A disheveled mother

My
mother was pregnant with me when she was still in middle school, so I don't know who my father is.

When I was old enough to understand, I asked my mother everything about my father, but every time I got the same answer: I was just the result of her promiscuity.

My mother is a very charming and beautiful woman, and also a very competent and lovely mother.

However, beautiful women always encounter some unnecessary troubles in life, and there are always men hovering around her.

My mother is naturally gentle and doesn't know how to refuse men's advances, nor does she know how to choose a boyfriend.

Because of this, she changed jobs many times.

But wherever she went, she was always the focus of attention. Her sexy figure often attracted men's malicious gazes, so she was often the target of harassment by bosses.

Later, her father—my grandfather—made her quit all her jobs and let her help manage their rental business, thus sparing her the pain of being harassed by men in public.

My mother was very skillful and efficient at her work. In my spare time, I learned from her and my grandfather and quickly became able to help her.

My grandfather was very good to me; he never treated me like a grandson.

He often said I was like his son, and in fact, he truly treated me like his own son.

Later, when I got older, I noticed some unusual things.

Grandpa is very good to Mom, but I think he's too considerate. He often gets handsy with her, and some of his actions are more appropriate for Grandma.

Every time Grandpa does this to Mom, Grandma stands by, but she never intervenes; instead, she watches with amusement.

I often see Grandpa and Grandma wearing only their underwear, but that's nothing unusual, because I sometimes see them completely naked.

When Mom is with me, she's also often naked and rarely wears clothes.

What makes me proud is that my mom is not only beautiful, but her figure is also much better than my friends' moms.

Compared to the nude women in the pornographic magazines I saw at my friends' places, my mother was in no way inferior, perhaps even better.

Thanks to regular exercise, her breasts remained firm and showed no signs of sagging, and her abdomen was flat, showing no trace of childbirth.

She was incredibly slender, with a delicate and supple waist.

Her buttocks were exceptionally white and full, complementing her slender waist to create striking curves. When she swayed her hips, her full buttocks would create alluring waves, enough to make anyone's nose bleed.

My mother's thighs were round and firm, and when her legs were together, there wasn't a single gap between them.

Of course, what attracted men's attention most was the area below her abdomen, between her legs.

That was the place I had longed for since I was old enough to understand.

Within that small space, dense black pubic hair covered the area, and on the small mound in the center, a pink slit was clearly visible. Two plump labia, half-open and half-closed, seemed to beckon a man's touch.

My mother loved to flaunt her mature and sexy body in front of me, earning my heartfelt admiration.

Summer arrived quickly, my favorite season, because at this time of year, the long and carefree summer vacation would begin.

This year, my mother and I decided to spend our

summer vacation at sea. Before we went to the yacht, we stayed at my grandparents' house for a week.

Grandpa's house is very old. I know he lived there from birth to adulthood; it holds his entire history.

I loved playing in his attic and other uninhabited rooms, exploring his secrets.

Later, I found something interesting in a room filled with old furniture.

I opened an old closet, and in a corner, I found two bound boxes. The ribbons binding them were completely faded, indicating they were very old.

I took them out, opened them, and found they were full of old photographs.

When I saw what they were, I was completely stunned.

The first photos I saw were of Mom, Grandpa, and Grandma, when they were all very young.

I was curious because this was clearly a record of our family's past, and I was eager to know if there were any photos of my father.

But the next photo made me gasp—it was a picture of my mother.

In the photo, my mother was lying naked on the bed, her legs wide open, and a dark patch under her buttocks; upon closer inspection, it was clear that the sheets were wet.

Judging from my mother's expression, she seemed quite pleased.

I looked at a few more photos, all of my mother in different poses: some with her thighs clenched, others with her lying on the bed looking satisfied, white semen flowing from her vulva, and so on.

But what truly shocked me was what came next.

In the next photo, Grandpa and Grandma are both naked, and Mom is with them, also completely naked.

Both Grandma and Mom's genitals are equally red and wet. Grandpa stands to the side, his large penis erect, the glans shiny red and dripping with milky white semen.

Based on my limited knowledge of sex, I can guess that the three of them have just had (?) a frenzied sexual encounter.

I also saw a photo of Mom and Grandpa embracing naked, further confirming my suspicion that there was an incestuous relationship between them.

The following photos became increasingly daring, increasingly outrageous, and increasingly lewd.

