Bizarre girlfriend's mother

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After dating my girlfriend for about half a year, I became a regular at her house and often stayed overnight. Her father was still very welcoming, sometimes having meals and drinks with her. He liked Shaoxing wine, which I really didn't like; in Shanghai, it's called "old wine." I also met her mother. She had the resources to maintain her appearance, a happy family, and plenty of fertility, so this 44-year-old woman looked like she was in her early thirties. My girlfriend didn't look like her mother, but rather her father. However, my girlfriend wasn't as pretty as her mother. Her mother was fuller-figured and more prosperous; my girlfriend had a thin, oval face, while her mother's face was more egg-shaped; my girlfriend's hair was just shoulder-length, while her mother had long hair, styled in a ponytail, a bun, or loose—each had its own charm; her skin wasn't as fair as my girlfriend's, but it was more delicate; and her large, captivating eyes were especially alluring. My girlfriend was like a budding flower, while her mother was like a blooming peony. My girlfriend's breasts weren't large, but they were firm and perky. Her mother's breasts were large, but due to gravity, they sagged slightly, and I couldn't hold them in one hand; I always had to use both. My girlfriend's nipples were small, while her mother's nipples were sexy and large. The feeling of holding them in my palm was so wonderful and satisfying. Huh? You ask how I know? Hehe, that's why I call myself a weirdo. Later, after we got to know each other better, I didn't just snuggle up in the room with my girlfriend anymore; we also chatted in the living room. I talked to her father about current events and technology, because I also work in a tech company, and young people are always quick to learn new things. I talked to her mother about the advantages and disadvantages of Chinese and Western education. Their whole family loves music. There's a piano in the living room downstairs, and all three of them can fly across the keys. Especially my girlfriend's mother; when she plays "Für Elise," the leaps in her fingertips and her subtle yet lively expression are simply beautiful. Besides the piano, my girlfriend also plays the guzheng (Chinese zither) exceptionally well. She wears a Hanfu (traditional Han clothing) for performances, and sitting there, her slender figure in the Hanfu, playing the guzheng, her expression serene and elegant. Oh my god, I couldn't hold back anymore. I swore, I really wanted to push my girlfriend, who was playing the guzheng, roughly lift her Hanfu, and thrust into her... Shanghai, a metropolis at the intersection of Western and Chinese civilizations, is permeated with a decadent, lustful atmosphere. In this environment, my girlfriend's parents have a deep understanding of Western culture and literature, and they also highly admire the essence of ancient culture. Although I don't know much about Western culture, except for a few English songs and its open sexual attitudes, I have some knowledge of traditional culture, including modern culture, so as not to embarrass myself. However, my strength lies in my commentary and unique insights into various cultures, often leaving my girlfriend's parents deep in thought, and frequently eliciting surprise and curiosity from their reactions to my views. Sometimes, I'd add a slightly risqué joke, which would bring a smile to everyone's faces. So, I became increasingly familiar with her parents. My girlfriend's vacation, though long, eventually ended. The day she left, I took a day off to go to Pudong Airport with her mother to see her off. Her father? Busy! My girlfriend was still dressed in "rags," except for her new sun hat. She remained carefree and easygoing; in her words, she was still someone I could chat with every day and scold. As for sausages? There are five billion in the world, two and a half billion sausages, it doesn't matter if she gets one more. I was speechless… After my girlfriend left, I visited her house much less often, occasionally going for a meal. Sometimes, if I hadn't been for a while, her mother would call and invite me over for tea. After learning about my girlfriend's family's cultural background, I met several of her father's women, and I also got to know several of her mother's men, some of whom even became my friends. Of course, it might not be the men or women in their family, because on the surface, everyone seems to be from a high-class, sophisticated group. I can't exactly ask, "Did you enjoy it when you were with your girlfriend's father?" or "Was it wild when you were with your girlfriend's mother?" Although the views are open, we are still within this social context. Besides, even in Western society, this kind of thinking would be considered avant-garde and would be criticized by many. What does it mean to not bother others? Your private affairs offend other people's eyes and ears, and that is also a kind of interference. So, on the surface, everyone is polite and courteous, just like a casual gathering of friends, eating, drinking, having tea, chatting, and joking around. It's not like what some people imagine, where lustful thoughts run rampant and ugly behavior is displayed in front of many people. As for sex, that's just a private act that happens when you feel good. Enough of this rambling, let's continue the story. One weekend, my girlfriend's father invited me to dinner at a famous Anhui cuisine restaurant on the street. There were already three people in