My personal experiences with my mother and sister

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Let me describe my family's financial situation. We run a small processing plant.

My mom has a strong personality and is quite conservative. She's 170cm tall and has a D-cup.

My Oedipus complex started vaguely when I was in elementary school. I was about six years younger than her and slept in the same bed. I couldn't sleep
at night , so I would play with her breasts—they weren't sagging yet, still pink. My mom had given birth to me and
my older sister, and I don't know how she maintained them…

I would rub them, and when I was happy, I would even put them in my mouth and suck on them. I didn't think much of it then.

We started sleeping in separate beds when I was 8 or 9 years old, but we were still in the same room
. The room was average; it had two beds and a TV.

Sleeping in the other bed, I often saw my mom washing her bottom with a basin. When she was washing her bottom, the TV was usually
on , so I couldn't see clearly, only her big bottom.

When I was 8, my dad went out of town for business, so I slept in my mom's bed
. In the middle of the night, I was sleeping near her feet and felt three legs. I turned on a flashlight under the covers to look.

When I was little, I was afraid of the dark. I bought a flashlight, shone it in that direction, and saw my mom's vagina for the first time—just a slit .
I asked, "Whose is the other leg?"

My mom said, "My dad's." I didn't say anything and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I woke up and called my dad, but he was still out of town. To this day, I still don't know who it was that night.
My mom .

Later, our family's financial situation improved, and we bought a house, but my parents and I still slept on the construction site.
We slept in two rooms, one in front of the other, quite far apart, so we didn't have many opportunities

to see each other. Later, when I was in junior high school, one time my parents had been drinking, and they were both drunk.

Because our rooms were one in front of the other, separated by about two acres of land by a factory with lots of goods piled up, we couldn't
walk across. They were both extremely drunk, and my dad just lay down in the room in front of me and wouldn't move... no matter how much we tried to pull him up, he wouldn't get up
.

My mom saw this and told me to sleep with her. I helped her slowly walk to the back room, and my mom went to take a shower.
I lay on the bed playing on my phone for a while, and then I finished showering.

My mom had drunk too much and wanted to cuddle with me to sleep. It was winter and quite cold, but I, being a mother-obsessed person, couldn't get her to do it. I told
her , "You're too hot, take off your clothes, otherwise it'll be uncomfortable for you to cuddle with me.

" She hummed in agreement a few times. After her shower, the alcohol hit her hard,
and she was barely conscious that night. So I took off her thermal underwear, leaving her in only her bra. After that, I drifted off to sleep...

I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, my hand still playing with my mom's breasts, slowly moving down... until I reached her vagina, and
I inserted one finger. Looking back, there was no dryness or difficulty in getting in; it just went in easily. My heart was
pounding , and my hands were trembling... Then I slowly moved it in and out... and inserted two fingers.

My mom had M-shaped legs at the time, both legs were like that. I rolled over and lay on top of her, putting
my penis was so hot when I put my fingers in, it felt like being enveloped in a ball of fire. Plus, I was excited,
and I almost ejaculated after only a few movements…

I quickly pulled out and ejaculated on my own hand, afraid that if I ejaculated inside, it would be bad… Even though my mom has a tubal ligation, I was worried about it
leaking out the next day.

After seeing the ejaculation on my hand, I dipped a little on my finger and inserted it again… The whole thing was dark, no lights on
. I don't know how I fell asleep that night, I threw the ejaculation tissue in the trash can.

The next day, my mom got up to make breakfast, and I slept until after 10 am. If I hadn't seen the photos on my phone, I would have thought
I was dreaming.

Later, I took a few photos with the flash of the phone that came with a free phone credit top-up. One day it rained while I was riding my bike, and the phone fell
into a puddle and disappeared… I couldn't find it anywhere, what a pity. I kept the only few photos as souvenirs.

2.

It's raining today, and with nothing to do, I'll continue writing about my personal experience. Last time, for some reason,
I couldn't upload my wife's sexy photos from my phone; I'll see if I can upload them from my computer later.

I finished writing this in one go because of the rain, fulfilling a wish of mine. I probably won't update again;
my writing isn't very good, and I haven't typed such long words in many years.

