One life

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I've never met my father since I was born. My mother told me he had passed away before I was born, and I was a posthumous child. Strangely, my mother had no relatives in the city where I grew up. I often wondered if they had disappeared like my father.

In my mother's description, my father was a learned and refined scholar. He left behind only a few faded black-and-white photos, not even one with my mother. My mother explained that they were burned by the rebels. From the photos my mother cherished so much, my father's handsome face and refined military bearing became my idol.

My mother was young and beautiful. I know from the household registration that she was just 15 years old when she gave birth to me.

My mother was a kindergarten teacher, and from my earliest memories, I remember her doting on me. Almost any request was fulfilled. Even unreasonable tantrums like wanting the moon or the stars wouldn't be scolded; instead, she would patiently coax me until I was happy.

After I started elementary school, my mother began to be stricter with me. Having always gotten what I wanted as a child, I went from misunderstanding to resentment towards her strictness. My mother, in desperation, resorted to corporal punishment, but this backfired. As a result, I deliberately went astray and associated with many hooligans and scoundrels.

One time, my mother's scolding and beating drove me to run away from home. When my mother, extremely worried, finally found me and tearfully begged me to come home, I made her promise not to scold or punish me again. She had no choice but to swear. After that, no matter how much my mother pleaded, I continued to misbehave. My mother often cried helplessly over my father's photograph… My mother could no longer control me, and I gradually went astray.

Having only a vague understanding of women, I once competed with some hooligans to see who knew more about women. My ignorance drew ridicule from everyone, and feeling deeply humiliated, I often spied on women bathing.

One day, by chance, my mother became my target. My mother was so beautiful, and I couldn't resist my voyeuristic desires. The descriptions of sex by the hooligans and my mother's perfect naked body constantly stimulated me, making me often fantasize about having relations with women.

When I was in junior high school, a group of hooligans tied up a woman with ropes and took turns raping her, making me a juvenile delinquent. Terrified, I severed all ties with them. But at 14, beginning puberty, my desires grew stronger, and I yearned even more for my mother's body, who was not yet 30.

One day, I finally lost control and went to my mother's bedroom, raping her while she slept soundly without any precautions. Her silence allowed me to release my pent-up desires brutally and completely.

Afterwards, my mother reacted frantically, initially hitting me relentlessly, then desperately holding me and weeping. Finally, she wept incessantly, tenderly and painfully applying ointment to my wounds. I was terrified and dared not move.

In the days that followed, my mother stopped speaking to me and often cried alone.

My mother's grief filled me with immense guilt. For the first time, I took the initiative to apologize and begged for her forgiveness. Although she continued to silently care for me, she was constantly on guard, avoiding me and resolutely refusing to speak to me, revealing that she had no intention of forgiving me.

Her refusal to forgive and her endless weeping intensified my anxiety, and I resolved to study hard to win her forgiveness. My intelligence, hard work, and timely remedial efforts led to a rapid rise in my grades, earning praise from my teachers and the envy of other parents. My transformation gradually eased my mother's sorrow. But I knew that without perseverance, I could not make up for my mistakes.

My mother began to show me caring greetings again, but I often saw her secretly shedding tears. With incredible perseverance, I graduated excellently from junior high school and was admitted to a prestigious key high school with the highest score in the city.

When I, now completely successful and well-behaved, presented my report card to my mother and confessed my sins, I realized that she had already forgiven me long ago. When I was moved to tears after my efforts earned my mother's forgiveness, she comforted me, telling me she didn't resent me. When I told her I would commit suicide if she still wouldn't forgive me, she was terrified and agitated, pulling me into her arms and crying and scolding me, forbidding me from having such thoughts, and apologizing for her neglect of me for the past two years. My pent-up resentment turned into loud sobs, and we cried together in each other's arms.

As we calmed down, my mother reiterated her promise, telling me that no matter how big my mistakes, I must never have suicidal thoughts, and she would forgive me. I looked at my mother in disbelief, and seeing my expression, she swore that no matter what mistakes I made in the future, she would never blame me.