the private room I went to: my girlfriend's parents and a woman in her late thirties, let's call her D (name code, so I won't be doxxed). I'd met D a few times, once at their house, where I'd seen my girlfriend's father groping D's butt in the kitchen. The two of us men were drinking, one of us drinking strong liquor and the other beer, while the two women were drinking red wine. D, being from the north, mocked our drinking, saying it wasn't strong enough. Provoked, we ordered a bottle of Wuliangye (a type of Chinese liquor). My girlfriend's mother insisted on red wine, so the three of us switched to baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor). We'd only had a few glasses when D received a phone call; a friend of hers was in an emergency, and my girlfriend's father offered to accompany her. That left just the two of us. My girlfriend's mother's alcohol tolerance is quite low; she only drinks red wine occasionally. In Shanghai, there's no such thing as forcing someone to drink with you. Since it was just the two of us, I wasn't really interested in drinking either. My girlfriend's mother said, "I'll have a drink with you." I thought about my first time with my girlfriend. You know, if I got a little bolder after drinking, although I wasn't too worried about my girlfriend's father and girlfriend, psychologically speaking, since I'd already slept with my girlfriend, it would be a bit inappropriate to have something happen with her mother as well. But my girlfriend's mother's eyes were expressive; her alluring eyes curved into crescents, and I didn't know who I was anymore. After a few drinks, my girlfriend's mother's face flushed. We talked about my girlfriend's school, her classmates and friends. She even asked about how it felt when I made love to my girlfriend, and even about my girlfriend's expressions, saying that my girlfriend treated me differently from her other friends, and that her whole family liked me. We only drank a little over half a bottle, and she barely drank two ounces. I saw that her eyes were glazed over, so I paid the bill and left. When I took her home, she actually went to the bathroom and started dry heaving, clinging to the toilet. I patted her back to help her vomit; anyone who's drunk knows that if you've had too much, vomiting helps a lot. Although she dry heaved for a long time, she still didn't vomit. Honestly, I wasn't implying anything inappropriate. Imagine someone who's drunk and vomiting—even if they haven't actually thrown up, just a spittle on their chin and a flushed face—even the most beautiful person would lose all sexual desire. Finally, I helped her to the room, took off her high heels and socks, gave her a towel, wiped her face, neck, and hands, covered her with a blanket, poured her a glass of water, and placed it on her bedside table. Seeing that she had calmed down and closed her eyes, I was about to leave when she grabbed my hand. "What's wrong? Still want to throw up?" Her eyes were still closed. "Don't go away, stay with me!" Then, suddenly, she pulled me against her. Caught off guard, my hands instinctively pressed down, landing squarely on her breasts. My girlfriend's mother let out a groan, and the soft touch sent a shiver down my spine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I half-lay on her upper body, her face rubbing against my cheeks. They really were mother and daughter; their habits when they were intimate were very similar. I gently embraced her. Thinking about my girlfriend and incest at this moment was incredibly unpleasant, yet there was a strange thrill to it. This woman beneath me was 15 years older than me, and she was the mother of my girlfriend whom I'd slept with—in a sense, she was my mother-in-law. But then again, I wasn't related to her by blood, and besides, her daughter and husband probably wouldn't mind, especially since she was a beauty, looking to be in her early thirties, not much older than me. After a while, my girlfriend's mother's lips finally came to mine. Her lips were slightly full, especially her lower lip, which felt incredibly sexy in my mouth. Since she was offered to me, why not? She was a beautiful woman, a blossoming woman, a woman with allure, and a woman I secretly liked and fantasized about. I had considered the possibility of sleeping with her, but I hadn't expected it to happen so soon; my girlfriend had only been gone for a few months. I also love kissing, especially kissing women with such sexy lips. A daughter's kiss has a hint of sweetness, while a mother's kiss has a warm, fragrant scent, mixed with a hint of wine. I don't know if it's the actual taste or just a feeling. I held her head and kissed her passionately, stroking her long hair. Actually, I like women with long hair. When I first got together with my girlfriend, I was more passive. With my girlfriend's mother, I was truly invested. We kissed passionately for at least ten minutes, until we were out of breath, then we'd pause, then immediately start kissing again. My girlfriend's mother's eyelashes were longer than my girlfriend's, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes...Instead of spoiling me, it made me kiss her even more passionately. Later, I felt uncomfortable lying on my side, so I simply kicked off my slippers and lay on top of her. My girlfriend's mother's body felt so comfortable. I unconsciously compared her to my girlfriend, who was thin, and this position felt a little uncomfortable on her. My girlfriend's mother's body was plump and soft, and with our deep kiss, her body became softer and