Family Appointment

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Family Appointment (Disclaimer: This article is purely fictional. It contains a large amount of pornography, sex, perversion, and incest! If you are under 18 years old or feel offended by such content, please close or delete this article immediately, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences.) Family Appointment: New Family Concepts. As usual, Dad said he had an important client to meet today and was going to dinner. He wouldn't be back until very late and told Mom and me not to wait for him. Then he grabbed his purse, opened the door, and left. After
closing the door, I turned around and saw Mom sitting on the sofa, smiling at me.
I excitedly carried Mom to the bed and kissed her happily. At the same time, I pressed her shoulders down and pushed her onto the bed. Through her outer clothes, I pulled open her already loose underwear, and my tongue slid from her mouth to her white breasts.
Mom couldn't wait to take off her skirt, and I pulled open her white panties, exposing the pink part between her dark pubic hair, and then sucked on her two plump labia.
"Good son, hurry up and insert it into Mommy, okay?" Mom wrapped her legs around my shoulders and pressed her hands against my head, which was moving against her genitals. She said she couldn't wait any longer.
Of course, I'm a dutiful son, so I quickly took off my pants and then spread Mommy's legs apart. Mommy guided my hard penis with her hands and inserted it into her wet vagina. My body began to move gently. Mommy also rhythmically matched my insertion with her lower body.
"Oh……………………Hmm…………………………Good boy………………………" she let out a soft moan.
I inserted rhythmically, occasionally increasing the speed, and Mommy endured the waves of pleasure in her lower body, not making a sound. Because my sister was doing her homework next door.
My speed increased, and Mommy excitedly grabbed the sheets next to her, making a mess of them. Suddenly, it seemed that Mommy was about to have an orgasm, and the fluid secreted from her lower body began to increase. This made my insertion even smoother. With a few tremors, her body went limp. Immediately afterwards, I reached my climax, forcefully ejaculating all my semen into her body. Then, panting, I lay down beside my mother, savoring the intense pleasure with her.
I said, "Mom, I think I came a little too quickly this time." She laughed and said, "Maybe? But I don't remember anything anymore." Her voice was weak.
After resting for a while, my mother got out of bed to wash the semen off her genitals. I then tidied my clothes and went to the living room to turn on the TV. A little while later, I saw my mother walk past me, smelling faintly of perfume, heading to the kitchen to make dinner.
My illicit relationship with my mother had been going on for three months. I still remember how embarrassed I was the first time we were together. Fortunately, people in the new century are quick to accept new ideas, so my mother and I gradually felt guilty. If my mother hadn't discovered my father's affair, I'd probably still be fantasizing about her.
My father is a department manager at a foreign company, surrounded by countless women, and he's always been a womanizer. Before marriage, my father had a long history of affairs. So it was hard for my shrewd mother not to find out, and having lost her affection, she resolved to stop caring about him. To avoid distracting my older sister who was taking the postgraduate entrance exam this year, my mother only superficially maintained the appearance of a family, but in reality, she had a deep estrangement from my father.
Moreover, my mother's age is the prime of a woman's life. At 37, she dressed beautifully and sexily every day, sometimes looking like she was only in her early 30s. This gave me a good mood every day. And I secretly made a resolution to get my mother into bed.
These days, there are quite a few people like me who have had sexual experiences in high school. And a large number of boys have affairs with their mothers. A commentary put it well: the era of mother fixation has arrived. I think this is a common phenomenon in society. Fortunately, I haven't fallen behind, and my mother easily accepts this concept. This means that we often share a bed and enjoy sexual climaxes together. I wonder what my father would do if he found out? Divorce? Let him be. Divorce means dividing the property equally. My mother and I, of course, wouldn't have to worry about that. It
was drizzling outside. Dad was at work and hadn't come home yet, and my sister was at school, so I was home alone. I was watching TV absentmindedly; a woman on the screen was crying for the man who had left her.
Just then, the phone rang. I answered, and my mother's voice came through: "Son, Mom doesn't have a raincoat. I just took a taxi downstairs. I bought a lot of things. Come down and get me..." "Okay, Mom, I'll be right down." I quickly put on my clothes and shoes, grabbed an umbrella, and went to the stairwell. Just then, the door clicked shut behind me. I remembered I'd forgotten my key, but I thought it was okay; Mom had it.
Downstairs, I saw Mom standing at the entrance of the complex carrying some things. I opened my umbrella and ran over. Luckily, she wasn't soaked yet. I took the bags from her, and we walked together down the stairs.
