Incestuous Night Between Two Mothers and Sons

"From now on, you're not allowed to mention that little bitch in front of me!" Mom was furious, practically
roaring .

"Mom, Heidi isn't a little bitch!" someone retorted defiantly.

"If you want to find a woman to have fun with," Mom continued roaring, "I'd rather spend money to
find you an older woman with sexual experience to teach you."

Lately, for some reason, I've been wanting to talk to Mom about that summer, that summer night. That summer night
we spent together.

"What's the most memorable thing about you?" I asked her.

"Everything, almost every detail," Mom answered earnestly.

"Me too, it's definitely an unforgettable memory," I agreed.

"Whenever I think about it," Mom's eyes began to brighten, she agreed with me,
"there are so many unforgettable things from that time."

What wonderful memories, what an unbelievable experience! Just thinking about that unbelievable summer,
that incredible summer night, makes me incredibly excited, and my crotch involuntarily
throbs . Because it was that summer that I lost my virginity.

I was only a little over ten years old at the time. My uncle had rented a holiday home in northern Robinson Crusoe
as a base for our two families' trip. My father couldn't
be away wasn't particularly interested in outdoor travel. So, naturally, he stayed home.
But no one cared about my father's absence. My parents' marriage was already
on the verge of collapse. Because of this, my uncle always looked down on him.

Early Monday morning, my uncle Floyd, my aunt Barbara, and my cousin Robert drove to our house
to pick us up. We put our luggage in the back of the car and set off.

After driving north for about two hours, we arrived at Big Bear Lake.

My uncle was driving. My uncle Floyd was a 43-
year-old . Sitting next to him was, of course, my aunt Barbara. Barbara
was forty-three. She was a native-born American, quite robust, with short,
trendy brown hair—brown eyes, dark skin, and always a radiant smile.
What other ? I can't quite remember. But Barbara was undeniably a sexy bombshell, always
a woman who drew attention.

Sitting next to me was my cousin Robert, who shared the same skin color as his mother, and of course, my mother—
Susan.

My mother was thirty-eight. Unlike my aunt, she was slender, fair-skinned, with blond hair and blue
eyes, and always wore a charming smile. Years of ballet training had given her strong, long legs; her
buttocks were probably unmatched in our area.

And I, I looked like my mother, just with a tanned complexion.

Finally, we arrived at our vacation home. Everyone felt both tired and excited. The holiday home had two floors with three bedrooms in
total , two upstairs and one downstairs next to the kitchen. Naturally,
Robert and I shared a bedroom, Mom had one all to herself, and my uncle and aunt stayed
in .

We unpacked, made our beds, and truly began to enjoy our week-long vacation.

What was wonderful was that it was different from home; there was no oppressive heat or stifling
atmosphere. Besides, the breeze blowing from the mountains was cool and refreshing, making it incredibly pleasant!

For the first few days, nothing particularly noteworthy happened; we were all together, having fun. We played and enjoyed
ourselves, fully embracing everything nature had to offer.

Sometimes, while Mom and Aunt were engrossed in their conversation, Uncle was preoccupied with taking care of
everything , and Robert and I, for no reason, tried every possible way to cause trouble, but we failed.

Everything was so orderly; we simply didn't have a chance!

Then came "that morning." Early that morning, my uncle suddenly received a call from
his company. He worked for a large credit company, specializing in electrical appliances. Because of the sweltering heat,
everyone wanted him to fix the company's air conditioning, so he had to go home.

I had already prepared to go home early, but he said he would try to get back
before and advised us not to rush home. We all stayed there, and only my uncle went
home. Of course, once he got home, he had no time to get back. That evening, my aunt and
mother were worried about him, constantly anxious, wondering
what might have happened if he didn't return so late. It wasn't until 8 pm that they received a call from him. He said he had to stay home that night because company
business had unexpectedly become overwhelming, and he couldn't handle it all at once, but he promised he would definitely
be back the next day.

It seemed the two middle-aged women and two energetic young men would have to spend the night alone. Later,
I realized this was the main trigger for the whole thing.

Until midnight, neither Robert nor I were sleepy. We talked about our most cherished
topics —music and women. At first, we were simply immersed in the romance brought by the beautiful music, and then
slowly the topic of women came up. Who knew that once the topic was brought up, we would talk more and more enthusiastically? Although
neither Robert nor I had ever truly experienced a woman, we talked and talked. I remember we
were talking about a woman named Wendy. She had light dark skin and a voluptuous figure;
she was one of the sexiest women I had ever seen. Because she was an old classmate of mine, she was
the first , and I kept rambling on and on, as if all the good qualities of her were concentrated in her
.

I remember once talking about her with my mother like this, and to my surprise, she immediately
got angry.

"Outside of school, you're not allowed to mention that bitch in front of me." She was practically bursting with rage.

"I don't think she's a slut!" I wasn't going to back down, so I immediately retorted to my mother.

Maybe Wendy really was that kind of person, but I don't know, because I never knew anything about her.
All I know is that she was incredibly beautiful! So beautiful that just thinking about her made my mouth water. But Mom didn't
let me off the hook; she was still yelling.

"If you want to find a woman to have fun with," Mom continued, "I'd rather pay to
find you an older woman with sexual experience to teach you."

Mom's words shocked me deeply.

How ridiculous! What did Mom mean? Although we were considered middle-class at the time
, I couldn't afford to go to a prostitute. Immediately, I wisely ended
the conversation with Mom and never dared to mention it to her again.

Later, I graduated and came here on vacation with Mom. In this vacation home,
for reason, I suddenly thought of her, and so I started talking about her with my cousin again.

At this moment, we knew that Mom and Aunt were downstairs, probably chatting
away . My cousin and I, however, had no idea that their topic was none other than our two
precious sons. During their conversation, Mom naturally brought up Wendy, saying, "I don't want my children hanging out with
those ." It was a perfect match; surprisingly, Aunt's views were the same as Mom's.

"The children are getting older; they should learn how to handle sex properly," Mom sighed
.

"Yes, that's a dangerous,
naive can easily go astray," Aunt agreed. "Then all our hard work will be wasted."

"That's exactly why I've always hired an experienced, older woman to teach him,"
Mom suddenly remembered something she had told me.

