Mom, me, and my younger brother 1-2

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[Mom, Me, and My Brother]

Chapter One: Mother

I touched my face; the burning handprint from the slap still throbbed with pain. I hated my father; he would beat and scold me at the slightest provocation. Sometimes, even the smallest mistake wouldn't go unpunished

. Not only me, but my mother, my sister, and my brother all suffered the same fate. Sometimes I wondered how my mother could endure him.

A breeze picked up outside. I slowly drew the curtains, gently wiped away my tears, and prepared to take a hot shower to forget today's troubles.

I went into my room and grabbed a few pieces of underwear and pajamas. Suddenly, a slight pain shot through my chest. I touched it; it seemed to be from an accidental bump when I was being beaten. Tears instantly welled up

uncontrollably .

I rushed into the bathroom, tears streaming down my face. On the way, I vaguely saw my mother looking at me sadly.

I closed the door, took off my clothes, and looked in the mirror, where I saw the bruise again. I quickly turned on the shower, stepped into the bathtub, and closed my eyes, letting the cool water

wash . Faintly, I thought I heard myself sobbing.

"Why can't I have a happy home like other eighteen-year-old girls? Why?"

"Knock, knock, knock," came a few knocks at the door. It was my mother's voice: "Can I come in, Mom?"

"Mom? Come in."

My mother opened the door and then closed it again. I wiped the water droplets from my face and saw my mother looking at the bruise on my chest with tears in her eyes.

"Mom!" I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. Ignoring my wet clothes, I hugged my mother tightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I've never stood up for you these past few years. I'm so bad."

"No, no, I know you've suffered a lot too, Mom. I've never blamed you." ...And so, we hugged each other for a while.

After a while, my mother let go of me, then slowly unbuttoned her shirt, saying, "Do you remember how much you loved taking baths with Mom when you were little?"

I nodded vigorously.

"Can I take on the responsibility of being a mother one more time?"

I didn't answer, but instead helped my mother unhook her bra.

My mother should be forty-one years old this year, but she has always maintained a youthful appearance, and her figure has never changed. Sure enough, when I unhooked her bra, a pair of extremely full breasts sprang

out.

I immediately helped my mother take off her pants and underwear. Her dense pubic hair, delicate and snow-white skin, bright red nipples, and long, beautiful legs exuded the charm of a mature woman.

My mother stepped into the bathtub, letting the water wet her body first, and then gently hugged me. In that instant, I felt incredibly calm.

My mother's hand slid to the bruise on my chest, gently stroking it.

I suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my chest, and my whole body trembled involuntarily. I felt so comfortable, so happy.

"Mom," I called out meaninglessly. One hand hugged my mother, and the other hand involuntarily reached between my mother's legs.

In that moment, we seemed to find solace in each other, an outlet for the pain that had accumulated over the years. We forgot our identities, the distance between us, and

our kinship.

My mother's hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts, gently pinching my hardened nipples, my waist, my thighs, my lower abdomen, my…

The cool water made my mother's body slippery, her soft labia covered in sticky fluid. I traced small circles around her clitoris with my middle finger, and with a little force, slid it into my mother's vagina

.

In an instant, my mother groaned "Ah!" Her five fingers, which were holding my breast, tightened. My feelings were soaring to the heavens. I trembled and groaned, and I raised my left leg and hooked it around

my mother's thigh, so that my genitals could rub against the outside of her thigh. At the same time, I increased the number of fingers moving in and out of my mother's vagina to two. I found that my fingers were covered with sticky love fluid.

My mother raised my raised thigh with her right hand, and we lost our balance and both fell down. Thus, my fingers slid out of my mother's vagina, and she parted

my legs, bringing her tongue to my genitals.

My mother, as expected of someone so experienced, first licked the inside of my thighs, circling the outside of my labia majora. Until I couldn't take it anymore, my breathing grew heavier, and then she

attacked my clitoris.

I felt my lower body already producing good fluids, mingling with my mother's saliva to moisten my sensitive area. My mother's tongue moved faster and faster, occasionally slipping inside me. I couldn't resist anymore; my waist unconsciously swayed up and down with the movements of my mother's tongue

. I caressed my breasts, my wet pubic hair, and tried to spread my legs wider to achieve a more intense orgasm. I kept moaning and panting, "Ah!

Ah!" No, I can't take it anymore. A tremor ran through me, and I finally reached orgasm. I pulled my mother closer, pressed my lips to hers, and kissed her deeply.

My mother's lips were covered in my vaginal fluids. A strange smell mixed with a sour taste made me unconsciously insert my fingers into my mother's vagina again.