I never imagined that unintentionally exaggerating my remorse would make my mother more forgiving of my mistakes. I excitedly hugged and kissed her, and she responded even more warmly. During this holiday, my mother and I seemed to have forgotten the past, and our relationship was incredibly harmonious. Our home was filled with warmth and laughter.
Because my mother was also a teacher, she could spend all day with me, and I had time to go shopping with her and do housework together. My happy mother radiated beauty, more beautiful and charming than ever before, often making me lose control, but I never dared to misbehave towards her again.

At 15, I was already a tall boy of over 170 cm, but when I was with my mother, my classmates often thought she was my older sister. Sometimes, when I deliberately told my mother about my classmates' opinions, she would giggle with pride and shyness, which made my heart flutter... The unexpected incident on my 16th birthday completely changed my relationship with my mother.

Because it was winter vacation and the Lunar New Year was approaching, my mother prepared to celebrate my birthday for the first time to add some joy.

As I was about to make a wish, my mother, bathed in the dreamlike candlelight, wore a pristine white nightgown that accentuated her slender figure. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her shoulders like a breathtaking waterfall, and her beautiful face, with its mischievous eyes and captivating smile, resembled a Greek goddess sculpture.

Facing my mother, I suddenly changed my mind. I closed my eyes and solemnly made a wish I intended to cherish for a lifetime. My seriousness made my mother laugh incessantly, relentlessly pressuring me to speak it.

Pressed, I felt a pang of sadness. My mother tenderly stroked me, letting me lean against her, urging me to share my burdens.

This wish was too difficult for me to utter. I hesitated, saying, "If only Father could share this joy with us!"

My mother fell silent, her reaction strange, her face revealing resentment and sorrow. I was terrified and quickly apologized. My mother weakly collapsed into my arms, weeping. I patted her back repeatedly, apologizing for causing her pain. My mother shook her head, saying she didn't blame me. Curious, I asked her if she hated Father. My mother nodded, then shook her head and burst into tears.

I quickly comforted her. After she calmed down, I gently tried to soothe her, hoping she would tell me her troubles. I noticed helplessness and sadness in her eyes, filled with confusion and despair. She shook her head, unwilling to speak. I said, "I'm all grown up now, I understand, and I want to share your burdens." My mother remained silent.

What should have been a joyous birthday turned into my mother drinking incessantly, ignoring my pleas and downing glass after glass of wine. I couldn't contain my anger and suddenly snatched the bottle, drinking it all in one gulp. My mother stared at me in shock, begging me to stop, but I ignored her. After finishing the bottle, I smashed it. My head spun, and my mother rushed to support me. I soon collapsed, unconscious.

Late that night, when I woke up, I found myself lying in bed, covered by a thick, warm quilt. My mother, fully clothed, lay beside me. Being so close to her, I was struck by the beauty of my mother's face, as smooth as jade. Time had left no trace on it, yet a faint sadness lingered on her face, and traces of tears were still visible.

A pang of pain shot through my heart, and

I instinctively embraced my mother. My mother awoke with a start, but she offered no resistance, silently letting me hold her. I encouraged her to tell me about her past, vowing that if she did, I would tell her my own secrets.

My mother looked at me helplessly, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, I felt I should be brave and make her helplessness disappear. I hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear that I loved her more than anything, that she was so beautiful and captivating that I couldn't resist her, and that I dreamed she would let me repeat the mistake I made when I was 14.

My mother stared at me, her mouth slightly open, dumbfounded. I couldn't help but kiss her soft lips. She pushed me away, and I desperately swore that if my wish could be fulfilled, I would be willing to die immediately.

Hearing that I wanted to die, my mother covered my mouth in horror, preventing me from saying anything more. She begged me to give up the idea; I was her son, and she would never let me have an incestuous relationship with her. I was utterly disappointed and closed my eyes in despair. At that moment, I felt I had lost the meaning of life.