"What?" Aunt asked, her eyes wide.

"A woman with sexual experience often knows how to handle matters between men and women, and also knows how
to guide a man to have sex with her."

"..." Looking at her mother, the aunt remained silent.

This was completely unexpected; what could she say?

"But I don't trust other women," the mother said, looking at her aunt. "So, I think,
Barbara, why don't we teach them?"

"What?" The aunt's eyes widened; she never expected her mother to say such a thing.

"I mean, let us teach those two children," the mother said firmly.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. You mean, you mean we have sex with the children?"

"..." The mother said nothing; she simply nodded.

"You're not kidding, are you, Susan?" Auntie's eyes widened. "You don't know? That's
incest! Susan, it's incest, you don't know that?"

Mom sighed and said, "Forget it, Barbara, don't lecture me. I won't listen.
Even if anyone else tries to persuade me, I won't listen."

After a moment of silence, Mom's words became more explicit. She said, "Fine, since you
don't want do it, then I'll do it. I'm going to have sex with my son, and of course, I'll have sex with your son too."

Her eyes were wide open, her mouth agape, trembling. It seemed Auntie wanted to say
something, but for a moment, she couldn't say anything.

"What's wrong? Barbara, what do you want to say?" Mom asked, looking at her.

My aunt just kept shaking her hands and head, stammering, "I don't
know , I really don't know." She swallowed hard, her voice sounding strained, "Don't ask
me, I mean... I just... I don't know."

"What are you afraid of? It's just you, me, and our son here.
Besides us , only heaven, earth, you, me, and our son know."

"..." My aunt remained silent.

"Do you really think it's a bad thing?"

"..." My aunt remained silent.

"Oh, I see, you've already accepted it in your heart."

"Accepted? How do you know?"

"Did I say something wrong? How about this, you go play with my son, and I'll make
love with Robert. How about that?"

Barbara's eyes were still fixed on her mother, her expression suspicious. "Are you serious? You really want to
make love with our son, don't you?"

Nodding vigorously, her mother said firmly, "Yes, I really want to make love with them.
I've been thinking about this for months, and only today have I truly made up my mind..."

"Barbara, stop hesitating. Floyd isn't here tonight anyway, and you, don't you often
cheat on him? Neither of us are truly faithful wives. Can we
play with others but not with our son?"

"That's true, but do you know, this is completely different from us having affairs outside?"

Lowering her voice, Mom said to her aunt, "Barbara, you know what? The two upstairs are young men.
They're not little boys anymore; they're fully developed, their sexual function is very strong. But
they haven't been with a woman yet; they're still virgins. Rather than letting other promiscuous or wanton women get there first
, why don't we teach them? Don't you think that..."

Mom laughed, a genuine, smug laugh.

"I'm sure playing with them would be incredibly fun."

Smiling at her aunt, she added, "Didn't you see how handsome they are?"

Finally, her aunt laughed too. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, then she shook her head and said,
"But, what will happen to them?"

When it comes to women, we men always get all excited and start daydreaming. Sitting on the bed, Robert and I were both
daydreaming and brainstorming, talking about whatever came to mind, sometimes in hushed tones, sometimes laughing loudly,
thoroughly ourselves. Of course, when we were feeling triumphant, we would tease each other, having a wonderful time.

"Pop, pop, pop," just as we were laughing hysterically, a knock on the door interrupted our
conversation .

Still chuckling, we both jumped up and rushed to open the door.

When it opened, we froze, speechless for a long moment!

Standing outside were my mother and Robert's mother! Both women were wearing their most expensive pajamas,
short enough to barely cover their underwear, so thin that their cleavage was clearly visible.
While not exactly naked, they were practically half-naked.

Why was my mother, who was always so prim and proper in front of us, standing
there ?

Seeing our stunned expressions, the two mothers smiled smugly.

"Hey guys, come downstairs and watch TV with us women, okay?" My mother's smile
was absolutely mesmerizing!

I was speechless, and Robert was also utterly dumbfounded.

Just moments ago, we were chatting animatedly, lost in our fantasies, but now we're speechless.

Well, what can we say when faced with mothers dressed like this?

Our mothers! One has skin as smooth as jade, the other is dark-skinned, strong, and tall—as sexy as can be
! In the presence of such sexy women, everything we had imagined instantly became childish
fantasies. Only what's before our eyes is real.

We didn't dare look closely at our mothers, just held our breath and brushed past them.
But even as we passed them, the delicate, subtle fragrance of their expensive perfumes seeped into our
lungs, stimulating our desires.

Hearing their footsteps, we knew they were following us, but we didn't dare turn around. We
obediently went downstairs, sat quietly in the chairs, and remained motionless, our eyes fixed
on the television. Our mothers sat on the sofa, and we all stopped talking, just watching TV.

But could we really concentrate on watching TV?

No, we kept turning away as we watched. Neither Robert nor I
wanted our mothers to see us, because every unintentional glance would
catch a glimpse of the two women's bodies. Their legs were spread wide, as if trying to show off. Between their
legs, we could clearly see their underwear—thin panties, so narrow they barely
covered what we men were most interested in, only revealing a small V-shape
.

Although not completely naked, that kind of attire excited us more than full nudity. We had to
turn our backs to avoid them seeing our disheveled state, because our penises were
already throbbing!

We were nervous, we were anxious, we were uneasy. An invisible pressure bound us tightly. At that moment,
even a pin dropping would startle us. Then,

just as we were gripped by tension, a voice suddenly called out, "Robert!" Inadvertently,
Robert and I almost jumped in fright.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" That was my mother asking Robert.

Robert, still shaken, immediately smiled to hide his unease, but his
smile only accentuated his nervousness.

He glanced quickly at Barbara, lowered his head, and carefully said, "No."

A silence followed.

"Judging from your nervousness, it seems neither of you has ever seen a woman before," my mother chuckled. "
Tell me honestly, besides magazines, have you ever seen a woman naked?"

We became even more nervous, our eyes lowered, staring blankly at the ground, and whispering denials.

My mother gently turned to Barbara and said, "It seems it's time for us two young men
to see a woman naked. Barbara, don't you think?"

Barbara, equally nervous sitting on the sofa, widened her eyes and looked at my mother, saying, "Oh, yes, yes,
of course..."

