It's so good to be home (my older sister and mother)

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It's so good to be home (with my older sister and mother)
. My life has been very uneventful.

Until I was 15, I not only had a girlfriend but also cheated on her, and I tasted some sweetness in the process.

I have a younger sister and an older sister who is a year older.

My father got a promotion at work, and his salary was quite good.

He was a police officer, and one night, he came to the vicinity of a local bar and discovered a robbery in progress. To stop the two suspects, he pulled out his gun.

As a result, he wounded one and killed the other.

I won't go into details, but with the local crime rate so high, this incident made my father a hero.

As a result, he gave interviews from all over the country, wrote some articles, and got extra work teaching shooting techniques.

Meanwhile, he was promoted to squad leader, taking over the Watchman project. His patrol area expanded, and his working hours increased to four days a week, twelve hours a day.

Of course, his salary also doubled.

The future seemed full of hope.

My father's 40-minute night patrols, coupled with my mother's inattention, gave me the opportunity to indulge in forbidden pleasures.

In the evenings, I would usually gather and chat with friends or my girlfriend in the backyard. If the yard lights weren't on, the backyard was almost completely dark.

My sisters' rooms were on the top floor, while my parents' room was at the other end of the hallway, opposite my bedroom.

Like other kids, I would occasionally pat my sisters' buttocks or grab and rub their breasts, taking advantage of them.

Whenever I had the chance, I would suddenly hug my older sister Christine from behind, or follow her into the bedroom and pounce on her on the bed, groping her as I pleased.

A few times, my sister and I sneaked into our parents' bedroom and discovered the sex toys they hid in the closet.

We would take out pornographic videos and watch them together.

I remember the last time we did this, we almost actually made it.
We caressed and kissed each other, but at the last moment, my sister refused to let me finish, saying my penis looked too big.

However, she was still very considerate and helped me masturbate several times.

While sitting side-by-side on the edge of the bed watching porn, we both orgasmed several times.

She would slip her hand inside her cute panties and caress her vulva, while I would grip my penis and vigorously stroke it.

We even discovered the vibrator Mom used; she had three, one hidden under the mattress and the other two in the bathroom cabinet.

She probably thought these were good hiding places, forgetting that curious teenagers are capable of digging up anything.

One night, Christine and I were sitting on the swings in the backyard. She had pulled her skirt up to her thighs, wearing no underwear, exposing her genitals.

Instinctively, I stroked her slightly hairy pubic area and smoothly inserted my fingers.

At the same time, she pulled out my penis and slowly and curiously stroked it up and down.

We were both sexually experienced.

She took birth control pills, while I preferred condoms.

Her boyfriend was on the school football team, and he slept with my older sister.

I even covered for her a couple of times when she sneaked out on dates.

Then, needless to say, we let things progress naturally, so I slept with my older sister.

Christine said she wasn't confident she could handle my nine-inch penis, so she first bent over and gave me oral sex.

I leaned back in my chair, enjoying the feeling of her tongue licking my penis while my fingers went in and out of her vagina.

A few minutes later, she lifted her head, kissed my lips, and said, "It's your turn to help me!" I got off the chair, knelt on the floor, and began kissing my older sister's vagina.

I sucked and licked, and under my onslaught, my older sister pressed my head down tightly, refusing to let go even after her first orgasm, allowing me to launch a second round of attacks for her.

At that moment, my penis was as hard as a rock.

I stood up and pulled her forward, letting her sit on the edge of the chair. Then, I gently and slowly thrust my penis forward. When my penis was about five inches inside her, I was so excited I couldn't control myself and felt like I was about to ejaculate.

My older sister, who was holding me tightly, sensed my unusual sensation through the vaginal walls and quickly yelled, "Don't ejaculate inside!" But she was too slow, so my first spurt of semen still went in.

However, the rest of the semen sprayed all over the chair and my sister's skirt.

She jumped up and wiped away a clump of semen.

She got off the chair and said, "Jimmy, look what you've done! Now I'm going to wash the skirt.

Don't let anyone know what we did, you hear me? You absolutely can't tell anyone about this, or Dad and Mom will kill us!" She repeatedly reminded me.

I nodded in agreement, and after she left, I put my penis back into my underwear and pulled up my pajama pants.

After tidying my clothes, I went inside a few minutes later.

I intended to grab some toilet paper and go back to the backyard to cover up the white evidence on the chair, but a phone call from a friend delayed me for fifteen minutes.

While I was on the phone, my mother turned on the yard light and went to the backyard to read.

As a result, when she sat on the swing chair, her beautiful clothes were immediately stained with my semen.