I was desperate. My mother was crying softly beside me. After a long period of blankness, I kissed her lips as if relieved, got out of bed, and went to the sofa in the living room to calm myself down.

Although my mind was clear, I was completely drunk. I slipped and fell, and shards of a broken bottle mercilessly cut my arm. I stared blankly at the deep wound, letting the blood flow, feeling no pain whatsoever.

My mother heard the sound of my fall and rushed out of my bedroom. Seeing me, she cried out in alarm, "Xiaowei, don't do this!"

She frantically ran to me, hugged me, and burst into tears. After a moment, she helped me up, still somewhat dazed, and went into the bedroom. Sadly and carefully, she cleaned and bandaged my wound. With tears in her eyes, she looked at me sorrowfully and said, "Please, whatever you want, Mom will agree. Please don't do this again, Mom begs you!"

I nodded and vowed, "I'm sorry, Mom, I'll never worry you again."

My mother hugged me tightly, weeping. I gently stroked her smooth back, searching for her lips. She didn't resist, letting me fully enjoy the sweet and wonderful feeling.
In bed, my mother made me obediently undress. As I shyly guided her, I inserted my well-developed penis into her warm, moist, and narrow vagina. My tense mother couldn't help but groan in pain. I deliberately remained gentle and still. My mother gratefully kissed me passionately, gradually relaxing her body, allowing me to enter and exit smoothly.

My mother's burning vagina enveloped me, allowing me to return to the deepest part of her body after 16 years. After deeply injecting my vibrant life force into my mother's depths, I wept in her arms, repeatedly thanking her.

My mother gently kissed me, causing the part of me still attached to her body to quickly recover, making me even stronger as I began to penetrate her.

After two storms, when my mother lay weakly in my arms, the happiness I felt was indescribable. I felt that having successfully entered the deepest part of my mother's body, I was fully capable of entering her tightly closed heart.

Finally, after my constant pleas and encouragement, my mother tearfully told me a secret that shocked me beyond measure.

Back then, my mother's father, who was also my maternal grandfather (let's call him that for now), was a gangster boss. My mother was his only daughter. My maternal grandmother died from excessive blood loss after giving birth to my mother. My grandfather raised my mother, but considering that he was the only son in three generations and that my mother would not be able to continue the family line, he remarried.

My mother was only 14 years old at the time, but my stepmother had already laid a trap to usurp his position. My grandfather was betrayed and surrounded by rebellious gangsters in his home. Knowing that he could not escape death, my grandfather fought back with his gun. Because my grandfather was terrifyingly skilled, the rebellious gangsters were afraid of his strength, and the two sides were deadlocked inside and outside the house.

In despair, my grandfather suddenly started gambling wildly, kneeling and begging my mother, who was also my grandfather's biological daughter, to continue the family line that was about to be completely extinguished, in place of my grandfather, who was also my mother's biological father. My

mother, who was old enough to understand, could not resist my grandfather's desperate pleas and tearfully agreed to his request, vowing that if she gave birth to a boy, she would fulfill her father's wish to continue the family line.

Afterwards, my maternal grandfather was shot and killed. My mother fled her home and came to this city. She bravely gave birth to me and found a job as a kindergarten teacher to raise me, living a life of anonymity.

I finally understood everything: my mother's father, my maternal grandfather, was my biological father. The woman crying in my arms, the first woman in my life, was my biological mother, and also my sister!

My heart was filled with deep sympathy for my mother's painful experience, and I was moved by her extraordinary strength. I lovingly embraced her and whispered, "Mom, my beloved mom, God has made you suffer so much. You are a great mother! Let your son bear this pain for you! I love you."

My mother finally couldn't hold back her sobs and cried out, as if to completely release the pain she had buried in her heart for 16 years. She embraced me tightly once more.

After releasing the pain suppressed in her heart, my mother peacefully and happily fell asleep in my arms. Perhaps this was the first time in 16 years that she had completely relaxed and slept. I couldn't calm down. I secretly vowed that from now on, I would help my mother and my sister completely separate from their painful past and start a new life.

