My sexy mother and daughter warriors

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Part 1: In a community teeming with beautiful women,

Earth has always harbored a group of demons unseen by ordinary people. They usually disguise themselves as humans.

Any woman who slips up is violated by them. After being violated, she has the chance to give birth to their children, and the new life, a combination of demon and human, is stronger than ordinary people.

Fortunately, we have always had a group of nameless warriors protecting us, and these warriors are often women.

When they transform, they can take on ten people at once. The female warriors I'm going to introduce today are my mother and sister.

I'm just an ordinary student, my grades and everything else are above average, nothing special.

On a typical school day, after eating my breakfast, I went to school.

My mother had already left for work, and my sister was still in bed; university classes generally don't start as early as high school.

I grew up in one district of a large city. Although people often say that city dwellers are more indifferent, I've managed to get to know a few people in this neighborhood. For example, there's the kind Mrs. Zhang who's smiling at me.

Mrs. Zhang is the single mother of one of my childhood friends. She was wearing a pink sweatshirt and jeans; although the clothes were loose, I could still see her slightly protruding chest, suggesting a very maternal figure. Despite her age, she looked as beautiful as a woman in her early twenties.

Her son has autism, and I am one of his few friends. Although I no longer visit them as often as I did in elementary school, I still visit them occasionally.

Mrs. Zhang always brings me delicious snacks and treats me kindly, like I'm her second child.

But in recent years, I've visited Mrs. Zhang's house less often because her son has grown up, but his autism hasn't improved. Sometimes, when I pass by her house, I hear sounds that seem to be arguing between them.

I've asked Mrs. Zhang if she needs to talk to a social worker about solutions, but the wounded Mrs. Zhang always politely declines with a smile, perhaps not wanting to air her dirty laundry. As an outsider, I can only accept her decision, nodding whenever I see her, offering encouragement to this young woman.

As I walked towards the park, I usually encountered someone if I wasn't late. Today, I woke up on time, confident I'd see her.

And indeed, I met He Wanzhu in the park. She was wearing a black police uniform, the black contrasting sharply with her fair skin. Underneath the uniform was a black skirt, showcasing her long, slender, and fair legs—she was like a work of art. Her face was sweet, radiating youthful energy and sunshine.

Seeing her brought back fond memories of my childhood with her and my sister. She was my sister's best friend since middle school, and we'd been very close for years, often visiting my house to play with her.

Back then, when I was in elementary school, I thought she was very friendly and that being friends with her would be fun. She, too, surprisingly thought I was nice, and we became good friends. She was quite ordinary-looking back then, but after entering puberty, she became much prettier. Her tall figure and long, beautiful legs were her defining features. Her bust wasn't large, but it wasn't small either; compared to the flat chests of those thin models, her bust was quite impressive.

Everyone envied me for having such a beautiful childhood sweetheart and asked me to introduce her to them.

As time passed, they both reached the point of taking college entrance exams. My older sister did better and could get into university to study for an education diploma. Although Wanzhu was a wonderful childhood sweetheart, she wasn't academically inclined, and her frequent dating during middle school neglected her studies, resulting in poor grades. She decided to follow in her father's footsteps and become a police officer.

From then on, my neighborhood had a beautiful young policewoman, adding a touch of life to the community. Men on the street would smile and nod when they saw this pretty young policewoman. Today, she saw me from a distance and laughed,

"Sir, stop! I suspect you're harassing women on the street."

I laughed and said, "Don't be silly, they came to me." "Still arguing?" She pretended to arrest me, playing around with me. During this time, I bumped into her smooth skin, her milky skin emitting a faint fragrance of youth.

After playing for a while, her companion next to her hummed a few times. I chuckled to myself, "Miss He, am I your new boyfriend?" He Wanzhu scoffed, "Hmph, dream on." With that, I continued to school, and she continued her patrol. I waved goodbye and went to school.

Not far from home was my middle school. The school's atmosphere was fairly good, and the students got along well, but the overall atmosphere wasn't great. There were frequent rumors of couples being caught fooling around in public, male teachers being too close to female students, male students being overly interested in sex, and female students not being particularly conservative. Some female students even got very close to male students, and there were rumors that she was a sex slave. I went to the classroom, sat in my seat, and chatted with the student next to me. Before I knew it, I was in Ms. Chen's class.

Ms. Chen was an experienced Chinese teacher who had been teaching middle school students for over ten years. She had only married her accountant husband two or three years ago and did not yet have children.

Time hadn't had a negative impact on her; instead, it had added a touch of mature elegance and sophistication. Today, she wore a black suit with sheer black stockings, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor and the subtle fragrance lingering

in the air. It's worth mentioning that Ms. Chen, my homeroom teacher, had been rumored to have had affairs with other faculty members—though, of course, it wasn't something a student like me could verify. I don't know if everyone admired her beauty, but her delicate voice and icy demeanor deeply captivated me. So, I always paid extra attention in her classes. Two consecutive Chinese lessons would fly by, and it was time for recess.

During recess, male students entering puberty would most often talk about video games and women. One of the most interesting topics among the students was an actress named Li Luzhen, who had recently been doing quite well, starring in numerous television dramas and movies.

Her impressive breasts and beautiful face had caused many young men to lose their virginity, and television stations and film producers were well aware of this, frequently casting her in roles with only slight screen time, including multiple portrayals of mistresses and prostitutes.

Just three months ago, she released her first photo album, featuring Li Luzhen in various swimsuits. Her graceful figure and tofu-white skin, when wearing form-fitting clothes, revealed her large breasts, which were barely concealed by light-colored shirts.

The photo album, priced at four hundred yuan, sold out within a day. Many male classmates bought it, and I often heard them masturbating while looking at it, getting the whole book sticky. It made me feel very uncomfortable, yet also strangely excited, because what they were talking about was none other than my mother.

I've seen my mother's photo album. While the swimsuit photos are certainly sexy, the most eye-catching are the pictures of her in proper clothes, yet her breasts are prominently displayed, reflecting just how large and attractive they are.

After admiring those books, we moved on to another focus of today's class: our mixed-race English teacher, Ms. Wang, who is universally acknowledged as a hot female teacher. Blonde and blue-eyed, she grew up here and speaks Chinese, but perhaps due to her family background, she lacks the reserved demeanor of traditional Chinese teachers and instead gets along well with the students. The male students, in particular, love Ms. Wang's classes.