softer. Finally, I remembered something: besides kissing, there's a lot more to do. You can't neglect one subject in your studies, and you can't be biased towards any part of your body. I slipped my hand under the hem of my girlfriend's mother's clothes. Her bra didn't have any padding, and it looked so big without padding. When I touched her breasts, my girlfriend's mother's moans grew louder, but the layer between them was still uncomfortable. I wanted to lift her bra, but she was wearing a fitted top, and her breasts were so large that the bra couldn't cover them. I wanted to break through from above, but the space inside the clothes really restricted my movements. I had to stop kissing, straighten up, and unbutton her blouse. Two buttons remained undone. My girlfriend's mother pulled me, and I fell back onto her. She started a second round of kissing. Luckily, those two buttons didn't stop me from getting her bra. Immediately, her two milky-white breasts were exposed to the air. I said I couldn't favor one over the other, so after a short while, I stopped kissing again and moved my mouth to her two large hemispheres. I didn't care about technique anymore and went straight for her nipples, while my other hand immediately moved to the other peak. My girlfriend's mother suddenly let out a high-pitched moan, startling me. Her sexy peaks quickly hardened under my ministrations, the two soft, milky-white mounds changing shape under my mouth and hands. My girlfriend's mother held my head in her hands, stroking it incessantly. Her body began to twist and turn from side to side. My girlfriend's breasts were perky and swayed for a long time with every movement. My mother's breasts were soft and large, exuding a sense of abundant joy, especially the large nipples, which gave a particularly sexy feeling. A short while later, my girlfriend's mother straightened up, which surprised me greatly. So sensitive? Just a few kisses on her lips and breasts, and she climaxed so quickly?! I looked at my own performance. The flush on my girlfriend's mother's face after drinking was different from the flush after sex; now it felt like her neck was turning red. A sense of accomplishment filled me. Looking at her half-open, sexy lips, I couldn't help but continue kissing her. I turned to the side and lifted her skirt up to her waist. Although her hips were even more voluptuous, thankfully the skirt was loose. At the same time, I slipped my hand inside her panties. Oh my god, it's like the Yangtze River basin has been flooded for days! The black forest has been submerged. The crotch of my panties was completely soaked, my entire crotch was a vast expanse of water. My little brother couldn't take it anymore and ripped off my girlfriend's mother's black lace panties and threw them on the ground. What? The floor? Their floor is cleaner than your bed! Underwear, soaking wet and dripping, was thrown on the bed, wetting the sheets, and we haven't even started doing anything yet. Standing on the bed, I quickly stripped off, looking down at the clothes hanging messily and askew on my girlfriend's mother. The woman on the bed, one leg half-bent, covering her private parts, one arm half-covering her chest... Sigh, I know you're a teacher, though not a language arts teacher, but I don't need to explain this "half-hidden face" phrasing. This makes it even more likely to cause a nosebleed. Her eyes were half-closed, her gaze possessing a kind of magic, a magic that makes men yearn for it, even go crazy. I no longer had the energy to carefully attend to this third pole, because my little brother was getting impatient, my mouth was already drooling. I went straight for the river, all the way to the bottom. Yes, all the way in, it reminded me of my girlfriend. That tight grip from her... sorry, not really. Not that the grip was less tight, it just wasn't there. Luckily, her labia were thick, and her vulva was lush. When I reached the bottom, her body suddenly tensed. Holy crap, what's going on? There was a wriggling inside. It can move inside? Like trying to cut water with a knife, I pulled out, bringing out some clear fluid. Then I continued with a powerful thrust all the way in. Wow, it really moved, and it was so hot inside. Like she'd just had an orgasm. Forget the nine shallow thrusts and one deep thrust, forget the dragon's tail swing, forget all the techniques. I just kept thrusting like a clueless newbie, faster and faster, constantly experiencing that wriggling, enveloping feeling inside her. It wasn't that tight grip, but that soft, wriggling inside was so amazing. Although I was excited, my sensitivity wasn't high that day. The spaciousness of the room meant I could go at high speed for half an hour without feeling like I was going to ejaculate. Later, my girlfriend's mother went crazy, her head swaying from side to side, her body undulating like waves. We were both covered in sweat, the overflowing flow soaking the sheets. I lost count of how many orgasms she had. Afterwards, she told me not to let my girlfriend know. I was puzzled. My girlfriend uses even your "good men," so what's wrong with you using hers? Besides, she's so easygoing; she wouldn't be angry with her mother just because she used her man, would she? She laughed and told me not to let her know for now. If she accidentally found out, we'd know; just don't let my girlfriend know intentionally. Later, after we had a more "deeper conversation," I revealed the reason during a post-coital chat: my girlfriend's mother and father felt that my girlfriend treated me differently