The next day, for the first time in many years, my mother couldn't get up early. I quietly got up, took care of everything for her, and prepared a delicate breakfast, waiting patiently for her to wake up. Around 11 o'clock, my mother finally woke up. She looked incredibly languid and endearing. I stopped her from getting up, letting her enjoy my care.

I deliberately wanted her to completely forget the past. After some consideration, I changed my address to "beautiful sister." Upon hearing this, my mother was first taken aback, then gratefully and somewhat joyfully kissed me passionately, almost sparking another storm.

"Beautiful sister"—my mother—and I lived an incredibly happy life. Soon after, she became pregnant. After my pleas and even threats of suicide, my mother had no choice but to move with me to a distant city to start a new life. She gave birth to a beautiful daughter, my sister, and my mother's granddaughter… My mother, even more beautiful and charming after childbirth, drove me even more insane. She began to worry about my infatuation with her and refused to marry or have children with other women. I wanted my mother to give me a son. Less than a year later, she became pregnant again, presumably with

a boy. I was overjoyed, but suddenly my mother left me with my two children. I searched frantically, but in the vast sea of people… Ten years later, I became a business tycoon, owning many companies. Despite my handsome looks and charming demeanor, I remained alone; my heart could no longer hold any other woman.

No one knew my dream goddess, but my unwavering devotion was renowned.

After I turned thirty, I attended a donation ceremony at the university I had resolved to attend. Having finally escaped the tedious ceremony, I strolled alone through the quiet campus. Suddenly, a familiar figure caught my eye—it was my mother! I frantically chased after her, only to be utterly embarrassed, forced to apologize to this unfamiliar yet beautiful and innocent-looking young woman.

Suddenly, a pang of heartache nearly made me stumble. "Sir, are you alright?" the young woman asked politely. I shook my head painfully, staggering away, but the overwhelming longing for my mother compelled me to retreat into the depths of the garden, burying my face in my hands and weeping.

Suddenly, I felt someone beside me say, "Quickly tidy yourself up." Looking up, I saw it was the same young woman.

She handed me a handkerchief. Embarrassed, I thanked her profusely and began to scrutinize her. I realized she resembled my mother so much—her slender figure, delicate face, bright, beautiful eyes, elegant nose, and cherry-red lips. But she lacked the unique beauty of a mother who had long been a mother herself, possessing instead an ethereal, otherworldly air.

The girl looked at me with great interest. Because I felt a strong liking for her, I quickly struck up a conversation with her, telling her frankly that she resembled a woman I dreamed of day and night. She told me she was a freshman in college, majoring in Chinese literature. My heart ached; my eldest daughter should be in college by now! I quickly changed the subject to literature.

When I politely escorted her back to her dormitory, she was already full of admiration for my knowledge.

After a somewhat reluctant farewell, I impulsively gave her my personal cell phone number.

She didn't contact me first, and gradually, I forgot about it.

Another year passed, and I fired another talented and beautiful but scheming secretary, preparing to hire another one. Unexpectedly, the first applicant was her.

We were both stunned for a moment. I was the first to recover and treated her with great courtesy. But her knowledge surprised me even more. Although she hadn't graduated, I hired her without hesitation.

From her resume, I learned that her name was "Sisi," her mother's name was "Wuhui," her father's name was "Zhi," and her younger sister's name was "Jingjing." I jokingly asked her, "Your voice is so sweet, your father must have taught you to sing since you were little, right?"

She paused, then said with apparent admiration, "How did you know?" My heart sank; I had no desire to answer, and didn't pursue the matter further. I simply said, "Come to work tomorrow."

In the days that followed, I treated Sisi like a daughter or a princess, allowing her to fully utilize her talents. I was surprised to discover that her abilities were in no way inferior to mine, so I relaxed and secretly began investing in other industries, no longer paying attention to the businesses my company was involved in.

