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Saturday afternoons always have a lazy feel to them. Even though there's a whole week's worth of chores to catch up on, there's not much of a rush to get things done.

It was Saturday again. I'd just finished weeding in the yard and was comfortably relaxing on the sofa, debating whether or not to take a shower right away.

My husband, David, was still mowing the lawn, while my daughter, Jenny, was locked inside listening to music.

At 18, she'd become quite estranged from her parents; she'd much rather chat idly on the phone with her so-called friends than talk to us.

Thankfully, she hadn't shown any hostility towards us.

I finally decided to take a shower, and just as I was about to get up, the doorbell rang.

David was in the backyard, and Jenny was busy with her own things, probably oblivious to everything except a loud bang. Reluctantly, I got up and went to open the door.

Standing there was a boy about Jenny's age, with beautiful brown hair reminiscent of a beach.

He was probably still in his adolescence, but you could see his strong muscles through his t-shirt.

His skin was dark, as if he were always out and about, and a leather backpack was slung across his shoulder.

"Hi," I greeted him.

"Are you here to see Jenny?"

The boy smiled, very sweetly. "No, ma'am. My name is John. I'm here to see if you need an encyclopedia." Another salesman, the only thing that made me nauseous on Saturday.

Just as I was about to tell him I wasn't interested, I suddenly felt an urge to invite him in.

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to talk to him, so I moved aside, gesturing for him to come in, and closed the door behind me.

"Your house is beautiful," John complimented, perhaps all salesmen have a silver tongue.

"Oh, thank you," I said, somewhat surprised that I had let him in.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Water is fine," he replied, then glared at me with his green eyes.

"It's so hot today."

"Yes," I nodded, leading him into the kitchen.

“I was in the yard just now, and I felt it was excessively hot today.” I poured John a glass of water, and then we sat down at the table.

He gulped down the water, looking extremely thirsty.

I was indeed extremely hot, so I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt, and the boy’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

Somehow, I found myself staring at him, completely mesmerized. He was quite handsome, and then I broke out in a cold sweat.

This boy was young enough to be my son!

I should politely ask him to leave and then go take a shower.

“Alright,” he said, putting down his glass, “I only have three questions: First, do you have an encyclopedia? Second, do you need an encyclopedia? Third, can you afford an encyclopedia?” I had never encountered such a disgusting sales tactic before—he hadn’t even told me what kind of encyclopedia it was—but strangely, I found myself answering honestly.

“No, we don’t have an encyclopedia. We have a daughter in school, and sometimes I do feel we need one. But can we afford it… how much does a set cost?” “Two thousand dollars,” John said.

“But you can pay in installments if you like. And believe me, this is the best encyclopedia I’ve ever sold it, otherwise it wouldn’t be fair.” I didn’t understand his last sentence, but I answered his previous question anyway, “Well, I think we can afford it. My husband and I both have good incomes.” “Great!”

he said.

He took a pen and a large stack of papers from his backpack and handed them to me.

“Now, please fill out this form and sign here…” I did so, though I was a little surprised that I had spent two thousand dollars without David’s permission.

Although David might have preferred to spend that money at the golf club, I did feel we needed an encyclopedia, and we certainly could afford it.

I signed my name and left my address and date at the end of the document.

John took the document and read it from beginning to end. "Thank you, Christine. Your name is lovely.

You'll receive the complete set of books in four to six weeks, along with a complimentary bookshelf. From then on, installment payments will be coming in." He looked up and smiled at me, continuing, "Thanks to you, I've met my sales target for today. It seems I've had a lucky day." I was a little confused, but still politely replied, "You're welcome." John gave me a copy of the order, put the rest of his things in his backpack, and then turned to me, saying, "Alright, the business is done. Now that I've finished my work for the day… Do you have any plans for today? Do you have any appointments with anyone else?" "No," I replied.

"Who else is home?"

Though I was puzzled by his motives, I told him the truth, "My husband is sprucing the lawn in the backyard, and my daughter is in her upstairs room." "Daughter? What's her name? How old is she?"

"Her name is Jenny, and she's almost eighteen."

"Almost eighteen, um," John said, as if considering something.

"Is she as pretty as you?"

Hearing this question, I couldn't help but feel flustered.

I've always been confident in my attractiveness, especially for someone over forty. Very few women can maintain a figure like mine, not to mention my long, beautiful black hair.

But hearing such a direct compliment from a young man like John was a first.

"Um, I think... I think she's pretty."

"Please stand up," he commanded.

I stood up blankly.

"You have a great figure, Christine," John continued, his direct gaze sweeping over me.

"Are Jenny's breasts as big as yours?"