I was leisurely talking on the phone when I suddenly realized the situation was bad. I immediately got up, but before I could react, my mother had already spoken. "

Hang up the phone right now!" I quickly hung up the phone, and Mom immediately asked, "Jimmy, what were you doing in the backyard?" "Nothing, Mom.

I didn't do anything, just chatted with Christine in the chair, and then came back." "

What did you do before you came in?" Mom continued, focusing on this point. "

Mom, I really didn't do anything."

Facts speak louder than words. Mom turned around, showing me the semen on her body, and then made me follow her.

In the kitchen, she picked up paper towels and a bottle of detergent, then handed them to me.

We went to the backyard; the lights were still on.

Damn it! The semen was still there, although some had dried, it still left a stain, and it was even a little sticky.

Mr. Jimmy! "Dry it up!" Mom commanded, watching me intently without moving.

While wiping, I still insisted on my innocence.

Finally, Mom said, "Fine, then take off your pants, and we'll see if you've been lying."

What? My mind went blank.

Mom repeated herself, adding that if I continued to lie, she would kick me out of the house.

I couldn't understand how she could make such a demand, but I didn't want to disobey, so I obediently complied.

But as I pulled my pants down to my knees, Mom suddenly pulled down my underwear! She examined my still slightly damp penis closely and discovered a large stain in the center of my underwear.

This was the most embarrassing and awkward moment of my life! My mom then pulled my pants down to my calves, looking at my half-erect penis, her hand only inches away from it.

"What's this?" she asked, pointing to the stain on my underwear.

Caught red-handed, I felt incredibly frustrated. My mother looked at me, and I remained silent, head bowed.

After a while, I began to apologize. My

mother didn't say a word, just stared at my penis.

After a minute or two of silence, she helped me put my pants back on and told me to clean the chair before we had a proper talk.

My older sister, still at home, had no idea what had happened.

I was incredibly uneasy because I had just been grounded for three days for being caught by the teacher passing pornographic photos during class.

While I was cleaning up, my mother stared at me intently, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Then I went home, ready to be scolded.

Suddenly, my older sister and younger sister came downstairs into the kitchen and started making sandwiches.

They made me a sausage and cheese sandwich, and while we ate it, Mom was reading in the backyard.

After finishing her milk, my younger sister Cindy went back to her bedroom to prepare for bed. Seizing

the opportunity, I told Christine what had just happened.

She was terrified and demanded that I absolutely not let Mom know what we had just done.

I repeatedly assured her that I would not utter a word.

After all, I was more afraid than she was of the possible consequences if this were to be found out.

As Christine was about to go back to her room, Mom came in. They said goodnight to each other and then turned off the lights in the living room and kitchen.

Back in my bedroom, after showering, my mom came into my room and immediately asked if my older sister was there when I ejaculated.

I told her that she had left when I masturbated, so she didn't know what I did.

My mom then launched into a lecture, saying she could understand teenagers having sexual urges, but I should have found a private place to release them, not defiled my body in public.

After a long rant, my mom wouldn't let me sleep.

She wanted me to reflect on my actions and come up with a reasonable way to punish myself. If I was too lenient with my punishment, she wouldn't rule out discussing the matter with my father.

Sitting in my room, my mind was a complete mess.

I was fucking terrified that my father would find out about this.

I can imagine his first reaction would be to pull off his belt and whip me mercilessly.

Mom turned on the tap, preparing to take a shower. A few minutes later, she left the master bedroom and headed for the bathroom. She was only wrapped in a towel, and I could clearly see her silhouette because our rooms were very close.

My older sister had been asleep for thirty minutes, and I desperately wanted to sleep.

However, I had to stay awake and wait for Mom's permission.

As she passed my room, I saw Mom's entire back.

The towel only covered her front; her back and buttocks were completely exposed.

Listening to the sound of the shower water, about ten minutes later, she opened the door and called out to me, asking me to get her a clean towel.

I grabbed a towel from the cabinet at the end of the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door. "

Come in, Jimmy!" The moment I opened the door, I saw my mother raise her left foot, placing it on the edge of the bathtub, while her right foot, still on the floor, revealed beautifully defined muscles.

Good heavens! From behind, I could see her pink pubic area! I stood there, stunned, unsure how to react. After a few seconds of hesitation, I said, "Mom, here you go."

My mother didn't turn around; instead, she asked me to dry her back.

I took a few steps forward, wiping her shoulders and back a few times, then said, "Done."

The whole back-drying process probably took less than two minutes; I did it hastily, worried she might turn around and slap me. "

Okay, honey, thank you!" My mother's posture remained unchanged.