To be honest, Barbara's body was trembling slightly. Now, I can't say whether we were
nervous or Barbara was more nervous at the time.

Unlike Barbara, Mom stood up with a beaming smile. Before us, her hands slowly
moved to her clothes, gently unbuttoning them. As she loosened them, her eyes would dart between me
and my cousin, then back to Barbara. Gradually, she grew more confident. She
knew she could completely control the situation, completely control us two young people, and of course,
completely control Barbara. As soon as

the buttons came undone, her ultra-thin nightgown fluttered to the floor. Good heavens, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
With the garment falling, her firm, shapely breasts were completely exposed to the light, exposed
to our very eyes. At that moment, her two small pink nipples were erect and pointed, as if
beckoning a man's mouth to reach out and suckle them.

Staring intently at us, Mom's gaze was completely uninhibited. She gently placed her hands on her breasts,
slowly and gently stroking them, while her lower body slowly twisted. As she twisted,
her hands gradually slid upwards, until they reached her two small pink nipples, which she
gently , carefully kneading them, then gently pulling them outwards.

In the living room, heavy breathing and loud swallowing sounds began to alternate.

Leaving her alluring breasts, her soft little hands pressed against her snow-white belly, slowly
sliding downwards, while her hips continued to twist in rhythm with the gestures. Her little hands slowly slid over her
faintly visible fibula, down to her well-maintained, still flat and fat-free abdomen, and then slowly
slipped into her underwear. Before our eyes, her little hands continued to move downwards, sliding
between her firm, jade-like legs, rubbing up and down in front of us.

At that moment, Mom's hands weren't just wiping her own genitals; they were practically wiping into our hearts. Our
hearts were pounding wildly, as if they might actually leap out of our bodies. She was gently...
She was rubbing her private parts, but to us, it felt like she was rubbing our penises. Our penises throbbed
with each stroke, almost bursting out of our pants.

After rubbing inside her underwear for a while, Mom leaned forward, her hand pressing down, and her
small panties immediately slipped off her perfect buttocks, nestled between her beautiful legs. She
closed her legs, and the panties, no longer obstructing her, finally floated lightly to the ground.

Smiling at us, Mom slightly parted her legs, displaying her thick,
abundant pubic hair. She reached her small hand to her mouth and secretly blew us a kiss, like a stripper,
her lower body swaying gracefully. In the swaying, her body slowly rotated; she wanted
to
show us her naked flesh, her white, smooth buttocks, and her entire body without reservation.

My God! Thank you for your favor, to enjoy such a sexy and adorable ass from this blonde woman!

Before my eyes, snowflakes drifted and moved. Who says snow is cold? Before my eyes, those snowflakes were nothing but
a ball of fire, a fire that would incinerate a man!

We breathed heavily, our eyes no longer restrained, only focused on that expanse of snow.

"Come on, Barbara, it's your turn to perform your nude act," Mom instructed
Barbara .

Clearly, Barbara was no match for my mother; she stood up, nervous and hesitant. When she
stood before us, her eyes were fixed on the ground, unable to meet our gaze.

Then, like Mom, she slowly began to undress, her face filled with tension, making me
feel she wanted to cry! But she continued, slowly removing her clothes. Finally, her clothes slipped
to the ground.

What a moment to look forward to!

"Oh!" As soon as Barbara's clothes were off, Robert let out a loud cry.

At the sound of Robert's cry, Barbara's body trembled. She dared not let her son see her
breasts , tightly covering them with her hands.

"Don't be like that, let our little boy admire them," Mom laughed, pulling her hands down.
"Covering yourself up like this, even the best things go to waste."

Actually, Auntie didn't need to be so nervous. Anyway, she was already undressed; how could she not
let ?

Wow, Auntie is Auntie! Compared to my mother, her breasts were much fuller! Even
the two small nipples on them were bigger than my mother's! Although they weren't as pointed and erect as my mother's,
and even looked a little droopy, they were indeed round and large, brownish, like two big
grapes , or two big acorns.

God, why do you always create such alluringly sexy beauties! My mother is like that, and my aunt is even more so!

Our eyes were glued to Mom's body, her breasts swaying wildly
. The more we looked, the harder our penises swelled. It was really uncomfortable.

Her upper body was already bare, and her hand touched her sexy little panties,
hesitating whether to take them off or not, over and over again, driving Robert and me nearly to the point of a heart attack. But several
times , she stopped, unable to bring herself to undress in front of her son and nephew. Her movements,
her eyes, seemed to be asking again and again, "What should I do? Oh God, what should I do?
Do I really have to take off my panties in front of my son?!"

The air grew heavier, the heavy air putting pressure on her, forcing her to make a decision!

Finally, my aunt gritted her teeth, her hands touching her underwear, her head bowed low. She slowly pushed her hands down,
and with one push, a thick, dark patch of pubic hair appeared before our eyes.

My eyes were fixed, unable to look away, unwilling to look away. My breathing was heavy and labored.
With those heavy breaths, my eyes slowly moved down my aunt's large breasts, slowly
sliding down, like skiing across a plain, finally stopping at that small,
slightly upturned area below her abdomen. There, countless pubic hairs were densely packed, tempting one
to count them with the eyes and touch them with the hands.

But I couldn't touch, I could only look. But just looking was enough for us! She stood quietly,
her legs tightly pressed together, and between her slightly dark, beautiful legs, a small slit of flesh appeared
clearly before our eyes.

My heart was pounding. I glanced sideways at my cousin, who was smacking his lips,
constantly moistening his dry mouth with his wet tongue.

Unlike my aunt, my mother was much more open. Standing next to her, she swayed
her round, large, smooth white bottom towards us.

No wonder she did that; she deserved it! The Creator is truly a magnificent cook
, creating such wonderful food with butter and cream. Now, in my mind,
this might be the best food in the world!

My aunt stood beside my mother, wanting to see us but afraid of our gaze; she hoped
to smile, but her smile was a jumble of emotions, not a genuine smile, but rather an
expression of impending tears. My mother, however, remained radiant, her smile as bright as a spring breeze. She kept twisting and turning,
sometimes bending her waist down, deliberately sticking out her full, slightly upturned buttocks. As
she did so, my eyes naturally followed her as she slowly parted her little secret crevice, exploring deeper inside…

Slowly, Mom's waist continued to bend down, our hearts pounded, my eyes darted around, even the air around
us seemed to pulsate—what a breathtaking moment!