"Um, no," I replied.

“But I think they’ll grow bigger in a few years.”

“Okay!”

John said, standing up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. “Come on, let’s go find your daughter.” Gradually, I was starting to get used to the discrepancy between my feelings and my actions.

In a daze, I led John to Jenny’s room on the second floor.

Even through the door, the music coming from her room was terrifyingly loud, so I had to bang on the door a few times.

After a while, the music stopped, and Jenny opened the door from the inside.

She was indeed very beautiful, inheriting my black hair and David’s blue eyes, but now there was no good look in her eyes.

“What do you want?”

she asked impatiently.

“Well, Jenny, this is John,” I said, pointing to our guest.

“He wants to see you.”

“Oh!”

Jenny was clearly about to get angry, but she smiled when she saw John.

“Oh, hello, John.”

“Hello, Jenny,” John said.

“Your mother was right, you really are beautiful.”

Jenny blushed and said unexpectedly, “Thank you!” “That’s not a compliment,” John said, looking around.

“Christine, is that your bedroom? Jenny, come with us.” I led them into my and David’s room, and John closed the door behind him.

I could hear the lawnmower downstairs—only a few minutes had passed since John knocked and came in—but I knew David would be done soon.

I couldn’t be sure what he would think of us now.

John put down his backpack, looked around the room, and rubbed his hands together. “Looks like you have good taste, Christine. It’s beautiful downstairs and here.” “Thank you,” I said, genuinely pleased with his compliment and once again realizing how handsome he really was.

“You and Jenny are both very attractive women,”

he continued.

“Well, so beautiful it’s almost suffocating. Why don’t you take off your outer clothes so I can get a good look at your bodies? Come on, both of you!” I was both surprised and, without hesitation, did as he said.

I kicked off my slippers, unbuttoned my skirt, and took it off.

Then I unbuttoned my blouse, took it off, and threw it on the floor.

Now I was only wearing a black lace bra and panties, a birthday present from David (though more like a gift to himself); I didn’t usually wear them, but it was Saturday, and all my other underwear was dirty and lying in the laundry basket.

Jenny didn’t usually wear shoes at home, so she only needed to take off her skirt and t-shirt.

Her young breasts were tightly encased in the white bra, but I could tell they would soon grow to a very alluring size.

Her face was red, probably because I was standing in front of her, as I was just as embarrassed.

Why were we doing this?

I hesitated.

The situation now seemed as if we couldn't resist John, or rather, we had absolutely no intention of disobeying him, just like two puppets being manipulated.

It felt strange, but nothing unpleasant.

"Very good, very good," he nodded, his burning gaze sweeping over us.

I felt my face flush even more, but I also increasingly enjoyed his admiration.

He opened his backpack and took out a Paul Frank camera.

"Just stay still! Smile!"

We both did as he said, and John quickly pressed the shutter, one shot, two shots, then he put the camera down.

As he approached us, I clearly felt my breathing quicken, and my legs became hot and wet.

Undeniably, I was being aroused by this teenager, and unusually excited.

John approached me first, placing his hand on my buttocks, looking into my eyes and smiling.

As his hand caressed my body, I trembled with excitement, then his hand returned to my buttocks and thighs, kneading them vigorously.

I felt my body unconsciously drawing closer to him. As he kissed me, I absentmindedly parted my lips, letting his tongue slip in and recklessly savor my taste.

Although I knew my daughter Jenny was watching, I couldn't control myself.

John's hand moved to my breasts, and I groaned helplessly.

He gently caressed them through my bra a few times, then his fingers slid inside the edge, kneading my nipples.

My bra opened in the front, and it didn't take long for it to come undone.

He pulled it down, followed by a long caress.

My body was incredibly hot, and our tongues danced joyfully in our mouths.

"Put your hands behind your head," he whispered.

I immediately raised my hands, and with that movement, my breasts stood erect, my hard nipples pressing against John's palms.

He then placed his hands on my hips, and instead, his mouth tightly sucked on my nipples.

The pleasure intensified, and I moaned incessantly. Each time John alternated sucking on my nipples, I felt suffocated.

I longed to hold him, to press his lovely face tightly against my chest, but he told me to put my hands behind my head, forcing myself to remain upright.

After a while, John stopped and walked towards Jenny.

Disappointment washed over me, and seeing my daughter receiving the same treatment as me made my face flush again.

I remained in the position John had instructed, watching him embrace Jenny, their tongues locked in a wet, passionate kiss, his hands fondling her breasts. My breathing grew heavier.

His technique was excellent, indicating he must have done this many times.