I turned to leave, and before closing the door, I lingered for a while, gazing longingly at her beautiful vulva.

Walking down the corridor, my penis was rock hard.

Back in the room, it showed no signs of softening.

I glanced at the time; it was 10:30.

A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open. My mother stood before my room, her toes very close to the door.

Most importantly, she was completely naked! Her pubic hair was clearly meticulously trimmed, presenting a perfect image. Her

two large breasts drooped slightly, topped with two light brown nipples.

I didn't know what to say, much less what to do.

Shocked, I could only feel the strange sensation in my penis.

She looked at me and said gently, "Have you thought it through?" "Wait a minute, I'll be right back."

I watched my mother go into her room. She gave me a smile as she turned back, stood by the bed, picked up her green robe, and put it on.

After adjusting the robe slightly, she returned to the hallway.

I heard her go up to the third floor towards my sisters' rooms. I knew this because the stairs to the third floor had some problems, so they made a creaking sound when you stepped on them.

Then, I heard her turn around, and my mother poked her head into my door, asking me to go to her bedroom.

I covered my groin with my hand and went into my mother's bedroom, seeing her half-reclined on the bed.

Her robe was still on, but it couldn't hide her genitals.

I tried hard not to look, afraid that this was a test from my mother, and if I had any strange reaction, she would punish me.

I suspect my mother was deliberately teasing me, then she would tell me to go back to my room, and then she would wait outside. If she heard any noise, possibly from my masturbation, she would immediately rush into the room and beat me up, just like Christine was beaten up last year for lying.

I remember that day, a boy came to visit Christine.

She wouldn't let the boy into our house, but they chatted by the door for about five minutes, and then the boy left.

The neighbor told my mother about this. After dinner, my mother asked Christine what she had done in the evening, and Christine answered no.

My mother asked if anyone had come to see her, and she still said no.

My mother got up and left. When she returned, she had a leather belt in her hand. Without warning, she began whipping Christine's back.

My older sister, in pain, quickly got up, trying to block her mother's attack with her hands.

My mother showed no mercy, grabbing my sister's clothes and tearing and

beating her mercilessly. My sister couldn't help but scream. My

mother continued her beating in the kitchen, chasing my sister from the kitchen to the living room, until even my sister's bra was knocked off.

My younger sister and I screamed, begging my mother to stop.

She stopped, but only fifteen minutes later.

Christine's body was covered in bloody whip marks, and my mother, her face ashen, pointed at us, warning that if we dared to lie, she would kill us.

At this moment, these terrifying memories flooded back into my mind.

Suddenly, I remembered that Thanksgiving night when I was twelve. She smelled cigarette smoke on me and, without a word, beat me up in front of all our family and friends.

Sit down, darling.

Mom interrupted my thoughts, patting the bed.

After sitting down, I focused my gaze on her face, carefully avoiding looking at her figure. "

Have you decided on your punishment, Jimmy?" "Not yet." "

Okay.

If you're willing to tell the truth, maybe I can let you leave without telling your dad.

Willing to tell the truth? Let's talk like two adults." "

Okay, Mom, I'm willing."

"Good! Look at me, how do I look?" "You look great, Mom.

You're beautiful!" Mom suddenly reached out and stroked my thigh, then moved her hand over my penis through my pants.

I was still completely confused, not knowing if Mom was testing me or if she really wanted me to sleep with her. "

Let me see you, Jimmy, stand up."

I stood up and looked at her. She rolled down my pants, and my penis sprang out.

My mother's actions startled me; I was too scared to move.

Mom sat up straight, grabbed my penis, and teased the glans with her fingers, stroking the pre-ejaculate. "

Come on, go lock your bedroom door first.

When you come back to Mom's room, close the door."

But if I did that, I wouldn't be able to go back to my own room. "

Do as I say. Go, and remember to lock the door when you come back."

I had no choice but to do as she said. I took a few steps, locked my bedroom door, went back into Mom's room, and locked her door.

Mom stood up, put her index finger to her lips, and said, "If your sister or younger sister comes downstairs and sees our rooms are locked, they'll think we're all asleep."

I walked to the bed, and Mom pulled me towards her. Then, she kissed me, her tongue entering my mouth.

I naturally responded with action, my fingers quickly finding their way to her hot, wet vulva.

I hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately while my fingers moved in and out of her vulva.

I wanted to lick her vulva, but she told me to take off my pants first.

Climbing onto the bed, Mom spread her legs wide and grabbed my penis, guiding it into her vulva.

So wet, so slippery, and so hot—I'd never fucked such a wonderful cunt before.

On the first thrust, my penis almost completely disappeared inside her.