Ms. Wang's clothing is generally more typical of university students—a blouse and pants—but her impressive figure, with her large breasts bouncing when she moves around, coupled with her uninhibited physical contact with students in class, has led many students with ulterior motives to take advantage of her.

Outside of class, she's also quite willing to go out with students. However, she's definitely not a promiscuous woman; she still doesn't have a boyfriend, showing that she's just a woman who doesn't care about appearances, not a promiscuous one.

After finishing the classes taught by the two beautiful teachers, the rest of the classes passed by casually. Soon it would be time to go home to see my beautiful and charming mother and gentle and considerate sister.

Just as I was about to arrive home, my cell phone rang.

It was my aunt, Chen Manzhi. She's my mother's sworn sister, and like my mother, she's in the entertainment industry. She, like my mother, is in the prime of her career. She's a little younger than my mother, but for now, her fame is slightly less than my mother's. Unlike my mother, she doesn't have a voluptuous figure, and she's in her thirties.

I took the phone, and she said she had something to entrust to me, to give to my mother, and to treat her godson to afternoon tea on the way.

How could I disobey my godmother's orders? Besides, my relationship with my godmother has always been special; she's watched me grow up and has taken good care of me since childhood.

My godmother and I went to our usual spot, the small restaurant next to my school. My godmother was wearing a white, knee-length dress and comfortable slippers. She wore light makeup, which accentuated her delicate beauty.

My godmother knew her greatest charm lay in her long legs and refined, elegant features; that noble air made her a stunningly beautiful, aloof woman. That's why she often played the mistress of socialites and wealthy tycoons in dramas—not someone an ordinary person could win her favor. As

I sat in the restaurant, my godmother took out a box of what she believed to be medicine from her bag, saying, "It's good you're here. Your mother and I have been filming for a whole week. I originally wanted to go upstairs and give her the supplements she asked me to buy, but I called her and no one answered. I believe she's asleep." She handed me the medicine and told me to order whatever I wanted. I ordered a sandwich. My godmother didn't say much; her eyelids were practically drooping. Working in the entertainment industry isn't as easy as I imagined; I've seen my mother this tired before.

I quickly finished the sandwich my godmother had given me and said, "Godmother, you're tired. Let me take you home." My godmother smiled, seemingly touched, and said, "You've grown up and know how to care for your godmother. Okay, let me teach you how to take a girl home." So we paid the bill and went home. My godmother's house wasn't far. She took my hand, and I asked, "Aren't you afraid of paparazzi?" She laughed, "Silly boy, as a celebrity, the worst thing is having no one to report on you. Isn't a little news good?

Or do you think my hand is uncomfortable to touch?"

I quickly shook my head, my face turning red. Holding her soft hand, we arrived at my godmother's house quickly. After saying goodbye to my godmother, it was getting late, so I hurried home to rest.

"I'm home!" I went home after finishing my classes for the day. I opened the door and saw my mother fast asleep.

If you ask me what I think of the two beautiful women in my family, I would say that I've always just felt they are very good family members. My sister and mother both like me very much, and I like them too.

Until one day, Dad disappeared without a trace. Mom searched for him anxiously for a whole month, but still couldn't find him. It took Mom three whole months to recover and start a new life.

Just when I thought everything was back to normal, a few years ago I discovered that Mom was occasionally sleepwalking. Originally, my sister, Mom, and I each had our own rooms, but sometimes at night, Mom would push open my door, climb into my bed, and sleep next to me.

The first time I noticed Mom sleepwalking was when I vaguely felt something unusually soft in my sleep. When I opened my eyes, I was shocked to find Mom sleeping next to me, wearing a thin nightgown, emitting a faint fragrance. Sometimes she would talk in her sleep, calling Dad's name; I believe the grief of losing her husband caused her sleepwalking. At first

, it was fine; she just slept next to me, and I didn't react at all, and I even welcomed her sleeping next to me.

Many times, she didn't even know why she slept next to me.

As time went by, my mother's sleepwalking worsened, becoming more frequent, from once or twice a month to three or four times a week this month. Besides sleeping alone next to me, she would sometimes embrace my face with her enormous breasts, so large they almost suffocated me. Her beautiful breasts had a unique milky scent. Sometimes she would put her delicate hands inside my underwear and play with my penis.

Her smooth hands and skillful technique caused me to ejaculate several times a night, my underwear getting wet repeatedly. My mother, aside from noticing her hands were a little dirty, seemed unaware of what was happening. But since developing this condition, she seemed cheerful, overcoming the shadow of her husband's disappearance and even appearing radiant. The events of that night caused me to lose a lot of weight and also fueled inappropriate thoughts about my mother.

My mother gave birth to my brother and me when she was very young, so she's only forty now. Because of her youthful appearance, she only looks mature, not old.

My mother has always been called "Big Boobs" since she was little. When I look back at the school photos she showed me, I can see that she was indeed more voluptuous than her classmates. Her already large breasts became even larger after childbirth. The bras she wears now are custom-made to fit her enormous breasts. Even in her loose, puffy pajamas, I can feel her breasts rising and falling as she sleeps. Those breasts are so large that one hand definitely can't cover them.

And right now, my mother's sleeping posture is really naughty. Her legs are spread wide in an M-shape, and her purple panties are covering her plump vulva. I went to the sofa to cover her with a blanket, but I accidentally touched her panties and felt a dampness. I really wanted to take off those panties, which were covered in the scent of my mother's sweat, to know what it smelled like, but I controlled my lust and turned on the TV to distract myself.

"News reports that another woman returning home late at night is suspected of being brutally raped. All victims claim they never saw the perpetrator's face. To date, seven women have been murdered, six of whom became pregnant as a result of the rape. Police are investigating the case as a case of rampant rape." There seem to be more and more rampant rapists. Will a busty beauty like my mother be violated? Thinking about this, I get excited again, wanting to leave my semen on my mother's snow-white skin with the rapist, her huge breasts squeezed out of shape, her black-stockinged legs torn and swaying. Then I think about my mother being raped and pregnant, her large belly carrying the perpetrator's child, her huge breasts filled with sweet milk from childbirth.

Especially since my mother said that before she even had a nanny van, she was also harassed by a pervert on the train, almost being brutally raped. The more I think about it, the more uneasy I become. Looking at my mother sleeping so sweetly, I actually get an erection. No, I should just change the channel.