My hard work and talent once again brought me great success, allowing me to acquire many enterprises and companies, far exceeding my previous achievements. However, Sisi offended a lecherous high-ranking government official, threatening the bankruptcy of the company I had built from scratch.

When Sisi cried to me, I felt as if my mother had been abused by my father years ago. While comforting Sisi, I used my connections and even more despicable means to unjustly discredit the official, ruining his career.

Sisi's feelings of guilt and gratitude towards me were beyond my expectations.

For many years after my mother left me, I had developed a habit of going alone late at night to the top of the city's tallest office building to gaze into the distance for a long time.

That day, I was alone, lost in my own sorrow, when Sisi suddenly appeared. She was wearing a beautiful dress, the upper part clinging tightly to her body in the wind, while the skirt billowed, revealing glimpses of her long, jade-like legs. Her long, flowing hair danced in the air, and her flawless face seemed to shift dreamlike under the neon lights. Her light steps made her appear like an ethereal fairy suddenly descending.

Sisi approached me calmly and softly said, "The view here is truly beautiful."

That night, for the first time, I confided my longing for my mother to someone else.

When I finished speaking, I was shocked to realize that Sisi's face was covered in tears. At that moment, Sisi's beautiful face resembled the expression on my mother's face during our last tender moment. I couldn't help but pull Sisi into my arms. Sisi nestled weakly in my embrace, and we held each other quietly and warmly until late at night.

Go to bed at night, let me have some peace and quiet. "After I regained consciousness, I told Sisi. Sisi left reluctantly, her captivating eyes almost making me unable to bear letting her go alone.

After that day, Sisi intentionally avoided me, but every morning someone would prepare a cup of milk for me on my desk, making me feel incredibly warm. Sisi's actions gradually transformed my longing for my mother into silent care for Sisi.

Finally, one day, when Sisi couldn't bear my care any longer, she rushed to me on the rooftop, crying out her longing for me and my emotional closed-off nature, complaining about the injustice done to her and me.
That night was a sleepless one. I frantically channeled years of longing into boundless energy, brutally and persistently violating Sisi, completely disregarding the fact that she was still a virgin; Sisi seemed to want me to release all my pent-up emotions, writhing and undisturbed beneath me, offering the utmost comfort.

After a long and tumultuous storm, Sisi fell peacefully asleep, exhausted, while I looked at her still..." Her face, flushed and streaked with tears, was as red as a peach blossom. Unable to sleep, I kissed her tenderly, deeply moved to see specks of her virgin blood on the parts of her body I had just ravaged. For the first time in years, I felt stronger than ever.

I was captivated by Sisi's tenderness. My strength, my unrestrained frenzy day and night, quickly made Sisi exude a captivating mature woman's charm.

Sisi always cooperated with me. My penis was enormous, eighteen centimeters long and five centimeters in diameter. The tightness of Sisi's vagina allowed me to fully ejaculate each time, and Sisi always bravely endured until the very end.

After nearly a month of passionate lovemaking, I began to soften, and Sisi became even more attached to me. But whenever I woke up from my dreams and desperately wanted to violate her, she could still endure and cooperate.

I formally told Sisi that I wanted to marry her. Sisi gave me a mesmerizing smile and said, "I'm only 18. You want my mom to beat you to death? You're a long shot!" "It forced me to vent again.

Sisi refused to move out of the school to live with me, and every time we were intimate, it was like a honeymoon, wild and unrestrained. Once, when I was away on a business trip, Sisi teased me and promised to be intimate with me as soon as I got back. I finished early and rushed home, intending to rest a bit

before driving to pick up Sisi. When I got home, it was almost midnight. I heard noises coming from the bathroom. Although I'm wealthy, I'm not extravagant; I've always lived in a two-bedroom apartment. Sisi's clothes were laid out on the bed in the bedroom. I was secretly delighted and prepared to surprise her. I hid in the other bedroom.