My mother's arms wrapped tightly around my neck, pulling me down and kissing me passionately, our tongues entwined.

I was completely lost in the kiss, my lower body working tirelessly, enjoying the wonderful cunt I had never experienced before.

A few minutes later, she tilted her head back and began to moan loudly.

I was startled and quickly said, "Shh, keep it down, Mom, you'll wake everyone up."

My mother opened her eyes, smiled, and then closed them again.

She placed her hands on my buttocks and raised her legs higher.

After a few seconds of silence, she began to moan again with her eyes closed.

Although her labia were open wider, my penis had grown even larger, just enough to fill her unsatisfied cunt.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I fucked her passionately, the only sounds between us being her moans and heavy breathing.

After eight to ten minutes, my mother began to react intensely; I could feel her vaginal walls opening and closing rapidly, gripping my penis with incredible pleasure.

When I vigorously rubbed her buttocks, she started to scream again.

I quickly composed myself, pulled out my penis to avoid reaching orgasm too soon.

To calm her down, I kissed her passionately.

We made love, sweating, the room filled with intense lust.

Observing my mother's physical reactions, I guessed she had probably orgasmed five times.

Reaching my limit, I laid my mother flat, lifted her head, and thrust my penis into her again.

I was full of energy, as if the previous thrusting had never happened.

I fucked her wildly, and my mother just lay there enduring it, taking in my sweat dripping onto her cheeks.

At the moment of climax, I gripped her buttocks tightly, pressing her body as close to me as possible, trying to penetrate her as deeply as possible.

I ejaculated inside her, her body trembling, murmuring "oh oh ah" and my name.

I pressed my lips to hers, soothing her moans with kisses.

After a while, I listened intently to the sounds in the room.

Silence; everything seemed fine.

A few minutes later, my mother suddenly hugged me tightly, kissing my neck and licking my chest passionately.

Her efforts left four hickeys on me, two on my neck and two on my chest.

Tomorrow, I will proudly display them on campus.

Knowing I hadn't woken my sisters, I got up and went to the window. My penis, still covered in semen, was very hard.

I opened the window, took a few breaths of fresh air, looked at the starry sky, closed the window, and went back to bed.

For the next ninety minutes, Mom and I had sex three more times.

Afterwards, I wanted to have sex again, but Mom said no.

She got up and changed the sheets, throwing the sweat- and semen-soaked sheets into the washing machine. Finally, she sprayed some perfume and deodorant in the room and did a simple cleaning.

The next day, Mom insisted that my older and younger sisters attend a women's etiquette class.

This meant that two nights a week, we'd have several hours alone together.

Whenever we had the chance, wherever we were, we'd make love.

Of course, I'd still have sex with Christine, but I didn't dare let my mom know.

And of course, I didn't let my older sister know about my affair with my mom.

My relationship with Christine ended when she went to college.

She got engaged to her high school boyfriend, a twelve-hour drive from the university, and they often went together.

For the next two years, I made love with my mother countless times, in many different ways.

When I became a college student, the frequency of our sex decreased dramatically, not because she lost her charm, but because I had to live on campus.

The above account is from twenty-one years ago.

Once it happens, it will happen two or three times, or even countless times.

Whether it's my older sister or my mother, we seize every opportunity to make love, regardless of time or place.

Now, at thirty-six, I've been married for a long time and have been working for almost fourteen years.

I'm the vice president of a company, I've made a lot of money, and I have four children—whose names I cannot disclose.

The drive back to my hometown takes eight hours, so I don't visit my parents often.

However, whenever I go back, or they come to visit, my mother and I try to find time to make love.

Honestly, she's still amazing! Three months ago, I was assigned to work back in my hometown.

After a 20-mile journey, I finally arrived.

My father is rarely home now; he's started breeding horses for the horse racing association, responsible for raising good breeds.

This job allowed him and his mother to live a comfortable life.

During the first week back home, his mother helped us unpack.

I wanted to sleep with her, but with my wife and children there, I had to give up.

However, three days ago, his wife took the children to visit her parents, while his mother stayed home to help him tidy up his room.

Honestly, she had gained about fifteen pounds.

But this didn't diminish her charm at all; she was as sexy as ever.

That night, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

I never knew that having sex with a woman twenty years my senior could be so enjoyable; it was my mother's experience that made me realize it.

Now, his mother and he are planning to attend Christine's graduation ceremony.

It will take about sixteen hours to get to their school.

I had a plan: drive eight hours, then find a hotel to stay with my mother, and continue the rest of the journey the next day.

For those two days, my mother's body would belong entirely to me.