than others, and they were afraid she was getting serious about me. They also worried that my girlfriend's mother's interactions with me in bed might be affecting our relationship. I told her I'm ten years older than her, clearly from different generations. Her mother said there's a 15-year age gap between us, but I still slept with her. Besides, she and her father don't seem to mind the age difference. They even jokingly looked to the future, saying that if we got together, it would be even more convenient for her and me. [The End]I said I couldn't favor one over the other, so after a short while, I stopped kissing again and moved the battlefield of my mouth to her two large hemispheres. I didn't care about any techniques anymore and went straight for her nipples, while my other hand immediately descended to the other peak. My girlfriend's mother suddenly let out a high-pitched moan, which startled me. Her sexy peaks quickly stood up under my caresses, and the two mounds of milky white flesh changed shape under my mouth and hands. My girlfriend's mother held my head with both hands and kept stroking it. Her body also began to twist and turn from side to side. My girlfriend's breasts were perky and swayed for a long time after moving, while my mother's breasts were soft and large, with a sense of fullness and joy, especially her large nipples, which gave a particularly sexy feeling. After a short while, my girlfriend's mother's body straightened up, which surprised me. So sensitive? Just a few kisses on her lips and breasts, and she had an orgasm so quickly?! I looked up at my results. The flush on my girlfriend's mother's face after drinking was different from the flush after sex; now, it felt like her neck was turning red. A sense of accomplishment filled me. Looking at her half-open, sexy lips, I couldn't resist kissing her again. I turned to the side and lifted her skirt up to her waist. Although her hips were quite ample, thankfully the skirt was loose. At the same time, I slipped my hand inside her panties. Oh my god, it's like the Yangtze River basin has been flooded for days! The black forest is submerged. The crotch of her panties was completely soaked, her entire crotch area was a watery mess. My little brother couldn't take it anymore and ripped off my girlfriend's mother's black lace panties and threw them on the ground. What? On the ground? The floor in her house is cleaner than your bed! Soaked, even dripping wet panties on the bed, they've wet the sheets, and we haven't even started doing anything yet. Standing on the bed, I quickly stripped naked, looking down at the clothes hanging messily and askew on my girlfriend's mother. The woman on the bed, one leg half-bent, covering her private parts, one arm half-covering her chest—sigh, I know you're a teacher, though not a language arts teacher, but I don't need to explain this "half-hidden face" phrasing. This just makes it more likely to make my nose bleed. Her eyes were half-closed, her gaze possessing a kind of magic, a magic that makes men yearn for it, even go crazy. I no longer had the energy to carefully care for this third pole, because my little brother was impatient, and my mouth was already starting to leak. I went straight down the river, all the way to the bottom. Yes, all the way to the bottom, which reminded me of my girlfriend, that tight grip of hers—sorry, no, not a lack of tightness, just no grip at all. Fortunately, her labia were thick, and her forest was lush. When I reached the bottom, her body suddenly tightened. Holy crap, what's going on? There was a wriggling inside, does it even move here? Like trying to cut water with a knife, the water just keeps flowing. Pulling it out, it brought out some clear liquid. I continued with force, thrusting all the way in. Wow, it really moved, and it was so hot inside. Like I'd just had an orgasm. Forget the nine shallow thrusts and one deep ones, forget the dragon's tail swing, forget all the techniques! I just kept thrusting like a naive newbie, faster and faster, constantly experiencing the writhing, enveloping feeling inside. It wasn't a tight grip, but the soft, writhing inside was so amazing. My little brother was excited, but that day my sensitivity wasn't high. The space was wide open, and I rode at high speed for half an hour without feeling like I was going to ejaculate. Later, my girlfriend's mother went crazy, her head swaying from side to side, her body swaying like waves. We were both covered in sweat, the overflowing water soaking the sheets. I can't even remember how many orgasms my girlfriend's mother had. Later, my girlfriend's mother told me not to let my girlfriend know about this. I was puzzled. My girlfriend uses even your "good guys," so what's wrong with you using hers? Besides, she's so easygoing; she doesn't seem like the type to get upset with her mother just because her mother used her man. My girlfriend's mother laughed and told me not to let her know for now. If she accidentally finds out, we'll know; just don't let my girlfriend know intentionally. Later, after we had a more in-depth conversation, I revealed the reason during a post-coital chat. My girlfriend's mother and father both felt that my girlfriend treated me differently than others, and they were afraid she might become serious about me. They also worried that my girlfriend's mother's interactions with me in bed might affect our relationship. I said I'm ten years older than my girlfriend, clearly from different generations. My girlfriend's mother said I'm 15 years older than her, but I still