Mom said she had already spoken to her second aunt.

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That year I was 25, and had passed the civil service exam just one year after graduating from a local university. I had been dating my girlfriend for two years, and when we were getting married, I used all of my mother's savings to buy a house. However, my fiancée wanted to put her name on the property deed, and we had a huge fight. After that, I broke up with my girlfriend. We hadn't even finished decorating the new house yet, so we were still living at my mother's house. When I was eight, my parents divorced, and my father left with another woman. From then on, my mother and I depended on each other. During this time, my mother also dated other men, and I think an uncle even stayed overnight at our house, but none of the relationships lasted long. Maybe my mother couldn't let go of me. My mother loved to exercise and took good care of herself. She walked to work, and she had a full and fair body.
When I was 21, one day my mother was sick, and we slept in the same bed to take care of her. In the middle of the night, I woke up and felt my hand on my mother's pubic hair. I touched it and felt a slit, so I put my hand inside. I was so excited. I knew this was the pussy I'd been longing for. It felt so good. I silently masturbated, my penis hard, a hard lump on the vulva. Mom's eyes were still closed, but I could feel her breathing getting heavier. Then Mom turned to the side, her back facing me, and I pressed my hard penis against her buttocks, thrusting repeatedly. It was very uncomfortable. Mom spoke, asking me what was wrong. I said it hurt. Mom turned over, hugged me, and touched my hard penis through her underwear, asking if it hurt. I hummed in response. Mom then slipped her hand into her underwear and grasped it. I felt even more uncomfortable, so I hugged Mom tighter, my body pressing against hers. Mom coughed and started masturbating, and I enjoyed it, moaning softly. After a while, Mom asked me, "Are you done?" I said no. Mom started masturbating again, and this time I slipped my hand into her underwear, haphazardly touching her pubic hair. Because Mom's legs were together, I couldn't find the vulva several times. Suddenly, I felt my mother lift her legs, and I easily slipped my fingers into the sticky opening. I quickly poked and prodded with two fingers. Then my mother started moaning, her grip tightening, squeezing me until it hurt. She lay back, still rapidly stroking my penis, but with her legs spread, her other hand pressing down on my hand, preventing it from coming out, panting heavily. I was incredibly hard, and I murmured, "Mom, I feel uncomfortable." Finally, she said, "Come on, come in." My mother pulled down my underwear, revealing my hard, erect penis. She kissed it, saying, "Go in," and then pulled down her own underwear. Mom lay flat on her back, legs spread apart. In the darkness, I touched her vulva, guided my erect penis, and tried to insert it. I missed several times, so Mom grabbed my penis, stroked the head a few times, and then inserted it into her sticky opening. It felt amazing! I thrust and turned. Mom said, "Fuck! Fuck up and down, thrust in and out!" I did as she said, and it felt great, so I started thrusting quickly. Mom cried out loudly, and I cried out too. I hugged Mom, and she kissed me. We didn't speak the whole time. I just kept thrusting on top of her, and she kept crying out. In less than ten minutes, I felt a strong suction from her vagina, pulling at my penis. My throat felt salty, and a cool sensation ran up my spine. My penis throbbed, and something I didn't know came out… My penis throbbed inside her. Mom kept stroking my head, asking if I felt good. I hummed in response. Mom's thighs were covered in sticky fluid, and we were both drenched in sweat. From then on, I stopped going out to play. I would rush home after school in the afternoon, and I would stay in my mother's room every night, lying in her arms watching TV until I fell asleep, and then my mother would fall asleep too. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I would touch my mother's sticky vulva. She would wake up from my touch and lift her leg so I could touch it. After a while, I would insert my penis. My mother would turn to the side, her buttocks sticking out, moaning, sometimes saying, "Harder, faster." I would hug her waist and thrust hard, my penis throbbing in her wetness. Sometimes I would pull it out and rub it against her clitoris. My mother would wait for me to continue, and I would deliberately delay. After a while, she would say urgently, "Put it in, hurry up!" I would then thrust my penis into her mouth with all my might. Seeing that I wanted it every day, my mother would tell me at night that I couldn't do it tonight, that my health was important and I should go back to sleep and come back tomorrow. To keep me from thinking about it, sometimes my mother would stay overnight at my aunt's house nearby. But the next night, I lasted a long time, sometimes three or four times. Mom sighed, there was nothing she could do.
Life is unpredictable. Last winter, my 48-year-old aunt's husband suddenly got lung cancer. Amidst the tears of my aunt and my newlywed sister, he passed away a month later. Mom was worried about my aunt and wanted her to move in, but I disagreed and there was nothing I could do. Our house has two old-style rooms. I suggested replacing the large bed in Mom's room with two single beds, and I would move into Mom's room so my aunt could stay in mine. My aunt kept saying it wasn't necessary. After dinner, Mom and my aunt went for a walk. After the lights were turned off, I went to Mom's bed for a while, then lifted her plump, white legs and squatted down to have sex with her eagerly. Mom covered her mouth and moaned softly. We whispered to each other, asking if it felt good. Mom said it felt good, and that she really wanted me to fuck her. My penis got hard from talking, so I fucked her again, making Mom bend over and fuck her, sometimes on the floor and by the bed. Sometimes Mom would be chatting in my aunt's room and I'd fall asleep, then I'd have to go to work the next night. I'd corner Mom and beg her to do it, and she'd have no choice but to take off her pants and bend over with her big white ass. I'd make Mom hold her buttocks with both hands and I'd fuck her. Sometimes when we were fucking, I'd ask Mom who else I wanted to fuck, and she'd say, "You can fuck my aunt's sister." I'd say no, and she'd say, "You can fuck your teacher, Ms. Wu." I'd say, "And another one?" and she'd say, "Your aunt, your aunt has a big ass." So I'd fuck her hard, and Mom could feel that mentioning my aunt made me more aroused.