There were photos of mothers performing oral sex on their grandfathers, mothers being raped by their grandfathers in various positions, mothers and grandmothers comforting each other, and even three people engaging in orgy.

In short, there were almost every kind of position imaginable, many of which I had never seen or even heard of before. Watching them made my mouth dry, my face flush, and my legs weak.

At the bottom of the box was an envelope.

I opened it, and inside was another series of photos, all of my mother.

These photos depicted the changes in my mother's body during pregnancy; she was naked, showing the curves of her growing belly from various angles.

After looking at these extremely obscene photos, I felt incredibly stimulated and excited. My genitals swelled up, straining against my underwear and causing a throbbing pain in my glans.

But what truly excited me wasn't the actions depicted in the pornographic photos themselves, but rather the fact I deduced from them: my father's true identity.

If it weren't for these photos, I would never have imagined, even if you racked your brains, that I was the product of my grandfather and mother's incestuous relationship, and that my grandfather was my biological father.

I didn't know whether I should be happy or sad, but I only knew that I was unusually excited at that moment.

I put the photos back in the box, retied it, and then opened another box.

It was full of sex toys, many of which I had seen in the photos earlier. One of them was a dildo that was as thick as my wrist and about a foot long, which really surprised me.

Looking at the contents of the box, my mother's mature and sexy body involuntarily flashed into my mind. To be honest, I've enjoyed looking at my mother's naked body since I was little, but I swear I've never had any lewd thoughts.

I love my mother very much, but it's just pure maternal love; I've never associated it with anything pornographic.

But now the situation is different. Ever since I learned that I was the product of my grandfather and mother's affair, the lustful blood buried within me has begun to boil. For the first time, I felt a lewd desire for my own mother, and this desire was extremely strong.

I put everything back in the box, wrapped it up, and thought about what I should do next.

Suddenly, I had a good idea.

My mother had told me to prepare for our yacht trip and put all the necessary equipment in the car. I thought this might be an opportunity, so I quickly packed up the boxes, put them in the car, and even piled some things on top to cover them.

But I immediately changed my mind because I suddenly felt it wasn't "safe." There were still two days before my mother and I left for the yacht trip, and leaving the boxes in such an obvious place would make them easy for others to find.

I was just about to put them back in the house when I heard my grandfather's car returning.

I quickly slipped back into my room and hid where they couldn't see me, secretly peeking at them.

My grandfather and the other two got out of the car, all smiling and looking very happy.

My mother and grandmother were both wearing loose clothes, their snow-white, full breasts peeking out from beneath them. I could imagine they weren't wearing anything underneath.

I don't know why I'm so sensitive; I often see them naked, but I've never paid attention. Now, they're just wearing outer garments, yet it makes my mind wander.

I see my grandfather walk over to my mother, pull her into his arms, and slip his hand inside her clothes. They kiss passionately.

My mother moaned continuously, her lower body writhing from side to side, clearly enjoying the little movements my grandfather's hand was making.

The two kissed for a while before separating. Grandpa then went behind Grandma and hugged her from behind, his hand slipping inside her clothes, seemingly fondling her full breasts.

Grandma, who had been bending over to get something out of the car, was interrupted by Grandpa's sudden attack and had to turn around to kiss him.

Grandma seemed much more seductive than Mom; she kissed him loudly and kept rubbing her thighs against Grandpa's body.

Oh, I can't take it anymore! I'm getting hard! I quietly slipped out of the house and carefully followed the wall to the room where Mom and Grandpa had just entered, peeking through the window.

I just overheard Mom say, "No, Dad, my son will probably be in soon.

" Then she added, "Dad, we have plenty of time tonight. If you can't wait, you can put something on my breasts like before.

" Grandpa ignored her and just kept kneading Mom's breasts. Mom kept saying, "My son will find out. He's a big boy now. Sooner or later he'll realize his mother is a submissive slut.

" At that moment, Grandma came in, carrying a box. She put the box in Grandpa's hand and said, "I think you might need these things.

" Grandpa kissed Grandma and then opened it.

I looked inside and saw nothing but clips, rings, and weights.

My mother and grandmother had already unbuttoned their shirts, revealing their snow-white breasts.

My grandfather placed a clip on each of their nipples, securing them with a small ring attached to each clip, from which hung a weight.

After securing them, my grandfather deliberately pulled on the weights, causing my mother and grandmother to recoil in pain.

After finishing with the top, my grandfather did the same to their genitals.