Her white, creamy buttocks tightened and became rounder (a different kind of roundness, another captivating, alluring
, and more sensual roundness). Now, before us, it resembled a large peach, a
large peach made of butter and yogurt! After the peach set, the cleft gradually parted outwards, and in that instant, another peach slowly appeared before
our eyes, a peach much darker in color than her pink buttocks, yet even more alluring. I…
We knew what this was, so our penises began to throb restlessly again. As they throbbed, my
gaze lingered deep within her little peach, then fixed intently on that secret crevice. From that mysterious
crevice, I saw glistening moisture. Under the light, that moisture shimmered with a captivating glow.

It turned out, Mom was already wet!

Mom seemed unaware, still slowly bending down, determined to reveal her entire little peach to
us !

She succeeded! Before my eyes, I saw such a moving place for the first time, and such a captivating
sight for the first time—a first I will never forget! Even now, that scene sometimes still flashes before my eyes.

Finally, after showing us their feminine charm, Mom and Auntie sat back
down . Mom looked at us with bright eyes and said with a smile, "Alright, you've
seen . Now, it's your turn."

I didn't dare meet Mom's gaze and turned away. My cousin was chuckling awkwardly, but his
laughter betrayed his nervousness. I, too, was nervous. I felt not only nervous
but also terrified. But Mom didn't let us off the hook. Her eyes were fixed on me, and she said casually,
"Alright, take off your shirts first."

Seeing that we didn't move, she started calling names. "You, hurry up! And Robert, of course!"

It seemed we had no choice but to take them off. We slowly stood up. Then, we slowly took off
our shirts .

Since we'd already done it, there was bound to be more. Just as we pulled our shorts to the ground, our
genitals were revealed in a bizarre way, already bulging like little tents. We were embarrassed! We were utterly humiliated!

"Hehe, boys, what are you hiding in there?"

Mom blinked repeatedly, her expression incredibly smug and teasing. Under her teasing gaze,
Robert stood there, completely bewildered, too afraid to move. Beside her, our aunt, who had been so shy just moments before
, was now completely at ease. Like Mom, she stared wide-eyed at our bulging tents
, clearly showing the two naked women were becoming incredibly excited, their eyes already gleaming with lust! It

was so embarrassing!

Opposite us was our mother. Two mothers, completely naked! In front of their mothers,
their sons were erect—it would be a lie to say they weren't embarrassed!

"Alright, take off your underwear too. We're already completely naked, do you want to keep
anything to yourselves?" Mom urged again.

Neither of us dared to refuse, so we silently untied our underwear, pulled it open with both hands,
and then …

as the underwear fluttered to the ground, our young, hard, virgin penises were completely exposed,
utterly and utterly exposed to the air. Under the light, our
mothers .

We stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, incredibly nervous, unable
to stand or sit, only our erect penises throbbing proudly, as if defying the
two naked women before us.

“Oh my god, so long!”

“Oh my god, so thick!”

Almost simultaneously, Mom and Aunt exclaimed in heartfelt admiration!

Involuntarily, my cousin and I also glanced at each other's genitals. Heh, my cousin is truly something else;
his penis was incredibly long, a full six inches, a whole inch longer than mine!

Fortunately, although mine isn't as long as my cousin's, it's thicker, no wonder the two naked women
exclaimed with such passion!

Mom stopped talking, her eyes wide open, almost popping out of her eyelids!
She held her breath, opened her mouth, and stared intently at our penises, her little
tongue licking back and forth as she looked. Beside her, my aunt, who had been tense and uneasy , was now silently comparing our penises. A hazy light
was beginning to appear in her eyes , revealing the intense lust within her! 　　"Oh my, I really can't believe our son has grown up!" Mom said with a smile. 　　"Yes, truly grown up. He's an adult now," my aunt chimed in. 　　"A real adult now!" Mom continued to smile. 　　Amidst Mom's mocking laughter, we just stood there, still unsure what to do, so naked. 　　"Boys, tell me honestly, do you masturbate?" 　　Her question was a secret we boys kept hidden away. We only did it in the dark , never boasting about it, and never having heard anyone seriously bring it up. Unexpectedly, someone asked this question today , and the person asking was none other than our dearest person—Mom! 　　Our faces were already red, but now, with Mom's sensitive question, we blushed even more, turning a deep purplish-red. We stammered, none of us wanting to answer, but could we not? 　　No! Although Mom didn't bring it up again, her clear gaze remained fixed on us, like a mirror reflecting into our hearts. I felt that what I had done in my daily life couldn't be hidden from her, not even a little bit. 　　"Huff, huff," the words reached our throats, but could only slide up and down, unable to break through our lips, even though our lips weren't heavy or tightly closed, they just wouldn't come out . 　　Mom still smiled slightly, watching us silently. She was still patiently waiting, waiting for our answer. 　　It seemed we had no choice but to speak, but we couldn't bring ourselves to say it. Helpless, I could only nod reluctantly. 　　Seeing me nod, my cousin just nodded repeatedly. 　　"That's right, you two are really honest lads! I knew it all along, which one of you hasn't been masturbating !" Mom laughed, first praising, then teasing. "But, if I'm not mistaken, you..."

"When you masturbate, you always fantasize about a woman's naked body. Am I right?"

She guessed right again. It really is Mom! Nothing can be hidden from her. We could only nod silently again. But at this moment,
the penis acting up, twitching repeatedly.

"Hahaha, look at it, it's trying to speak for itself." Mom laughed heartily. Aunt didn't laugh
like , but a vague smile always lingered on her beautiful face.

"Alright then, since you're so honest, and it can't stand it anymore, why don't you masturbate?"
Mom said, "Right in front of us, in front of our two naked bodies. Masturbate once."

"What?" We were stunned!

We never expected Mom to be so tricky.

"Come on," Mom urged, "what more do you need? You already have your objects of lust.
Look, right in front of you, there's a woman, completely naked. See that? Aren't these
our breasts? Look, these are our nipples."

