My aunt's cleavage exuded a captivating fragrance.

My aunt had beautiful blonde hair. Whenever I innocently asked why their hair colors were different, my uncle would always laugh and say, "Look at your aunt's roots, child, her hair isn't really blonde." At the time, I never really understood what my uncle meant. Later, I learned that women can dye their hair any color they want, whenever they want.

The summer I was 17, my aunt came to visit again. We hadn't seen her for almost two years because she had been traveling abroad with her husband—I don't know if it was her third or fourth husband. When we picked her up at the train station, she hugged my parents warmly, but she just stared at me with wide eyes.

"My God! You've grown so much!" she said, stretching out her arms for me to hug her.

I happily leaned closer, and she embraced me passionately, pressing me against her chest. My nose was pressed firmly against her cleavage, and my aunt exuded a captivating fragrance. My face remained pressed tightly against her soft breasts for a long time.

After my aunt stayed at home for a week, my uncle went out of town. My mother and aunt sat comfortably together in the yard, chatting idly, while I listened attentively to their conversation. That day, my aunt wore a loose cotton dress, and she spoke cheerfully and excitedly about how wild my mother had been in her youth.

After we'd been in the yard for a long time, my aunt suddenly stood up and stretched. The sunlight made her cotton dress almost transparent. She never wore underwear under her dresses; my mother always told her to wear something to avoid being exposed.

After a while, I sat closer to my aunt, hoping to get a better look at her in the sunlight. I think she and my mother noticed what I was doing. Then my aunt got up and said she was going to take a shower.

"Little devil, have you seen enough?" she whispered in my ear as she passed by.

I blushed shyly and stammered incoherently. She looked at me, smiled, and went inside. Actually, I've recently become interested in women's bodies and learned how to masturbate. Several times I've seen my mother come out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel. Since then, I've tried my best to peek at my mother's body. Whenever I'm lucky enough to peek at my mother's body under her skirt or through her loose top, I go to the bathroom and fantasize about my mother's body, then pull out my penis and masturbate.

That night, I woke up feeling thirsty and needing to urinate, so I got up to go to the bathroom. Then I went downstairs to get some ice water from the refrigerator. When I got downstairs, I found my mother and aunt still chatting and drinking in the yard. I suddenly heard them mention my name, so I went closer to listen to what they were talking about me.

"You know what? How hard he tried to see under my clothes today," Auntie said happily to Mom.

Mom told Auntie that she had seen me masturbating several times, and I felt ashamed and thought I'd better go back to sleep. Mom also said that she often saw me trying to peek under her skirt, and that she often caught me peeking at her undressing or looking at her spread legs from outside the bathroom.

"I think you did it on purpose, didn't you?" Auntie said to Mom with a laugh. Mom chuckled and admitted that she had indeed deliberately created many opportunities for me because she wanted to see how I would react.

"Just masturbate in the bathroom, I bet!" Auntie said with a laugh.

"That's right, he's going through his puberty." Mom laughed even more happily.

On the night before my aunt left, I innocently asked her, just like when I was a child, if I could ride the train back with her. This time, the answer was completely unexpected.

"Well, your mother has already discussed it with me," she said with a smile. "How do you plan to spend these few weeks with me?"

I couldn't believe my aunt was actually willing to agree to fulfill this wish I'd had since childhood. I turned to my uncle and mother for confirmation.

"Little Bull, have fun!"

they nodded and smiled. I squealed with joy, jumped into my mother's arms, and kissed them both, thanking them for letting me do other things instead of constantly working as a lawnmower for the neighbors to get by during the summer vacation.

"I'll go pack my bags right away!" I shouted excitedly as I rushed upstairs.

The journey began with excitement. We would be on the train for nearly 12 hours, so my aunt always chose a sleeper compartment. We waved goodbye to my parents through the window in the ordinary carriage. For the next hour, I stood excitedly by the window, looking out at all sorts of novel things and feeling the speed of the train moving.

