Second Mother Teaches Her Son, Three People Go Wild

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Since my sexual encounter with my mother, her cheeks have become rosy, her body fuller, her eyes sparkling with affection, her heart more open, and her laughter as sweet as pearls. Her former depression has vanished, and she especially loves to groom herself in front of the mirror, lightly applying makeup; she loves to wear a pale yellow cheongsam, making her look ten years younger—such is the unpredictability of a woman's heart.
My sexual relationship with my mother has always been a closely guarded secret. Although we spend every night together, it has continued unnoticed for almost a month.
That day, I entered my mother's room. She was taking a nap, lying sprawled out, wearing only a short nightgown. Her two snow-white thighs were exposed, and her two firm breasts were half-hidden, rising and falling with her breath. I was stunned.
After watching for a while, my childlike curiosity was piqued. I wanted to see if Mom was wearing underwear, so I slipped my hand inside her thigh. I touched her—she wasn't wearing anything, just a soft, fluffy tuft of pubic hair. I pulled my hand away.
"Hmm, done touching?" Mom suddenly spoke.
"Mom, so you weren't asleep?" I murmured, feeling like I'd been caught red-handed.
"You little rascal, you used so much force! Even if I was asleep, you'd wake me up!"
"I just wanted to see if you were wearing underwear," I protested.
Hearing this, Mom, still with her childlike mischievousness, lifted her nightgown, let me peek, and then immediately closed it again: "See? I'm not wearing any. How about that? Getting horny again? You little rascal!"
"I am getting horny again!" Mom's seductive manner reignited my desire. I pounced on her and hugged her, my lips instantly pressing against her cherry lips, my hands also reaching inside her nightgown to caress her.
At first, Mom struggled symbolically for a few moments, but she quickly "gave in," automatically slipping her tongue into my mouth for me to suckle, her hands embracing me tightly, gently stroking my back.
After a while of kissing and caressing, neither of us could hold back anymore. We undressed each other, I hugged Mom's body tightly, pressing myself against her; Mom also held me tightly, our naked bodies intertwined, desire blazing fiercely. Mom grasped my penis, aiming it at her opening, and I thrust hard, my penis fully inserted.
Mom's cervix sucked and licked my glans like a carp's mouth, making my penis feel both sore and numb, incredibly pleasurable.
"Mmm... take it slow, Mom will satisfy you," Mom said softly.
So, I inserted and withdrew my penis to accommodate Mom's needs.
"Oh...oh...good son...Mommy feels so good...harder..."
"So beautiful...good mommy...your pussy feels so good...son feels so good..."
"Oh...so beautiful...good son...Mommy feels so good...mommy's pussy feels so good..."
"Mommy...thank you...my beautiful pussy mommy...son's penis feels so good too..."
"Mmm...mmm...oh...so good...good son...Mommy's big {Miss} penis son...the big {Miss} penis son born from Mommy's tender cunt...making your dear mother so happy...ah...ah...oh...Mommy's going to cum...oh~~"
Mommy, who usually treats men like nothing, was so unrestrainedly "moaning" today. Her lewd moans stimulated me even more, and I thrust harder and faster...
Mommy cummed with me in no time, but because of my naturally high and strong sex drive and endurance, and after Mommy's "careful training" these past few days, I have mastered a whole set of real sex techniques and know how to control myself, so I am still far from ejaculating.
After Mom finished, she rested for a while, then pushed me off her, kissed my penis, and said, "Good son, what a big penis! You're so good, you made Mom feel so good. You rest for a bit, let Mom take over."
Mom had me lie on the bed, and she straddled me, spreading her legs, straightening my penis, adjusting the angle, and slowly sitting down. She guided my penis into her alluring petals and began rhythmically moving it up and down. At first, she would tightly grip my penis and stroke it upwards until only the glans was inside her vaginal opening. At the next stroke, she would tightly grip my penis and stroke it downwards until it was all the way to the hilt, so that the glans was inside her uterus, as if she wanted to squeeze my testicles in as well. She would then rotate it a few more times, letting my glans grind against the depths of her flower core.