Entering the elevator, I looked at my mother beside me. Her hair was wet, as if she'd just taken a shower, and her beautiful face looked stunning in the rain. Through her white coat, her bra was clearly visible, her white breasts as beautiful as lotus flowers just emerging from the water.
The elevator moved silently. I put down the bag I was carrying, put my arm around my mother's shoulder, and she asked, "What are you doing?" I said, "I want to." My mother said, "Are you crazy? Let's go home." I said, "Mom, I forgot my keys inside. Do you have them?" My mother said, "I don't have any either. My keys are at home too." This time, we really couldn't get in. But I was so attracted by my mother's beauty that I couldn't resist, so I asked her to turn around. My mother said, "No, what if someone comes up in the elevator?" I didn't care about that. I only wanted to finish my task as quickly as possible, so I ignored my mother's worries and lifted her white gauze skirt from behind. Her pantyhose and underwear were revealed. I pulled down the pantyhose and underwear, and that familiar black honey hole was presented before my eyes, but it was dry inside.
"No, let go!" my mother shouted, stopping me.
"It's okay," I said. "If someone's on any floor, the number will light up. Just put your skirt down and you won't be able to see anything." Seeing my determination, Mom fell silent, but I could feel her heart pounding faster, and so did mine; I was terrified. But the more afraid I was, the more I wanted it.
So I unzipped my pants, pulled out my already rock-hard penis, and Mom leaned in. I parted her tender flesh and thrust in. Mom cried out in pain. Because Mom wasn't in the mood at all, there was no lubrication; it was very dry, which inevitably hurt.
I silently continued with Mom. The elevator had reached our 8th floor. The doors slowly opened; the hallway was empty. So Mom and I continued our rhythmic movements in the elevator. After a while, the elevator doors closed automatically and stopped on the 8th floor.
I kept thrusting for a while, and Mom finally reacted; a large amount of fluid flowed out, dripping onto the elevator floor and her pantyhose. This made my thrusting smoother. Afraid someone might appear and ruin my moment, I pressed the button for the top floor, "30," and the elevator began to rise.
My mother suppressed the fleeting pleasure in her lower body, trying not to cry out. I also silently writhed back and forth. The elevator slowly ascended to higher floors, soon reaching the 30th.
The doors opened and closed automatically. Our elevator stopped on the 30th floor, but I couldn't ejaculate, and my panic grew stronger.
Just then, button 1 lit up; someone was coming downstairs. The elevator began to descend, 29, 28, 27… In the blink of an eye, it reached the 20th floor, but neither my mother nor I had reached orgasm. I frantically gripped my mother's buttocks and moved violently. The elevator relentlessly descended to the first floor… Suddenly, I felt an urge to ejaculate, and I told my mother. My mother pulled my penis out from between her legs, then pulled up her pantyhose and took my penis into her mouth, sucking hard.
I followed her tongue, pressed her head down, and vigorously shook my hips, occasionally glancing at the elevator floor numbers. 13, 12, 11… 8th floor. I wanted the elevator to stop, but pressing the 8 button didn't work. The elevator continued its terrifying descent. 7, 6, 5… My mother didn't make a sound, persistently sucking my penis with her warm little mouth. Just as the elevator reached the second floor, a warm stream shot out from my body, white fluid flowing from the corner of my mother's mouth. She quickly took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, while I swiftly stuffed my still-erect penis into my pants and zipped it up. Just as I straightened up, the elevator reached the first floor, and the doors opened.
My mother and I embraced as we stepped out of the elevator; I almost fell over. After the man entered the elevator, my mother glared at me and said, "Don't do that again! You almost scared me to death!"
I breathed a sigh of relief; it really was terrifying! But where can you find this kind of thrill normally? ♂Birthday
Gift Today is my mom's birthday, and I spent the whole class thinking about what kind of gift to give her. When the bell rang, I ran out of the school. Arriving at the boutique, I was overwhelmed by the dazzling array of gifts; the prices were definitely beyond my reach. What to do? With a jumbled mix of emotions, I persevered until school was over.
When I got home, my mom was cooking in the kitchen. I smelled the aroma and went to the kitchen. I thought I'd be drawn in by the fragrant stir-fries, but instead, I saw my mom wearing a loose top and an apron, cooking. She was only wearing white underwear. Her snow-white thighs were right in front of me. Seeing me, she giggled.