As she spoke, Mom's hand moved to her breasts, gently pressing and slowly rotating them in front of
us . Her small pink nipples, pinched between two of her fingers, peeked out.

Night fell. The lights were bright.

Who would have thought that in this quiet summer night, such intense love would exist here?

On such a warm summer night, who would have imagined that in this small room, under this bright light,
there were four pale, fleshy bodies—two sitting on the sofa, two standing before them? Even less would anyone have imagined that
of these four naked people, two were mothers, and the other two were their own sons.

A thick, incestuous atmosphere had gathered and solidified here; even a Category 12
typhoon couldn't dissipate it.

"See that?" Mom's other hand slowly slid down, over her smooth, tender
muscles, all the way to the triangle below her abdomen. "That's called the mons pubis. Every woman has it.
Look, the pubic hair covering our mounds, isn't it lovely?"

In the living room, lust intensified, accompanied by heavy breathing and
loud . Without Mom needing to ask again, our hands had unconsciously moved to our penises,
gently grasping them, our eyes fixed on Mom's hand, watching her rub against her thick pubic hair,
while our hands moved up and down our penises.

"See that? Don't you men always call this place 'peach'? This is a woman's
peach , a juicy peach that every man wants to play with and see." Mom's hand gently pressed
against the small slit between her legs, carefully making short, quick slides.

The tiny slit, with the suddenly bulging muscles on either side, was truly a peculiar structure! Although I
had read countless times in Playboy magazines and seen women's naked bodies in them more than once
, I had never seen anything so real. The thrill of the past had never been
as shocking as Mom showing us her naked body! Although it was still that small, secret crevice,
that small mound of flesh, at this moment, under the light, surrounded by the intense emotions of incest, that small, secret
crevice gradually transformed. Before my eyes, in my mind, it resembled Niagara Falls, the mounds of flesh
on either side like the cliffs on either side of the falls…

It seemed that Mom had lost control of herself; she spread her legs, lifted them, and placed her heels on the sofa…

In our minds, an uncontrollable torrent was rushing down through the gap in the waterfall,
surging and cascading unstoppably…

“This is the clitoris, one of a woman’s sensitive spots.” Even amidst the torrent’s impact, Mom’s clearly
trembling voice still echoed in our ears, her fingers constantly swirling on the clitoris, continuously
stimulating our senses…

The torrent surged past, roaring, howling, flowing endlessly…

"Look, boys, this is called the flower lips. Under the protection of the flower lips, this is the woman's little hole,
which men call the 'lust hole.' You all crawled out from here..."

The water was cold. But at this moment, the water surging in our hearts was warm, burning,
spreading fiery downwards, downwards, downwards...

Before us, Mother's fingers were inserted into her already wet little lust hole, thrusting in and out
, constantly pumping ...

In front of our naked mother, two big boys stood there, holding hard penises, constantly
pumping...

Aunt's eyes were fixed on our penises, constantly sticking out her tongue, wetting her lips. Her
hands had unconsciously moved to her large breasts, first slowly rubbing them, then gradually, she
rubbed harder and harder, her entire breast constantly changing shape in her hands...

Mother's mouth emitted intoxicating moans.

Aunt's mouth also emitted intermittent moans.

The moans assaulted our ears, the torrents surged stronger, the temperature rose higher, burning our hearts and
searing our blood. Our hearts pounded, our blood boiled!

Our hands moved faster and faster…

The scene was utterly bizarre, utterly strange: a naked mother, a naked son, four
naked facing each other, the mother playing with her own private parts, the son's hand throbbing his own penis.

That was it, everyone just foolishly doing their own thing!

Ha, how wonderful!

"Oh, my dear Barbara, they're already so big!" The mother's fingers
moved in and out of her vagina, she moaned.

"Ugh… ugh…" the aunt answered, responding with her own moans. At that moment, her hand, like
the mother's, was already inside her vagina.

The torrents surged stronger, the blood hotter, they kept sinking, rushing towards our penises. The penises in our
hands were rock hard, swollen to the point of bursting. With each thrust, they bounced and
throbbed, sending waves of throbbing pain through us.

This throbbing pain stimulated our nerves, and suddenly, a torrent of fluid poured forth, flooding our penises.
With a series of graceful, gushing streams, our semen gushed out...

It was over. With each twitch of our buttocks, our penises finished their
task,

trembling with each thrust. The excitement still lingered in our minds, but it was all over. We simply
held our still-erect penises, heads bowed low.

We dared not look at our mother!

As sons, masturbating naked right before our mothers' eyes, ejaculating—how could we possibly
look at them!

"Such a powerful ejaculation!" Mom's eyes gleamed. Only when our ejaculation ended did she
withdraw her wet fingers from her vagina, rising gracefully from the sofa.

"Finally over," Mom said sweetly. "Come on, my dear boys,
sit on the sofa."

We walked towards the sofa, heads bowed.

Barbara also had to withdraw her hands and stand up to offer us seats. Ah,
she, who had always been so conservative, now had fingers like her mother's, wet and sticky with
the fluid from her vagina!

We sat down on the sofa without any hesitation. Then, Mom looked at us and said, "Now, it's time to teach you
how to grow from little boys into adults."

She looked at us with a smile and asked, "Are you ready to make love with us?"

The fire was ignited by Mom's words again.

What could we say!

"Um, oh, yes!" We couldn't control our emotions and couldn't answer normally.

"Alright then." Mom knelt naked on the ground, between me and Robert, and then
stretched out her hands, still wet with her fluids. Her left hand grasped my penis, and her right hand squeezed Robert's
penis began to thrust repeatedly.

"Although you've already ejaculated, in a little while, they'll become real men again."
Mom said, looking at us as she thrust.

"Look, your penises are hard again. They're already thinking about becoming men," Mom
said with a smile. As she spoke, her hand moved up and down on our penises.

"Oh..." she moaned, her voice like a song.

"Now, my children, let's begin our lesson with oral sex." With that, she lowered her head to my crotch,
opened her sexy little mouth, and stuck out her tongue, first licking the head of my penis repeatedly,
then, with a final thrust, my entire penis was inside her mouth.

Before this, I had countless fantasies, and of course, some of those fantasies included a woman performing oral sex on
me . However, I never imagined that my first oral sex would take place on this summer night, and that the first person
to perform oral sex on me would be none other than my own mother, the one who gave me life and raised me!