On TV, I saw a policewoman infiltrating a gang's warehouse. Her tight leather jacket and pants made her look very slender, and the zipper on her jacket wasn't fully zipped up, revealing a large breast, paired with a black bra. That beautiful woman was my mother. No, she wasn't a real policewoman; she was just a movie star, a moderately famous one.

The story went that she went to the drug warehouse alone, but the gang was already on guard, arrested her, and tied her up.

Her already alluring figure became even more seductive when she was tied up, like a fat lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Several lewd men leered at my mother's body, when suddenly someone behind her, holding an AK-47, yelled "Stop!" We'll have to wait until next week to see that.

Of course, my mother wasn't filming a real Category III film; there was no real hardcore sex, and of course, there was a heroine rescuing her.

By this time, Mom had had enough sleep. Even with her sleepy eyes and bare face, she was still incredibly beautiful. A pink loungewear dress couldn't contain her breasts, and her cleavage was still visible. I didn't know where to look; the sight made me blush.

Seeing my flushed face, and then looking down at her own body, Mom gave a cold laugh. She deliberately brought her breasts close to me, saying, "How can a boy be so shy? You'll get bullied if you act like this." She moved closer and closer, her breasts pressing flat against my skin. I felt the soft touch and warmth, and I replied, "Mom, stop playing around." I tried to hide my erection, but Mom, oblivious to my rudeness, wrapped her legs around me:

"I'm going to play around, because you're my child."

I steeled myself, opened my "Lushan's claws," first pushing my mother away, then forcefully kneading her enormous breasts until she grinned. I continued kneading her breasts, the warm, fatty mounds bulging between my fingers under my forceful kneading, mercilessly kneading until they turned red. The more I kneaded, the more I wanted to fuck my mother. My right hand grabbed her panties, tearing them instantly, revealing a lot of vaginal fluid leaking out. My

mother probably realized she'd gone too far and quickly pulled away, saying, "Okay, okay, I won't play anymore, I'm scared of you!" Suddenly, I heard the door open. Oh no, my sister was coming home. My situation with my mother was bound to cause misunderstandings. My mother pulled the covers over herself, while I pretended not to know anything, watching TV as usual, putting the torn panties in my pocket.

If my mother was so beautiful, her daughter wouldn't be far behind; my sister had the same enormous breasts as my mother. I'd always been very close to my sister since childhood, and I'd always loved playing with her.

From a young age, I noticed that all men were very kind to my mother and sister, especially when they went shopping. They would receive special treatment, and the men would never look at my mother while speaking; instead, they would stare at her chest, practically drooling.

My sister was the same; many boys were kind to her from a young age. She is now a student teacher, teaching math in middle school. She usually wears women's clothing to school, and like my mother, she has the same problem: her large breasts are so big they're about to burst the buttons.

I watched her breasts develop. From the age of sixteen, my sister's breasts kept growing, starting as small in early childhood and gradually becoming quite large by high school, filling out her school uniform.

In the beginning, my sister was bullied by female classmates because of her rapid development, and male classmates looked at her strangely, making my dear sister cry. I would always comfort her, holding her in my arms. I felt the warmth of her breasts and realized that my sister's breasts were much larger than those of other girls her age. By the time my sister graduated from high school, she, like my mother, had to have extra-large bras custom-made.

Now, a young, beautiful, busty female teacher is teaching those energetic male students. They probably masturbate every night thinking about me, this big-breasted older sister, and can't sleep. Her black-stockinged legs, soaked with sweat from a whole day, must smell of her perspiration.

"Ugh, this clothes are so suffocating," she said, taking off two buttons in front of me. She then imitated my mother, revealing her cleavage.

I swallowed hard, wanting to leave the sofa and go back to my room, but my erection makes me walk awkwardly, so I had to wait for her to leave. My sister said, "Good little brother, check if my bra is on the sofa." I pretended I hadn't noticed, but she said I wasn't looking carefully. She leaned down, her deep cleavage only centimeters from my face. Afraid she'd find out Mom wasn't wearing underwear while searching randomly, I said,

"Okay, okay, I'll check for you. You go take a shower first." Afraid she'd think I wasn't looking carefully for her bra, I reached under the covers and touched Mom, who was pretending to be asleep. I felt something that looked like a bra, but Mom was sitting on it, and it was pressed against her genitals. I accidentally inserted my finger there. I quickly pulled the bra out, but it was covered in Mom's vaginal fluid. "