I said, "Mom, you look so beautiful..." Mom said, "You naughty son. Did you forget it's my birthday? You have to give Mom a gift." I said, "Okay, Mom, on this special day, I'll give you a special gift. Come on." My mom curiously followed me into the room. I closed the door, frantically pushed my mother down onto the bed, pulled off her annoying apron, and pulled down her panties. I was shocked! My mother's body hair was completely shaved, and her pink vulva looked exceptionally clean. I said, "Mom, why did you decide to shave all your hair?"
My mother said she liked the feeling.
I said I liked it too, because it looked as pure as a virgin's.
My mother giggled and asked me what the gift was.
I said, "You'll find out soon enough."
Then I spread my mother's legs and began to taste this incredibly clean pink vulva.
My mother's vaginal fluid secreted quickly and in large quantities. It was sweet and had a natural fragrance. It was driving me crazy.
Then I tentatively touched my mother's tightly locked back garden with the tip of my tongue. My mother involuntarily trembled.
"Bad boy, it's dirty there," my mother whispered, reminding me.
After a long while, my penis was already erect. I took off my pants, exposing my penis.
I sucked on her entire anus, circling it with the tip of my tongue.
This movement spread Mom's legs even wider. So I stood up and aimed my already rock-hard penis at Mom's anus. Because Mom's juices were flowing endlessly, dripping onto her anus, I couldn't resist and thrust in hard. Mom screamed.
I thrust in and out, and Mom screamed loudly, telling me to stop and not to put it in her anus.
I asked Mom if it was pleasure or pain? Mom screamed that it was both, but the pain was more.
I said, "Mom, this is my gift to you."
Mom screamed hysterically, her body responding to my movements. Because her anus was very tight, I ejaculated after a short while. After pulling out my penis, the semen slowly flowed out of her anus.
Mom almost cried out. She said, "You bad son, you're the worst. Don't put it in Mom's anus next time, it hurts so much."
I rubbed Mom's anus with my fingers and kissed it tenderly, saying, "Mom, I'm sorry, I thought you would get used to this."
Mom said it was dirty there and told me not to do it again. I said I'd listen to you, but are you going to accept this gift or not? Mom forced a smile and said she would! I happily said to Mom, "Happy birthday, Mom!" ♂ My
sister's love That evening, I was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. Just as I was getting fed up with the soap opera, my sister came out from the inner room and said she had something to talk to me about. I thought, okay, let's talk. She said she'd make a cup of coffee first.
A little while later, my sister came out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee and placed them on the coffee table in front of me.
I asked, "What is it, sister?" My sister said Mom had something to do tonight and wouldn't be home. She told me to set my own alarm clock to wake up tomorrow morning. I said, "Is that all? I thought it was something big." Then I picked up my coffee and drank it down in one gulp.
Then my sister smiled and went back to her room. I continued watching TV. Gradually, I found myself very sleepy, but I didn't want to leave the sofa. My eyes were forced to stay focused on the TV screen. Until finally, I couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by a throbbing pain in my lower body. I jumped up and rushed to the toilet. Opening the door, I was shocked by what I saw: my academically gifted older sister was sitting on the toilet, her hair disheveled, her breasts, round like balloons, spilling out from her unbuttoned blouse. Her panties were pulled down to her ankles, and she was holding a vibrator, moving it back and forth inside her vagina. Startled by my sudden intrusion, she stopped what she was doing. We stared at each other, dumbfounded. After a long while, my sister finally spoke, "I...I forgot to lock the door..." I stared at her genitals. She suddenly blushed and closed her legs, trying to cover her exposed vulva. I noticed her face was unusually alluring at that moment, beads of sweat clinging to her cheeks like pearls adorning her features. Although my sister was of average appearance, she now had a very well-proportioned figure. Her legs, without any excess fat, were white and alluring, her skin a rosy white—truly captivating.
My urge to urinate had vanished, and I swallowed hard, unsure what to do. Although I was used to seeing my mother naked, I felt an indescribable guilt in front of my sister.
I left the bathroom, closed the door, and returned to my room. I desperately tried to recall what had just happened, my heart pounding, and then my lower body began to stir restlessly again.
A moment later, my sister, without underwear, pushed open the door, took off her disheveled top, and came to my side. She straddled my lap, placed her hands on my shoulders, and whispered my name in close proximity.