At this point, I felt a little tired, so I sat back down and smiled at my aunt who was reading a book. I glanced down and saw that she was sitting with her legs crossed, her skirt pulled up to halfway up her thighs. I felt my penis starting to get restless.

"Do you like my legs?" my aunt suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes...yes...Auntie, I like it very much." I blushed and shyly turned my head to look out the window, not daring to look at her.

"Actually, I don't mind you looking at me like that," she continued, "Do you like my legs as much as you like your mother's legs?"

"I...I don't understand what you mean." I was a little surprised and looked up at her, noticing that my penis was pushing my pants even higher.

"Your mother talked to me about you...she knows you always try to peek at her naked body and under her skirt."

I listened to her continue, pretending I hadn't heard their conversation.

She put her book away, turned to face me, and slowly opened her crossed legs. I looked down into her skirt and saw her thighs. I suddenly felt a little breathless. She looked up and glanced around to make sure no one was coming. Then she pulled her skirt up about six inches and spread her knees about a foot wide. As she parted her legs, I stared intently at her thighs. Finally, I saw her pubic hair, and realized that she hadn't been wearing underwear.

I stared at her in disbelief. Then she took my hand and placed it on her right thigh, gently stroking it back and forth. She looked up again and then whispered to me, "Touch Auntie's vulva."

My hand slowly slid towards her vulva. When my hand reached her pubic hair, Auntie spread her legs even wider. I noticed pink labia on either side of her vulva. As I gently stroked Auntie's tender opening, I noticed it was becoming wet. Auntie whispered for me to press harder.

Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and inserted two fingers into her vagina. She began moving her hips back and forth, simultaneously thrusting my fingers in and out of her vagina in the opposite direction. For a 17-year-old boy, this was incredibly stimulating and wild.

Just then, someone walked down the aisle. My aunt quickly sat back down, pulled her skirt down, and told me to sit down too. After the man passed, she leaned down and said to me, "Let's go to the bedroom." She got up, grabbed my hand, and practically ran across the aisle to our bedroom.

Once inside, my aunt immediately locked the door and then pulled her clothes off from the bottom up. Good heavens! This was the first time I had ever seen a completely naked woman.

My aunt's large, round breasts had nipples the size of coins. I could only stand there helplessly watching her hastily remove my shirt, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation about what was about to happen.

I didn't know how big a 17-year-old boy's penis should be, but when my aunt pulled down my shorts, she stopped and stared at my already erect penis, saying,

"My God! I never imagined your penis was this big!"

My face flushed again, because I wasn't sure if it was a compliment or an insult. My aunt gently helped me lie down on the bed, then moved to my lower body, looking at me as she took my glans into her small mouth. I saw and felt my penis disappear inch by inch in her warm, moist mouth, until her sexy little mouth finally took my entire penis in and began to stroke it up and down.

My God! This feeling was incomparable to masturbation! I started to moan unconsciously, and she lifted her head and asked me how it felt. I quickly smiled and nodded, saying yes, and she smiled back and continued her work.

About two minutes later, I started to feel the urge to ejaculate. I gently patted my aunt's head and said,

"Auntie, be careful! I'm about to cum!"

She immediately sucked on my penis even more vigorously, and then I couldn't control myself and started ejaculating in her mouth. Ejaculating in her mouth felt so much better than ejaculating in the toilet at home. She swallowed every last drop of my semen.

After I stopped ejaculating, she climbed onto the bed and straddled my lap. She continued to stroke my penis up and down with her hand. For some reason, my penis didn't soften as it usually did after masturbation. Then, my aunt lifted her lower body, placing my penis between her legs, and slowly sat down. I watched as my penis slowly disappeared into her vagina. My aunt's warm, moist vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly, and a new kind of pleasure washed over me. I started moaning again. I looked up at my aunt and said, "I love you, Auntie." She smiled at me and then lowered her head to kiss my lips.

My aunt slipped her tongue into my mouth, and then I moved my hands up to play with her breasts. She continued to move her hips up and down, letting my penis slide in and out of her vagina.

