followed
behind my mother and me.
When my mother and I entered my bedroom, Linda, with her beautiful long, purplish-red hair,
was changing the sheets, her youthful and beautiful body completely naked.
Linda, just turned eighteen, is slender with full, firm breasts and a round,
firm bottom. Like her forty-one-year-old mother, Catherine, she is one of my personal maids. Before I
went to the gym, I had just had passionate sex with my mother and the two of them. After my mother went for a walk
, I had another round with them.
Seeing my mother and me come in, Linda greeted us with a bright smile, saying, "Madam, Young Master Jeff,
the sheets have been changed."
Not seeing Catherine, I asked curiously, "Where's Catherine?"
"My mother is in the bathroom, she'll be out soon," Linda replied, blushing and smiling shyly. Clearly,
she had remembered the frenzied sex I had with my mother and the two of them not long ago.
A thought suddenly struck me: "Linda, call Mrs. Mawson, her
mother, and her daughter upstairs. I'm going to have a good time today."
Linda agreed, walked to the side, picked up our family's internal telephone mounted on the wall, and
called Mrs. Mawson, the housekeeper of our "pleasure hall."
Mrs. Laura Mawson was a forty-eight-year-old Black woman. Her husband, Cole Mawson, was fifty years old and
managed our stables. She had a seventy-one-year-old father-in-law, Matthew Mawson, and a seventy-three-year-old mother-in-law, Jane Mawson.
She had three sons, Mark, George, and Danny, and a twenty-year-old daughter, Joan. Mawson and Danny had a
thirteen-year-old daughter, Isna. Mark, George, and Joan each had a son, but Isna and Mark's
sixteen-year-old son, Mark Jr., and George's fifteen-year-old son, Kay, were Laura's incestuous offspring with her sons
. Joan's seven-year-old son, Cole Jr., was her son with her father, Cole. Four generations, twelve
people in total, lived and worked in our home.
From Matthew and Jane's youth, this family of Black men had been working for my grandfather,
serving as both sex slaves and sex toys in our household. When Laura and Cole's children reached their teens,
my grandfather and father enlisted them in their family's incestuous relationship, resulting in
incestuous children between mothers and sons, and fathers and daughters. I was just born then and didn't witness the depravity firsthand,
which is a bit of a regret. But now I can witness forty-eight-year-old Laura giving birth to an incestuous child for her grandson, who is also her
son, Mark, and personally having my mother bear incestuous children for me.
My mother laughed and said to me, "Honey, can you handle this?"
Before I could answer, Randy was already barking behind us, as if
to say "No problem. "
I laughed and said, "Listen, Mom, Randy already answered for you, 'No problem.'" My
mother and I both laughed.
Just as I helped my mother to the bedside, and we sat side-by-side intimately on the edge, Katharine
emerged naked from the bathroom. Seeing my mother and me, she greeted us gently, "Madam,
Master Jeff."
Although Katharine had a very good relationship with my mother and me, often sharing a bed, and my mother and I treated her mother
differently, as if they were family, she always
insisted on calling me "Master Jeff," except during intimate moments with me. Even though I had told her many times to just call me Jeff, her
somewhat conservative, 16th-century-influenced thinking prevented her from changing her address, and Linda also continued to call me "Master Jeff."
I was helpless and could only let her call out.
Forty-one-year-old Catherine had bright red hair unlike her daughter's, and the
same captivating green eyes. She was of medium height, slightly plump, with larger, fuller breasts than her daughter
and a full, round bottom. Her slightly protruding lower abdomen
was covered with long, thick, bright red pubic hair that extended down to between her two snow-white thighs, almost completely
covering her genitals. She was exactly the type of middle-aged woman I admired most—like my mother.
My mother and Katharine had a very good relationship. Upon seeing Katharine, my mother said, "Katharine, listen to
what Jeff has up his sleeve this time! He just spent hours with the three of us, and now he wants Mrs. Morsen and the
other women to join in. Doesn't he care about his health?"
Katharine laughed as she walked towards us, saying, "Madam, you're too concerned about young master Jeff.
You know very well how capable he is. He could handle any number of us, let alone a few more
."
I put my arm around my mother's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Mom, did you hear that? Even Katharine
knows you're too concerned about me. You don't need to worry about me not being able to handle it!"
My mother, unable to bear the tickling sensation in her ear, quickly pushed me away, giggling,
"No, it tickles!"
I reached out and gently rubbed my mother's left breast, and she immediately let out a soft moan.
Kathleen knelt in front of me, reaching out to grab my erect penis through my shorts.
As Kathleen pulled down my only piece of clothing, my shorts, leaving me completely naked, I unbuttoned
my mother's pale pink maternity dress and pulled it off her shoulders.
My mother wasn't wearing a bra, and once her maternity dress was down, her large
breasts, swollen from pregnancy, were fully exposed. On her snow-white, swollen breasts, the two originally deep red, now
erect and round nipples had turned purplish-red due to pregnancy, and the equally purplish-red,
round areolas protruded from her soft, smooth breasts.