Mom's skills were truly amazing. With each up and down stroke, her penis was being scraped, and her insides were constantly sucking, trembling, and writhing, making me feel extremely comfortable. Her full, rounded buttocks bounced rhythmically up and down, rotated left and right, and her ample breasts bounced rhythmically up and down with her movements. Gazing at my mother's beautiful undulating breasts and buttocks, I was mesmerized.
"Good son, isn't it beautiful?... Touch my breasts... Ah... so good..."
"Good mother... so comfortable... slutty mother... I'm going to cum... faster..."
"No...no...baby...good son...wait for your mother..."
Seeing my buttocks thrusting upwards faster and faster, Mom knew I was about to ejaculate, so she increased the speed of her movements. My penis was squeezed tighter, and a wave of pleasure surged through my urethra, concentrating in my lower abdomen. An unbearable pleasure immediately spread throughout my body, then focused at the very bottom of my spine, an unbearable tingling sensation...
I could no longer hold back. My penis made its final thrust, and finally, like a volcanic eruption, my ejaculation gate opened wide, and a torrent of milky white semen shot directly into Mom's uterus. My whole body went limp...
After this period of "taking control" and actively attacking, Mom was also on the verge of climax. My surging semen delivered a final "fatal blow" to her clitoris, and she finally couldn't control herself any longer and climaxed again.
This "battle" lasted for over an hour, both of us reaching our peak. After climaxing, we embraced and fell asleep. When Mom woke up, she saw me sleeping soundly and couldn't bear to wake me, so she dressed and went out.
Soon after, my aunt came in. She was my mother's older sister, a year older than Mom, but just as beautiful and charming, and still retained her full figure. She was just as loving towards me as my own mother.
...According to my aunt's later account, when she entered the room, she froze, her eyes widening involuntarily. She saw me lying naked on my mother's bed, my strong physique radiating a powerful masculine aura that could intoxicate any woman. My magnificent, thick penis, at least seven or eight inches long, stood erect, throbbing and pulsating, as if greeting her, extending a passionate invitation, or even issuing a seductive challenge. The sight of it made her restless, her face flushed, her mind wandering, her heart pounding. She wanted to come over and cover me with the blanket, but her legs were weak, her body limp. She barely managed to reach the edge of the bed before collapsing beside me...
"Mmm...Mom, I love you. Are you comfortable? Was your son doing a good job? How's my big [missing] penis? Does it make you feel good?" Suddenly, I started talking in my sleep again.
This made my aunt even more unable to resist. Stimulated by my lewd words in her sleep, she couldn't help but leak vaginal fluid, wetting her crotch. Thinking I was asleep and wouldn't know what she was doing, she could no longer control herself and involuntarily reached out to grab my big penis.
With a single grasp, I realized it was so large I couldn't even close my hand. I thought, "It's been fifteen years since my father died. Even his father's thing wasn't this big back then. I never imagined this child, so young, would have such a huge endowment. If I could taste it, how wonderful that would be! It would at least soothe my fifteen years of torment. Seeing him sleeping naked on his mother's bed, talking in his sleep, it seems my sister must have already done it with him. Sigh, my sister is so bold. I wouldn't dare. But just now, my sister asked me to wait for her in her room, and now my darling is sleeping here. Could it be that she wants me to…
If that's the case, she means well, not wanting to keep it all to herself, wanting me to also relieve my fifteen years of unspeakable suffering. So, should I do it or not? If I do, I'm his aunt, and…" "His aunt, wouldn't that be immoral? If I don't do it, I'll be betraying my sister's feelings. Besides, with such a good opportunity, such a good man, such a great thing, if I miss it, I'll feel guilty and let myself down. Besides, my sister has already done it with his own mother, what am I, as his aunt, afraid of? More importantly, there are no outsiders here, so I'm not afraid of it getting out and ruining my reputation. Should I take advantage of him while he's still asleep and put this big thing in to see what it feels like..."
