[05-31] [A woman shared by three generations of a family]

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My family would be considered a problem family, the kind that's often dysfunctional. There are three people in my family: me, my dad, and my grandma. My dad divorced a long time ago and, due to financial reasons, he works away from home most of the year, sometimes only returning once every six months or more. So, it's usually just my grandma and me at home. Since I don't have a mother, my grandma has been holding me to sleep since I was a baby, and I still do, so I know her body very well. She's over 60 years old, and perhaps because she was quite beautiful when she was young, she's maintained a very good figure. She has snow-white skin, and although her breasts are a little saggy, they are still full and not at all flat. My grandma is a little overweight now, with a slightly large belly, but it's not unattractive. One thing that makes my grandma stand out from other women is that she doesn't have pubic hair, which is something I remember very clearly.
Perhaps because we slept in the same bed since I was little, although I often see my grandma naked, I usually don't have any sexual feelings. I've always been very dependent on my grandma, perhaps because I don't have a mother. But after I turned sixteen, my relationship with my grandmother changed. From then on, she was more than just my grandmother.
It all started with a spying incident.
That day, my father called to say he would be home that night; he hadn't been home for over six months. My grandmother seemed very happy to hear this. That evening, after dinner, my grandmother told me to go out and play for a while. I obediently went out. When I returned, I found my grandmother taking a bath.
"Hao'er, get me my underwear," my grandmother called from the bathroom. I often helped my grandmother with similar things before.
"Grandma, open the door," I said, handing her the underwear. The moment my grandmother opened the door, I saw that she had dried herself, her large, white breasts swaying noticeably.
Around nine o'clock that night, my grandmother told me to go to bed. Lying in bed, my grandmother seemed to have been unable to sleep for a long time, tossing and turning, as if something was on her mind. I fell asleep quickly, and if I hadn't been woken up by the urge to pee, I probably wouldn't have known anything.
Around 11 PM, I woke up needing to pee and went to the toilet. That's when I realized Grandma was gone. Maybe she went to the toilet too, I thought. But I didn't find her in the toilet, which puzzled me. Coming back from the toilet, I heard voices coming from Dad's room; I knew he was back. The door to Dad's room was ajar, and the light was on. I couldn't resist peeking inside, and what I saw shocked me. Good heavens, I discovered a huge secret—Dad was actually playing with Grandma's body! I was stunned.
Dad was sitting on the bed, legs apart, holding Grandma in his arms, his hands caressing her breasts. He kept kneading those large breasts, like playing with two lumps of clay. Grandma's breasts were deformed under Dad's kneading, her nipples appearing even redder, like two cherries. Grandma's legs were spread apart, and below her slightly plump belly, her hairless vulva was very conspicuous. Her labia majora had already been parted by Dad, revealing her pink clitoris. The clitoris was more like a fleshy ball, slightly protruding outwards, in the soft, moist environment of her vagina.
"Mom, your body is still so smooth and tender, even for someone in their late twenties," Dad said. He inserted his hand into Grandma's vagina. "
Mom is getting old. Son, it must have been more than half a year since you played with Mom, right?" Grandma wrapped her arms affectionately around Dad's neck, her face showing great happiness, her complexion flushed with excitement. I really didn't understand why Grandma would so willingly let Dad play with her body, as if he weren't her son, but her husband. Dad must have played with Grandma before, I thought.
"Mom, I want to put my whole hand inside and feel what your uterus is like," Dad said, reaching his hand deep into Grandma's vagina.
“Slow down, it hurts a little. I’ve let you do this countless times, don’t you know what it’s like? Besides, didn’t you crawl out from inside? You always do this to me.” Grandma said, spreading her legs wider. At this moment, Dad’s hand was almost completely inside Grandma’s vagina. His hand inside Grandma’s vulva deformed it. Perhaps due to the intense stimulation, Grandma seemed very excited, breathing heavily and moaning incessantly.
“Oh--oh--oh--” Grandma’s moans became more and more urgent.
“Son, fuck me quickly. Mom wants you to fuck me with your penis. Good son, Mom missed you so much--” Grandma shouted urgently.
“Mom, I’m coming.” Dad pulled his hand out of Grandma’s vagina and laid her down on the bed.
Dad skillfully inserted his penis into Grandma’s vulva and began to thrust. Grandma spread her thighs wide to allow Dad’s penis to penetrate deeper. Her large breasts swayed back and forth with my father's movements, appearing incredibly sexy and wanton. Grandma's moans mingled with the slapping sounds of flesh colliding, intensely stimulating me and making my blood boil. My penis involuntarily hardened.
