My mom and my aunt

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My maternal grandfather and I had four daughters. My eldest aunt was two years older than my mother. My second aunt was adopted by my grandfather's brother when she was young, so we weren't very close. My youngest aunt was four years younger than my mother. The three sisters—my eldest aunt, my mother, and my youngest aunt—looked very alike. When the three of them lay naked on the bed side by side, I could only distinguish them by their physical features: my eldest aunt had shorter hair and the darkest nipples; my youngest aunt had the longest legs and the most shapely buttocks; and my mother was the most voluptuous with the largest buttocks.

My eldest aunt married into a village near my maternal grandmother's house at the age of eighteen. She was skilled at both housework and farm work, a model of a virtuous wife and mother. Unfortunately, because she gave birth to two daughters in a row, she had little status at home. Even when she heard that her husband was having an affair with another man's wife, she could only swallow her anger.

My aunt's husband's branch of the family was a prominent one in the village, with many relatives. Plus, my aunt's husband was tall and strong, and a veteran who had been discharged from the army, so he was highly respected and quickly elected village chief. In those days, the village chief actually had a lot of power. At the end of the year, he had to collect village taxes, coordinate irrigation during droughts, and manage family planning during the off-season. If there was a wedding or funeral, the village chief had to be involved in the arrangements; otherwise, if he sent your recently deceased elder to the crematorium, you'd be in for a world of hurt.

In short, he offended many people, but also reaped considerable benefits. Besides using public funds for lavish meals and drinks, he could also use his power to have his way with respectable women.

Now, with more and more young and middle-aged laborers leaving the countryside to work, many of the women left behind, with their husbands away at night, went out to have affairs. And the money rarely went to outsiders; in the surrounding villages, stories of uncles and sisters-in-law committing adultery, fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law having affairs, brothers-in-law sleeping with their sisters-in-law, and aunts sleeping with their nephews were commonplace.

If a couple in the village hit it off, there would be even more affairs in the fields. They could simply disappear into the sorghum fields, the southern forest, the cotton fields, the reed marshes, or the orange groves; the man would pull down his pants, the woman would lift her clothes, and they could start having sex. As long as the woman's in-laws or husband didn't see them, most others would turn a blind eye. And if you figured out the woman's personality, you could always take advantage of her later.

Perhaps because she desperately wanted a son, my aunt always doted on me. Every summer vacation, she would urge me to stay at her house for a while. If my two older cousins and I argued, regardless of who was right or wrong, my aunt would always side with me.

Before I went to high school, I actually really enjoyed staying at my aunt's house. She had lots of fruit, and the village pond was famous for a type of crucian carp about the length of chopsticks, which tasted especially delicious with chili peppers. Okay, I admit it, I am indeed a foodie, and I still can't change.

Of course, besides the food, what attracts me most to my aunt's house is a canal outside her village. Because there are no businesses along its banks, the water is exceptionally clear. I must say, swimming in the canal in the summer is definitely a rare treat.

When I returned to my aunt's house after taking a cold shower in the afternoon, she had just boiled hot water. She would carry a bucket of warm water to the small shed next to the kitchen and then help me wash my whole body. I don't know why, but I always felt that my aunt seemed particularly interested in my little brother. Every time she washed my penis, she would pull back the foreskin and gently rub my glans with her hand. After washing, she would pat my penis, smell it, and only after confirming that there was no smell would she let me put my pants back on.

If my mother and I visited my aunt's house together, I would sleep in the same bed as my mother. If I went to my aunt's house alone, my aunt would usually sleep in the same bed as me. When I first started going to my aunt's house, I was a little uncomfortable. To comfort me, she would lift her clothes and let me sleep with one of her breasts in my mouth. After I started middle school, my penis gradually grew bigger.

When my aunt slept in the same bed with me, she loved to play with my penis. She would put her hand inside my pants, grab my penis, and play with it until it was rock hard before letting go. After I went to high school, my attention shifted to my mother, and I visited my aunt's house less and less.

So, when I realized it was my aunt who barged in, I was actually relieved. If it were my younger aunt, I would worry that she wouldn't be able to accept it. Since it was my aunt, it was much easier.