My aunt was lost in her own thoughts when I vaguely felt someone grasping my penis in my sleep. Thinking it was my mother waking up and wanting to do it again, I grabbed her and put her on the bed. Her face was right in front of my penis, and my eight-inch-long member was pressing against her cheek, trembling and teasing her.
Because I was still in a daze and thought I was holding my mother, I casually pulled down her panties and started touching her vulva. Like my mother, my aunt hadn't had sexual contact for fifteen years. In those fifteen years, no man had ever touched her there. When I touched her like that, she lost control. Plus, she was holding my large, intoxicating penis, which aroused her, making her unable to control herself. She ejaculated instantly, her legs spread wide, letting me caress her, her arms tightly wrapped
around me, panting and moaning softly. With one hand, I caressed, thrust, dug, and rubbed her sticky, wet vulva, while with the other hand, I stripped off her clothes, leaving her completely naked. I lowered my head to kiss her, and when we looked closely, I realized it wasn't my mother but my aunt.
"Oh… Auntie, it's you? I thought it was…"
"Baby, who did you think it was? Your mother? Aren't I the same as your mother? Aren't I your mother too?" my aunt asked, blushing, while holding my face and kissing me incessantly.
"Same here, same here, both are my good mothers." I was initially afraid my aunt would scold me for being rude to her, and even more afraid that she would lash out because she disapproved of my and my mother's behavior. But seeing her reaction, her attitude couldn't be clearer. Not only would she not blame me, nor would she disapprove of my and my mother's behavior; on the contrary, she wanted to imitate me. Seeing her so gentle, so affectionate, so charming, I wasn't afraid anymore. Instead, I hugged her tightly, and with her cooperation, we kissed passionately. After
kissing for a while, my hand reached for her breasts. They were so big! The size was comparable to my mother's, and the shape was just as beautiful—both were enormous, bell-shaped breasts. I touched them for a while, and her breasts swelled up, and the cute nipples at the tips hardened. I then moved my hand down to her mysterious lower body, my touch leading to her smooth, flat abdomen beneath her full breasts. Her lower abdomen was covered with soft, fragrant pubic hair, beneath which lay an alluring crevice, where a plump, tender ruby was hidden. A warm current flowed beneath the ruby. This captivating "scenery" mesmerized me. My
caresses and fondling of her body only fueled my aunt's desire. She trembled, her face flushed, her eyes filled with lust, and she gasped, "Baby, good boy, stop touching me like that. Use this thing of yours properly." With that, she grabbed my large penis and began to stroke it. As if receiving a royal decree, I rolled over and pressed down on her. My aunt parted her pubic hair with one hand, separated her labia, and guided my penis to her vulva with the other. She then raised an eyebrow at me, giving me a seductive look. Understanding, I thrust forward forcefully, and with a "plop," my penis, lubricated by her juices, disappeared completely.
"Ouch, that hurts!" Auntie cried out softly, her eyebrows furrowing.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Auntie, I was too rough." I kissed her, grinding my large glans deep inside her. After a while, she began to moan softly again: "Mmm, so good, baby, so good, your big penis is so big, it makes Auntie feel so good, but Auntie can't really enjoy it all at once, it really hurt when it went in just now... Luckily you know how to care for Auntie and stopped quickly... You're really good, you've made Auntie feel good again now, really, Auntie is not lying to you, Auntie has never felt so good before, hurry, hurry and fuck me harder..."
I felt my penis inside her vagina, although it was slightly wider than my mother's, it was lubricated and warm, even hotter than my mother's, and I couldn't stand still anymore, so I started to thrust rapidly.
"Ah...baby...good boy...faster...faster...good...very good...Auntie is so beautiful...almost ascending to heaven...ah...so good...it's going to make Auntie die of pleasure..."