What's this? It's sticky. You...you're not ... "Just kidding, male fluids don't look like that," my sister said, leaning down again. "This shy little brother is my favorite, I love you the most." She kissed my cheek, and I stopped, feeling like the happiest person in the world. My sister went to take a shower, and while she was showering, my mother got up and whispered in my ear, "You got bothered by two women today, are you happy now?" Then she went back to her room. That's how the story unfolds in this loving yet slightly erotic family. My mother is a joker, especially when it's erotic, and my sister is a brother-obsessed girl. The three of them get along well, and the two women also like the same boy, sometimes using their physical charm, especially the bodies of these two big-breasted girls, which annoys my brother. Right at the dinner table, the mother and daughter are about to start another unreasonable conversation, and they're going to play me in their hands again. First, my mother said, "I've filmed a lot of scenes these past few days, and it's rare to have a break, but the weather is so hot, I don't want to go anywhere." Indeed, the weather this year is hotter than usual. Mom lifted her shirt and took off her bra, saying, "This damn bra is suffocating me!" Seeing Mom take off her bra, my sister did the same, saying, "It's so hot, why don't we go to the beach?" Mom kicked me with her beautiful leg and said, "Going to the beach? That just benefits this naughty son, he can go see other girls again." My sister said, "Hmph, I'm afraid you'll be the one eating your precious son's food, seeing him with you every day." Mom smiled without saying a word, hooked her arm around mine, and continued to tell my sister, "I don't care, I'm going to the beach tomorrow." My sister took out her phone, looked at it, and said, "Oh dear, I need to..." "I have to go to university for class this afternoon," I said, looking at them. "But I didn't agree to go." They said in unison, "It's not your choice. You have two beautiful women accompanying you to the beach, what more do you want?" So, the next day at noon, I really went to the beach with my mother. It was a relatively quiet beach, because my mother is a celebrity, so she should go to a less crowded beach. This beach had an entrance fee, and the prices were quite high. Usually, unless there was an event, it wasn't very crowded; it was mostly middle-class people. However, there were still quite a few beautiful women there, including blonde, blue-eyed foreigners and women... College students were playing beach volleyball. Just as I was engrossed in watching, a pair of enormous breasts jumped in front of me. Those full breasts were unmistakably my mother's. My mother was wearing a sexy white bikini, and because of the weight of her breasts, the bikini, which covered her two coconut-sized breasts, caused them to sway up and down as she walked. Her fair skin was as smooth as milk. My mother took my hand and led me towards the sea. Along the way, I saw men casting envious glances. We swam to a point where our legs could barely support us, and played there. My mother, this great beauty, and I were having so much fun that we were completely unaware of the impending danger. Our relationship... To outsiders, their relationship seemed more like that of lovers than mother and son. While playing, my mother asked me to do some tricks difficult on land, so I picked her up in a princess carry. In the water, no matter how heavy a person is, buoyancy can offset most of their weight. The beauty in my arms was my mother. I looked at her closely; her face was so alluring, her breasts so enormous, and her smooth, white legs. I think it was instinctive. I actually wanted to kiss her, and she closed her eyes like in a TV drama. But, like in many dramas, in this romantic atmosphere, something terrible happened. "Shark...shark...it's a shark! Shark attack! Run!" Although the beach wasn't crowded, the panic caused by the shark attack created a huge commotion. People frantically swimming away from the sea struggled, making everyone uneasy. Coupled with the lifeguards' poor handling, a stampede was almost imminent. My mom and I didn't know what was happening at first, but when I saw the shark flag, I knew what was going on. Unfortunately, just then, the waves got bigger. I was just dragging my frightened mom along when I suddenly felt a pain in my left leg, probably from being bitten by something. We were swimming quite fast, and my mom's swimsuit, which barely covered her large breasts, completely disappeared during the high-speed swimming. But life was more important, so we had to swim fast in the sea.

After finally reaching the shore, I felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if all my senses had been amplified, while a certain part of my body was aching.

I knew I should take care of my mother, who had lost her swimsuit, first, so I carried her on my back, placing her enormous breasts on my back. That way, no one else could see the sexy goddess's breasts, but this meant my mother's breasts were right on my back. Those soft breasts began to sway, pressed against my back, and the inexplicable hardness of her nipples made me itch. Our soaking wet bodies, combined with my mother's fragrance and the unknown sticky fluid from her genitals, created a variety of stimuli that made me even more dizzy. I felt like I was turning into a monster.

I put my mother in a disabled toilet that no one would use. When I put my mother down, perhaps because I relaxed, I realized that the part of me that had always been uncomfortable was my penis, which was already over twenty centimeters long. I had never seen it grow so long before, and it was struggling to get hard. I pulled it out of my swim trunks, and my eyes felt like they were being burned. I smelled a wonderful fragrance.

On the other hand, Mom looked like she was suffering on the ground, her vulva overflowing with fluid. I, with my aching penis erect, walked up to her. Her eyes seemed to reject me, yet she desired me.

"It's...it hurts so much, my body feels like it's burning up,"

Mom's lewd words emboldened me, and I brazenly pulled off her last remaining swimsuit, revealing her pink vulva. I thrust my penis deep inside her, hearing Mom's joyful moans and cries, like a madwoman. I pumped rapidly, using my hands to squeeze and deform her enormous breasts, which I had seen countless times and longed to play with. I placed

my penis between Mom's breasts, her large breasts clamping down on it. Mom moaned, and the two lustful mother and son couldn't help but engage in breast-fucking.

The thought of how Mom's large breasts had attracted me for so long, how her performances on screen had caused countless men to spend millions of drops of fluid, excited me even more. My mother's soft, large breasts exuded a fragrant aroma. I twisted her hard nipples forcefully, and her moans continued, as if I was about to fuck her to death. I thrust into her vigorously for a while, then ejaculated on her face.

"You, you actually did it! You're so bad," my mother said, looking at me.

I replied, "Yes, didn't you dream about this day?"

I kissed her lips and we even had a tongue fight. She said, "I love seeing you shy, and the lustful look in your eyes when you look at my breasts, that look that wants to devour my breasts." I felt that my mother might be a lustful demon who controlled everything, not even sparing me.

And so, after intense exercise, I fucked her for ten minutes, then forcefully ejaculated inside her. The pain in my penis disappeared, replaced by exhaustion. I collapsed to the ground and passed out.

But after about five minutes, a light shone through my eyelids, and I woke up, terrified. My mother's labia were glowing.

I woke my mother, who had also fainted. She looked down and saw what was happening on her body, then screamed.

Her labia were shimmering, and a mascot appeared out of nowhere. The mascot was a little girl, about the size of a figurine. She had no physical form, like a computer image, or perhaps like a ghost. I tried to touch her, but my hand passed right through her.

"Congratulations on becoming a warrior of the new generation of the Healthy Squad. Your mission is to eliminate the demons in the surrounding area." My mother and I were both completely confused. But I was somewhat interested in the little girl. She was small in stature, wearing black gothic clothes and black stockings—things I liked.

"Looks like you're still confused. Let me explain, okay? You can take this bracelet first." The little girl seemed to know I was staring at her and winked at me. At that moment, a fleshy bracelet gushed out of Mom's vagina. To be honest, it was a bit disgusting. There was a button on the bracelet. I held it to my nose and sniffed it, saying to Mom, "It smells like her, very fragrant." Mom laughed and said, "Pervert, hurry up and wash it before putting it on me." I did as Mom said, and as soon as she put it on, she pressed the button.

"Ah, that's the transformation button. Pressing it will activate Warrior Mode, but it requires happy energy." As she spoke, Mom emitted a flash and put on a pink superhero outfit. It was similar to the superhero outfits on TV, but on Mom, it looked more like a sex toy. The pink cotton top couldn't contain Mom's huge breasts, and her nipples were protruding, but otherwise, they were quite well-covered. Even with white stockings on her legs, Mom didn't look like a slut.