My aunt stood up in a panic, looking at my mother and me with undisguised surprise. She stammered, "That...that...I...I didn't see anything...you...you continue...continue..." It didn't seem like my aunt had caught my mother and me having an affair; it was more like I had caught her committing adultery.

Seeing my aunt, my mother was also frightened. Her face turned deathly pale. She seemed to want to say something, stammered a couple of times, and then fell silent. Faced with this situation, with the fluids still oozing from where my mother and I were joined, my mother didn't know how to explain to her beloved older sister... My aunt was also somewhat embarrassed. She had been spying for too long; her legs had gone weak, her body was numb, and she hadn't stopped, so she had accidentally pushed the door open and fallen to the ground. My aunt had

n't intentionally spied on us; my uncle had also drunk too much that day. My aunt was worried about my uncle's drinking, so she got the keys from my father and helped him back to my house to rest. After my aunt helped my uncle into the master bedroom, he was already unconscious.

My aunt was a little worried, so she went to find a towel, afraid she'd grabbed the wrong one, and prepared to ask my mother. But after searching around, she found my mother wasn't home. However, when my mother and I started making love in bed, my aunt inadvertently heard my mother's wanton moans.

My aunt was very puzzled, since my father was still at the banquet, so who was my mother having sex with?

When my aunt heard me say, "Mom, I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you in front of Dad," she was completely stunned.

These days, while fathers and daughters sleeping together are common, I've never seen a mother and daughter having sex. These two, this third sister and her son, are so shameless! Don't they know they'll be struck by lightning?

My aunt was both angry and anxious, so she gently turned the doorknob and peeked through the crack. Perhaps because I was so engrossed in having sex with my mother, we didn't notice the pair of eyes peeking in from outside.

When my aunt squatted down, she was still shocked because my mother was lying naked on the bed, her legs wrapped around my waist. My body was also naked, and I looked rather thin, but my penis was quite large, moving in and out of my mother's red, swollen vagina.

My aunt was a little envious. She had known from her conversations with my mother about sex that my father's penis was quite large, and it turned out that I had inherited it; my penis was also quite large.

Looking at my mother's flushed face and lustful expression, my aunt felt a pang of jealousy. It seemed that both father and son's penises had been tasted by our third daughter. A strange, inappropriate thought crept into the aunt's mind: "If I had given birth to a son, even if that bastard wouldn't sleep with me, at least I'd have a son to take care of me. If my son's penis were inside my cunt, who knows, I might be even wetter than my third sister..." The aunt's thoughts drifted, and she vaguely felt herself getting wet. She unconsciously squeezed her legs together, letting her jeans rub against each other—only this could slightly relieve the itch... When the aunt heard her mother's lewd words, "Zhang XX, your son is fucking his mother in the room," the aunt blushed deeply. These two, how could they speak so vulgarly? And Little X, a college student, is just like a peasant when it comes to fucking!

My aunt watched intently, afraid of missing a single scene. Sweat beaded on my mother's forehead, dampening the stray hairs at her temples. My aunt swallowed, suddenly feeling her mouth was incredibly dry. She pursed her lips, but then felt an even stronger itch in her groin. She couldn't resist placing her hand under the zipper of her jeans, scratching her itchy spot through her clothes. Her juices began to flow, soaking her underwear and dripping onto her jeans… To be honest, I had no idea what my aunt was thinking outside the door; she told me all this later. But when I saw the obvious wet patch on her jeans, I understood: my aunt's long-dormant body desperately needed a man's comfort.

I quickly realized what was happening and, without even bothering to put on my clothes, jumped out of bed and grabbed my aunt. My mother also came to her senses; although she didn't know what I was going to do, she cooperated and hugged my aunt.

I touched my aunt's waist and started pulling on her belt. After I unbuckled the belt and pulled down her zipper, my aunt panicked and started struggling. My mother understood my intention and quickly started to take off my aunt's red top. Two fists can't fight four hands, and in no time, my aunt's top was off, and her jeans were pulled down to her knees. I touched my aunt's crotch, and sure enough, it was completely wet.