Returning home was truly a joyous occasion.

My life had been very uneventful.

Until I was 15, I not only had a girlfriend but also cheated on her, and tasted some of the sweetness of it all.

I have a younger sister and an older sister, a year older than me.

My father got a promotion at work, and his salary was quite good.

He was a police officer, and one night, near a local bar, he witnessed a robbery in progress. To stop the two suspects, he pulled out his gun.

He ended up wounding one and killing the other.

Details are omitted, but given the high crime rate in the area, this incident made my father a hero.

Therefore, he accepted interviews from all over the country, wrote some articles, and received extra work teaching shooting techniques.

At the same time, he was promoted to squad leader, took on the wardens project, his patrol area expanded, and his working hours increased to four days a week, twelve hours a day.

Naturally, his salary also tripled.

The future seemed full of hope.

My father's 40-minute night patrols, coupled with my mother's inattention, gave me the opportunity to indulge in forbidden fruit.

In the evenings, I would usually gather and chat with friends or my girlfriend in the backyard, which was almost completely dark if the yard lights weren't on.

My sisters' rooms were on the top floor, while my parents' room was at the other end of the hallway, opposite my bedroom.

Like other kids, I'd often pat my sisters' bottoms or grab and rub their breasts, taking advantage of them.

Whenever I had the chance, I'd suddenly hug my older sister Christine from behind, or follow her into the bedroom, pounce on her on the bed, and grope her as I pleased.

A few times, my older sister and I sneaked into our parents' bedroom and found the sex toys they hid in the closet.

We'd take out pornographic videos and watch them together.

I remember the last time we did this, we almost actually made it.
We caressed and kissed each other, but at the last minute, my older sister refused to let me finish because my penis looked too big.

However, she was still very considerate and helped me masturbate several times.

While sitting side-by-side on the edge of the bed watching porn, we both orgasmed several times.

She would slip her hand inside her cute panties and caress her genitals, while I would vigorously stroke my penis.

We even discovered the vibrator Mom used; she owned three, one hidden under the mattress and the other two in the bathroom cabinet.

She probably thought these were good places to hide things, forgetting that curious teenagers are capable of digging up anything.

One night, Christine and I were sitting on the swings in the backyard. She had pulled her skirt up to her thighs, wasn't wearing underwear, and was displaying her genitals.

Instinctively, I stroked her slightly hairy pubic area and smoothly inserted my finger inside.

At the same time, she took out my penis and slowly and curiously began to stroke it up and down.

We were both sexually experienced.

She took birth control pills, while I preferred condoms.

Her boyfriend was on the school football team, and he slept with her.

I even covered for her a couple of times when she sneaked out on dates.

Then, needless to say, we let things progress naturally, so I slept with her.

Christine said she wasn't confident she could handle my nine-inch penis, so she first bent down and gave me oral sex.

I leaned back in my chair, enjoying the feeling of her tongue licking my penis while my fingers went in and out of her vagina.

A few minutes later, she looked up, kissed my lips, and said, "It's your turn to help me!" I got off the chair, knelt on the floor, and began kissing my older sister's vulva.

I sucked and licked, and under my onslaught, she pressed my head down tightly, refusing to let go even after her first orgasm, allowing me to launch a second round of assault.

At this moment, my penis was as hard as a rock.

I stood up, pulled her forward, letting her sit on the edge of the chair, and then gently and slowly thrust my penis forward. When my penis was about five inches inside her, I was so excited that I couldn't control myself and felt like I was about to ejaculate.

My older sister, who was holding me tightly, sensed my unusual reaction through the vaginal walls and quickly shouted: "Don't ejaculate inside!" However, she shouted too slowly, so my first wave of semen still shot inside.

However, the rest of the semen sprayed all over the chair and my older sister's skirt.

She jumped up and wiped away a clump of semen with her hand.

She got up from the chair and said, "Jimmy, look what you've done! Now I'm going to wash this skirt.

Don't let anyone know what we did, you hear me? You absolutely can't tell anyone about this, or Dad and Mom will kill us!" She warned me repeatedly.

I nodded in agreement, and after she left, I put my penis back in my underwear and pulled up my pajama pants.

After tidying myself up, I went inside a few minutes later.

I planned to get some toilet paper and then go back to the backyard to cover up the white evidence on the chair, but a phone call from a friend delayed me for fifteen minutes.

While I was on the phone, Mom turned on the yard light and went to the backyard to read.

As a result, when she sat on the swing chair, her beautiful clothes were immediately stained with my semen.