Her vagina was indescribably warm and moist, and soon I felt the urge to ejaculate again. She stopped, sat down, and put her hands on my shoulders, saying, "You really have a big penis that most young men don't have!" I smiled proudly, because I could tell from her face and her excited voice that my penis was indeed what she wanted!

My aunt started stroking and squeezing my penis again, and then said in a very loud voice,

"You're really a superb lover!"

I had never heard an adult say such a thing before, especially my aunt or mother. She moved her hips up and down even more wildly, then lowered her head and looked at me with a strange gaze, saying,

"I bet you wish I were your mother right now, don't you?"

As she said that, the image of my mother naked flashed through my mind. I fantasized that my mother was sitting on me, completely naked, and I started ejaculating, injecting my semen deep into my aunt's vagina…

For the next two weeks at my aunt's house, she made me sleep with her every night and taught me everything about sex. After her divorce from her last husband, she decided to never have anything to do with any man again. She told me I was her new "man," and I liked the idea.

Two weeks passed quickly. I was certain I had fallen in love with my aunt, but what she liked most was pretending to be my mother while we had sex. She liked me calling her "Mom," and she liked calling me "son" or "little baby," which always brought her to orgasm the easiest way.

On the train home, I slept most of the time because when I was at my aunt's house, I only slept about five hours a night. She kept demanding sex with me. It wasn't until I grew up that I truly understood the need to be understanding of women with such desires.

After my parents picked me up at the train station, we drove straight to the airport to take my uncle to Seattle for a week for business. My mom and I waited outside the boarding gate for the plane to take off. She asked me to tell her how I spent the summer at my aunt's house, but I didn't know how to tell her because I spent most of the time naked in my aunt's bedroom.

"I bet you saw under your aunt's clothes a few times, didn't you?" Mom joked, hoping to see some reaction from my face.

I waved at the taxiing plane and laughed, telling her no. Mom put her arm around my shoulder and we walked out of the airport. She continued to press me for answers.

"Will I get into trouble if I say yes?" I asked her.

"Of course not! I know you're going through puberty, and I know your aunt likes to flirt with men of all ages," Mom said confidently.

After we drove away from the airport, Mom looked at me suspiciously and asked, "Did Aunt flirt with you when we were at her house?"

I looked at her with the same expression and replied, "She didn't really flirt with me."

When we stopped at a traffic light, Mom turned to me and said, "Did Aunt do something even more outrageous than flirting?"

I couldn't help but laugh and whispered that I did. "She taught me about 'sex.'"

Mom stared at me for a few seconds, then asked incredulously, "You mean, she 'told' you about sex?"

"No! She 'taught' me everything!" I replied.

The car behind us honked, urging us to leave, so Mom started driving again. She didn't say anything for several minutes, and then she asked me to tell her what my aunt and I had done. I honestly told her about everything that had happened on the train, over the past two weeks, and our habit of calling each other mother and son.

My mother looked at me with disbelief. I thought she would be furious, but she didn't say much. After I told her about the whole trip, she asked,

"You really enjoyed pretending your aunt was me?"

I touched my mother's arm and said, "That's the best part. I liked closing my eyes and fantasizing about making love with you."

When we got home, my mother took my luggage and put it on the ground. She took my hand and led me upstairs to her room. "Tonight you don't have to close your eyes and fantasize about me anymore!"

she said, starting to take off her clothes. My penis immediately became hard, so hard that it took me a lot of effort to take off my jeans. She took off her pants and stared at my erect penis, saying,

"My God! Son, you have a huge penis!"

"Auntie said the same thing!" I replied with a smile.

I gazed greedily at my naked mother standing before me, for I had carefully observed her body in my aunt's room. I approached my mother and placed my hand on her breasts. My mother's breasts were the same size as my aunt's, with nipples the size of coins. The pubic hair on her buttocks, thighs, and mons pubis was also the same as my aunt's.