Auntie was thirty-seven years old. Since her father died, she had been widowed at the age of twenty-two, and like her mother, she had been widowed for fifteen years. Now she was at the age of ravenous desire, like a parched land receiving rain, like spring returning to the earth. She had also met me, this capable young lady, and was truly aroused to the point of being extremely seductive. Her mature body, white with a rosy glow, trembled and quivered, further fueling my lust. I thrust even harder, making Auntie tremble all over, feeling like she was dying of pleasure. She couldn't even distinguish between words anymore, calling out incoherently, "Good son, good baby, lover, dear husband." Before long, she couldn't hold on any longer, her body trembled violently as she ejaculated. Streams of vaginal fluid gushed out of her uterus and sprayed onto my glans. She immediately went limp.
After a while, my aunt regained her strength and said shyly, "Baby, you must be tired. Come on, let Auntie be on top, and we'll continue." She turned me around, and we switched positions. My aunt sat on top, half-squatting, and began to move. I lay on the bed resting, admiring my aunt's alluring, bouncing breasts. Looking down, I could see my penis moving in and out of her vagina. I reached out and played with her two soft, red nipples.
My aunt's eyes were half-closed, her cherry lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed, her black hair flowing. Her hands rested on her knees, her jade-like buttocks moving up and down, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, swaying back and forth, grinding left and right, her whole body like a blooming peony, beautiful and captivating.
"Baby, does this feel good?"
"It feels great, Auntie, how about you?"
"I feel good too. You know, Auntie hasn't seen a man's penis in fifteen years, let alone played with it so freely and unrestrainedly."
Auntie spoke intermittently, constantly stroking herself, gradually increasing the speed, and then squeezing a few times before she climaxed. The wetness from her vagina gushed out like a spring, spraying onto my glans, and then flowing down my penis with the back and forth of my penis, down my lower abdomen, down my thighs and buttocks, onto the bed, soaking a large area of the sheets.
After I ejaculated, my aunt lay limp on top of me, motionless. I, too, was stimulated by her vaginal fluids and ejaculated, wave after wave of hot semen shooting into her uterus. The scalding semen powerfully sprayed against her uterine walls, and with each spurt, she trembled. The surging, thick semen nourished her long-dormant flower, and she felt like she was in heaven.
After ejaculating, I let my penis soak inside my aunt's vagina, enjoying the sensation of her cervix sucking on my glans. Because her vagina was so hot, my penis was still very hard. I said to my aunt in a coquettish tone, "Auntie, it's still so hard, what should I do?" I rolled over and pinned her beneath me.
"I can't take it anymore, Auntie can't take it anymore, you child, how come it's still so hard after I ejaculated?" my aunt said weakly with her eyes closed.
I buried my face between her breasts and continued to coax her, saying, "I'm so hard, Auntie, please let me do it again!" As I was about to launch my attack, I was suddenly stopped by my mother, who had entered unnoticed. She was already naked. She said, "Your auntie has already ejaculated too much. If you keep going, you'll really kill her. Silly boy, don't rush, Mom will make you soft."
Hearing my mother's words, my aunt opened her alluring eyes, blushing, and said, "Ah, sister, when did you come in?"
"Right when you were riding on my son and having sex with him," my mother said shyly. My aunt
didn't back down, retorting, "Isn't it because you tricked me into coming here? Pimping for your own son, ignoring your own sister. Besides, didn't I just follow in your footsteps, learning from you?"
"Didn't you enjoy it too? Seriously, sister, you still have so much semen, and it still comes out so easily. Fifteen years have passed, and you haven't changed," my mother said softly.
"Yes, we sisters have been parched for fifteen years, it's time for our little darling to irrigate us!" Auntie said with deep emotion.
Hearing the two mothers chatting, I grew impatient and, with my large penis erect, said, "Mothers, don't just talk, don't forget your son is suffering from this!"
"Get lost, you brat, do you think I wouldn't take care of you? Otherwise, why would I strip naked?" Mom said coquettishly.
I was about to pounce on her, but Mom pressed me down: "Hmph, what's the rush? You're all sweaty and tired, wash up first. Once your auntie recovers, we sisters will team up and give you a 'second mother teaching her son' to get rid of you."
"I never thought we sisters could team up again. Back then we served his father, and now it's his turn. Ah, what a coincidence!" Auntie said wistfully.