"Oh--oh--oh--son--is Mommy's penis satisfying?--fuck Mommy to death--good son--" Grandma murmured. Her large vulva flipped back and forth with my father's thrusts, her expression one of utter satisfaction and wantonness.
"Mom--your penis is so big and soft--son can't get enough--no woman is as satisfying as you--your hairless penis--unparalleled in the world--" my father said breathlessly. He stroked Grandma's large breasts as he fucked her.
"Fuck deeper--fuck deeper--oh--oh--oh--Mommy didn't give birth to you in vain--" Grandma moaned continuously.
Afraid of being discovered, I quietly returned to my own bed. But I couldn't fall asleep. The sounds of flesh colliding stimulated me, arousing my virginal lust, making me unable to extricate myself. I longed to join them, to experience the unparalleled pleasure of intercourse like my father, to taste the sensation of my grandmother's hairless vulva.
About an hour later, I heard my father say, "Mom—I want to ejaculate—I can't hold it in—"
"Good son—let Mom lift her buttocks—let the semen go deep into Mom's uterus—" Grandma said.
Unable to resist my curiosity, I quietly slipped over to peek again. I saw Grandma lift her legs and place them on my father's shoulders. My father held his thick, large penis in his hand and thrust it into Grandma's vagina with a "plop," then held Grandma's head and kissed her. After kissing for a while, my father raised his head, grabbed Grandma's breasts with both hands, and began to vigorously fuck her with his hips.
"Oh—oh—oh—" Grandma frowned, holding my father's buttocks with both hands.
Dad fucked for about ten more minutes, then suddenly straddled Grandma, thrusting his penis deep into her vagina.
I knew Dad was ejaculating. Grandma held Dad tightly, her snow-white thighs and vulva open, receiving her son's semen.
At that moment, I suddenly felt ridiculous. For a long time afterward, I pondered this: Grandpa's semen conceived Dad in Grandma's vagina, and Dad grew up, fucking that same vagina again, constantly ejaculating in the vagina that gave him birth and nurtured him—wasn't that mysterious?
That night, Grandma didn't go back to her own bed; she slept with Dad.
Since that voyeuristic incident, I had been filled with complex thoughts about Grandma. I learned of her lewd and shameless side, and because of this, I was filled with sexual fantasies about her. Of course, she didn't know any of this; she was still as loving and kind to me as ever, still taking meticulous care of me in daily life.
Dad still often didn't come home, and Grandma still slept in the same bed with me every night. But whenever I shared a bed with my grandmother, I would have sexual fantasies, often secretly turning on the light to peek at her naked body. I would look at her large, white breasts and her hairless vulva, and it seemed she didn't notice. These voyeuristic glances gave me immense pleasure. I fantasized many times about having sex with my grandmother, but I never had the courage. As time went by, this fantasy evolved into a desire, growing stronger and stronger; sometimes I even wanted to rape her.

One chance encounter made my desire a reality.
It was a hot summer night. Grandma fell asleep quickly after getting into bed. I, however, couldn't fall asleep for a long time. I turned on the light and, as usual, peeked at Grandma's naked body. Grandma had been covered with a sheet, but perhaps because of the heat, she had pulled it off in her sleep, saving me the trouble. Grandma looked so alluring in the light, her large, slightly sagging breasts, her rosy vulva beneath her hairless mons pubis—all of this intensely stimulated me, making my penis involuntarily hard.
"Oh—oh—oh—good son—fuck me deeper—fuck me deeper—" Grandma began to talk in her sleep. From her words, I knew she was dreaming of making love with Dad. Her expression grew increasingly lewd, her mouth murmuring incessantly, her thighs spreading wide, making her vulva even clearer.
I knelt between Grandma's legs, carefully examining her vulva. This was the first time I had observed a woman's vulva so clearly. The high mons pubis made Grandma's entire vulva bulge outwards, like a steamed bun. Her large labia majora, parted from the dream, revealed a pink clitoris. Below the clitoris was a wide, fleshy opening, the vaginal fluid flowing from it soaking the sheets and her thighs.
"Oh--oh--oh--son--fuck Mommy to death--fuck Mommy hard--" Grandma cried out repeatedly, her vaginal fluid increasing with each cry.
I could no longer restrain myself, and with my hand, I tried to insert my penis into that opening. Lacking sexual experience, I couldn't get it in at first. Just as I was struggling, Grandma suddenly parted her thighs again, making it easier for me. When I tried to insert my penis again, it went in with a "plop." I then lay down on top of Grandma. A powerful wave of pleasure instantly spread throughout my body; I felt my penis suddenly enter an incredibly soft, slippery, and warm place. Animal instinct compelled me to thrust my penis relentlessly, relentlessly penetrating Grandma's enormous vulva, wishing I could bury my entire body inside her.