Now he had removed Jenny's bra, and I could clearly hear her heavy breathing as he teased her nipples.

Her breasts were erect, looking no smaller than mine.

As he began to suckle her beautiful nipples, Jenny murmured ecstatically, "Oh, so good, again, again." A minute or two later, he picked up his camera again.

We were both in the exact same pose, hands behind our heads, breasts thrust out, smiling at the flashing camera lights.

"Now," he said, "I want you both to touch your own breasts, try to get aroused. But turn around so the other person can see you." We understood his words and did as he said.

I cupped my breasts in my hands, constantly rubbing my areolas with my thumbs.

Jenny across from me did the same; her breasts were beautiful—her nipples even more alluring, almost identical to mine.

Lost in thought, I unconsciously began to knead my own nipples.

I wondered if Jenny felt the same way I did?

Oh my god, it felt so good!

I was getting wetter and wetter; my panties were probably already dripping wet.

I looked at Jenny; her panties were already soaked too.

Oh my god, it felt so good!

If I didn't stop, I was going to explode.

So focused on massaging my breasts, I didn't even notice John had stopped taking pictures.

I was startled when his hand grabbed my buttocks.

Jenny across from me was also muttering something incoherently. Looking closer, I realized John's right hand was caressing her buttocks.

Jenny moaned, shifting her body slightly towards him.

John's left hand finally slipped inside my underwear, exploring between my legs. His right hand, like his left hand in a mirror, was also exploring Jenny's private parts.

The wonderful sensation in my lower body made me hum softly with pleasure. Jenny's reaction was even stronger; she closed her eyes tightly and was actually sobbing incessantly.

John's fingers slid around inside my underwear, stirring my love juices, occasionally pausing to tease my clitoris.

Then one of his fingers slipped inside me, then two, three, four.

They moved around inside, leaving only his thumb to rhythmically press on my clitoris.

With each press of his thumb, my hands, which were clutching my breasts, involuntarily tightened, and the moans in my throat, though low, wouldn't stop.

I also heard Jenny's moans. Her face flushed with excitement, she bit her lip, her hands rapidly squeezing her two snow-white mounds, completely captivated by John's teasing.

I was almost there, I could almost hear the footsteps of orgasm. As all my thoughts were slowly consumed by pleasure, I repeatedly craved, "Oh, faster, continue, oh, continue." I realized I was shouting the same phrase, "Please, continue, oh, faster, continue..." When it came, my body felt like it exploded, waves of pleasure surging through my mind.

I probably screamed, but I couldn't hear myself screaming, nor could I hear Jenny's voice, although I could clearly see her trembling like a woman in labor, welcoming the same overwhelming orgasm.

I don't know how long it lasted, but it was definitely longer than any orgasm I had ever had.

When I regained consciousness, I heard Jenny's unique expression of pleasure again—she was whimpering.

Such an intense experience was probably a first for her.

Like me, she was drenched in sweat, her legs trembling as if she were about to collapse.

John smiled at us, withdrawing his hands from our vaginas and placing them on his hips.

If I had resisted at all before, those intentions had completely vanished.

I reached out and hugged him tightly, kissing his lips passionately.

Jenny did the same, our sweaty bodies rubbing against each other as we kissed John.

Together, we quickly stripped him naked.

John was quite thin, but his body was smooth and strong, and his penis was proudly erect.

I was completely mesmerized by the sight before me. Despite having just experienced a powerful orgasm, I found myself craving sex more than ever before, craving his penis to penetrate me.

"Girls, do you like it?"

he teased.

"God!"

Jenny said.

"I've never felt like this before."

"Me neither," I nodded in agreement, "It's wonderful." "Good!"

John smiled at us.

“Now it’s my turn to have some fun. Has anyone here ever done oral sex?” Jenny shook her head. Although she was a little surprised by John’s words, she didn’t seem to be averse to the word “oral sex.”

I nodded eagerly. “I’ve done it a few times.”

“Oh, so now…”

John said, sitting on the edge of the bed and beckoning me to kneel before him.

“You can demonstrate for Jenny.”

I knelt down and licked my lips.

I had never prepared for oral sex so carefully before, even though David liked it very much; I always found it unappealing, and I didn’t like the taste of semen.

But now, I was strangely fascinated by it, even just thinking about what was about to happen made me incredibly excited.

I was going to take his hard penis into my mouth and repay him for the pleasure he had just given me.

His penis wasn’t particularly big (of course, he was still developing), but now it was fully erect, and a drop of semen on top made me eager to taste it.

I tentatively licked the drop of semen into my mouth, and surprisingly, John’s secretions were so delicious.