I laid my mother down on the bed, then crawled between her legs. "Do you want to make love with your son?" I whispered in my mother's ear, then gently nibbled at her ear.

When I pressed the head of my penis against my mother's vulva, her body trembled. "Ah... my precious son!"

She took a deep breath as my penis began to push forward. I then lifted Mom's legs and wrapped them around my waist. "I love you, Mom!" I whispered in her ear, "I love you too, son!" Mom responded gently.

The biggest difference between Mom and my aunt is that Mom prefers gentle sex, while my aunt likes intense moments and teasing words. Mom patted me gently and stroked my shoulders, neck, and back, guiding me to be gentle during our lovemaking. She lightly kissed my ears and cheeks, running her fingers through my hair.

Throughout the process, I lowered my elbows and gently supported her head with my fingers in her hair. We quickly reached climax, and Mom's climax was just as gentle and slow, responding to my movements. When I started to ejaculate, she asked me to stop all movement so she could feel the strong impact of my semen hitting deep inside her vagina.

That night, Mom and I made love continuously. Each time I ejaculated, Mom would continue to stroke me or use her mouth to make my penis hard again. Until almost dawn, she finally agreed to let me rest for a while, but an hour later I woke up again to Mom's sucking. But this time she didn't stop after I became erect; I knew Mom wanted me to enjoy her oral skills.

I held her head and followed her slow strokes. She gently wrapped her lips and tongue around my penis. This was an indescribable pleasure! I started ejaculating copious amounts of semen, which Mom swallowed whole, then licked my penis clean with her tongue, because they both need lots of sex!

I'll be 27 this summer. Every summer since I was 11, I've spent a few weeks with my aunt. Mom always gets jealous of our time together, but I always make sure to come home right when my uncle is away on business, and use my penis to appease her. Ever since my aunt taught me about sex, I haven't stopped having sex with them. Recently, Mom started talking to Dad about divorce and moving in with my aunt. Of course, she insists her precious son must stay with her, and my penis certainly agrees!

My aunt had beautiful blonde hair. Whenever I innocently asked why their hair colors were different, my uncle would always laugh and say, "Look at your aunt's roots, child, her hair isn't really blonde." At the time, I never really understood what my uncle meant. Later, I learned that women can dye their hair any color they want, whenever they want.

The summer I was 17, my aunt came to visit again. We hadn't seen her for almost two years because she had been traveling abroad with her husband—I don't know if it was her third or fourth husband. When we picked her up at the train station, she hugged my parents warmly, but she just stared at me with wide eyes.

"My God! You've grown so much!" she said, stretching out her arms for me to hug her.

I happily leaned closer, and she embraced me passionately, pressing me against her chest. My nose was pressed firmly against her cleavage, and my aunt exuded a captivating fragrance. My face remained pressed tightly against her soft breasts for a long time.

After my aunt stayed at home for a week, my uncle went out of town. My mother and aunt sat comfortably together in the yard, chatting idly, while I listened attentively to their conversation. That day, my aunt wore a loose cotton dress, and she spoke cheerfully and excitedly about how wild my mother had been in her youth.

After we'd been in the yard for a long time, my aunt suddenly stood up and stretched. The sunlight made her cotton dress almost transparent. She never wore underwear under her dresses; my mother always told her to wear something to avoid being exposed.

After a while, I sat closer to my aunt, hoping to get a better look at her in the sunlight. I think she and my mother noticed what I was doing. Then my aunt got up and said she was going to take a shower.

"Little devil, have you seen enough?" she whispered in my ear as she passed by.

I blushed shyly and stammered incoherently. She looked at me, smiled, and went inside. Actually, I've recently become interested in women's bodies and learned how to masturbate. Several times I've seen my mother come out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel. Since then, I've tried my best to peek at my mother's body. Whenever I'm lucky enough to peek at my mother's body under her skirt or through her loose top, I go to the bathroom and fantasize about my mother's body, then pull out my penis and masturbate.