A little while later, Sisi came out of the bathroom, humming a beautiful song, wearing only a long towel. In the dim light, I noticed that Sisi looked much prettier; it seemed she missed me. Desire began to fill my mind. I quickly took off all my clothes, my penis erect and throbbing, ready to attack Sisi.

I restrained myself and waited until the bedroom light was off for a while before sneaking into the bedroom. Sisi was asleep and unaware of anything. I gently..." I positioned her, my penis aimed at her vaginal opening. Afraid she would scream in pain, I planned to kiss her lips and thrust forcefully as soon as it entered, letting her experience the thrill of penetration to repay her for making me endure her teasing.

But as soon as my penis entered her dry vagina, something blocked it. Sisi immediately woke up, only able to groan in pain because her mouth was blocked.

She tried to push me away, but I wasn't going to give up easily. With a powerful thrust, my penis broke through the barrier and entered completely. Sisi screamed, immediately becoming weak and unable to resist. I thrust hard, my pent-up desire making me almost violent.

Gradually, I realized something was wrong. Sisi wasn't reacting at all. I stopped, enjoying the tight embrace of her vagina, gently calling her name.

Sisi slowly woke up and began to sob quietly. Heartbroken, I whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry, I hurt you. Do you want me to come out?" Sisi

's crying turned into suppressed sobs, and she didn't answer me. I assumed she was giving in and began to slowly thrust. Sisi's vagina was warm and moist, but narrower than usual.

I quickly resumed thrusting with all my might. Sisi seemed to be desperately suppressing her moans, only occasionally letting out a soft sound. I lifted Sisi's upper body and noticed that she felt much lighter, allowing my lower body to be more tightly joined with hers.

Sisi let me do as I pleased. Perhaps I had been suppressing my emotions for too long during this business trip, because I lasted for nearly an hour. Sisi in my arms gradually became limp and boneless. I felt myself about to ejaculate and began to intensify my movements.

Sisi was like a small boat on a vast ocean, violently tossed about by my raging storm. I roared and thrust my penis in with all my might, feeling it reach her uterus, instantly ejaculating my intense longing for Sisi.

I collapsed weakly onto Sisi, kissing her, but she didn't respond. I realized she had fainted. Guilt and worry gripped me as I shook her awake. When she came to, she made a hysterical sound, startling me. I quickly apologized and tried to comfort her.

Sisi tried to push me away, so I had to leave her alluring body. She rushed to the bathroom, crying. I followed her; she was crouching on the floor, covering her face with a towel, her sobs becoming suppressed, my thick semen and blood flowing from her lower body.

Sisi got her period, and I felt incredibly guilty, constantly trying to gently comfort her. Sisi refused to remove the towel or forgive me, just crying desperately, her lower abdomen straining to expel the semen I had left inside her.

Finally, Sisi calmed down a bit and stood up. In the bright light, I noticed she was shorter than usual. When the towel was removed from her face, I almost fainted. A beauty mark between her eyebrows revealed she wasn't Sisi. I froze, my mind blank. A single sentence, "Brother-in-law, it's Jingjing," nearly made me cringe.

Jingjing and I stood naked, completely at a loss. Jingjing calmly walked away, leaving me alone in the bathroom, stunned.

When I came out of the bathroom, Jingjing was already dressed and sitting in the living room, completely ignoring me. I quickly got dressed and went to her, unsure what to do.

Jingjing cautiously said, "Brother-in-law." I was startled and stupidly replied, "Huh?" Jingjing looked at me with teary eyes and said, "Could you please not tell my sister?"

I realized what she meant and shook my head. Jingjing started to cry, and I didn't know how to comfort her, so I could only say, "I made a mistake, I'll take responsibility." Then I realized I had said the wrong thing. How could I make up for her pain?

Jingjing cried, "My sister can't live without you, please, come back tomorrow and pretend nothing happened, okay? I won't do anything stupid, please."

Under Jingjing's repeated pleas, I left home with a blank mind.