I saw Jenny kneel down beside me, intently watching my movements, occasionally mimicking my kisses and licking of John.

A few minutes later, John's breathing quickened, and I opened my mouth wide, taking more of

his penis in, sucking and circling the tip with my tongue. My hands supported the base, rising and falling with my head, occasionally pressing against John's testicles.

It felt wonderful; I couldn't help but wonder why I'd never noticed how satisfying oral sex could be before.

John's technique was excellent.

Although his breathing was faster, he still stroked my hair, encouraging me to increase the speed, showing no sign of giving up.

I wasn't worried about my progress, because I was enjoying every minute immensely.

My other hand began rubbing between my legs, accompanied by the rising gasps of John and Jenny.

Finally, he said, "Alright, Christine. Now let your daughter try." I pulled his penis out of my mouth, feeling somewhat disappointed.

As I moved aside, Jenny immediately took over.

Her hands were buried inside her panties, rubbing her vulva incessantly.

Interestingly, the scene before me only fueled my excitement; Jenny seemed eager, yet somewhat bewildered.

"Tell her what to do, Christine," John suggested, his words making me take a deep breath.

"Hmm! First, try licking it. Start with the head…good…now lick up and down. Oh. Good. Now, try sucking it into your mouth. Don't squeeze too hard. Circle it with your tongue. Good. Now move your head up and down, as if he's doing it to your mouth. Hold it in your hands…don't grip too tightly…now stroke it a couple of times." Jenny followed my instructions diligently, her nostrils opening and closing with the head movements as she could only breathe through her nose.

She moaned instinctively, a sign of her pleasure. John sighed, closed his eyes, and began rocking her head back and forth like a saddle.

Jenny's breasts joined the swaying motion, and I found my gaze increasingly drawn to those beautiful mounds.

Her other hand never stopped masturbating. Watching her fiddling and probing, I couldn't help but rub my own vulva, while my other hand returned to my breasts, kneading my nipples.

"Good, now Jenny, try to speed things up. Right, like this, John will like this. Keep going, oh, keep going." "I'm going to cum," John suddenly said.

Jenny's eyes widened, but she didn't stop.

John's penis throbbed, and Jenny swallowed repeatedly.

Her voice was whimpering; her climax seemed imminent.

Sure enough, a short while later, Jenny suddenly gasped and fell backward, John's last spurt of semen spraying directly onto her face.

She rolled around on the floor, frantically rubbing her vulva, then screamed as she climaxed.

I also ejaculated, though not as intensely as the first time, but it still felt wonderful.

All three of us needed to rest for a while.

Jenny simply lay on the floor, eyes closed, taking several long breaths.

After a while, she scooped the semen off her face with her fingers and licked it; she seemed to really enjoy the taste.

I could smell it, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like. Although I had never liked semen, it belonged to John, and I so wished it could be shot into my mouth, or even better, into my vagina!

John rested for a while, then turned and smiled at me.

I found myself trembling uncontrollably. God, I really wanted to have sex with him.

Since marrying David, I've never felt so aroused by a man.

Thinking of David, I noticed the weeding outside had stopped. What if he came upstairs and saw us like this?

"Don't worry about your husband," John said calmly. "He won't come up." I was startled. "

Can you tell what I'm thinking?" "

Well, I can tell some things. But it's mostly your emotions. Are you using birth control pills?" He was ready to make love to me, and a sense of smugness rose within me.

"No—but I'm using an IUD." (Note: IUD is an artificial contraceptive ring.) "Great."

He stood up and stretched.

"Why don't you take off your underwear and lie on the bed?"

he suggested.

I quickly pulled off my shorts, lay back on the bed, and struck what I considered my most seductive pose.

John chuckled and picked up his camera to take a picture.

He'd already taken quite a few. Although I was curious about his motives, I didn't have the energy to ask him.

"Spread your legs wider," he said.

I obediently spread my legs wide, and then the flash went off a few times.

He put down the camera and climbed onto the bed.

His penis hung limply, and I wondered when it would recover from the oral sex.

I wanted him to fuck me, the sooner the better.

He read my mind and sat down beside me.

"I like to save the best for last, Christine, so don't rush it." He bent down and kissed my lips, his tongue tracing down my body, my ears, my neck, and my nipples.

Then he paused and said to Jenny,

"Jenny, take some pictures with my camera. You know how to use a PowerColor, right?" "Yes," Jenny replied, getting up to get the camera.

John continued to lick my breasts in the flash.

I closed my eyes tightly, the wonderful sensation making me feel like I was in heaven.

He sucked on one nipple, then the other after a while.

Then his tongue moved to my stomach, but I twitched because of his fingers rubbing against my buttocks.