After they finished, Mom and Grandma stood up, smoothed their clothes, and pretended nothing had happened, but the pain on their faces was impossible to hide. Mom walked a few steps with her thighs clenched together, complaining of the pain.

Grandpa patted their bottoms hard and said, "Go back to your work.

" I left the house, wandered around outside for a bit, and then came back. I saw Grandpa was still in the usual spot, but Mom and Grandma were gone. I greeted Grandpa.

I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was tidying up the garage; one of the lawnmowers was broken, and he needed to fix it by tomorrow afternoon.

I love spending time with my grandfather; I learn so much from him. Now that I know he's my father, I feel even closer to him. But I don't want to tell him what I discovered today yet. I don't think it's the right time. I want to tell my mother first and see how she reacts.

My thoughts drifted back to the photograph.

Recalling everything I saw today, I suddenly felt a little ridiculous. The relationships between my grandfather, grandmother, mother, and me are completely messed up now. My grandfather is my father; should I call my mother "sister"? I went back to the dining room and saw my mother and grandmother preparing dinner. I could imagine the heavy weights swaying inside their clothes; it must have been very painful, but you couldn't see it on their faces.

Only when they moved around did strange smiles appear on their faces.

I sat at the table, bored, waiting for dinner to begin.

I peeked into the kitchen and saw Grandpa's hand inside Mom's clothes, Mom resting her head on Grandpa's shoulder, her body shifting restlessly.

Wow, they dared to do that right under my nose! They moved around for a while before Mom finally straightened up and left.

My thoughts started racing again; everything that had happened that day filled me with uncontrollable excitement.

For the rest of the evening, I thought about the photograph.

I recalled how, before my mother and I went to my grandfather's house for the night, her behavior was always a bit strange. After returning from my grandfather's house, she always walked with difficulty, as if in great pain. Every time I asked, she would smile and say it was nothing.

I also remember that since we moved to my grandfather's house two months ago, my mother has been unusually always wearing underwear. When she changes clothes, she no longer lets me watch as before, but closes the door and changes by herself.

Now I understand, it was all because of the weights.

I also thought of the room I saw in the photo. I knew it was upstairs; it was my grandmother's room, but it was usually locked.

After dinner, I quietly slipped up to the rooftop. Luckily, the room wasn't locked,

and I slipped inside. There was a bed in the room, exactly the same as the one in the photo.

I groped around on the bed and quickly found a drawer-like thing in the corner. I pulled back the sheet and found a dildo hidden underneath.

I glanced around, imagining what I should do if I were to peek into the room from the outside.

I quickly realized I could peek through the crack in the door from the hallway, or I could climb onto the balcony roof to peek.

I went back to the dining room, ate some snacks, and then told the others I was sleepy and wanted to go to bed early.

I kissed my mom and grandma goodbye and said goodnight to each other.

I took the opportunity to peek inside their clothes, but I didn't see any clips or weights; they were very good at hiding them.

Shortly after I went back to my room and lay down, my mother came upstairs and peeked into the room, obviously checking to see if I was asleep.

She paused outside the door for a while, then walked to my bedside, bent down, and kissed me on the cheek.

As she bent down, I could see that there were indeed two clips on her nipples.

When she straightened up, I could hear the faint vibration of the weights between her legs.

My mother kissed me again, then closed the door and lay down herself.

I saw that as she lay down, the two weights on her chest slipped to the side, tugging at her nipples. My mother's brows furrowed immediately, and she bit her lip tightly, trying to suppress a moan.

After a while, my mother got up, and seeing that I didn't move, quietly left the room.

I heard Mom tell Grandma that I had fallen asleep, and Grandma said that was great, they could start right away.

The living room light went out, and I got up, quietly opened the window, and climbed onto the balcony.

Looking down from the balcony, only Grandma's room was still lit.

I carefully climbed over and looked through the window.

I saw Grandpa taking a baby bathtub out from under the bed, and Grandma lying on the bed, fiddling with the dildo I had just seen.

Then Mom came in, holding a towel, closed the door, and locked it.

They were still dressed when Grandpa suddenly went to the window and opened it. I quickly lay down and shrank into a corner, afraid that Grandpa would discover my presence.

Thankfully, Grandpa didn't look outside, but it still gave me a real fright.

After Grandpa fastened the window, he turned around and told Mom and Grandma to take off their clothes.