I was leisurely talking on the phone when I suddenly realized something was wrong. I immediately stood up, but before I could react, Mom had already spoken. "

Hang up right now!" I hurriedly hung up, and Mom immediately asked, "Jimmy, what were you doing in the backyard?" "Nothing, Mom.

I didn't do anything, just chatted with Christine in the chair and then came back."

"What did you do before you came in?" Mom kept focusing on this. "

Mom, I really didn't do anything."

Facts speak louder than words. Mom turned around, showing me the semen on her body, and then told me to follow her.

In the kitchen, she picked up some tissues and a bottle of cleaning solution, then handed them to me.

We went to the backyard; the lights were still on.

Damn it! The semen was still there, somewhat dried, but it still left a stain, even a little sticky. "

Mr. Jimmy! Wipe it clean!" Mom ordered, watching me intently without moving.

While wiping, I still insisted I was innocent.

Mom finally spoke: "Okay, then take off your pants, and we'll see if you've been lying."

What? My mind went blank.

Mom repeated herself, adding that if I continued to lie, she wouldn't hesitate to kick me out of the house.

I couldn't understand how she could make such a demand, but I didn't want to disobey, so I obediently complied.

And as I pulled my outer pants down to my knees, Mom suddenly reached out and pulled down my underwear! She examined my still slightly damp penis closely and noticed a large stain in the center of my underwear.

This was the most embarrassing and awkward moment of my life! Mom then pulled my pants down to my calves, looking at my semi-erect penis, her hand barely inches from it. "

What's this?" she asked, pointing to the stain on my underwear.

Caught red-handed, I felt extremely frustrated. At that moment, Mom looked at me, and I remained silent with my head down.

After a while, I began to apologize.

Mom didn't say a word, just stared at my penis.

After a minute or two of silence, she helped me put my pants back on and told me to clean the chair and then have a proper talk with her.

My older sister, at home, was still unaware of what had happened.

I was incredibly uneasy because I'd just been grounded for three days for passing pornographic photos during class.

While I was cleaning up, Mom stared at me intently, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Then I went home, bracing myself for a scolding.

Suddenly, my older sister and younger sister came downstairs into the kitchen and started making sandwiches.

They made me a sausage and cheese sandwich, and while we ate, Mom was reading in the backyard.

After finishing her milk, my younger sister Cindy went back to her bedroom to go to bed.

Seizing the opportunity, I told Christine what had just happened.

She was terrified and demanded that I never let Mom know what we'd just done.

I repeatedly assured her that I would absolutely not let a word slip.

After all, I was more afraid than she was of the potential consequences if this were found out.

As Christine was about to go back to her room, my mother came in. They said goodnight to each other and then turned off the lights in the living room and kitchen.

Back in my bedroom, after showering, my mother came into my room and immediately asked if my older sister was there when I ejaculated.

I said that my sister had already left when I masturbated, so she didn't know what I did.

My mother then launched into a lecture, saying that she could understand teenagers having sexual urges, but I should find a private place to release them, not defile my body in public.

After nagging on and on, my mother wouldn't let me sleep.

She told me to reflect on my actions and propose a reasonable punishment. If my punishment was too lenient, she wouldn't rule out discussing the matter with my father.

Sitting in my room, my mind was a complete mess.

I was fucking terrified that my father would find out.

I imagined his first reaction would be to pull off his belt and give me a good whipping.

Mom turned on the tap, preparing to take a shower. A few minutes later, she left the master bedroom and headed for the bathroom. She was only wrapped in a towel, and I could clearly see her silhouette because our rooms were very close.

My older sister had been asleep for thirty minutes, and I desperately wanted to sleep.

However, I had to stay awake and wait for Mom's permission.

As she passed my room, I saw Mom's entire back.

The bath towel only covered her front; her back and buttocks were completely exposed.

After about ten minutes, listening to the sound of the water, she opened the door and called out to me, asking me to get her a clean towel.

I took a towel from the cabinet at the end of the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door. "

Come in, Jimmy!" The moment I opened the door, I saw my mother raise her left foot, placing it on the edge of the bathtub, while her right foot, still on the floor, revealed beautiful muscle lines.

Good heavens! From behind, I could see her pink genitals! I stood there, stunned, unsure how to react. After a few seconds of hesitation, I said, "Mom, here you go."

My mother didn't turn around; instead, she asked me to dry her back.

I took a few steps forward, wiping her shoulders and back a few times, and then said, "Done."

The whole back-rubbing session probably took less than two minutes; I rushed through it, worried she might turn around and slap me.

Okay, honey, thank you! Mom's posture remained unchanged.

I turned to leave, and before closing the door, I lingered for a while, reluctantly taking one last look at her beautiful vulva.