He kissed my thigh gently again, and I involuntarily spread my legs wider, hoping he would enter.

The flash went off again; I could feel the red glow on my eyelids.

But what I noticed more was that John's breath was now on my vulva, and then he began to lick me.

Flash.

My excitement continued to rise, even surpassing my previous two orgasms—something I had never imagined.

He stopped licking my vulva, and I opened my eyes to see him kneeling between my legs.

His penis was incredibly hard.

"Are you ready?"

he teased.

"Yes, yes, God!"

I blurted out.

He leaned down, pressing himself against me.

I felt his penis slowly slide in until it was fully inside.

"How does it feel?"

he asked, his voice just inches from my face.

"It's amazing," I exclaimed.

"So comfortable."

"God created you beautiful women for sex, Christine," he said.

His entire weight was on me, but I didn't feel any discomfort.

He began to slowly thrust in and out, feeling his penis fit so perfectly into my vagina.

As he kissed me, I could taste my own fluids.

Jenny probably took another picture, but I was too preoccupied to notice anything else; all I cared about was the man I was now one with.

After kissing for a while, he leaned back and took one of my nipples into his mouth.

I could hear my own moans, as if they came from a distant place.

The flash went off again.

John stopped and said, "That's enough, Jenny. Put down the camera and sit on the edge of the bed." I vaguely saw my daughter sit down beside us, and strangely, I didn't feel anything amiss as she looked at us.

I guessed it would be Jenny's turn next, and I even felt a little hopeful.

John continued talking to her.

"Do you think your mother is beautiful, Jenny?"

he asked.

"Yes," she murmured.

"She looks incredibly sexy."

"Do you like watching me have sex with her?"

She blushed but nodded.

"Okay, now I want you to do something for me, okay?"

"Okay, anything," Jenny replied hastily.

"I want you to suckle her breasts while I'm having sex with her. Will you do that?" Jenny's face turned even redder, but she didn't hesitate much.

She knelt down and stuck out her tongue to lick my right nipple, while John moved to my left.

After a few licks, Jenny swallowed it, sucking and circling it with her tongue.

I closed my eyes tightly, feeling as if I were floating on an ocean of ecstasy.

Two mouths were teasing my nipples, and a hard penis was thrusting into my vagina.

I don't know how long this went on, but then everything seemed to stop.

Every now and then, John and Jenny would stop to kiss each other a few times before returning to my breasts.

This went on for a long time, and I hovered on the verge of orgasm.

John changed positions.

He propped himself up, lifting my legs together.

The new position made the friction between his penis and my labia almost unbearable; I could clearly hear the footsteps of my orgasm.

John increased the speed of his thrusts, while Jenny continued to relentlessly lick my breasts, her beautiful hair cascading over my body.

"Alright, Christine," he said, his breathing heavy, his facial muscles tense, "you join in!" As soon as he finished speaking, my orgasm came instantly. My

whole body felt like it had fallen into the sea, the dazzling pleasure like surging waves crashing against me until it washed away all my other senses, etching this unparalleled sensation into my mind. With

each ebb and flow, I gasped for breath.

Like a drowning person struggling to breathe with the rise and fall of the tide, I opened my mouth wide to keep from suffocating.

As the climax subsided, I finally opened my eyes and found John on top of me, his penis still deeply inside me, while Jenny curled up like a cat beside me.

We both rested for a while.

I couldn't help but wonder what David was doing.

John had said David wouldn't bother us, so he shouldn't have come upstairs.

John had clearly taken control of both of us.

It sounded absolutely terrifying, but I didn't feel a single bit nervous.

I guessed he had probably removed my fear, and also removed my original moral constraints and self-control.

But I didn't feel a trace of hatred.

John finally withdrew from my body, lying on his back on the bed, still recovering.

His penis hung limply to one side, glistening in the sunlight because it was covered in our love juices.

"Jenny," he asked, turning his head.

"Hmm?"

she answered immediately, not noticing that my arms were wrapped around her, and her head was resting on my shoulder.

Strangely, although we were both completely naked, neither of us felt anything was wrong.

"Are you still a virgin?"

John asked.

Jenny blushed, glanced at me, and said, "No." "Really? I see. How many times have you had sex in the past?"

"Three times," she answered.

"With my boyfriend. His name is also John," she thought for a moment and added.

"That John is lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend like you," John said with a smile.

"You know all this, Christine?"

"No," I was actually quite shocked.

Although I knew that Jenny and her boyfriend had recently gotten quite close.

"Always the last one to know," he muttered under his breath.

"Well, so do you want me to do you, Jenny?"