That night, I woke up feeling thirsty and needing to urinate, so I got up to go to the bathroom. Then I went downstairs to get some ice water from the refrigerator. When I got downstairs, I found my mother and aunt still chatting and drinking in the yard. I suddenly heard them mention my name, so I went closer to listen to what they were talking about me.

"You know what? How hard he tried to see under my clothes today," Auntie said happily to Mom.

Mom told Auntie that she had seen me masturbating several times, and I felt ashamed and thought I'd better go back to sleep. Mom also said that she often saw me trying to peek under her skirt, and that she often caught me peeking at her undressing or looking at her spread legs from outside the bathroom.

"I think you did it on purpose, didn't you?" Auntie said to Mom with a laugh. Mom chuckled and admitted that she had indeed deliberately created many opportunities for me because she wanted to see how I would react.

"Just masturbate in the bathroom, I bet!" Auntie said with a laugh.

"That's right, he's going through his puberty." Mom laughed even more happily.

On the night before my aunt left, I innocently asked her, just like when I was a child, if I could ride the train back with her. This time, the answer was completely unexpected.

"Well, your mother has already discussed it with me," she said with a smile. "How do you plan to spend these few weeks with me?"

I couldn't believe my aunt was actually willing to agree to fulfill this wish I'd had since childhood. I turned to my uncle and mother for confirmation.

"Little Bull, have fun!"

they nodded and smiled. I squealed with joy, jumped into my mother's arms, and kissed them both, thanking them for letting me do other things instead of constantly working as a lawnmower for the neighbors to get by during the summer vacation.

"I'll go pack my bags right away!" I shouted excitedly as I rushed upstairs.

The journey began with excitement. We would be on the train for nearly 12 hours, so my aunt always chose a sleeper compartment. We waved goodbye to my parents through the window in the ordinary carriage. For the next hour, I stood excitedly by the window, looking out at all sorts of novel things and feeling the speed of the train moving.

At this point, I felt a little tired, so I sat back down and smiled at my aunt who was reading a book. I glanced down and saw that she was sitting with her legs crossed, her skirt pulled up to halfway up her thighs. I felt my penis starting to get restless.

"Do you like my legs?" my aunt suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes...yes...Auntie, I like it very much." I blushed and shyly turned my head to look out the window, not daring to look at her.

"Actually, I don't mind you looking at me like that," she continued, "Do you like my legs as much as you like your mother's legs?"

"I...I don't understand what you mean." I was a little surprised and looked up at her, noticing that my penis was pushing my pants even higher.

"Your mother talked to me about you...she knows you always try to peek at her naked body and under her skirt."

I listened to her continue, pretending I hadn't heard their conversation.

She put her book away, turned to face me, and slowly opened her crossed legs. I looked down into her skirt and saw her thighs. I suddenly felt a little breathless. She looked around to make sure no one was coming, then pulled her skirt up about six inches and spread her knees about a foot wide. As she parted her legs, I stared intently at her thighs, and finally I saw her pubic hair. That's when I realized she hadn't been wearing underwear.

I stared at her in disbelief. Then she took my hand and gently stroked it back and forth on her right thigh. She looked around again and whispered to me, "Touch Auntie's vulva."

My hand slowly slid towards her vulva. When my hand reached her pubic hair, my aunt spread her legs wider. I noticed pink labia on either side of her vulva. As I gently caressed her tender opening, I noticed it began to moisten. My aunt softly told me to press harder.

Suddenly, she pulled my hand and inserted two fingers into her vagina. She began moving her hips back and forth, simultaneously moving my fingers in and out of her vagina in the opposite direction. For a 17-year-old boy, all of this was incredibly stimulating and wild.

Just then, someone walked down the aisle. My aunt quickly sat back down, pulled her skirt down, and told me to hurry back to my seat as well. After the man passed, she bent down and said to me, "Let's go to the bedroom." She got up, took my hand, and practically ran across the aisle to our bedroom.