Walking down the corridor, my penis was rock hard.

Back in the room, it showed no signs of softening.

I glanced at the time; it was 10:30.

A few minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open, and Mom came to my room, her toes very close to the door.

Most importantly, she was completely naked! Mom's pubic hair was clearly meticulously trimmed, presenting a perfect image.

Two large breasts drooped slightly, topped with two light brown nipples.

I didn't know what to say, let alone what to do.

Shocked, I could only feel the strange sensation in my penis.

She looked at me and said gently, "Have you thought it through? Wait for me, I'll be right back."

I watched my mother go into her room. She gave me a smile as she turned back, stood by the bed, picked up her green robe, and put it on. After

adjusting the robe slightly, she returned to the hallway.

I heard her go up to the third floor towards her sisters' rooms. I knew this because the stairs to the third floor had some problems, so they made a creaking sound when you stepped on them.

Then, I heard her turn around, and my mother poked her head into my door, asking me to go to her bedroom.

I covered my groin with my hand and walked into my mother's bedroom, where I saw her half-reclined on the bed.

Her robe was still on, but it couldn't hide her genitals.

I tried hard not to look, afraid that this was a test from my mother, and if I had any strange reaction, she would punish me.

I guessed that my mother was deliberately teasing me, and then she would tell me to go back to my room. She would then wait outside my room, and if she heard any noise that might be caused by my masturbation, she would immediately rush into the room and beat me up, just like Christine was beaten up last year for lying.

I remember that day, a boy came to visit Christine.

She wouldn't let the boy into our house, but they chatted by the door for about five minutes, and then the boy left.

The neighbor told her mother about this, and after dinner, her mother asked Christine what she had done in the evening. Christine replied that she hadn't done anything.

Her mother asked her if anyone had come looking for her, and she still said no.

My mother got up and left. When she returned, she had a leather belt in her hand. Without warning, she began whipping Christine's back.

My older sister, in pain, quickly got up, trying to block her mother's attack with her hands.

My mother showed no mercy, grabbing my sister's clothes and tearing and

beating her mercilessly. My sister couldn't help but scream. My

mother continued her beating in the kitchen, chasing my sister from the kitchen to the living room, until even my sister's bra was knocked off.

My younger sister and I screamed, begging my mother to stop.

She stopped, but only fifteen minutes later.

Christine's body was covered in bloody whip marks, and my mother, her face ashen, pointed at us, warning that if we dared to lie, she would kill us.

At this moment, those terrifying memories flooded back.

Suddenly, I remembered that Thanksgiving night when I was twelve. She smelled cigarette smoke on me and, without a word, beat me up in front of all our family and friends. "

Sit down, honey."

Mom interrupted my thoughts, patting the bed.

After sitting down, I focused my gaze on her face, carefully avoiding looking at her figure. "

Have you decided on your punishment, Jimmy?" "Not yet." "

Okay.

If you're willing to tell the truth, maybe I can let you leave without telling your dad.

Will you tell the truth? Let's talk like two adults. " "

Okay, Mom, I'm willing. " "

Very good! Look at me, how do I look?" "You look great, Mom.

You're beautiful!" Suddenly, Mom reached out and stroked my thigh, then moved her hand over my penis through my pants.

I was still completely confused, unsure if Mom was testing me or if she really wanted me to sleep with her. "

Let me see you, Jimmy, stand up."

I stood up, looking at her. She rolled down my pants, and my penis sprang out.

Mom's actions startled me; I was too scared to move.

Mom sat up straight, grabbed my penis, and teased the glans with her fingers, stroking the pre-ejaculate. "

Come on, go lock your bedroom door first.

When you come back to Mom's room, close the door."

But then I wouldn't be able to go back to my bedroom. "

Do as I say, go, and remember to lock the door when you come back."

I had no choice but to comply. I took a few steps, locked my bedroom door, and went back into my mother's room, locking her door behind me.

My mother stood up, put her index finger to her lips, and said, "If your sister or younger sister comes downstairs and sees our rooms locked, they'll think we're all asleep."

I walked to the bedside, and my mother pulled me towards her. Then, she kissed me, her tongue entering my mouth.

I responded naturally, my fingers quickly finding their way to her hot, wet vulva.

I hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately while my fingers moved in and out of her vulva.

I wanted to lick her cunt, but she told me to take off my pants first.

Climbing onto the bed, my mother spread her legs wide and grabbed my penis, guiding it into her vulva.

So wet, so slippery, and so hot—I'd never fucked such a wonderful cunt before.

On the first thrust, my penis almost completely disappeared inside her.