I quickly pulled down my aunt's underwear and then pushed her to the ground. My mother held my aunt's hands down from behind, and I held my semi-erect penis and rubbed it against my aunt's vulva a few times.

Unlike my mother, my aunt's pubic hair was sparse, somewhat resembling Hitler's mustache, but her stretch marks on her stomach were more pronounced, her labia were dark, and her labia minora were rather small. After gathering my strength, and my penis touching a warm, slippery opening, I tentatively pushed forward, then suddenly thrust in.

My aunt let out a muffled groan; she felt my penis inch by inch penetrating her vagina. She felt a slight pain, although her vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid. She couldn't remember when she last had sex with her uncle—three months ago or six months ago? Once the pain subsided, my aunt felt a surge of fullness in her lower body. As my penis slid faster and faster inside her, she began to feel pleasure. She wanted to moan, she wanted to shout, but she was too embarrassed to make a sound.

Although my aunt was resisting in her heart, her body was responding to my thrusts. Every time my penis penetrated deep into her vagina, I could feel her vagina sucking and gripping my penis. I thrust rapidly for dozens of times, and suddenly felt a chill down my back, an urge to ejaculate. My aunt seemed to sense this and panicked. "X-er, don't... don't ejaculate inside, I'm not tied up yet..." Before she could finish speaking, my semen gushed out, a thick stream of fluid, all of it shooting into her vagina.

My aunt also felt it, let out a long moan, her body trembled a few times, and then went limp, without a shred of strength.

After her climax, my aunt looked languid, her face flushed with a hint of lust. She couldn't help but complain, "I told you not to ejaculate inside, but you insisted! I'm not like your mother; she had a tubal ligation! Tell me, were you doing this on purpose?" My aunt was probably still struggling to accept the fact that we'd had sex, and she quickly grabbed my ear, as if that was the only way to regain her elder's dignity.

My mother laughed, "Sister, when you're disciplining your nephew, at least use a little force! This brat, he never learns from his mistakes!" Indeed, when my aunt grabbed my ear, she didn't use much force, her fingers tracing patterns on my earlobe; anyone who didn't know better would think we were flirting!

Hearing Mom's words, Auntie became even more embarrassed and quickly shifted her focus. Her right hand moved towards Mom's crotch, parting her thick pubic hair with her fingers. In a few quick movements, she found Mom's vulva. With a gentle twist and a flick of her finger, she slipped it inside. Her nimble fingertip teased the small, swollen nipple at the tip of Mom's vulva. After a few moments, Mom couldn't take it anymore. When Auntie's finger plunged deep inside, Mom trembled from the sudden attack and involuntarily cried out, "Sister—I can't—I can't take it anymore, I'm sorry, please let me go!" After saying this, Mom had no strength left; her body went limp, and she leaned against Auntie's stomach, panting heavily.

After a couple of attempts, seeing that Mom had given up resisting, my aunt gave up on teasing her. Looking at us naked, she sighed and said, "What a mess! Third sister, X'er, what can I say?" My mom was also a little embarrassed, after all, she and I had essentially conspired together. Although my aunt had only half-heartedly resisted, it didn't change the fact that I had forced her. However, Mom didn't regret it. After all, my aunt had already discovered our incestuous secret, and if she hadn't dragged her into it, Mom couldn't guarantee that my aunt would keep quiet for us.

"Sister, this is my fault. If you feel wronged, hit me to get revenge for you. I was really out of my mind, afraid you'd leave this room, so I tried to stop you. But I didn't know this brat was so audacious, even involving you..." Facing my aunt, Mom couldn't bring herself to say the word "fuck."

"You fucked me too, didn't you? Humph! I wouldn't dare beat you up, but what if your son gets upset? If you two are on the same side, and you try to hold me down again, who can I complain to?" My aunt still seemed to harbor some resentment.

"Look at what you're saying! Sister, from today onwards, the youngest son isn't just my son, he's your son too! Little X, you better remember this: treat your aunt the same way you treat me. Your aunt is getting old, you have to be filial to her, understand?" My mother suddenly turned serious and admonished me sternly.

[The End]

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