"Oh, yes!"

she exclaimed happily, but immediately corrected herself, blushing.

“I mean, I’m willing! Please begin.”

“When I was having sex with your mother just now, were you also excited?” Her face flushed even more, but she answered honestly, “Yes.” Then she asked cautiously, “Did you make me do this?” “Make you do what?”

John asked with interest.

“Did you…make me watch you…have sex with her?”

“Well, partly,” he said.

“The emotions are your own; I just removed some of your moral constraints and then…give you some stimulation in certain ways. Don’t you like it?” His tone sounded somewhat worried.

“No,” Jenny quickly reassured him.

“It’s just…I feel a little different than usual.”

“How are you, Christine?”

John asked.

“Well, I know you’re the one who made us this way, although I don’t understand how you did it, but I’m not too bothered by these things. I just feel a little different as usual.” “Of course,” John said with a smile.

"This is definitely not your usual afternoon. Okay, Christine, want something more exciting?" My heart was pounding. This was certainly not an ordinary afternoon, but it was incredibly exciting.

"Of course!"

"Why don't you come and prepare Jenny and me?"

Although I was exhausted, I carried out his order without hesitation, like a soldier.

I gently put Jenny down from my shoulder, and she lay on the bed on all fours. I began to warm his limp penis with my mouth.

I could taste both of our love juices at the same time, and to my surprise, I actually found them quite delicious, especially his salty semen.

Because I kept sucking and swallowing between his legs, it only took a while for his penis to become erect.

John turned to Jenny and asked, "Are you taking birth control pills?"

"No," Jenny replied, "my boyfriend and I use condoms." "Then you should know how to put one on. I have some condoms in my bag, go get one. And," he added as she obediently got up, "take a picture of your mother first." I could feel a flush rise to my face at his words.

Under the flash, John became erect again; his ability to recover was so strong that I couldn't help but wonder if it was some kind of supernatural power at work.

He gently stroked my hair, and I immediately stood up as if on command, giving Jenny my place.

Jenny continued to suck his penis a few more times, then carefully rolled the condom around his penis.

John leaned back on the bed, instructing Jenny to crawl to his side.

"Have you ever been on top? Oh, so this will be your first time. Take it slow." Jenny straddled him, guiding his penis into her body with her hand.

John told her to pause for a moment, while instructing me to take some good pictures.

I did as she said, and to get a clear shot of the tip of my penis tightly connected to Jenny's beautiful petals, I tried several different angles.

Then, Jenny slowly lowered herself, enjoying the pleasure of my penis filling her lower body.

From her unrestrained moans, I knew how immersed she was.

"Oh," she said, her tone excited.

"It's wonderful, absolutely perfect."

I knew what she was moaning; I'd just experienced that feeling myself.

With each rise and fall of her body, I took several more photos, from behind and from the front—close-ups of the throbbing penis in her overflowing vagina, and tender sketches of a man's hands caressing her breasts.

Jenny gradually adjusted to the position and began to quicken her pace, moaning softly as she pounded John's hips like a pile driver.

She looked incredibly sexy—like a goddess from a medieval painting, the flush of love flowing from her face to her breasts.

I drifted into daydreams, wondering if I'd felt that sexy just now; after all, Jenny and I were quite similar.

I remembered John saying that God created beautiful women like you for sex?

Now it seemed how right he was.

"Christine," John said, clearly enjoying himself for a moment.

"Yes, John?"

I replied.

"Did you like Jenny sucking your breasts earlier?"

he asked.

My face flushed, but I agreed without hesitation, "Yes, I like it very much." "Then, don't you think you should reciprocate?"

Although his suggestion was somewhat surprising, I couldn't find a reason to refuse.

So I sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at my daughter's breasts, watching her frantically straddle this stranger, endlessly offering her virginity.

Her breasts spoke of her youth; they were taut, their small size, barely enough to be grasped in one hand, prevented from losing their shape with her wildness.

Her nipples were large and erect, proudly responding to my gaze.

I suddenly had the urge to lick them—wasn't that something only men felt?

Like other women, I had always thought that men's urges and fantasies about women's breasts were ridiculous, but now I myself was deeply captivated by them.

Jenny slowed down as I approached her, because my tongue was tentatively tracing her erect, red nipples.

She was trembling.

"How does it feel, Jenny?"

John asked with a smile.

"So good," she gasped, "Oh, Mom, don't stop, keep going..." I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking, my tongue circling it, feeling the pulse of her body.

On the other side, my fingers mirrored the movements of my tongue.

As Jenny swallowed and released John's penis, I almost lost control of the cherry in my mouth.