Mom and Grandma quickly took off their clothes. The weights hanging on their nipples were very heavy, pulling their nipples down. Grandma's breasts were already somewhat saggy due to her age, and now, because of the weights, her nipples were stretched even longer.

I looked at Mom's genitals again. Mom's genitals were very full, and her labia were large and long, about twice the size of Grandma's. Now, because of the weights, they were completely deformed.

Grandpa turned on the record player and started playing dance music.

My mother and grandmother started dancing to the music, the weights swaying and vibrating with their movements. Strange expressions appeared on their faces—neither joy nor pain, but a cruel smile that was difficult to describe.

An eerie, lewd atmosphere instantly filled the room, making me, who was peeking through the window, uneasy.

Oh, this scene is insane! A chilling pleasure washed over me.

My mother was pregnant with me when she was still in middle school, so I don't know who my father is.

When I grew older, I asked my mother everything about my father, but the answer was always the same: I was just the result of her promiscuity.

My mother was a very charming and beautiful woman, as well as a very responsible and lovely mother.

However, beautiful women often encounter unnecessary troubles in life, and there were always men lingering around her.

My mother was naturally gentle and didn't know how to refuse men's advances, nor was she good at choosing boyfriends.

Because of this, she changed jobs many times.

But wherever she went, she was always the center of attention. Her sexy figure often attracted men's malicious gazes, and therefore, she was often the target of harassment by her bosses.

Later, her father—my grandfather—made her quit all her jobs and help manage their rental business, thus relieving her of the pain of being harassed by men in public.

My mother is very skillful and quick at her work. In my spare time, I learned from her and my grandfather and soon I could help her.

My grandfather is very good to me; he never treats me like a grandson.

He often says I'm like his son, and in fact, he treats me like his own son.

Later, when I got older, I noticed some unusual things.

My grandfather is also very good to my mother, but I feel he's too considerate. He often physically abuses her, doing things that would be more appropriate for my grandmother.

Every time my grandfather does this to my mother, my grandmother stands by, but she never intervenes; instead, she watches with amusement.

I often saw my grandparents wearing only underwear, but that wasn't a big deal, because I sometimes saw them completely naked.

My mother was also often naked when I was with her, rarely wearing clothes.

What makes me proud is that my mother is not only beautiful, but also has a much better figure than my friends' mothers.

Compared to the nude women in the pornographic magazines I saw at my friends' places, my mother is in no way inferior, and even better. Because of her

regular exercise, her breasts are still firm and haven't sagged at all, and her abdomen is flat, showing no signs of having given birth.

She is very slender, with a slim and supple waist.

Her buttocks were unusually white and full, complementing her slender waist to create striking curves. When she swayed her hips, her full buttocks would ripple with alluring waves, enough to make anyone's nose bleed.

My mother's thighs were round and firm, and when her legs were together, there wasn't a single gap between them.

Of course, what attracted men's attention most was the area below my mother's abdomen, between her legs.

That was also the place I had longed for since I was old enough to understand.

Within that small area, dense black pubic hair covered the area, and on the small mound in the middle, a pink cleft was clearly visible. The two plump labia were half-open, half-closed, seemingly enticing men to pluck them.

My mother loves to flaunt her mature and sexy body in front of me, earning my heartfelt admiration.

Summer is fast approaching, my favorite season because it means the long and carefree summer vacation.

This year, my mother and I decided to spend our

summer vacation at sea. Before we went on the yacht, we stayed at my grandparents' house for a week.

My grandparents' house is very old; I know my grandfather lived there from birth to adulthood—it holds his entire history.

I love playing in my grandparents' attic and other uninhabited rooms, exploring his secrets.

Later, I discovered some interesting things in a room filled with old furniture.

I opened an old closet, and in the corner, I found two boxes tied together. The ribbons binding them were completely faded, indicating they were very old.

I took them out, opened them, and found they were full of old photographs.

When I saw what they were, I was completely stunned.

The first photos I saw were of my mother, grandfather, and grandmother, all of them very young.

I was curious, because this was clearly a record of our family's past, and I desperately wanted to know if there were any photos of my father.

But the next photo made me gasp—it was a photo of my mother.

In the photo, my mother was lying naked on the bed, her legs wide open, and a dark patch under her buttocks—upon closer inspection, it was clear that the sheets were wet.

Judging from her mother's expression, she seemed to be very happy.