Once inside, my aunt immediately locked the door and then started taking off her clothes from the bottom up. Good heavens! This was the first time I had ever seen a completely naked woman.

My aunt's large, round breasts had nipples the size of coins. I could only stand there helplessly, watching her hastily remove my shirt, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation about what was about to happen.

I wasn't sure how big a 17-year-old boy's penis should be, but when my aunt pulled down my shorts, she stopped and stared at my already erect penis, saying,

"My God! I didn't expect your penis to be so big!"

My face flushed again, because I wasn't sure if it was a compliment or an insult. My aunt gently helped me lie down on the bed, then moved to my lower body, looking at me as she took my glans into her small mouth. I saw and felt my penis disappear inch by inch in my aunt's warm, moist mouth, until her sexy little mouth finally took my entire penis in and began to stroke it up and down.

God! This feeling was incomparable to masturbation! I started to moan unconsciously, and she lifted her head and asked me how it felt. I quickly smiled and nodded to her, and she smiled back and continued her work.

About two minutes later, I started to feel the urge to ejaculate. I gently patted my aunt's head and said,

"Auntie, be careful! I'm about to cum!"

She immediately sucked on my penis even more vigorously, and then I couldn't control myself and started ejaculating in her mouth. Ejaculating in her mouth felt so much better than ejaculating in the toilet at home. She swallowed every last drop of my semen.

After I stopped ejaculating, she climbed onto the bed and straddled my lap. She continued to stroke my penis up and down with her hand. For some reason, my penis didn't soften as it usually did after masturbation. Then, my aunt lifted her lower body, placing my penis between her legs, and slowly sat down. I watched as my penis slowly disappeared into her vagina. My aunt's warm, moist vaginal walls gripped my penis tightly, and a new kind of pleasure washed over me. I started moaning again. I looked up at my aunt and said, "I love you, Auntie." She smiled at me and then lowered her head to kiss my lips.

My aunt slipped her tongue into my mouth, and then I moved my hands up to play with her breasts. She continued to move her hips up and down, letting my penis slide in and out of her vagina.

Her vagina was indescribably warm and moist, and soon I felt the urge to ejaculate again. She stopped, sat down, and put her hands on my shoulders, saying, "You really have a big penis that most young men don't have!" I smiled proudly, because I could tell from her face and her excited voice that my penis was indeed what she wanted!

My aunt started stroking and squeezing my penis again, and then said in a very loud voice,

"You're really a superb lover!"

I had never heard an adult say such a thing before, especially my aunt or mother. She moved her hips up and down even more wildly, then lowered her head and looked at me with a strange gaze, saying,

"I bet you wish I were your mother right now, don't you?"

As she said that, the image of my mother naked flashed through my mind. I fantasized that my mother was sitting on me, completely naked, and I started ejaculating, injecting my semen deep into my aunt's vagina…

For the next two weeks at my aunt's house, she made me sleep with her every night and taught me everything about sex. After her divorce from her last husband, she decided to never have anything to do with any man again. She told me I was her new "man," and I liked the idea.

Two weeks passed quickly. I was certain I had fallen in love with my aunt, but what she liked most was pretending to be my mother while we had sex. She liked me calling her "Mom," and she liked calling me "son" or "little baby," which always brought her to orgasm the easiest way.

On the train home, I slept most of the time because when I was at my aunt's house, I only slept about five hours a night. She kept demanding sex with me. It wasn't until I grew up that I truly understood the need to be understanding of women with such desires.

After my parents picked me up at the train station, we drove straight to the airport to take my uncle to Seattle for a week for business. My mom and I waited outside the boarding gate for the plane to take off. She asked me to tell her how I spent the summer at my aunt's house, but I didn't know how to tell her because I spent most of the time naked in my aunt's bedroom.

"I bet you saw under your aunt's clothes a few times, didn't you?" Mom joked, hoping to see some reaction from my face.

I waved at the taxiing plane and laughed, telling her no. Mom put her arm around my shoulder and we walked out of the airport. She continued to press me for answers.