The next day, I stayed until evening, too afraid to go home. Sisi called my cell phone and said, "Aren't you done yet? There's someone at home who admires you even more than I am eager to see you!"

I braced myself and stepped into the house. Jingjing greeted me warmly and said, "Brother-in-law, you're finally back! My sister has been missing you so much!"

Amidst Sisi and Jingjing's playful banter, I nervously observed them. I noticed that Jingjing, aside from slightly red and swollen eyes, seemed unaffected, which only fueled my unease. Jingjing gave me a sharp look, and I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to remain calm. The

dinner was enjoyable; at least outwardly, Sisi didn't seem to notice anything amiss.

I then learned that Jingjing had also been accepted into the same university as her sister.

That night, during our intimate moments, I was incredibly tender, bringing Sisi immense pleasure. She nestled happily in my arms and drifted off to sleep, while I spent a restless night in a half-awake state.

The next day, as I was leaving, Jingjing asked Sisi to go shopping with her. I suddenly made up my mind to confess everything to Sisi.

I walked up to them and suddenly knelt down. Sisi was stunned, and Jingjing's face showed terror as they both stared at me blankly. I took a deep breath and said, "Sisi, I've made an unforgivable mistake. I must confess to you." I looked at Jingjing

, who lowered her head and began to cry. Sisi looked at Jingjing and me, confused. After I told her everything that had happened last night, I felt that Sisi didn't act hysterically at all; she just hugged Jingjing and silently shed tears.

Finally, Sisi said, "It's all my fault." Jingjing interrupted, "No, it's my fault." I also said stupidly, "It's my fault."

Sisi looked at me, then at Jingjing, and suddenly decided that I should take good care of Jingjing from now on. Jingjing and I strongly objected, and we argued back and forth.

I suddenly decided that if they were willing, I would take care of both of them at the same time.

Sisi and Jingjing were stunned. Seeing my serious expression, Sisi agreed first, and Jingjing also lowered her head, making an almost inaudible whisper, "Okay." "I was overjoyed, but unsure what to do. Finally, Sisi and Jingjing each took one of my arms, helped me up from the floor, and led me into the bedroom.

In the days that followed, I deeply felt the profound bond between the two sisters, which sometimes made me incredibly jealous.

Whenever we made love, Sisi always reminded me to be gentle with 16-year-old Jingjing, always letting her go first. When Jingjing couldn't take it anymore, she would promptly remind me, even switching places with her. But my ferocity often left both sisters in tears.

Sisi was wild, Jingjing gentle, each with her own charm, making me incredibly happy.

A few months later, Jingjing discovered she was pregnant. It was too late for an abortion, so she had to drop out of school and stay home to prepare for childbirth.

Sisi and I took meticulous care of Jingjing; our relationship was incredibly harmonious, and our home was filled with joy.

Jingjing successfully gave birth to a baby boy!" I was incredibly excited. Sisi, who had just graduated, was also several months pregnant.

Double happiness! But caring for three people and my career at the same time was overwhelming. I suggested hiring a nanny, but Sisi and Jingjing, after discussing it, thought that since they would have to tell their families sooner or later, it would be better to have their mother take care of them.

When Sisi and Jingjing's mother found out, she was furious and refused. Sisi and Jingjing begged me to ask their mother for forgiveness, so I had no choice but to travel alone to a distant city.

Following the address, I found the sisters' house—a quiet villa.

When the door opened, the hostess and I were both stunned.

The woman before me looked almost exactly like the sisters—a delicate face, a slender yet voluptuous figure radiating captivating charm, skin like porcelain, and she looked only in her early thirties. "

Mother!" I cried out, hugging her tightly and kissing her involuntarily.

My mother led me into the house, closed the door behind her, and kissed me passionately for a long time before finally separating. We were both in tears, and my mother nestled in my arms, sobbing softly.

I scooped my mother up in my arms, but not knowing where the bedroom was, and unable to tell me, I anxiously asked if anyone else was home. She shook her head, her body limp, as I quickly stripped her naked on the spacious sofa in the living room and roughly entered her.