"The more revealing your clothes, the higher your attack power. Just press the same button more often to reduce your clothing. However, I must warn you that higher-level combat modes require more 'pleasure energy.' Given your current situation, I don't recommend upgrading your equipment any further." Everything happened so suddenly that my mother and I were completely bewildered. Now my mother had transformed, and I was dressed. I felt that the toilet was always an unclean place, so I told my mother that I wanted to leave the toilet and leave the beach. The little girl followed us out.

"Then let me explain our world. Actually, this world is full of perverts..." the loli explained, showing several photos of disgusting monsters ravaging many women. There were young girls, young women, married women, and professions ranging from office ladies to nurses and teachers—they were everywhere and at any time. They were all beautiful women. Later, several photos showed them pregnant, and their offspring were surprisingly normal.

The loli said that all the children born to monsters were men. They would commit incest with their mothers at a very young age, and as adults, they would do evil and defile women like their fathers.

"Normally, people can't see monsters or the transformed warriors. Only ordinary monsters, warriors, and defiled women can see them. But the monsters are so powerful that even adult men can't harm them, let alone weak women. Only able-bodied warriors can fight them." The little girl said, her explanation was so detailed it was a bit long-winded. I was a little better at listening because I was interested in this cute little girl, but my mother was clearly lost in thought.

"It seems I don't need to say any more. I believe everyone knows this lady." The little girl showed a video. The background was a classroom, with a torn red pair of underwear on the floor, and a disgusting monster. The monster was neither human nor human; it had a pig's nose, human-like limbs, but in addition to the limbs, it had several tentacles. It was holding a woman with its tentacles.

The woman's short skirt had been ripped down, and her black stockings were almost torn, with one or two holes in them. Above her sexy legs, clad in ripped black stockings, was a slender waist. She wore a gray blouse that hugged her full breasts.

The woman screamed for help. I felt a strange familiarity with her voice; it was as if I knew this woman very well.

Three: Taking Advantage of the Sexy Sister

"Oh my god, she's your sister!" Mom said

. "These monsters love beautiful women, especially big-breasted beauties. Women like your sister, with her G-cup breasts, are often the object of sexual fantasies, making them prime targets for monsters. It's only a matter of time before they find you." The little girl said coldly. "Stop talking nonsense, quickly teach me how to save my daughter." Mom said anxiously. "You can use your warrior's energy to fly there; you should be able to sense the monsters' presence." "Mom, didn't my sister say she was going to school? She should be there." Mom nodded, and I hugged her. Mom flew to my sister's school like Superman. My mother said she smelled a strange odor. Following the scent, she found an empty classroom. I believe it was because it was the weekend and the students had left after class, leaving my sister to be brutally raped by the lecherous monster.

"No... Professor, I... I feel so bad, what did you give me?" I rarely heard my sister make such wanton cries. The monster seemed to be giving my sister a lot of pleasure. The monster was thrusting into my sister's vagina, and her bouncy breasts bounced up and down.

"Don't press there! I've been in class all day and haven't been to the bathroom." The monster pressed its lower body against the area where the older sister was urinating. Soon, drops of urine began to flow onto the floor. The older sister had been made to urinate uncontrollably by the monster in her own classroom, and the stench of urine filled the entire classroom with a filthy smell.

"Let go of my daughter!"

the mother yelled, pointing at the monster. The monster glanced at the mother, saw her appearance, and thought she was no match for it, so it continued to violently pound on the older sister.

"Disrespect me?" The mother used judo to throw the monster to the ground, surprised that a woman could have such strength.

"Now you know how powerful I am, son. Take your sister away, we're going back... Ah!" the mother cried out lewdly. The monster opened something resembling a human hand, but its "palm" was actually a starfish with suction cups, sucking onto the mother's large breasts, tearing a large hole in her warrior shirt.

The mother was furious, and with the warrior shirt becoming more exposed, her strength increased. The mother slapped the monster's stomach repeatedly, making it vomit blood. The mother's slap sent the monster flying onto the school playground.

"You, watch your sister. I'll go take down that monster."

I nodded, and she flew to the playground to fight the monster.

"Little brother, save me, it hurts so much down there."

My sister looked at me with great difficulty, breathing heavily on the ground, her chest rising and falling with her breath. The monster had ripped her shirt up, revealing her beautiful breasts, and her shorts were pulled up. Her pink petals were covered in juices from the monster's earlier brutal penetration.

I walked to my sister's side, my erect penis hard, and asked her what she needed. I accidentally touched her arm, and she actually groaned.

"She's been poisoned by a succubus. Her whole body is very sensitive now. I didn't expect such a low-level succubus to have such a strong succubus poison." The little girl from before appeared before me, looking dazed and confused.

"I'm in so much pain, my whole body is so hot, so itchy, I..." My sister masturbated in front of me, rubbing her labia vigorously, drops of love juice flowing out. "It's still not enough, I'm still so hot, I'm going crazy, little brother, help me!" She placed my hand on her left breast.

"Sister, how do you want me to help you?"

I asked knowingly, my hand playing with her nipple, thinking that my sister had always taken advantage of me, this was my chance for revenge.

"You bullied your sister, you know exactly what I want to do!"

she cried lewdly, the sounds of fierce battle with the monster below, and the two of us siblings having an affair, made me even more excited.

But I was still not satisfied, I placed my other hand on my sister's right breast, "I still don't understand what you want me to do." I treated her even more roughly.

My sister was already drooling with pleasure. With her last bit of strength, she pulled down my pants and said the most seductive thing I'd ever heard from a sister: "I want you to fuck me inside out, fill my cunt with your semen." We kissed passionately, our mouths locked in a tongue-fight, and my penis plunged into her cunt. Because it had already been brutally fucked by the monster, it was still lubricated, so my penis went in easily. Every thrust made my sister moan and groan as we kissed.

After a while, I changed positions, doing the doggy style. I felt that my sister was a little different from the sister I had imagined. Was this her true nature? I slapped her beautiful buttocks hard, listening to her continuous moans. I felt I was fucking my sister very well. I lay on her back, kneading her breasts, and after three or four minutes of thrusting, I ejaculated a lot inside her.

"So much, so much! My brother's semen is all inside my pussy! I'm going to get pregnant with your baby!" Semen overflowed from her pussy, and her buttocks and breasts were red from my slapping. My penis was, of course, covered in my sister's love juice. At the same time, the sounds outside had stopped, and Mom said to us, "Your mom defeated the monster! What happened over there?" Mom couldn't see us from this angle.