She didn't wake up while I was having sex with her. Perhaps she mistook me for Dad; she continued to moan lasciviously, holding me tightly and urging me to penetrate her deeper.
I fucked her for over an hour, feeling a bit tired, so I pressed my entire body against hers, panting, and played with her large, white breasts like Dad had. Perhaps I accidentally hurt her, for she suddenly opened her eyes. When she realized it was me fucking her, she was initially surprised, but didn't push me away.
I thought she would scold me, but she didn't. Her expression shifted from surprise to lust. She suddenly pulled me tightly into her arms, saying,
"Hao'er—fuck me—Grandma lets you fuck me—Hao'er's all grown up—"
My heart went from tense to relaxed. An overwhelming sexual urge made me embrace this pale, wanton old woman, fucking her relentlessly, losing myself in the unparalleled pleasure her hairless vulva brought me, experiencing the complex incestuous thrill of fucking my own grandmother.
Grandma closed her eyes, enjoying the sexual pleasure her grandson brought her. After about an hour of fucking, Grandma lifted her buttocks, letting me ejaculate deep into her uterus. This vulva, which had received Grandpa's semen, conceived Dad, and then received her own son's semen, was now receiving her grandson's semen.
That night, I had sex with Grandma three times. Each time, Grandma accepted me with great enthusiasm, satisfying me with her tender, white flesh. Grandma said to me, "Good grandson, from now on, you can play with whatever you want. You don't know, ever since your father went out to work, I've never been satisfied, always longing for a man to satisfy me. Hao'er, from now on, Grandma's body belongs to you two."
Grandma was truly a treasure. Her body had been my grandfather's paradise, after he passed away it became my father's paradise, and now it had become my paradise. Her body had provided sexual services for three generations of men in our family; she should be considered a hero of our family.
Since I had a sexual relationship with Grandma, our relationship became even closer. Our sexual relationship was soon discovered by my father, but he didn't fly into a rage; he gradually accepted it. He told me: "Take care of Grandma's health; she's already over 60 years old, don't let her overwork herself." I found it funny; when he was playing with Grandma, why didn't he think about not tiring her out? So I didn't take his words to heart.
Our family lived like this. To outsiders, although our family was incomplete, it seemed very harmonious.
Grandma and I were intimate almost every night. Whenever we shared a bed, I felt a strong sexual urge. I would always snuggle into her arms, touching her body—her breasts, her vulva, and every inch of her skin. At these times, Grandma would gently cooperate, letting me do as I pleased. After a while, I would become extremely aroused, mounting her and penetrating her vulva. Her large, hairless vulva gave me endless pleasure. After ejaculating inside her, Grandma would always lovingly embrace me, letting me bury my head between her breasts, my penis remaining inside her vulva. Then, she would pat my buttocks and tell me about her amorous affairs. Sometimes, while telling her stories, she would insert her hand into her own vulva, stroking my penis inside. Listening to her, I would often become aroused again and have sex with her a second time. One rainy night, Grandma revealed a shocking secret to me, a secret even my father didn't know.
That day, as usual, after I ejaculated, I lay on top of my grandmother. Holding her nipple, I asked, "Grandma, when was the first time you were fucked?" My question was a bit abrupt, but Grandma wasn't angry.
"Alright, I'll tell you how I lost my virginity for the first time. You might be shocked," Grandma continued, revealing a secret she'd kept hidden for decades.
"It's like this," Grandma said.
"I'm an illegitimate child, abandoned by my mother after birth. An old bachelor adopted me. That old bachelor—my adoptive father—was more than thirty years older than me. He raised me, and I'm still very grateful to him." Grandma became a little emotional as she spoke, and her vagina loosened considerably.