But one day, while we were making love, Mom said it hurt. I said, "Are you okay?" and kept fucking her with my hard penis. Mom's face was contorted, and she lay down sweating profusely. I'd slowly thrust in from the side. Mom said, "I'm getting old, my menstruation is gone, my vagina is less wet. You need to find someone soon, that's a long-term plan." I said, "Mom, I won't look for anyone else. I'll just stay with you." Mom said, "Silly boy, that won't do." I said, "Mom's wet, but I can still fuck, right?" I tried to get it going, but Mom still said it hurt, so I stopped. The days that followed were very difficult. Because I had been releasing so often before, it was incredibly painful once I stopped. Mom saw this and that night she would let me into her bed, spread my legs, and say, "Son, you can do it for a while." I teased my purple penis at the opening for a bit, then quickly thrust it in and fucked hard. Mom moaned and held my buttocks, pressing down on me with each thrust. Finally, I ejaculated and fell asleep, breathing comfortably. The next day, Mom stayed home all day. When I got home from get off work, I asked her what was wrong. She said, "You did it." I said, "What?" I hurriedly lifted the covers, pulled down Mom's panties, parted her pubic hair, and saw that the area around Mom's originally black vulva was red and swollen, with white fluid inside. I rubbed it, "It's all my fault," and tears streamed down my face. From then on, every night I would gently insert my penis into my mother's vagina, slowly thrusting a few times. When I got excited, I would pull out and let my mother suck on it. But it really wasn't as pleasurable as having my penis pressed against my mother's breasts, inside her sticky vagina. My mother felt bad seeing my disappointment and would always stroke my head, saying, "Find a partner, marry a young woman, it'll be more fun." I said I didn't care, I just wanted Mom. "That won't do, son, you'll eventually have to find someone to live with." I was annoyed and suddenly shouted, "I said I don't need it, don't worry about it," and got up, slamming the door behind me. I knew my mother was crying, but I felt bad too. I didn't want to leave my mother; even if I found a wife and got married, I wanted to live with her.
One evening after dinner, Mom didn't go out with my second aunt. They talked in our room. Mom said, "Xiao*, you've lost weight." I said I was busy with work. Mom sighed and said, "You've looked at over ten potential partners, haven't you found anyone you like?" I hummed in agreement and said, "Nothing good." Mom was silent for a moment and then said, "Your second aunt has been quite energetic lately. The other day I accompanied her to buy a lot of new clothes. She's six years younger than me, and has a better figure than me, but she doesn't even look at potential partners. What's wrong with you two? The other day I was talking to your second aunt about you, and she said, 'Xiao* is so outstanding! Handsome, tall, cultured, a civil servant, and filial. What kind of person couldn't you find? Why can't you find someone? Your standards are too high. I talked to her about it the other day.'" I didn't say anything. Mom continued, "Go talk to your second aunt. She cares about you a lot and says she likes you very much." Another evening, I went to my second aunt's room and said, "You're a little over 20, but you have fair skin, a delicate figure, and plump arms." My aunt was wearing a thin pink nightgown, her slender, white legs peeking out. Her plump thighs clung tightly to her pajama bottoms, and the faint fragrance wafting from her made me truly intoxicated. My aunt started talking about my uncle, my sister, and about my childhood. She held my hand, and when she spoke of sad things, tears streamed down her face. I quickly hugged her shoulders and wiped her tears with a wet wipe. I said, "Auntie, this is your home. I am your son. I will take care of you from now on." My aunt was moved and threw herself into my arms, hugging me tightly, her body trembling. I felt her full breasts, her nipples pressing against my chest. I tried to pull away, but she held me tighter, and I felt her large breasts rolling against my chest. I couldn't help but get an erection, but my aunt pretended not to notice. That night, I couldn't sleep, thinking about those plump breasts, and my penis remained hard. I went to my mother's bed, lifted her legs, rubbed her sores, buried my head in her back, and thrust into her, slowly so as not to hurt her. My mother was very sensitive and asked what was wrong. I didn't answer. My mother said, "Did you see something at your aunt's?" I hummed in agreement and thrust hard. My mother let out a muffled "ouch." My mother muttered to herself, "My aunt is really nice, six years younger than me, not bad."