I think Robert's eyes must be blazing with rage right now! As he watched my mother perform oral sex on me, watching my
penis wet with her saliva, constantly moving in and out of her mouth, even though her hands were still holding
his penis as she performed the act, his eyes were practically bulging with desire at
the !

My mother's head bobbed, my penis swirling in and out of her mouth. Her
tongue was so warm, so slippery, constantly wrapped around my penis,
moving up and down with each thrust.

Oh, so good! My head tilted back. I could no longer suppress my moans. A warm feeling of
love gradually rose from the depths of my heart…

But my mother didn't let me indulge too much. As soon as she heard my moans, she immediately stopped
performing oral sex. She pulled my erect penis out of her mouth and then, watching Robert,
began to stroke him with her soft little hands.

She slowly lowered her head, all the way down to his penis, just like she had done to me, sticking out her
little red tongue to gently tease his glans. After a while, she slowly took his penis into her mouth,
pushing it deep into her throat.

At this moment, my aunt stood naked to the side, but her eyes were fixed on it, watching my mother
perform oral sex on her son.

"Barbara, don't you want to?" my mother looked up and suddenly said to my aunt, who was watching intently.
"Look how big your son's penis is!"

As she spoke, she moved Robert's penis in and out of her hand a couple of times. Then, she gave up her place
.

Barbara didn't say anything. She knelt down, her eyes fixed on her son's long, thick
penis , then gently grasped it in her hand and slowly began to move it.

"Child, do you like it when your mother does this?" my aunt looked up at her son bravely and
asked gently.

"Of course, Mom, lick it, just like Aunt Susan," Robert replied.

Hearing her son say this, Barbara said nothing more, but simply lowered her head to his crotch,
taking Robert's penis into her mouth and slowly, somewhat unnaturally, beginning to move it.

Although her movements were unnatural, Robert didn't care. He was simply enjoying himself.

Yes, a penis in a woman's mouth, even if it's slow, the warm tongue, the moist lips, and
the woman 's tenderness—what could we men not find intoxicating? What else could we say? Just enjoy it!

While Aunt Susan was licking Robert, Mom didn't stop. She lowered her head to my crotch, opened
her small mouth , and swallowed my penis again. Then, she began to wholeheartedly teach oral sex.

Unlike my aunt, my mother's movements were fluid, unrestrained, and slightly rough. Her head
bobbed , her lips tightly gripping my penis, sucking incessantly as she thrust. Immediately,
the living room echoed with the sounds of sucking…

and moans began to fill the heated room again. I was moaning, Robert was moaning, and our
mother was moaning too. But Robert and I moaned involuntarily, loudly. Our mother's
moans, however, came only from her throat, muffled and low.

Whatever the sound, a moan is still a moan; it constantly expresses its pleasure.

My hands were sometimes clenched into fists, sometimes gripping the sofa tightly, and sometimes I would forcefully pull on my mother's
hair , pressing her head down, pulling it up, and pressing it down again.

Robert's head was tilted back, his whole body tense, his mouth wide open in an "O" shape, unable
to close .

No matter how we reacted, our mothers continued to move their heads up and down, letting
the penis constantly enter and exit their mouths.

"Oh..." Waves of pleasure entered my mind, and by the time I realized it, it was too late
. I only felt waves of pleasure coming from my smooth glans, my whole body tensed, my lower body
twitched, and a warm current rushed to the urethral opening, shooting deep into my mother's throat.

Just as I ejaculated, Mom didn't mind. My penis continued to thrust in and out of her mouth,
the fluid gushing from my glans sliding down her throat and lingering in her mouth. As my penis continued
to slide down, Mom sucked and swallowed the semen I ejaculated, until
after a series of thrusts, the fluid had dried. Only then did she reluctantly use her tongue
to carefully clean me, rolling the last drop of fluid into her stomach.

Ah, what a wonderful oral sex experience it was, and what a passionate treat Mom gave me!

At this moment, Robert could no longer control himself. His eyes were fixed on the penis moving in and out of his mother's mouth.

When her son's semen gushed into her aunt's mouth, her eyes widened in
disbelief. She couldn't believe that her son's semen had shot into her throat! However, she finally
closed her eyes contentedly and swallowed the nutrient-rich food in her mouth without missing a beat. While swallowing, her mouth
continued to suck on her son's penis, urging it to ejaculate faster.

Finally, our penises were cleaned again under Mom's tongue.

We were ecstatic; we were floating in the sky!

We had finally experienced oral sex for the first time, and we had ejaculated in Mom's mouth for the first time—
what a memorable experience!

"Hahaha, truly worthy of being virgins, even your semen smells better than others," Mom
said with a satisfied expression.

I, Robert, was too lazy to speak; we were still in the excitement of ejaculating in Mom's mouth. Still intoxicated by
the incestuous climax!

Mom stood up and said to us, "Now, our boys, it's time to go to my room
."

With that, she rushed upstairs. To her room? We already knew
what ! Following behind my mother, Robert and I walked with incredibly light steps, a world of difference
from , especially since, in front of us, was my mother's buttocks. Those
buttocks made of butter and cream!

All the way up, my gaze was constantly fixed on my mother's snow-white buttocks
! I glanced at Robert, and his gaze was also glued to those snow-white cheeks. Looking at him, I wondered
if he was even drooling.

Unfortunately, Aunt Barbara was behind us!

We followed my mother into the room. My mother stopped.

The bed was behind her, but she neither sat nor lay down; she simply stood in front of us. That
snow-white, tender muscle was naked before our eyes. Although we had already seen it, seen it thoroughly,
now we seemed to have developed amnesia, having forgotten everything we had just seen. Our eyes were fixed
on her body again, moving up and down, the more we looked, the more we wanted to look, the more we loved to look.

"Am I beautiful, child?" Mom pressed her hands against her snow-white legs, slowly sliding them upwards.
Unconsciously , we were as if bewitched, our eyes following her hands to her two fair, jade-like legs.
Mom's legs were long, strong, and rounded, full of wild power. Her two equally snow-white hands pressed
tightly against them, tracing upwards to her lower abdomen. She seemed to unintentionally slide towards her mons pubis,
slowly circling it. In her leisurely movements, we noticed that although her pubic hair was
thick , its arrangement was so regular. A dense clump in the center,
sparser towards the edges, with the few remaining strands extending outwards, making us worry that they might
suddenly sprout outwards when we weren't looking.