"It's okay, my sister is fine, I took good care of her!" I replied to Mom, but my sister just smiled at me.

"Then I'm coming up!" Mom said without suspicion.

I quickly shoved my penis back into my underwear and put on my pants. By the time Mom came up, I had just managed to put my sister's shorts and shirt on.

"Hmm, is everyone alright?" Mom said.

My sister and I both looked like we had done something wrong and didn't want Mom to know, so we nodded slightly.

"You have very little pleasure energy left. I suggest you use your remaining power to fly to a safe place," the little girl warned.

"Oh, it seems so. Come to think of it, you've been here all along?" With that, Mom carried my sister and me home. Of course, Mom used her power to make sure no one could see us.

Four: Mother and Daughter Donburi

We quickly returned home. So much had happened today; Mom and my sister had been violated by a monster. Mom pressed and held the button on her bracelet, and she transformed back into her beach attire.

The three of them huddled together, shedding a few tears. They sat on the living room floor, their genitals touching the floor. Perhaps because they relaxed, both of them simultaneously released a small amount of white fluid. They both looked distressed, as if they knew what had happened.

After all that, the most natural reaction was, of course, to take a bath. The mother and daughter went to the bathroom together, both moaning softly. They even seemed to be competing to see who could shout louder. I couldn't imagine what they were doing in the bathroom, only that they were most likely washing their genitals; the scene inside must have been incredibly erotic and alluring.

They washed for about half an hour, washing away the sweat and semen from their hands, replacing it with their own fragrance. They were both dressed in pink loungewear, their ordinary tops bulging out in two large bulges from their chests. They were exchanging knowing glances, seemingly conspiring to do something.

Soon, Mom started cooking. At the table, I sat between them, and they both gave me strange looks.

I said, "Let's eat. You must be tired after all that exercise today. Eat up!" They both agreed, and then ate as usual, chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened.

On the table were stir-fried asparagus with pork and braised beef brisket with radish. I loved both dishes, so I praised Mom's cooking.

Mom placed a piece of beef brisket in my bowl and said, "Really? You like beef brisket? Of course! It's tender, juicy, and delicious—much better than tender cuts!" Then, Mom touched my stomach with her delicate hand, as if she were about to reach into her pocket and pull out my penis.

My sister, not to be outdone, put a piece of asparagus in my bowl, saying, "Of course, you should eat fresh food! Besides, fresh food isn't necessarily less juicy and delicious!" She went even further, placing her legs inside my crotch. My mother, seeing this, also put her hand inside.

They used their hands and legs to stimulate my penis. They asked in unison, "Tell me, do you prefer fresh or mature?" Ignoring my discomfort, they forced me to answer, so I said, "I like both, preferably like tonight's dinner, both together." They both said disapprovingly, "Hmph, you pervert, I hate you!" They each sped up, and soon I ejaculated a little.

Tonight, I was inexplicably played with by the two of them. They both seemed a little angry. Had I done something wrong? I wondered if I had done anything to them. Thinking about it, I fell asleep.

That night I had a dream. I dreamt of the little girl from this morning. She was wearing pure white clothes and white stockings, sitting in a corner. When I walked over, she started talking.

"Congratulations on becoming the supply officer for these two warriors." She maintained her cold, indifferent tone, just like a computer. "Next, I will explain in detail about your mother and sister, including how to effectively replenish their energy, and the symptoms and consequences of energy deficiency." "As I said before, the energy your mother and sister possess is happiness energy. With happiness energy, they can fight monsters. They can transform at any time and possess divine skills, as long as they have the energy. And the way to obtain energy, simply put, is what you did today." "You mean today I..." Before I could answer, she interrupted, "Yes, you slept with your own mother and sister today. Actually, as long as someone sleeps with them, they can replenish their happiness energy, but if it's something with a higher shame value, such as incest, bestiality, or any stimulating sex, it can replenish even more energy." Just thinking about it made me incredibly excited. This meant I would have the opportunity to sleep with both of them in the future.

"But when their energy is insufficient, not only can they not fight monsters, they also become sexually aroused and crave sex. They are very likely to be indiscriminate in their partners, and will be attracted to any man on the street. When their energy is too low, their enormous breasts will grow even larger due to the secretion of milk. The scary thing is that that milk is a terrible poison that drives all male animals mad, making them want to fuck the woman in front of them to death. If a monster were to drink that milk, it would be disastrous." Thinking about those beautiful breasts producing milk, I really wanted to taste their sweet milk.

"It's important to note that if monsters attack them, they generally won't replenish their energy. Some monsters will even drain their happiness energy," the girl continued, but I wasn't paying attention anymore. I smelled a faint fragrance and realized there was a large tree beside me, laden with plump fruit. The fruit was within easy reach. I tried to pick one, but the stem was stuck to the branch, making it difficult to remove. The fruit itself felt warm, like a water balloon. I tried hard to pick it, but it wouldn't come off. "Maybe it's not ripe yet," I thought.

Just as I was about to give up, a fruit fell. Strangely, it was soft and didn't hurt at all. I tasted it; it was salty and tasted like meat. I bit into it, and the fruit seemed to cry out like a living creature. Then I felt a fruit fall onto the back of my head. I felt my emotions surge. I wondered if the fruit was poisonous, and then my penis became erect.

I pulled down my pants, and my penis immediately felt cool. I continued to savor the alluring fruit, eating it with my tongue like I was eating ice cream. At the same time, my penis inexplicably began to feel something, as if two slippery breezes were caressing it, trying to envelop it and give me a handjob. I turned to eat the fruit, stroking it forcefully. As I stroked it, I discovered a long stem. I played with the stem, hearing even louder moans.

I played with both fruits in my hands, feeling a warm current in my penis, a moist, warm breeze roaming within it. I felt I was about to lose control of the pleasure, about to release my lust. I ejaculated with all my might.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my sister with her large breasts covering my penis. Some of my semen smeared on her breasts, and a large portion covered her beautiful face, while my left hand was kneading my mother's breasts.

Both of them chuckled. Mom said, "You bastard son, you even slept with your sister! You need to be taught a lesson!" With that, she placed her breasts in front of me, nipples against my mouth, forcing me to suckle.