Mom's hands tightly encircled my neck, pressing me down and kissing me passionately, our tongues entwined.

I was completely lost in the kiss, my lower body working tirelessly, fucking this amazing cunt I'd never experienced before.

A few minutes later, she tilted her head back and began to moan loudly.

I was startled and quickly said, "Shh, keep it down, Mom, you'll wake everyone."

Mom opened her eyes, smiled, and then closed them again.

She placed her hands on my buttocks and raised her legs higher.

After a few seconds of silence, she began to moan again with her eyes closed.

Although her labia parted wider, my penis grew even larger, just enough to fill her insatiable vagina.

Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! I fucked her passionately, the only sounds between us being her moans and heavy breathing.

After eight to ten minutes, my mother began to react intensely; I could feel her vaginal walls opening and closing rapidly, gripping my penis with incredible pleasure.

When I vigorously rubbed her buttocks, she started to scream again.

I quickly composed myself, pulled out my penis to avoid reaching orgasm too soon.

To calm her down, I kissed her passionately.

We made love, sweating, the room filled with intense lust.

Observing my mother's physical reactions, I guessed she had probably orgasmed five times.

Reaching her limit, I laid her flat, lifted her head, and thrust my penis into her again.

I was full of energy, as if the previous thrusting had never happened.

I fucked her wildly, and my mother simply lay there, enduring the sweat dripping onto her cheeks.

During her orgasm, I gripped her buttocks tightly, pressing her body as close to me as possible, trying to penetrate her as deeply as possible.

I ejaculated inside her; her body trembled, murmuring "oh oh ah" and my name.

I pressed my lips to hers, soothing her moans with kisses.

After a while, I listened intently to the sounds inside the room.

Silence; everything seemed fine.

A few minutes later, Mom suddenly hugged me tightly, kissing and sucking my neck and licking my chest.

Her efforts left four hickeys on me—two on my neck and two on my chest.

Tomorrow, I'll proudly display them on campus.

Knowing I hadn't woken my sisters, I got up and went to the window. My penis, still covered in semen, was very hard.

I opened the window, took a few breaths of fresh air, looked at the starry sky, closed the window, and went back to bed.

For the next ninety minutes, Mom and I had sex three more times.

Afterwards, I wanted to have more sex, but Mom said no.

She got up to change the sheets, throwing the sweat- and vaginal fluid-soaked sheets into the washing machine. Finally, she sprayed some perfume and deodorant in the room and did a quick clean.

The next day, Mom insisted that my older sister and younger sister attend a women's etiquette class.

This meant that two nights a week, the two of us would have several hours alone together.

Whenever we had the chance, no matter where we were, we made love.

Of course, I still slept with Christine, but I didn't dare let Mom know.

And of course, I didn't let my older sister know about my affair with Mom.

My relationship with Christine ended when she went to college.

She got engaged to her high school boyfriend, whose commute to college was a twelve-hour drive, and they often traveled together.

Over the next two years, my mother and I made love countless times, in a wide variety of ways.

When I became a college student, the frequency of my sexual encounters with my mother decreased dramatically. It wasn't that she lost her charm; it

was simply that I had to live on campus. The above account dates back 21 years.

Once it happened, it would happen again and again, even countless times.

Whether it was my older sister or my mother, we would seize any opportunity to make love, regardless of location or time.

Now, at 36, I've been married for a long time and have been working for almost 14 years.

I'm the vice president of a company, I've made a lot of money, and I have four children—whose names I cannot disclose.

The journey back to my hometown takes eight hours, so I don't visit my parents often.

However, whenever I go back, or when they come to visit, my mother and I try to find time to make love.

Honestly, she's still amazing! Three months ago, I was assigned to work back in my hometown.

After a 20-mile journey, I finally returned home.

My father is rarely home now; he's started breeding horses for the horse racing association, responsible for raising good breeds.

This job allows him and my mother to live a comfortable life.

During my first week back home, my mother helped us unpack.

I wanted to sleep with her, but with my wife and children there, I had to give up.

However, three days ago, my wife took the children to visit her parents, leaving my mother at home to help me tidy up my room.

Honestly, she'd gained about fifteen pounds.

But that didn't diminish her charm at all; she was as sexy as ever.

That night, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

I never knew that making love with a woman twenty years my senior could be so enjoyable; it was my mother's experience that made me realize that.

Now, my mother and I are planning to attend Christine's graduation ceremony.

It will take about sixteen hours to get to their school.

I have a plan: drive eight hours first, then find a hotel to stay with my mother, and continue the rest of the journey the next day.

For these two days, my mother's body will belong entirely to me.

Returning home is truly a very happy thing.

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