She was close to orgasm, and John reached out to tease her clitoris, Jenny's voice rising an octave.

The three of us entangled for a few minutes, mechanically repeating the same movements, until Jenny reached her peak, her body stiffening, her moans turning into screams.

I clearly saw her love juice gushing out endlessly, just like mine before, and finally, just like before, she collapsed, exhausted, stretching out her arms and legs, the only difference being that Jenny collapsed onto John.

John held her tightly for a moment, then gently placed her on the bed.

His penis, withdrawn from Jenny's vagina, was still raised—he hadn't ejaculated yet?—then he smiled at me.

“Come lie down on the bed, Christine,” he guided me, “spread your legs.” I immediately lay down, my legs wide open, anxiously awaiting his second penetration.

But he only stroked my back, his hand sliding down, finally stopping on my buttocks.

Before I could even be surprised, John parted my buttocks, the tip of his penis already pressed against my rectum.

I could even feel Jenny's vaginal fluid flowing in.

“Have you ever tried having someone fuck your ass, Christine?”

he asked.

“No,” I answered.

I hadn’t even considered it, my mind filled with worry about the pain, and I didn’t have time to care about John’s slightly vulgar words.

But why should I care?

Nothing.

I felt no pain whatsoever, not even a shadow of pain.

I was so relaxed in front of him that he penetrated me with ease.

The feeling of a penis entering and exiting the anus was completely different from all other forms of sex; although it was somewhat terrifying to think about, it wasn’t too uncomfortable.

In fact, as he began to thrust slowly, I gradually seemed to enjoy it.

He lay on my back, his weight pressing down on me, which increased the feeling of fullness in my lower body.

Then he leaned forward, teasingly licking my earlobe.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Unable to bear the tickling in my ear, I turned to the side, but my hips thrust back, firmly grasping this fresh and full sensation.

"Go ahead," John replied.

"Why do you still sell encyclopedias?"

I asked.

John laughed, and even his penis throbbed a few times inside me.

God, I've become so lewd, because I actually like this.

"Are you wondering why I didn't just ask for your wallet?"

"Yeah, it should be easy for you."

"Exactly, but wouldn't that be a bit immoral?"

I couldn't help but laugh, though I was a little out of breath. "Is it moral to let a strange woman have sex with you?" "Heh heh, I guess so," he agreed. "But to some extent, I wouldn't humiliate her, and I would make sure she enjoyed it herself, and not create unnecessary trouble for her. Like, her husband, boyfriend, or something like that. Take you, for example, do you think anything is worse now than before?" "I don't think so," I said.

"I don't have any instructions for this ability," John laughed.

"So I have to have some principles of my own."

"Have you done this with a lot of women?"

Even though I knew the answer, I couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, yes," he laughed even louder. "What are you thinking? In the beginning, I didn't restrain myself much, so yes, I've done it with a lot of women... classmates, teachers, then neighbors, my mother..." "Your mother!"

I was speechless with surprise.

"Yes, you just sucked Jenny's breasts, and you seemed to enjoy it, didn't you? Mom is one of my favorites. It took me a long time to convince myself, but I have to admit, incest is incredibly exciting. Don't you think?" He thought for a moment, then continued, "To repay you for your hospitality today, I'll give you both some gifts. From now on, some past issues will no longer bother you, how about it?" I sighed, the penis inside me thrusting faster.

"Oh. Okay."

“Actually,” John muttered to himself, “I think I’ll give you another gift… I hope you’ll be happy then.” We stopped talking, and Jenny, now recovered from her orgasm, looked at us curiously.

For a few minutes, John’s pumping thrusts brought me closer to a second climax.

Finally, his heavy breathing reached my ears, “I’m going to cum, Christine.” Interestingly, those words seemed to trigger my excitement.

“Cum, John,” I yelled, “Cum inside me, cum in my ass, oh God!” He cummed, and so did I.

We lay there heavily for a while, then John pulled his penis out of me.

The final friction almost brought me to another orgasm.

His hand stroked my hair, his voice soft and gentle, “If you have any questions about the encyclopedia—or anything—my phone number is on the contract. Enjoy your gift, Christine!” The whole room swirled around me, and I realized I was out of the bedroom, on my way downstairs.

I was still naked, but I didn't seem bothered by it.

I kept walking, the sound of the television coming from the back house clearly telling me where David was.

He saw me enter the house and was obviously shocked by my nakedness.

I knelt down in front of him, my hands reaching towards his crotch.

"Good evening, darling," I greeted him.

He was speechless with surprise, especially when I put his erect penis in my mouth; his eyes nearly popped out.

"Christine, you're doing… oh my god!"

he made that sound as I started moving my tongue.