Looking at Mom's pubic hair, I suddenly thought of radio waves—radiating radio waves constantly outwards! Before my eyes, those
countless pubic hairs spreading outwards were like tangible, radiating electrical waves!

My mother's hand began to press on those dark, bushy hairs, slowly moving upwards. We
stared intently at her hand, admiring how the pubic hairs were swallowed by her touch,
then shyly retreating back into her hand, slowly revealing their true form. When the last pubic hair
emerged from her palm, my mother's hand didn't stop. She slid up her soft abdomen,
touching her large, deep navel with her fingertips, gently circling and drawing circles.

While one hand circled, the other slowly continued upwards, gliding over the clearly visible
fibula , pushing against her two full, firm mounds of flesh. Then, like a laborious climber, it slowly swam upwards
, constantly kneading the white flesh as it moved, the flesh constantly deforming, and her buttocks
began to gently sway. As she tightly pinched her already erect nipple with two fingers, she
began to moan like a song.

"Mommy, what are you doing?"

But whatever Mommy was doing was enough, because our desire was aroused again
!

Mommy's hand returned to her abdomen, not lingering, but sliding back down slowly
. Our gaze fell once more on the tangible waves emanating from her. The waves disappeared
, her palm pressed against them, slowly pushing downwards. As her hand moved down, they
stood erect one by one, effusively emitting a strong provocation towards us.

"Am I beautiful, child?" Mommy asked us again.

Our eyes were glued to her hand; we couldn't look up at her. Our mouths, for some reason, were drooling...
We were too busy swallowing hard to answer her. But wasn't she beautiful? She truly was beautiful;
at that moment , she wasn't just beautiful, she was beautiful enough to rival the Greek goddess Venus. But we couldn't speak;
we could only swallow and nod repeatedly.

"Thank you for your praise, my boys," Mom said, giving us a captivating
smile. Her hand pressed gently against the small fork between her legs. At this moment,
our eyes were no longer under her control; we not only looked at that little crevice, but also moved our gaze
between her legs, delving deep into their depths. There, squeezed between their legs, two adorable muscles
bulged out, their brownish color resembling ridges or mounds, more like a perfectly fermented
loaf of bread, freshly baked. A cut down the middle of the bread neatly severed the bulging loaf in two.

We swallowed hard, swallowing with all our might. Were we hungry? Did we really want something to eat?

"Hehehe, isn't it beautiful?" Mom's hand reached down and forcefully pulled the bread open. Inside, the red
slit was even more clearly visible. Most wonderfully, a small, hard, red bud peeked out from that pink slit
, teasingly sticking out.

We've seen women before, and we've seen plenty of naked women in magazines—
sitting, standing, with large breasts exposed, with round, plump buttocks revealed, lying on the bed with legs crossed, or
sprawled on the bed with their private parts spread—all sorts of positions. But we've never seen
a woman so sexy, so alluring, so arousing! Really! At this moment, our noses were practically spitting blood,
and our eyes were practically popping out of their sockets!

So beautiful! So wonderful!

Desire was rising rapidly in our hearts again. Our previously limp penises were starting to stir again!

Robert and I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what we were going to do. Where had Barbara gone?
We couldn't care less anymore; all we heard behind us was the sound of loud swallowing.

"Want to see more?" Mom placed one foot on the bed while the other remained on the floor. Her soft
hands gently embraced her snow-white legs, slowly caressing them. As her hand slid up, it would
trace a path to her private parts, parting her vulva to reveal her small, red nipple. Her sharp fingers pressed firmly against
it, rubbing it repeatedly in circles. Her other hand slowly moved to her vagina,
raising her middle finger to gently push open the labia and carefully inserting it.

Slowly pulling it out, then slowly inserting it again.

She didn't look at us anymore, only focusing on her own rubbing and thrusting. The intoxicating
moans emanating from her mouth were even more mesmerizing.

Our eyes were practically spitting fire, our blood burning fiercely within us, our penises growing harder and
harder.

Ah, it was truly unbearable!

Mom seemed completely oblivious to our feelings. She lowered her feet and began to
slowly turn in front of us. Her buttocks, made of butter and breast tissue, round and taut again,
trembled , appearing before our eyes. She reached behind her back and gently patted, causing her snow-white
area to ripple like lake water before us. The ripples started from her buttocks and
trembled, trembling into our hearts—so moving!

The ripples continued to ripple, but her hands stopped them. She
gradually applied pressure to her white buttocks. The area, which had been tightly pressed together, revealing only a narrow slit,
slowly opened with her force. As she pulled, her upper body slowly bent downwards again. Her

buttocks were forcefully separated. Her body slowly bent downwards.

Her most mysterious place slowly revealed its true form. First, there was her pale pink, wrinkled
little anus, then her tightly closed little peach.

The peach, still glistening with moisture, was clearly exposed to our eyes.

At this moment, the woman had no secrets left before us, but even
a woman with no secrets possesses an allure.

My mother's allure was bursting forth. Unstoppable!

"Child, do you see?" I couldn't tell if my mother was asking a question or moaning.

As she spoke, one hand remained in her palm, while the other returned to the front.

The front hand, through her legs, reached behind her.

The back hand, having released her buttocks, slowly slid down.

One hand inserted into her vagina.

The other hand, however, slowly pressed against her anus!

Then, my mother, supporting herself on her elbows, slowly crawled from the floor onto the bed. She carefully lay down on her back.

"Barbara, come on up."

At Mom's call, Barbara climbed on top of us and lay down, leaving us standing
there dumbfounded, staring intently at their bodies.

"What should we do now?" Robert asked.

"What should we do? Of course, we'll ejaculate again," Mom replied playfully.

Barbara laughed at Mom's words.

Robert and I exchanged a glance; like me, his hand was also gripping his penis,
his mouth , slowly thrusting. Then, we looked back at Mom on the bed.