I lowered my head, opened my mouth, and gently sucked on the large nipple of my mother's left breast, which was closest to me, occasionally
teasing and tugging at it with my nimble tongue. At the same time, her left hand gently kneaded and
rubbed her mother's right breast, while her right hand reached inside her large maternity panties from behind to rub her mother's plump
buttocks. Her mother hugged me tightly, moaning and panting.
Katharine grasped my hard, thick penis and stroked it a couple of times, then opened her mouth and took my huge,
menacing glans into her mouth, sucking and licking it. At the same time, she continued to
stroke the shaft of my penis with one hand, while the other hand rubbed and kneaded my testicles
.
Linda finished her phone call and turned around to see this scene. She quickly walked over,
squatted down in front of me, and without a word, snatched my testicles from her mother's hands, immediately
taking one into her mouth and sucking and licking it, while she held the other in her hand, rubbing and
kneading it. Unlike Linda, who seemed slightly shy after the storm, she put her other hand
under my buttocks and inserted a finger into my anus, fiddling with it.
I rubbed my mother's large buttocks for a while, then, finding the position inconvenient, I spat out
her large nipple and told her to completely remove her maternity dress and underwear, and get onto the bed.
After removing her maternity dress and underwear, my mother was completely naked, just like me, Katharine, and Linda.
My eyes looked down at my mother.
She had wavy, light golden hair, soft and lustrous, neither too long nor too short, just
a little over three inches behind her shoulders, roughly at the top of her breasts. The most captivating feature of her elegant and gentle face
was her pair of large, expressive, sapphire-blue eyes, which always seemed to speak volumes when they looked at me, filled
with a deep, ocean-like affection. My mother's skin was fair and smooth. Below her rounded shoulders were a pair of
proud, large, full, snow-white breasts. Further down was her
protruding, round belly, bearing my eight-month-old twin daughters.
Thick, pale golden pubic hair extended from the end of the rounded bulge of her belly down to between her two snow-white thighs, covering
the entrance to my life—my mother's beautiful, exquisite vulva.
I left Kathleen and Linda, gently stroking my mother's body, and helped her,
whose movements were somewhat slowed and inconvenient due to her eight-month pregnancy with twins, onto the bed. I helped
her lie down in the center of my large bed, big enough to fit ten people.
I knelt between her legs, gently parting them, and called Kathleen
and Linda to the bed as well.
I had Kathleen lie on her back under my mother's parted legs so I could lean over to observe, kiss, and caress her.
When I caressed my mother's genitals, I could put my large penis in her mouth and have her suck and lick it. Then I would have Linda
ride on top of my mother, serving me from behind, licking my scrotum and anus with abandon. Afterwards
, even though I had seen it countless times, knowing almost every pubic hair and every
fold of pubic hair, I still lowered my head and approached my mother's genitals, carefully observing the
beautiful sight between her two parted thighs. My mother's beautiful genitals never tired of my gaze.
Between her two snow-white thighs, her vulva rose high, and two
inches of pale golden pubic hair grew on her thick, fleshy labia majora. The fine, curly pubic hair extended all the way to the
pinkish anus, partially concealing her vulva and anus like a shy maiden.
Already aroused, Mom's labia majora parted slightly, revealing the faintly
visible crimson vulva, the clitoris peeking out, and the labia minora. The entire vulva
was wet with the vaginal fluids, even the surrounding pubic hair was slightly damp and a
darker color than the hair on the high mons pubis.
I gently parted Mom's engorged labia minora with both hands,
allowing her vulva to fully open, completely exposing all the beautiful secrets hidden within.
Below Mom's open vulva was the slightly ajar entrance to her vagina,
glistening with vaginal fluids, the bright red vulva appearing even more alluring and unfathomable.
Above the vaginal opening was another small opening—the opening of Mom's urethra. Looking at my mother's
urethra, I couldn't help but
imagine the small opening fully open, gushing out pale yellow urine. This caused my penis to grow even longer in Katharine's mouth.
Further up, at the junction of my mother's two erect labia minora, her small clitoris was already
engorged and erect, peeking out from its protective foreskin, looking vibrant and alluring under the moisture of her vaginal fluid
. I couldn't resist gently touching my mother's clitoris with my thumb, watching it twitch slightly at my touch
.
When my finger touched her clitoris, my mother's body trembled, her snow-white
, plump thighs shook, and a glistening stream of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina. I
couldn't resist taking it to my mouth, sucking and licking at the entrance of her vagina
, savoring the slightly salty, fishy-tasting fluid.
As I licked my mother's vagina, her plump, soft thighs closed tightly
around my head, and she couldn't help but let out seductive moans.
After licking her vaginal opening for a while, I felt unsatisfied, so I gently parted her thighs and
lifted my head from her vulva. Then I extended my index finger and gently rubbed it against her urethra.
My mother couldn't help but giggle, and said to me breathlessly, "Jeff...no
...don't...you're making me want to pee!"
While continuing to rub her urethra with my index finger, I used my other hand to caress her snow-white,
plump, soft, and smooth buttocks, excitedly asking her, "Mom, do you really need to pee?"
Whether it was from flushing or shyness, my mother's face was red as she said, "Yes, I really do. I haven't been to the bathroom since last night
, and this morning you made me so thirsty that I drank a lot of water. Now, you've made me
want to pee!
"

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