I couldn't contain my emotions and placed my hands on my sister's breasts, saying, "Sister, you're so bad, actually seducing your own brother." My sister said, "You're the bad one, peeping at me while I'm in the bathroom." I said, "I didn't peep, it's your fault for not locking the door." My sister didn't speak, but instead kissed me on the lips, inserting her warm tongue into my mouth, exchanging saliva. I wrapped my arms around my sister's slender waist, responding to her tongue. We kissed for a long time before finally parting. I said, "Sister, your boyfriend will be unhappy if you do this." She said I didn't have a boyfriend. I asked why. I'd never heard you mention having a boyfriend before. She said they didn't like me, and besides, I wouldn't even look at them. I tentatively asked her, "Are you still a virgin?" She said, "Of course." I looked at her suspiciously, and she said, "What's so strange about that?" I said, "Of course it's strange! Even middle school students are sleeping around these days. Who would believe you're a virgin?"... She covered my mouth with hers again... I decided to see if my sister was really a virgin. The sweat that had covered her earlier was gone; her skin was dry and gave off a uniquely feminine fragrance. This fragrance drove me crazy. Because I'd never smelled this scent on my mother. The smell on my mother was all from perfume. So I pushed my sister down onto my bed and started kissing her again, kissing her body from head to toe. She lay there motionless, completely at my mercy. When I kissed around her genitals, she sensitively raised her legs in a protective stance. I pressed her smooth legs down with my hands and started kissing them. When I kissed her feet, she whispered, "Don't kiss my feet..." I looked up and asked why. My sister said she was shy and that a girl's feet shouldn't be kissed by a man.
Her words really got me excited. Her white feet were so adorable, like works of art. I kissed them from front to back! At that moment, my lower body felt like it was about to burst, swollen and throbbing with pain. I pulled down my pants, grabbed my sister's legs, and tried to penetrate her. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get it in. The reason was that my sister's vagina was very small; I couldn't find the right spot.
My sister helped me locate it with her hand, and I finally found the secret passage in that garden. When I thrust in and out, I found it very tight, like fucking my mother's anus, which excited me. But after a short while, my sister started screaming. Her hysterical screams left me bewildered. I asked my sister if she was alright. My sister said, "Silly boy, keep going!" Women are so cheap! I thought to myself, but the cheapness only fueled my liking! Then I felt a fishy smell coming from below. Looking down, I saw red blood flowing from my sister's vagina, staining my penis, which startled me! Could this be virgin blood? My sister's body trembled and contracted, her vagina tightening... she had an orgasm. I didn't care anymore, speeding up my thrusts. Because of the tightness of a virgin's vagina, and my excitement, I was about to ejaculate in no time. My sister was different from my mother; my mother had undergone a vasectomy and could ejaculate inside without worry. But my sister was a virgin, and there was a risk of pregnancy. I quickly withdrew my blood-red penis and ejaculated onto her jade-like legs.
I lay down next to my sister, and she said with concern, "Little brother, you must be exhausted." I said, "Of course." My sister said, "Then why did you use so much force?" I said, "I used so much force... I... I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I said, "Didn't you feel good when I used so much force?" My sister smiled and said, "Mmm."
I said, "Sister, I really didn't expect you to really be a virgin?" My sister said, "Of course! I never thought my precious virginity would be given to you—my little brother whom I've watched grow up. I didn't notice when you were little that your penis had grown so powerful? Even Mom is subdued by you."
I was stunned for a moment, looking at her and saying, "What nonsense are you talking about?" I wondered if she knew about what happened between Mom and me. Silly brother, do you think I don't know? Don't forget, our rooms are only separated by a partition wall; Mom's shouts always reach my room. What mischief have you been up to, you little rascal? Do you think I don't know? I was at a loss for words, my face burning with embarrassment. I never imagined my sister would find out about Mom and me. But then I thought, well, if Mom can accept me and my sister, then we can play the threesome! My sister said, "I don't care what you and Mom do, but you can't tell Mom about us."
I asked why. She said, "Can I tell Mom about this?" I said, "Mom is open to new ideas." My sister said, "That's still not allowed! You have to keep it a secret!!" I touched her thigh and said, "Okay." My sister said, "I'm yours now. You're not allowed to see any other women besides Mom and me, or I'll cut your clothes off!" I said, "Why are you making such a fuss? Are you saying I can't have a girlfriend?" My sister said, "Yes. I'm your girlfriend." I said no way, all my friends know you, they'd laugh at me to death if you were my girlfriend. My sister said she didn't care, she'd already made up her mind.
I thought, why not agree to her request? My sister is usually very considerate. Besides, I'm afraid Mom will find out, she'll be furious. If I date my sister secretly, she'll keep quiet. So I agreed to be her boyfriend. Anyway, I don't know any of her friends, and I've never met them before. I can go to school with her without any problem.
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