Her vagina was already engulfing my three fingers like fire. I kept thrusting in and out, sucking on her dark red nipples. I sucked hard, and a little milky fluid

overflowed from her nipples. My mother bit her lip, closed her eyes, and her flushed cheeks were enjoying supreme pleasure.

Her love juices flowed continuously, making her lower body increasingly soft, her entire vulva turning a deep red. I casually picked up a bar of soap and slowly rubbed it around my mother's clitoris. Unexpectedly, following her vaginal fluids, the soap "plop" slid into her vagina,

leaving only a third of it outside.

At the same time, my mother let out a loud "Ah!"

I took out the soap, turned around, and spread my legs so that my vulva met my mother's. Whether it was the soap or our love juices, the slippery feeling made our

friction smoother and more intense.

I deeply felt the softness and heat of my mother's labia. Our clitoris were both erect, and we could even feel each other's. Our moans, the sound of the water splashing, and the friction of our

vaginal fluids made our pleasure unbearable; we reached another climax.

My mother and I washed each other for a while. I felt a little ashamed; after all, she was my mother, how could I…? My mother seemed a little embarrassed too. Had we gone too far? Or perhaps

we hadn't ignored our family bond, but were trying to bridge the generation gap of the past few years in another way!

We dried ourselves off, put on our pajamas, and I led my mother into my room: "Mom, can you sleep with me tonight?"

My mother smiled and nodded.

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Chapter Two: My Younger Brother

I never imagined I'd one day enjoy sex with my mother, but now we not only masturbate each other, we even find it incredibly pleasurable. Although we were both a little

embarrassed , the intense and excruciating climax we'd just experienced prompted me to lead her to my room.

My mother seemed reluctant to leave, silently putting on her pajamas and following me into the room.

I don't know if what happened in the bathroom was considered sex, but I experienced an unprecedented climax, though my hymen probably hadn't broken yet.

I casually closed the door and looked back to see my mother had taken off her pajamas, preparing to get into my bed. She was only wearing a half-cup bra; the two small pink pieces of fabric couldn't cover her

large breasts at all, and the deep cleavage seemed to conceal a burning fire.

Her panties were also pink, almost translucent, and upon closer inspection, the barely visible, alluring parts were incredibly tempting.

As women, we have one advantage over men: we can experience continuous sexual arousal. So when I saw my mother's alluring body, an unnamed

desire arose spontaneously.

I took off my pajamas, even my bra, leaving only my underwear, and crawled into bed.

"Mom, I...I want more," I shamelessly told my mother how I felt. I knew today might be the only day in years I could feel my mother's love.

My mother took my hand and led me to caress her entire body, from her face to her soft lips. She slightly opened her mouth and licked my fingertips with her tongue. Then she took my hand to her slender neck

, her smooth shoulders, and then her breasts and nipples.

I freed one hand to caress my mother's breasts, rubbing and playing with them. I buried my head between her breasts, carefully biting and licking them.

My mother's waist began to move, swaying up and down. She actively parted her legs and straddled my lower abdomen. I felt my mother's underwear was soaked, rubbing against my lower abdomen, the watermark revealing

her red lips about to burst forth.

Trembling, I pulled down my mother's panties, the scent of soap from her recent shower wafting towards me. I moved my body, bringing my mouth to my mother's vulva, using my tongue to comb through the pubic

hair .

My mother swayed her hips more vigorously, rubbing her full breasts, pinching her hard, red nipples, softly making meaningless "mmm, mmm" sounds.

Soon, my mouth was full of my mother's vaginal fluid, slippery and wet. I straightened up, moving my erect right breast towards my mother's vaginal opening, continuing to rub my hard nipple against her sensitive

area. Her soft breasts met her hot labia, merging into one.

My left hand wasn't idle either, constantly inserting into my wet vagina, stroking my erect clitoris. We felt the passion within us, awaiting the ecstasy of orgasm.

Suddenly, I heard the door open. Turning around, I saw my fifteen-year-old penis staring at us, mouth agape, completely bewildered.

In that instant, my mother and I wished we could disappear into a hole. We felt our bodies burning with shame.

For a long while, we stared at each other, speechless.

Finally, my mother, being more experienced, stepped off me, covered my private parts with the blanket, and then said softly and casually, "What's wrong? Want to talk to your sister or Mom

?"

My brother then snapped out of his daze, his face contorted with tears, and said to my mother and me, "Sister, Dad, Dad hit me again. Mom, it hurts so much!"

"Come here, let Mom see."

Seeing the bruises all over my brother's body, my mother and I couldn't hold back our tears again. My mother, disregarding that she was completely naked, hugged my brother tightly, and I hugged them back.

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