I looked at a few more pictures, all of them of my mother in different positions. Some showed her with her thighs clenched together, others showed her lying on the bed with a satisfied expression, white semen flowing from her vulva, and so on.

But what truly shocked me was what came next.

In the next picture, my grandfather and grandmother were both naked, and my mother was with them, also completely naked.

Both my grandmother and mother's vulvas were equally red and wet. My grandfather stood to the side, his thick penis erect, the glans glistening red, dripping with milky white semen.

Based on my limited knowledge of sex, I could guess that the three of them had just experienced (?) a frenzied sexual encounter.

I also saw a photo of my mother and grandfather embracing each other naked, which further confirmed my suspicions about an incestuous relationship between them.

The subsequent photos became increasingly daring, outrageous, and lewd.

There were photos of my mother performing oral sex on my grandfather, of my mother being raped by my grandfather in various positions, of my mother and grandmother comforting each other, and of the three of them engaging in orgy.

In short, there were almost every kind of position imaginable, many of which I had never seen or even heard of before. Seeing them made my mouth dry, my face flush red, and my legs weak.

At the bottom of the box, there was an envelope.

I opened it, and inside was another series of photos, all of my mother.

These photos depicted the changes in my mother's body during pregnancy; she was naked, showing the curves of her growing belly from various angles.

Looking at these extremely lewd photos, I felt incredibly stimulated and excited; my genitals swelled to a bulge, pushing against my underwear and causing a sharp pain in my glans.

But what truly excited me wasn't the actions depicted in the pornographic photos themselves, but rather the fact I deduced from them: my father's true identity.

If it weren't for these photos, I would never have imagined, even if I racked my brains, that I was the product of my grandfather and mother's incestuous relationship, and that my grandfather was my biological father.

I didn't know whether I should be happy or sad, but I was incredibly excited.

I put the photos back in the box, re-tied it, and then opened another box.

It was full of sex toys, many of which I recognized from the photos. One of them, a dildo, was as thick as my wrist and about a foot long—it really surprised me.

Looking at the contents of the box, my mother's mature, sexy body involuntarily came to mind. Honestly, I've enjoyed looking at my mother's naked body since I was little, but I swear I've never had any lewd thoughts.

I love my mother very much, but it's just pure maternal love; I've never associated it with anything pornographic.

But now the situation is different. Ever since I learned that I was the product of my grandfather and mother's affair, the lustful blood buried within me has begun to boil. For the first time, I felt a lewd desire for my own mother, and this desire was extremely strong.

I put everything back in the box, wrapped it up, and thought about what I should do next.

Suddenly, I had a good idea.

My mother had told me to prepare things for the yacht trip and to put the necessary equipment in the car. I thought this might be an opportunity, so I quickly packed up the box, went out, put it in the car, and piled some things on top to cover it up.

But I immediately changed my mind because I suddenly felt it wasn't "safe." There were still two days before my mom and I were supposed to leave for the yacht, and leaving the box in such an obvious place would make it easy for others to find it.

Just as I was about to put them back in the house, I heard Grandpa's car returning.

I quickly slipped back into my room and hid out of their sight to peek at them.

Grandpa and Grandma got out of the car, all smiling and looking very happy.

Mom and Grandma were both wearing loose clothes, their snow-white, full breasts peeking out from under their clothes; I could imagine they weren't wearing anything underneath.

I don't know why I'm so sensitive. I often see them naked, but I've never paid attention. Now, they're only wearing outer clothing, yet it makes my mind wander.

I saw Grandpa walk up to Mom, pull her into his arms, and put his hand inside her clothes. They kissed passionately.

Mom moaned continuously, her lower body twisting from side to side, clearly enjoying Grandpa's little touches.

They kissed for a while before separating. Grandpa then went behind Grandma, hugged her from behind, and put his hand inside her clothes, seemingly fondling her full breasts.

Grandma was bending over to take something out of the car when Grandpa's sudden attack interrupted her, forcing her to turn around and kiss him.

Grandma seemed much more seductive than Mom; she not only kissed him loudly but also kept rubbing her thighs against Grandpa's body.

Oh, I can't take it anymore! I'm getting hard! I quietly slipped out of the house and carefully followed the wall to the room where Mom and Grandpa had just entered, peeking through the window.

I just overheard Mom say, "No, Dad, my son will probably be in soon.

" Then she added, "Dad, we have plenty of time tonight. If you can't wait, you can put something on my breasts like before.