I was enjoying it just like when I was giving John oral sex, making me wonder if it was a gift from John, but I couldn't concentrate on it; my mind was filled with lewd thoughts.

Why had I never realized my husband was so sexy before?

"God, Christine, you're incredible," he roared.

There was a warm feeling in his voice, and I inexplicably had an urge to try something.

I pulled his penis out (though he offered some feigned resistance), and I grabbed my breasts with both hands, sandwiching his penis between them.

I had heard of this before, but never had the courage to actually do it.

It felt wonderful as I began to rub his penis up and down.

"Do you like it, darling?"

I asked.

"More than just like it, God!"

Hearing his words, I felt another surge of desire.

I continued to breastfeed David, gradually increasing the speed.

A few minutes later, David shuddered, "I'm going to cum, darling." I immediately released my breasts and took David's penis into my mouth. His penis was rather long, so I had to hold it in my right hand to avoid hurting my throat while stroking it.

David soon couldn't hold back, and salty semen flooded my mouth. I swallowed it casually; I must admit, ever since I tasted John's, I've grown to like it more and more.

David finished ejaculating, and I spat out his penis, smiling as I watched him.

He fastened his loose pants and helped me to my feet.

"Come on!"

he said.

With a slight squat, he scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom.

I then realized that for our ages, David could still lift me so easily; it was truly remarkable.

The bedroom was empty, but Jenny's door was closed, and the sounds coming from inside told me John hadn't left.

David seemed oblivious; he tossed me onto the bed and quickly stripped off his clothes.

I smiled, arms and legs outstretched, eagerly awaiting our union.

"Come on, darling!"

I urged him, his penis fully erect before me. Then David pounced on me, penetrating me. My mind went blank; for a long time, I couldn't remember anything.

Actually, we both forgot some things—for example, neither of us had thought about dinner, which made waking up in the morning quite unpleasant.

When Jenny woke up, John was gone, leaving only the encyclopedia receipt.

His first gift, just as he said, helped me prioritize my work and return home early every day.

I no longer needed to diet or go to the gym—because my former love for junk food had vanished without a trace.

After years of struggling to lose weight, I'd lost five pounds without doing anything.

With my slimmer figure, I also felt more energetic.

I didn't ask Jenny, but I'm sure she'd experienced the same changes.

Her grades improved rapidly, and she grew increasingly attractive.

The second gift…

David and I, who used to have sex once or twice a month, now have sex at least once a day.

I used to hesitate about new positions, but now I'm the one frequently offering suggestions.

David seemed very happy; his nonchalant acceptance of my changes must have been orchestrated by John, though I had no complaints.

David didn't even blink when he heard I wanted anal sex.

I increasingly liked my changes—although I slept very little each day, I wasn't tired at all.

John's gifts didn't stop there, something I hadn't realized for a while.

One night, David was away on a business trip and didn't come home. I had something to ask Jenny, so I knocked on her door.

She appeared before me, wearing only a bra and shorts.

The sudden shock left me completely stunned, forgetting why I had knocked on the door in the first place.

Her alluring cleavage, the curve of her hips, her firm thighs, her graceful figure… it was as if I were seeing all of this for the first time, a surge of lustful desire welling up inside me.

Jenny was just as uncomfortable as I was, her face flushed as she smiled.

“Good evening, Mom… are you thinking the same thing as me?” “I think so,” I replied, panting.

I approached her and, stiffly, with a hint of fear, kissed her lips.

She closed her eyes and sighed.

I reached out and embraced her, kissing her more deeply, our tongues intertwining, dancing joyfully.

I gently removed her bra and reached out to caress her breasts.

After kissing them for a while, I took turns sucking on her nipples.

Jenny began to moan, and I, as if encouraged, knelt down and pulled down her shorts.

Her flowerbed was glistening with love juice, and the scent emanating from it made me lose myself.

"I love you, Mom," Jenny murmured.

"I love you too, darling,"

I whispered, and then my face buried itself in her flowerbed… We became lovers, trying every sexual thing we'd never even dared to dream of before.

In tight embraces, she told me about her promiscuity with her boyfriend, and I described my debauchery with David.

David must have known what was going on, but he didn't seem to care much; we maintained a high frequency of sex, and I grew to love him more and more.

Jenny and I had talked about sleeping together as a threesome with David.

I was sure he'd absolutely love the idea.

Jenny herself wasn't ready yet, but I believed it wouldn't be long.

I couldn't wait.

Oh, and the encyclopedia arrived on time—it's incredibly useful.

I think everyone should have one; it's hard to imagine how we've managed all these years without it.

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