A few days later, one evening around 8 pm, I was watching TV when my mother suddenly turned off the light, came over and hugged me, her hand reaching into my underwear and rubbing it. It quickly became erect, and my mother stroked it. She asked if I had been feeling unwell lately, and I hummed in agreement. My mother whispered in my ear, "Sigh, it's all my fault for nagging, I haven't been able to be considerate of you. I talked to your aunt about you, asking you to sleep with her, and she said that as long as my sister is willing, it's fine, you can go and serve her." I pushed my mother away, glaring at her, and said, "Mom, how can that be? We...?" Mom covered my mouth with her lips, then lifted her head and said, "Son, your second aunt is very pretty, and you're not bad off. Besides, you can relieve your needs; I don't want my precious darling always standing at attention unattended. Your second aunt and I are both yours." I looked at Mom questioningly, but she gave me an affirmative look.
The next evening, after dinner and tidying up, Mom took my hand and led me into my second aunt's room. My second aunt sat on the bed, laughing heartily. We talked about the day's events. After a while, Mom said, "I'm sleepy. You two chat. Little *, you can stay with your second aunt tonight." Mom covered her mouth, yawned awkwardly, and left. My second aunt took my hand and said, "Little *, your mom told me you're not looking for a partner, and that you miss me, right?" I looked at her round, fair face; the slight crow's feet at the corners of her eyes couldn't hide her vibrant charm. My second aunt worked in the finance department of a state-owned enterprise; her work was easy, she was very capable, and her voice was soft and low. "Your second aunt's husband and I have a very good relationship, and we're good together in that area, so I can't accept any other man in my heart, except for you," my second aunt said. "I've liked you since you were little. That day in my room, I felt a little sad. Seeing your private parts bulging made my heart ache. You don't even have a woman to take care of you, sigh." "Second aunt, I only have eyes for the two of you. I want to take care of you for the rest of my life," I said.
My second aunt had me sit on the bed, hugged me, and said, "You're not young anymore. You have those needs, what are you going to do?" I said I'd just have to endure it. My second aunt looked at my crotch with concern and said, "Your mother asked me if I could sleep in the same bed with you. I said, 'Sister, if you're willing, that's fine.' I didn't expect her to be serious. She told me to sleep with you and let you have sex with me. I saw that your mother was serious, so I agreed." "Little *, are you willing?" I said, "I know my second aunt loves me." My aunt turned off the light, took off her clothes, and then took off mine. She picked me up and said, "Son, I like you. I want you to touch me. I really like it. Son, don't hold back anymore. Let me have it." My aunt kissed me on the lips, and then her hand reached down to my genitals, touching them up and down. We kissed each other, and my aunt's tongue went into my mouth, and I went into hers. As we kissed, my penis got hard. I pulled my aunt's hand to let her touch it, but she pulled it back as soon as she touched it. "Baby, it's so big," she said eagerly, touching it. My hand went inside her. Her pubic hair was very thick, and the opening inside was wide open, with fluid overflowing. My aunt asked, "Shall I put it in?" I said yes, and she spread her legs wide. I didn't hold on and just went in. I fucked her hard, releasing all the pent-up frustration and discomfort. I said, "Can I fuck you hard a few times?" She said "yes" and spread her legs even wider. I fucked her quickly, and she couldn't hold back and started moaning. I tried to stop her, but I couldn't. I turned her over and made her kneel. I fucked her from behind. She had a big butt and thick legs. I liked grabbing and slapping her butt and thighs, thrusting with all my might. Twenty minutes later, I ejaculated on her back... My aunt and I hugged and kissed tightly. Tears streamed down her face, and I kissed them down. My aunt said, "It feels so good, it feels so good. It's been such a long time since I've had it. I thought I'd never have it again, but maybe God has been kind enough to let me have it." I comforted my aunt and said, "Auntie, if you don't mind, I'll come over often from now on." My aunt said, "What am I supposed to do if you don't come? You come, okay?" We did it again in the middle of the night.
The next morning, my second aunt and I appeared at the breakfast table, our eyes red and swollen. Mom looked at her reproachfully and said, "You were quite wild yesterday, weren't you? Didn't you sleep at all? You must be tired." My second aunt, her eyes and cheeks red, lowered her head and whispered, "I was so energetic from chatting, I couldn't sleep." Mom said it was all because of Xiao * (a euphemism for a child), and told her not to chat too late tomorrow night, and to come back after Xiao * so as not to disturb her sleep. My second aunt quickly put down her bowl and said, "No, no, Xiao * was fine, it didn't bother me, I don't need to go back." Mom chuckled and tapped my second aunt's crotch with her chin, "Oh dear, only those who feel it know," and got up to wash the dishes. My second aunt hurriedly said, "Big sister, I'll wash them, I'll wash them. I'll take care of all the housework from now on, you can rest." Mom smiled and said to me, "Okay, son, you've made your second aunt more diligent."
Later, my second aunt found out about my relationship with my mother. She didn't blame us, but I still never did it when they were both around. However, while enjoying myself with my second aunt, I would often go back to my mother's bed to make her happy too. This year, I found a girlfriend and we're currently preparing for our wedding. My future father-in-law's family is handling everything; I don't have to lift a finger. My mother and second aunt both say I've found a good wife. I told them that even though I'm married, I can't live without my mother and second aunt; we'll live together.
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