"Yes, it seems we sisters were born for them, father and son. Back then, we both belonged to his father, and now we're both with him," Mom sighed.
"Who said we gave it to him together? You were first, not me. Tell me honestly, when did you and your son start doing this?" Auntie began to probe.
"Get lost, sister, that's so rude. What do you mean by 'started'? To be honest, we started getting together on the night of our baby's birthday, and it hasn't even been a month yet."
"So you've been around for a month longer than me. You really have the advantage of being close to someone first! Baby, you're so biased. Why did you get together with your mom first? Why didn't you think of your aunt? Isn't your aunt good to you? Don't you love your aunt? Your own mother is much closer than your aunt or other aunties! If your aunt hadn't come to you today, who knows when you would have remembered that you had an aunt waiting for your charity, or maybe you would never have remembered!"
Auntie inexplicably became jealous of my mother and then turned her anger on me.
"Auntie, how could I not remember you? How could I not love you?" I quickly defended myself, feeling wronged: Who knew if you wanted to sleep with me? Who knew if you were willing to let me? But, it was already done, it was obvious she was willing, and she loved me, so I could only blame myself.
Mom quickly came to my rescue, saying, "Sister, don't blame me and the baby. It's not that he only loves me and not you, but because he slept with me since he was little, we were naked in the same bed every night. Even though he was young then, he was still a man, and I developed feelings for him. What couldn't happen? So we made a 'ten-year agreement'..."
Mom explained in detail to Auntie the cause and effect of our sexual relationship, and then continued, "Even after this happened, your sister didn't dare forget you, did she? Didn't I go to call you today? Dear sister, please don't..." "It's our fault, mother and son. Besides, didn't you go before me back then? On your wedding night, didn't his father sleep with you first and then with me? Although it was only a little over an hour earlier, it still makes a difference in timing. We sisters are now evenly matched, neither of us is at a disadvantage."
After hearing my mother's words, my aunt understood the touching and poignant story between us, stemming from the "ten-year promise." Furthermore, I had just completely won her over with my magnificent penis and extraordinary virility; her words were merely a half-joking, half-serious remark with ulterior motives, and now she no longer blamed us.
Auntie's ulterior motives failed, so she started joking again: "Alright, then I won't blame you. But even so, you've still benefited, because you were here a little over a month before me, while I was only a little over an hour before you; I got his father first, but by then he was already a seasoned womanizer, that 'little lady' had been with more than a dozen beauties and young wives, it wasn't original anymore, but now, my darling, this 'little lady' is a genuine virgin for you to eat, so with both of these combined, aren't you much better off than me?"
"Okay, okay, little sister has benefited more, so what should we do?" Mom had already sensed Auntie's intentions, but she just wouldn't say it, insisting that Auntie say it herself.
My aunt, feeling helpless, finally spoke up: "What can I do? Since you're the younger sister, I'll just have to let you off the hook. But my darling won't get away with it so easily. You'll have to come and spend more time with me, make up for it!"
I suddenly understood. No wonder my aunt had been inexplicably "angry" at me earlier. She'd been going around in circles, but her only goal was to get me to do it more often; her only motivation was her deep love for me. This clearly demonstrated how much my aunt loved me.
"Sister, that's a great idea! This little pervert is practically begging for a woman as beautiful, passionate, seductive, and lustful as you. Alright, darling, you'll have to spend more time with your aunt, do it more often, and 'compensate' her properly. Sigh... if I'd known you needed me so much, I wouldn't have stopped him earlier. I would have let him continue, and let's see who's more capable, who can last longer?" "
Get lost, you never say anything nice," Auntie scolded Mom playfully.
"Alright then, I'll spend more time with you from now on, but right now..." I shook my still hard and erect penis and said, "It's really uncomfortable!"
"Okay, enough talk, go take a shower," Mom said.
"I want both of you to shower with me," I pleaded again.
"Fine, it's not like I haven't showered you before!" Auntie readily agreed.

[The End]

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