I was already a little tired from ejaculating once, but they showed no signs of stopping. My sister said, "I'm punishing you, you naughty little brother who wants to sleep with both Mom and me!" She took my penis into her mouth, and it, which had just softened, became erect again. I felt the warmth of her mouth; her skillful tongue was driving me wild. I, in turn, played with Mom's nipples with my tongue, while one hand kneaded her large, soft breasts—they were so big and soft that one hand couldn't cover them.

As I tasted Mom's nipples, they hardened and lengthened. I pressed hard against her elongated nipples, and Mom's moans grew louder. She played with her own vulva with her hands.

My sister also sped up, sucking my penis deeply with each thrust. I felt myself about to ejaculate. I stretched out my hands, pressed my sister's head down hard, and then ejaculated deeply into her mouth, making her choke. My mother also climaxed because of my tongue, and a large stream of vaginal fluid dripped onto the floor.

Both mother and daughter were satisfied. My mother said, "From now on, whoever sleeps with her needs to let the other person know, understand?" My mother sat panting against the edge of the bed, and my sister also sat on the edge of the bed. After swallowing the semen, she nodded, then thought to herself, "What if it's that bad brother who forces himself on us? He always looks at my grandmother with lustful eyes, just like those bad students." My sister said to us in a half-scolding tone.

My mother squeezed my penis with her delicate hand, squeezing out a little semen. My penis had become very sensitive and tired after two sexual encounters. When my mother squeezed, I immediately bounced. Then she said, "You have to let me know too, so we can squeeze it dry together."

Five: A glamorous actress was wildly fucked.

One day, my mother and godmother were going to appear on a famous talk show. Being able to appear on this show proved that my mother and godmother's careers had reached a certain level. This wasn't a show that just anyone could appear on; the movie channel wouldn't give that prime Sunday night time slot to those extras.

My mother took that day very seriously and prepared everything well in advance. The show was broadcast live on television, late at night... It started around 7 PM.

As soon as it hit 7, I turned on the TV. After a long introduction, the host introduced the guests: Li Luzhen and Chen Manzhi, my mother and godmother. They were both dressed very beautifully.

My godmother, as always, showed off her long legs; her red dress paired with her snow-white legs and red high heels made her look like a true lady of high society.

But compared to her godmother, my mother was more eye-catching. She wore a gray dress that only reached a third of her thighs, tightly hugging her body. Her two large mounds seemed about to burst out of the dress, jiggling with her movements, and her beautiful buttocks were also accentuated by the dress's design. While walking, she insisted that her mother wiggle her hips. Underneath her skirt, she wore sheer pantyhose; the black stockings added a touch of mystery to her legs.

The host, seeing my mother, quickly greeted her, clearly captivated by the beautiful mature woman. Soon, the host invited the two beauties to sit down and discuss her experiences in the entertainment industry.

As they talked, the host brought out snacks provided by the sponsor—chocolate. My mother loved that particular chocolate; she smiled when she saw it, and even ate a few more bites in front of the camera before continuing with the remaining thirty minutes or so of the program.

Strangely, after she ate the chocolate, my mother's smile became restrained. And she crossed her legs, and in a short time… In thirty minutes, she crossed her legs more than ten times.

When the host's joke made her mother smile, she inexplicably squeezed her legs together. She swayed her beautiful legs, like in that foreign film, very sexy, overshadowing even her godmother.

The program ended quickly, and her mother stood up, her legs noticeably clenched, walked to the host to shake hands, and the program was over.

In fact, her mother had inexplicably needed to urinate after eating those chocolates. She had held it in during the program, even though she felt a little uncomfortable, but she endured it; she couldn't possibly urinate on the show.

After the program, she wanted to run to the restroom, but running would only make her urinate faster, so she squeezed her legs together and hurried to the restroom.

As soon as Mom entered the bathroom, she became anxious, feeling as if she needed to urinate two or three liters. She sat on the toilet, trying to take off her pantyhose, but in her urgency, she couldn't manage it. Clear urine dripped from her underwear and pantyhose. Because the pantyhose was very transparent, the urine easily dripped from her urethra, but some of it flowed onto other parts of the pantyhose, staining her legs. The stench of urine filled the entire bathroom, and Mom herself smelled strongly.

After finally urinating, Mom removed her shameful underwear and pantyhose. She had never experienced such humiliation before. She called me: "My dear son, could you... could you bring my underwear and an extra set of pantyhose to the TV station?" Receiving this strange request, I naturally thought of other things. Contrary to her usual behavior, Mom didn't complain strongly; she simply told me to hurry and bring what she needed.

Just then, I heard a loud knocking on the door. I asked her what was wrong. She didn't respond to me. Then, a group of people seemed to rush into the bathroom and grab my mother. Her screams stopped after they hung up on her.

I sensed something was wrong and, along with my sister and mother, took the things we needed to the TV station.

Meanwhile, the man who burst in was the same male host from before. He grinned maliciously, sizing up my mother's figure. He stared at her lower body, clearly attracted by its disheveled state.

My mother said, "What are you doing? Get out of here, or I'll scream and ruin your reputation!" She backed away as she spoke. Although it was a bathroom, it had a shower area and wasn't small.

The man took off his belt and pants, and in a flash, he transformed into a yellow monster. His head resembled a giant mosquito with a long, pointed nose, his abdomen like an insect, and his lower body like elephant legs. It turned out he was one of the monsters existing in the entertainment industry.

He laughed, "Leave? You can only leave today if you're carrying my child." With that, he sprayed a glob of slime from his nose, sealing the door to the washroom. He said, "If I tell anyone there's a filming event here, no one will come. Even if they do, they'll just think it's a filming. You're dead tonight!" Mom was about to transform and fight the monster. She took out her transformation bracelet and pressed the button, but no matter how hard she pressed, she couldn't transform.

"Hmph, so what that person said was true. You really do have the ability to transform. Luckily, I was prepared. What you ate wasn't just a simple diuretic." The monster walked up and forcefully ripped off Mom's gray suit. But Mom's breasts were too large; the suit got stuck between them, and the monster easily tore her clothes apart. Her tightly wrapped breasts bounced as the suit ripped.