slept with her. Besides, she and my girlfriend's father didn't really mind that I was so much older than her. They even jokingly looked to the future, saying that if we got together, it would be even more convenient for her and me. [The End]I said I couldn't favor one over the other, so after a short while, I stopped kissing again and moved the battlefield of my mouth to her two large hemispheres. I didn't care about any techniques anymore and went straight for her nipples, while my other hand immediately descended to the other peak. My girlfriend's mother suddenly let out a high-pitched moan, which startled me. Her sexy peaks quickly stood up under my caresses, and the two mounds of milky white flesh changed shape under my mouth and hands. My girlfriend's mother held my head with both hands and kept stroking it. Her body also began to twist and turn from side to side. My girlfriend's breasts were perky and swayed for a long time after moving, while my mother's breasts were soft and large, with a sense of fullness and joy, especially her large nipples, which gave a particularly sexy feeling. After a short while, my girlfriend's mother's body straightened up, which surprised me. So sensitive? Just a few kisses on her lips and breasts, and she had an orgasm so quickly?! I looked up at my results. The flush on my girlfriend's mother's face after drinking was different from the flush after sex; now, it felt like her neck was turning red. A sense of accomplishment filled me. Looking at her half-open, sexy lips, I couldn't resist kissing her again. I turned to the side and lifted her skirt up to her waist. Although her hips were quite ample, thankfully the skirt was loose. At the same time, I slipped my hand inside her panties. Oh my god, it's like the Yangtze River basin has been flooded for days! The black forest is submerged. The crotch of her panties was completely soaked, her entire crotch area was a watery mess. My little brother couldn't take it anymore and ripped off my girlfriend's mother's black lace panties and threw them on the ground. What? On the ground? The floor in her house is cleaner than your bed! Soaked, even dripping wet panties on the bed, they've wet the sheets, and we haven't even started doing anything yet. Standing on the bed, I quickly stripped naked, looking down at the clothes hanging messily and askew on my girlfriend's mother. The woman on the bed, one leg half-bent, covering her private parts, one arm half-covering her chest—sigh, I know you're a teacher, though not a language arts teacher, but I don't need to explain this "half-hidden face" phrasing. This just makes it more likely to make my nose bleed. Her eyes were half-closed, her gaze possessing a kind of magic, a magic that makes men yearn for it, even go crazy. I no longer had the energy to carefully care for this third pole, because my little brother was impatient, and my mouth was already starting to leak. I went straight down the river, all the way to the bottom. Yes, all the way to the bottom, which reminded me of my girlfriend, that tight grip of hers—sorry, no, not a lack of tightness, just no grip at all. Fortunately, her labia were thick, and her forest was lush. When I reached the bottom, her body suddenly tightened. Holy crap, what's going on? There was a wriggling inside, does it even move here? Like trying to cut water with a knife, the water just keeps flowing. Pulling it out, it brought out some clear liquid. I continued with force, thrusting all the way in. Wow, it really moved, and it was so hot inside. Like I'd just had an orgasm. Forget the nine shallow thrusts and one deep ones, forget the dragon's tail swing, forget all the techniques! I just kept thrusting like a naive newbie, faster and faster, constantly experiencing the writhing, enveloping feeling inside. It wasn't a tight grip, but the soft, writhing inside was so amazing. My little brother was excited, but that day my sensitivity wasn't high. The space was wide open, and I rode at high speed for half an hour without feeling like I was going to ejaculate. Later, my girlfriend's mother went crazy, her head swaying from side to side, her body swaying like waves. We were both covered in sweat, the overflowing water soaking the sheets. I can't even remember how many orgasms my girlfriend's mother had. Later, my girlfriend's mother told me not to let my girlfriend know about this. I was puzzled. My girlfriend uses even your "good guys," so what's wrong with you using hers? Besides, she's so easygoing; she doesn't seem like the type to get upset with her mother just because her mother used her man. My girlfriend's mother laughed and told me not to let her know for now. If she accidentally finds out, we'll know; just don't let my girlfriend know intentionally. Later, after we had a more in-depth conversation, I revealed the reason during a post-coital chat. My girlfriend's mother and father both felt that my girlfriend treated me differently than others, and they were afraid she might become serious about me. They also worried that my girlfriend's mother's interactions with me in bed might affect our relationship. I said I'm ten years older than my girlfriend, clearly from different generations. My girlfriend's mother said I'm 15 years older than her, but I still slept with her. Besides, she and my girlfriend's father didn't really mind that I was so much older than her. They even jokingly looked to the future, saying that if we got together, it would be even more convenient for her and me. [The End]

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