Her vagina was still very tight; my penetration caused her to groan in pain, yet she responded passionately. After the storm subsided, I remembered the important matter and we sat on the coffee table, communicating with pen and paper.
Sisi and Jingjing are my daughters. My mother and I both realized the seriousness of the problem; Sisi and Jingjing didn't know I was their father!

What to do? This time, my mother understood I would never let her leave.

Just then, we were startled awake by my phone suddenly ringing. Looking at the caller ID, it was from my house—Sisi and Jingjing! I didn't know what to do. My mother gestured for me to answer, and I had no choice but to comply. Sisi and Jingjing asked their mother and me to listen together. My mother and I pressed our faces together, and all we heard was Sisi and Jingjing saying in unison, "Congratulations on your reunion, Mom and Dad!"

My mother and I were completely stunned.

Sisi said, "I saw Dad's picture in Mom's photo album. I knew you were my dad!"

Jingjing said, "That's why my sister and I applied to universities here!"

Sisi and Jingjing added, "Dad was fooled by us, but we underestimated his charm. Please forgive us, Mom. Mom and Dad, come back soon! Let's reunite!"

The phone call ended, and my mother and I were already in tears, sobbing uncontrollably!

My mother and I, without any worries, once again clung to each other passionately... When Sisi, heavily pregnant, and Jingjing, holding my lovely son, rushed into my mother's arms, there was probably no scene that could have moved me more.

During Sisi's pregnancy and the year Jingjing raised our son, I unexpectedly got my mother pregnant again. My mother no longer agreed to give birth, so she had to have an abortion. During the period when my mother was unable to have sex, Jingjing became my only sexual partner again.

I was somewhat resentful of being deceived, and sometimes I couldn't control myself and became rough, but Jingjing saw through my thoughts and whispered in my ear: "Dad, my good lover, I didn't mean to deceive you, it's just that you are too charming... Ah!

It hurts..."

Because my mother had intentionally avoided me back then, my mother and two daughters all changed their names.

I married Jingjing smoothly, and she stayed home to take care of the children; Sisi managed my career, and I became their companion; my mother oversaw everything and held the highest position.

Sisi gave birth to a daughter, and thankfully, my two children were normal. Before they were old enough to understand, I decided that they would call Jingjing "Mom," Sisi "Auntie," and my mother "Grandma."

The company of my two daughters and my mother allowed me to enjoy perfect sex every day. My mother passed away at the age of 50 due to illness, but she had never stopped accompanying me before that, and both my mother and I felt no regrets.

Sisi's daughter later died of an incurable illness, and strangely, neither of her daughters used any contraception and never became pregnant again.

My only son grew up day by day, his personality exactly like mine when I was young, which worried me endlessly. When my precocious son was 14, Sisi, 32, and Jingjing, 30, suddenly became pregnant one after the other. I felt that history was repeating itself.

I questioned Sisi and Jingjing, and they both admitted that their son had raped them, but they dared not tell me for fear of my blaming him. I told my son I didn't want him to experience the pain my mother and I had gone through. Sisi and Jingjing were incredibly grateful for my forgiveness.

I then had a long talk with my son, letting him know my past. I asked him, utterly shocked, to choose one of them as his sexual partner. Without hesitation, he chose his biological mother—Jingjing—and proposed sharing Sisi and Jingjing with me in turns. My

son, whose abilities were comparable to mine, often made Sisi and Jingjing unable to get out of bed, and miraculously, their bellies grew larger. Then, I had two more daughters!

With the whole family's consent, I planned to break this vicious cycle. When I turned 60, I conceived two 14-year-old daughters, and two years later, Jingjing and Sisi became pregnant again—I knew it was my son's.

As a result, Jingjing and Sisi gave birth to a boy and a girl, and the two 14-year-old daughters also gave birth to a boy and a girl.

I confidently handed over the reins of the family to my son, letting him enjoy everything before passing away peacefully.

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