On the bed, my mother's fingers were still inserted in her vagina, slowly moving in and
out like ours. As she slid her fingers in and out, she looked at us, who seemed a little bewildered,
and smiled , saying, "My little men, do you want to masturbate in front of my vagina again?"

Turning to Barbara, who was also somewhat embarrassed, she nudged her with her elbow and said, "Barbara,
open your vagina a little wider so our child knows what to do."

As if giving Barbara a hint, she slowly pulled her legs down towards her abdomen. With
the contraction of her legs, her vaginal opening gradually widened, becoming smooth and glistening
with the vaginal fluid seeping from her vagina, gleaming slightly with an obscene sheen under the light. The sheen seemed to be telling
us that it was a treasure, waiting for us to pluck it.

Her jade-like legs slowly pressed against her snow-white, tender buttocks. She didn't separate them again, but instead tightly
pressed together, embracing them with both hands, slowly pulling her legs towards her chest. As her jade-like
legs gradually rose, her secret lips were once again fully exposed before our eyes. Unlike before, when it
was a flat plain, a wide and mighty river with low banks, now the scenery was completely concealed, a stream suddenly appearing
, the banks towering high, pressed together tightly, the stream shallow and narrow, just a line.

Like bread, or an overripe peach, with a slight brown tinge, yet adding to its allure.

Her legs continued to pull upwards, the soft, fleshy mound beneath her vulva gradually disappeared, slowly
flattening her buttocks back into a circle, extremely beautiful, extremely beautiful, a circle clearly provocative.

Peach-like lips, a tight slit, round buttocks, and that unfathomable cleft—everything about her exuded
an irresistible charm…

Unlike my mother, Barbara also spread her legs, but instead of using her hands to hold them open, she simply
left them spread flat. Perhaps, within her heart, desire was already burning. She stretched her petals
wide dark, protruding tip from her pink slit. The tip, slightly blackened as if
cast from steel, resembled a newly blossoming flower, with a faint white shadow appearing at its
tip. The protruding tip, riding the wind and breaking the waves, had already set sail in her shallow crevice. Her other hand
was not idle either; her slender, bamboo-shoot-like fingers pressed tightly against the side of the protruding tip, slowly rotating it.

Although her legs were barely visible, her most private area was now completely exposed. While
the color of her vulva was not much different from my mother's, her sides seemed to be made of fertile soil, a deeper
brown with a more pronounced black sheen. Even more wonderfully, a few blades of grass
trembled slightly in the wind on the fertile soil.

She played with it gently, initially circling slowly in front of Robert, but as time went on,
she pressed harder and faster, her panting becoming faintly audible from her nostrils. She rubbed, pressed, and
turned, her legs pressing against the bed, raising her small, grassy mound. As she continued to rise
, she began to emit a dreamlike moan!

The moan was hazy, but the contrast of her dark and white genitals on the bed was extremely clear, and our eyes were overwhelmed
.

"Children, don't you really want to come over?" Amidst Aunt's dreamlike moans, Mother spoke to us in
the same hazy tone.

And so, we awoke, waking from our dream.

Yes, such wonderful people, such wonderful things, have all been laid out for us; why are we still
lingering before them!

So, Robert and I rushed over. It was as if he was afraid I would suddenly claim his mother; he
climbed onto the bed and snuggled up to Aunt, while I, hehehe, even if you didn't fight over her, of course I would choose my
mother!

"Children, is Mommy beautiful?"

It was that same question again, that same sleepwalking voice. My mother's legs were still pressed against her
chest, asking in a dreamlike voice.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Of course beautiful!" I couldn't help myself and answered hastily.

"Since she's so beautiful, children, don't you want to play with her?"

"Play? How?" It was a bit silly; I didn't know why I asked that question.

"Do I have to teach you to understand, my little man?"

Hehehe, does it even need teaching? My mother's words reminded me of my dream.

What exactly is Robert doing? I only heard my aunt moaning, but I stopped caring about him. I lowered
my head to my mother's lips, my hands pressing against her freshly baked, seemingly clean bread,
carefully parting it. The crimson, mysterious little river reappeared before my eyes, so close that I could clearly see the sticky layer wrapped around the
freshly plucked clam meat.
Just like my aunt's, it was a lone boat, but my mother's was different. My mother's lone boat wasn't made of steel, but of a material that resembled jade, yet wasn't
, making it particularly moving.

At the very top of the lone boat, I was astonished to discover, beneath a thin layer of skin,
a small white dot, glistening and half-revealed, like the glans of my penis—so smooth, so
tender! I had seen it more than once in books; this was a woman's clitoris. But
seeing it with my own eyes, and in such a wondrous way, was a first for me!

I was thrilled, my heart pounding. Unable to resist, I gently rubbed it with my fingers.

"Mmm…" My mother shuddered, a loud panting sound escaping her nostrils.

"Don't be so rough, it'll hurt," she whispered in her breath, a dreamlike
reminder.

"Okay. I'll be careful," I replied excitedly.

"Oh…oh…good, that's wonderful…" Beside me, my aunt Barbara was groaning loudly
.

Her moans drew my attention. I peeked out and
saw that Robert was sucking on his mother's vulva. He was pressing his tongue tightly against his aunt's labia, pulling upwards forcefully.

Ah, I see.

My interest remained with my mother's clitoris. My mother and aunt had done it
to me more than once; even an idiot would know how to caress that little spot. I pressed my thumb on that smooth spot
, pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing. With each movement, my mother's body reacted perfectly
, trembling, trembling again and again. Not only that, her vulva, full of tiny folds, opened and closed
with my touch, looking incredibly cute.

Like them, I pressed harder, slowly rotating it outwards. This time, my mother
couldn't take it ; she began to moan. With her moans, I felt her two plump
labia trembling as well.

My little hole, my little hole? I've seen so many in books, but I've never seen my mother's. I want
to see it , I want to see it with my own eyes.

My fingers slowly parted her two thick labia, sliding down to her tightly squeezed vulva.
At the lower part of the peach-shaped vulva, where the legs were parted, I gently parted the labia. Just like crossing a stream, I found
my mother's two thin labia, admiring the other labia, their color varying in shade from the large labia. I
gently separated them, and immediately, a patch of bright red appeared before my eyes. Within that patch of bright red,
a tiny opening was clearly visible.

It was very strange.

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