"Will I get into trouble if I say yes?" I asked her.

"Of course not! I know you're going through puberty, and I know your aunt likes to flirt with men of all ages," Mom said confidently.

After we drove away from the airport, Mom looked at me suspiciously and asked, "Did Aunt flirt with you when we were at her house?"

I looked at her with the same expression and replied, "She didn't really flirt with me."

When we stopped at a traffic light, Mom turned to me and said, "Did Aunt do something even more outrageous than flirting?"

I couldn't help but laugh and whispered that I did. "She taught me about 'sex.'"

Mom stared at me for a few seconds, then asked incredulously, "You mean, she 'told' you about sex?"

"No! She 'taught' me everything!" I replied.

The car behind us honked, urging us to leave, so Mom started driving again. She didn't say anything for several minutes, and then she asked me to tell her what my aunt and I had done. I honestly told her about everything that had happened on the train, over the past two weeks, and our habit of calling each other mother and son.

My mother looked at me with disbelief. I thought she would be furious, but she didn't say much. After I told her about the whole trip, she asked,

"You really enjoyed pretending your aunt was me?"

I touched my mother's arm and said, "That's the best part. I liked closing my eyes and fantasizing about making love with you."

When we got home, my mother took my luggage and put it on the ground. She took my hand and led me upstairs to her room. "Tonight you don't have to close your eyes and fantasize about me anymore!"

she said, starting to take off her clothes. My penis immediately became hard, so hard that it took me a lot of effort to take off my jeans. She took off her pants and stared at my erect penis, saying:

"My God! Son, you have a huge penis!"

"Auntie said so too!" I replied with a smile.

I gazed greedily at my naked mother standing before me, because I had carefully observed her body in my aunt's room. I walked towards my mother and placed my hand on her breasts. My mother's breasts were the same size as my aunt's, with nipples the size of coins. The pubic hair on her buttocks, thighs, and mons pubis was also the same as my aunt's.

I made my mother lie on the bed, then crawled between her legs. "Do you want to make love to your son?" I whispered in my mother's ear, then gently bit her ear.

As I pressed the head of my penis against my mother's vulva, her body trembled slightly. "Ah... my darling son!"

she gasped as I began to push forward. I then lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. "I love you, Mom!" I whispered in her ear. "I love you too, son!" she responded gently.

The biggest difference between my mother and aunt was that my mother preferred gentle lovemaking, while my aunt enjoyed a more intense process and teasing words. My mother patted me gently and stroked my shoulders, neck, and back, guiding me to be gentle during our lovemaking. She lightly kissed my ears and cheeks, running her fingers through my hair.

Throughout the process, I lowered my elbows and placed my fingers in her hair, gently supporting her head. We quickly reached our climax, and Mom, just like before, gently and slowly responded to my movements. When I started to ejaculate, she asked me to stop all movement so she could feel the strong impact of my semen hitting deep inside her vagina.

That night, Mom and I made love continuously. Each time I ejaculated, Mom would continue to stroke me or use her mouth to make my penis hard again. It wasn't until almost dawn that she finally allowed me to rest for a while, but an hour later I woke up again to Mom's sucking. This time, however, she didn't stop after I became erect. I knew Mom wanted me to fully enjoy her oral sex.

I held her head and followed her slow, stroking movements. She gently wrapped her lips and tongue around my penis. It was an indescribable pleasure! I started ejaculating copious amounts of semen, which Mom swallowed whole. Then she licked my penis clean with her tongue, because they both need lots of sex!

I'll be 27 this summer. Every summer since I was 11, I've spent a few weeks with my aunt. Mom always gets jealous of our time together, but I always make sure to come home right when my uncle is away on business, and use my penis to appease her. Ever since my aunt taught me about sex, I haven't stopped having sex with them. Recently, Mom started talking to Dad about divorce and moving in with my aunt. Of course, she insists her precious son must stay with her, and my penis thinks so too!

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