Let me talk about what happened in recent years. After the last incident, I finished high school and entered the workforce. I'm only 25
this year

For the first 10 years, my mom felt there weren't enough people and wanted to have another child. Her fallopian tubes, which had been cut, were reconnected at
the hospital . The doctor told her that if she could conceive within six months, she could; if not, she couldn't.

Back then, my parents had sex every night, day and night, and my mom was being fucked every day. Later, she did get pregnant and gave birth to
my little sister, who is now 10 years old.

When my younger sister was 5 or 6 years old, kids back then liked to touch their breasts to fall asleep. One night, I went to
my mom's room for something and happened to see my younger sister touching her breasts. My mom was leaning against the bed, her breasts lifted up for her to touch
. She didn't shy away when she saw me. I took my sister's hand away and touched them myself.

My mom said to me, "What are you touching? You're so old now."

I said, "I'm the one who touched them when I was little." Then I touched them and rubbed them, and said, "I used to
put them in my mouth every day when I was little." I then kissed her breasts a few times.

Before my mom gave birth to my younger sister, her breasts were pink, like my wife's now. After giving birth to my younger sister, they turned
purplish-black . I played for about 10 minutes and then left, going back to my own bed and masturbating a couple of times.

Now, let me talk about my older sister. She's married now. I

spent most of my elementary school years with her. I went to elementary school in our hometown, and my parents could only come back once a year. My
older sister would hold me and I would fall asleep every day, touching her breasts as I slept. I witnessed her breasts grow from small to large,
which is a blessing for my brother-in-law now.

I highly doubt I played a part in it. She was in middle school then, her breasts had started to develop slightly, and they felt hard to the touch.
At that time , I only thought about her breasts; I never touched her genitals. But I saw them every day, and every night I had to
wash my bottom with a small basin. There were only the two of us in our hometown, no other relatives there, so no one told me to avoid them or anything.

Anyway, back to the breasts. They were probably a C cup by the time she was in her first year of high school. Her breasts got softer the more I touched them, and when I was happy, I
would even put them in my mouth and lick them…

Some articles say that touching breasts makes you wet, that's just wishful thinking, all that moaning and groaning is fake. When I encountered…
It's unrealistic to expect me to sleep with any of the women—my wife, my older sister, or my mother—on the first try. Back then, I didn't understand
matters of the heart , and by the time I did, the opportunity

was gone. My older sister couldn't take care of me anymore because the high school next door moved to the county town; I was sent to elementary school in another city, so
there weren't many opportunities.

After graduating high school, my older sister went to art school, specializing in oil painting, and
lived in the house we bought here every year during holidays.

Since I was in middle school, I felt there were too many factory workers and it was too noisy at home, so I lived with her, which gave
us more opportunities to be alone…

My favorite thing to do back then was to peek at her showering. The bathroom was transparent; my dad suggested installing a transparent one during renovations,
since no one else was showering in our house, making it more romantic, haha…

Now it really is romantic, the romance has come to me.

At that time, my older sister had finished developing; her pubic hair was dark, her breasts were red (not pink), and her nipples
were red .

Because she studies oil painting, she has to practice every day. She'd been pestering me for a long time to be her model, and
nude at that. It's tiring to pose for an hour or two at a time, and there's no real benefit to it. She might
lose her touch has to paint every day, she couldn't find anyone else, so she had to ask me.

After the first time, I said I wanted to experience what French kissing felt like. My sister was hesitant and unwilling, so
I said, "Fine, don't ask me next time," and went to play League of Legends.

A while later, my sister came over, her face flushed. I saw that she agreed, so I hugged her, pushed her onto the bed, and
kissed her mouth to mouth.

At first, she wouldn't stick her tongue out, so I slowly inserted mine into hers. Gradually, she started to feel it and sucked my tongue back and
forth. I took the opportunity to touch my older sister's breasts, pulling up her bra to reveal her large breasts.
I rubbed her nipples, and she made "mmm" sounds, but her tongue was stuck between my sucking and she couldn't separate them. Only
the part I was taking advantage of was separated...

Her mouth was a little sore from sucking. My older sister got up from the bed and said, "Don't do this again. We're siblings, so it's okay for you
to touch and kiss me. If you do this to her, she might call the police and you'll be arrested and detained..." I said, "I
wouldn't dare to do ."

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