“My adoptive father always slept with me in his arms when I was little. Perhaps because he had never been in contact with a woman’s body before, he became very interested in my body when I entered adolescence. Every night, he would stroke my vulva with his hands. I remember when I was eight years old, one night, he used his fingers to probe my vulva. When he inserted two fingers into my clitoris, he seemed very happy. He said, ‘Before, I could only insert one, but today both are in, so I can definitely fuck you.’ Then he lay on top of me and said, ‘Good girl, Daddy wants to fuck you tonight, just bear with it.’ After saying that, he spread my clitoris and inserted his penis. At that time, I was obedient to my adoptive father, so I obediently lifted my buttocks to let him insert it. When that thick penis finally went in, I felt a pain. Because it was my adoptive father’s first time having sex, he was very excited. That night, he fucked me three or four times. The next day, I was too scared to walk, my vulva was swollen from being fucked.” As Grandma said this, a lot of fluid came out of her vulva, and I slowly played with it. Grandma continued,
"From then on, my adoptive father and I were father and daughter in name, but husband and wife in reality. I grew up slowly amidst his sexual stimulation. A woman who grows up with sexual stimulation will have better-developed sexual organs. The reason my vulva and breasts are so full is largely due to my adoptive father's frequent playing with me since I was little." Grandma seemed a little proud as she said this. It must be admitted that her body was indeed very attractive and sexy. Grandma continued,
“Because my adoptive father didn’t know how to use contraception, after I turned 14, I was repeatedly impregnated and miscarried several times. When I was 18, my adoptive father got me pregnant again. The doctor said I couldn’t have any more miscarriages, or I would lose my fertility. This put my adoptive father in a difficult position. He had no choice but to find me a man to avoid embarrassment. That’s how I married your grandfather. On our wedding night, your grandfather was completely captivated by my radiant body. He doted on me and we had sex without any regard for time. Later, he discovered I was pregnant, and he was overjoyed. Actually, this child is my adoptive father’s; this child is your father.” Hearing Grandma say this, I was shocked: this was the mystery of my father’s parentage; it turned out my father was also the result of incest. Grandma continued:
"After I got married, my adoptive father was very lonely. To repay his kindness in raising me, I often visited him. Each time, I would let him have his fill, letting him experience all the wonders of womanhood through me. Sometimes your grandfather was puzzled: he noticed that every time I returned from visiting my parents' home, my vulva would be red and swollen, all because of my adoptive father's lovemaking,"
Grandma said. Until my adoptive father died, she maintained a sexual relationship with him, serving him and satisfying him like a wife. When Dad was 10 years old, a car accident took Grandpa's life. After Grandpa's death, she never remarried. People said she had no pubic hair, was a "white tiger," and would bring bad luck to her husband and father; no one dared to marry her. Thus, she could only rely on Dad for survival. Dad had his first sexual relationship with her when he was 16, and this relationship remained unchanged afterward. When she was 40, she became pregnant again, thanks to Dad. At first, she wanted to abort, but Dad disagreed. Grandma had no choice but to secretly give birth to that child—that is, me. Upon hearing this news, I was utterly shocked. Later, thinking about it carefully, I found it quite amusing: I am my father's son, my grandmother's grandson; and also my grandmother's son, my father's brother. My grandmother is my father's mother, and also the mother of his son.
My grandmother said I was given away when I was one year old. After my father got married, his wife—my nominal mother—couldn't have children and took me back. They claimed
I was an adopted child to cover it up. Later, my mother couldn't tolerate my father and grandmother's incestuous relationship and divorced her. After telling me all this, my grandmother treated me even better. Whenever I lay on her plump, white vulva, playing with her breasts, I couldn't help but call her "Mom." I played with her luscious opening countless times, and my mind wandered. My father crawled out from here, and I crawled out from here too. My grandfather, father, and grandfather had all made love countless times in this opening, and now I ejaculated countless times here. Whenever I thought of this, I felt a surge of lust and couldn't resist thrusting my thick penis straight in.
I grew up amidst my grandmother's sexual encounters. Later, I went to university and worked in a faraway city after graduation. I later married and started my own family. My father never remarried; he lived with my grandmother. Every time I visited home, I would have sex with her. She always let me play with her freely, and several times my father and I played with her body together. Perhaps because my grandmother's body gave me so much pleasure, even when I made love with my wife, I always thought of her.
The last time I had sex with my grandmother was when she was 78 years old; by then, her body had atrophied. When I eagerly pulled down her pants, I found her vulva was still very moist—her clitoris and labia hadn't shriveled. I inserted my penis deep into her vulva, holding her withered body, slowly thrusting into her; the sensation from my penis was still incredibly stimulating. My grandmother said that only her penis hadn't aged because it was soaked in semen.
My grandmother passed away at 82. On the day she died, when my father and I changed her into her mourning clothes, I noticed semen leaking from her vagina. Later, my father told me that before Grandma died, she asked him to have sex with her, and he had no choice but to comply. After ejaculating, Grandma wouldn't let him pull out. My father felt her body gradually cooling down with his penis. After Grandma died, my father said he held her body and had sex with her for several days, reluctant to let go. My father said that Grandma passed away peacefully and contentedly.

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