During the struggle, the mother fell to the ground. She continued to retreat, but there was nowhere left to go. She wasn't wearing underwear, and her upper body was covered by a tattered garment. She was terrified in the face of the enormous creature before her. But the monster was incredibly excited to see his mother like this. He first gently pricked her shoulder with her nose needle and said, "Don't worry, soon you'll be begging me to fuck you!" The monster stretched out his claws and grabbed the mother's huge breasts. Breasts that an ordinary person couldn't grasp with one hand, the monster held in his hand with ease. The monster forcefully and mercilessly played with the large breasts in his palm, his fingers skillfully manipulating the hardened nipples. He also said triumphantly, "I've forced myself on many actresses in the entertainment industry. After I slept with them, they all seemed to be bewitched. But you're the only actress with breasts as big as yours, not from plastic surgery." He became more and more excited as he rubbed them. Perhaps he had never rubbed such huge, smooth, white breasts before. He licked his mother's breasts with his tongue, as if he were eating a giant ice cream cone.

The mother's lust had intensified after the monster injected her with the aphrodisiac. As the monster massaged her breasts, her blood circulated, and the aphrodisiac spread throughout her body. She was already leaking a considerable amount of vaginal fluid, and uttered lewd words: "Don't... ah... don't laugh at my breasts. My breasts were naturally this big, and they kept growing during childbirth. I've been deliberately keeping my breasts hidden." Hearing such lewd words, the monster didn't let the mother off the hook: "Naturally large breasts? That means naturally large genitals. Look how tempting your big breasts are; I bet every man wants to try them." The monster seemed to have figured something out, and asked in a contemptuous tone: "I heard your husband died of exhaustion and ran away long ago. So, only your son is at home. Has your precious son ever massaged your full and soft breasts?" The mother, hit where it hurt, became even more nervous and stammered in denial. But how could they deceive the monster? It inserted its hand into the mother's vagina, saying, "Bitch, your cunt tightened up after I said that. Aren't you just feeling guilty? Watch me punish you severely, you slut." The monster inserted its long, thick penis into the mother's cunt. After the repeated physical and verbal teasing, the mother's lustful desires had reached their peak. Now she felt incredibly hot, her whole body felt like it was being bitten by ants, her cunt yearning to be fucked by the thick penis. The long, thick monster penis, of course, couldn't fully penetrate the mother's cunt; in fact, only about one-fifth of it entered her warm vagina. But even this made the mother scream loudly, completely forgetting that this was a television station and that people could pass by at any moment.

"You're such a wonderful sex organ, oh, I'm almost succumbing to your beauty, I'm about to ejaculate all of my cum into you, you lewd mother. I bet your precious son wants to fuck you like I do." Mom really enjoyed this kind of sex; she was probably a masochist. She remained silent, looking like she'd been exposed. The monster, seeing her performance, was deeply attracted by Mom's expression. He ejaculated with all his might, filling Mom's belly with semen—something no normal person could do.

But the monster didn't stop; instead, he thrust his penis even deeper. He forcefully pushed his white testicles into Mom's uterus with each thrust. He said, "You have to carry my children for me and give birth to them all, hahaha!" The monster laughed with satisfaction, unaware that my angry sister and I were furious at hearing Mom being fucked so hard.

After transforming, the older sister easily broke down the bathroom door, but it was too late to rescue her mother. The monster had essentially completed its mission, violently raping the woman and impregnating her with its child.

Preventing the incident was impossible, but revenge was still possible. In fact, the monster was also surprised that a warrior had come looking for it.

Like many creatures, it feared only discovering its enemy after exhausting itself, especially after it had ejaculated its fill.

The monster said, "Damn it, that woman only said Li the bitch was a female warrior, she never said she had reinforcements!" The older sister glared at the naked monster who was toying with her beloved mother, and commanded, "Good brother, go help Mom, let me deal with this beast." The older sister first used a palm strike to push the monster back a good distance, separating the monster and Mom, and then said, "Quick, take care of Mom, I'll fight that monster." I had rarely seen my sister so fierce.

She took her defiled mother from her. After intense sex, my mother, drenched in sweat, had been filled with semen by the monster, her uterus swollen and her belly bulging. I carried her to the bathroom behind the toilet. I took off her torn clothes, told her to stop, and used the showerhead to bathe her. During this time, I heard my sister harshly beating the monster; I'm sure he was half-dead.

The aphrodisiac in my mother's body hadn't completely worn off. I pressed her swollen belly, and thick semen overflowed from her vagina, causing her to moan.

She pulled out my penis; my mother, clearly intoxicated by the aphrodisiac, was intensely aroused, and I wouldn't waste this opportunity, quickly inserting my penis into her vagina.

I put the showerhead back down and grabbed her enormous breasts with both hands. Most people can only squeeze half of a mother's breast with one hand, and I was no exception, but her firm, bouncy breasts made me want to keep touching them. Also, this time her vagina felt warmer than before, probably from the semen left by the previous "user." I also felt some unidentified things inside her vagina.

Those things were a bit nauseating, soft and fleshy, like internal organs. During the intense activity, I ejaculated after a short while. When I pulled out my penis, I found several eggs that had come out with it; I realized those were the monster's eggs.

"We have to get rid of these eggs, or your mother will be in big trouble!" This sentence flashed through my mind.

I told my mother to sit on the floor with her legs spread. I tried to probe with my fingers to see how many eggs were inside her uterus. There weren't many, but the slippery eggs were difficult to remove one by one with my fingers. Using my penis would be too exhausting; I'd probably be dead by the time I could get them all out.

A sudden idea struck me. I used a showerhead to spray water into my mother's vagina, forcefully flushing the eggs out of her uterus. My mother felt uncomfortable during this process. Again and again, I filled the tub with water and pressed on her abdomen, flushing out several eggs each time. After four or five flushes, no more eggs came out. I used my fingers to feel for them and spent several minutes removing the remaining eggs, finally emptying my mother's uterus.

At this point, my sister tortured the monster, finally ending its life in an extremely cruel way.

The whole thing took three or four hours to complete, and it was already past 2 a.m. I tried to get my mother to put on her tattered clothes, but they were practically useless. So I had her put on the pantyhose and underwear she'd asked me to bring, along with my own jacket and shirt.

Accompanied by us, my mother left that shameful restroom. My shirt couldn't contain her impressive breasts at all; she was essentially wearing a super tight-fitting outfit. We got home around 4 a.m., ending this humiliating day.

Ironically, my mother gained considerable fame from that day's program, and the male host's sex scandal unexpectedly provided publicity, turning the incident into a popular topic of conversation.

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