" Grandpa ignored her and just kept kneading Mom's breasts. Mom kept saying, "My son will find out. He's a big boy now. Sooner or later he'll realize his mother is a submissive slut.

" At that moment, Grandma came in, carrying a box. She put the box in Grandpa's hand and said, "I think you might need these things.

" Grandpa kissed Grandma and then opened it.

I looked inside and saw nothing but clips, rings, and weights.

My mother and grandmother had already unbuttoned their shirts, revealing their snow-white breasts.

My grandfather placed a clip on each of their nipples, securing them with a small ring attached to each clip, from which hung a weight.

After securing them, my grandfather deliberately pulled on the weights, causing my mother and grandmother to recoil in pain.

After finishing with the top, my grandfather did the same to their genitals.

After they finished, Mom and Grandma stood up, smoothed their clothes, and pretended nothing had happened, but the pain on their faces was impossible to hide. Mom walked a few steps with her thighs clenched together, complaining of the pain.

Grandpa patted their bottoms hard and said, "Go back to your work.

" I left the house, wandered around outside for a bit, and then came back. I saw Grandpa was still in the usual spot, but Mom and Grandma were gone. I greeted Grandpa.

I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was tidying up the garage; one of the lawnmowers was broken, and he needed to fix it by tomorrow afternoon.

I enjoy spending time with my grandfather; I learn so much from him. Now that I know he's my father, I feel even closer to him. But I don't want to tell him what I discovered today yet. I don't think it's the right time. I want to tell my mother first and see how she reacts.

My thoughts drifted back to the photograph.

As I reflected on everything I'd seen today, I suddenly felt a little ridiculous. The relationships between Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, and me were completely messed up now. Grandpa was my father; should I call Mom "sister"? I went back to the dining room and saw Mom and Grandma preparing dinner. I could imagine the heavy weights swaying inside their clothes—it must have been very painful, but you couldn't see it on their faces.

Only when they moved around did strange smiles appear on their faces.

I sat at the table, bored, waiting for dinner to begin.

I peeked into the kitchen and saw Grandpa's hand inside Mom's clothes, and Mom resting her head on Grandpa's shoulder, her body moving constantly.

Wow, they dared to do that right under my nose! The two of them moved around for a while before Mom straightened up and left.

My thoughts started racing again; everything that had happened that day filled me with uncontrollable excitement.

For the rest of the evening, I thought about the photos.

I recalled how, before Mom and I went to Grandpa's house for the night, her behavior was always a little strange. And after returning from Grandpa's, she always walked with difficulty, as if in great pain. Every time I asked, she would smile and say it was nothing.

I also remembered that since we moved to Grandpa's two months ago, Mom had unusually started wearing underwear all the time. She no longer let me watch her change clothes; instead, she closed the door and changed by herself.

Now I understand, it was all because of the weights.

I thought of the room in the photo; I knew it was upstairs, Grandma's room, but it was usually locked.

After dinner, I quietly slipped up to the roof. Luckily, the room wasn't locked,

and I slipped inside. There was a bed in the room, exactly the same as the one in the photo.

I groped around on the bed and quickly found a drawer-like thing in the corner. I lifted the sheet and found a dildo hidden underneath.

I glanced around, imagining what I should do if I were to peek into the room from the outside.

I quickly realized I could peek through the crack in the door from the hallway, or I could climb onto the balcony roof to peek.

I went back to the restaurant, ate some snacks, and then told the others I was sleepy and wanted to go to bed early.

I kissed my mom and grandma goodbye and said goodnight.

I took the opportunity to peek inside their clothes, but I didn't see any clips or weights; they were very good at hiding them.

Shortly after I lay down in my room, my mom came upstairs and peeked into the room, obviously checking if I was asleep.

She paused outside the door for a while, then came to my bedside, bent down, and kissed me on the cheek.

As she bent down, I could see that there were indeed two clips on her nipples.

When she straightened up, I could hear the faint vibration of the weights between her legs.

My mom kissed me again, then closed the door and lay down herself.

I saw that as she lay down, the two breasts on her chest slipped to the side, tugging at her nipples. My mother's brows furrowed immediately; she bit her lip tightly, trying to suppress a moan.

After a while, my mother got up, and seeing that I wasn't moving, she quietly left the room.

I heard my mother tell my grandmother that I had fallen asleep, and my grandmother said that was great, they could start right away.

The living room light went out. I got up, quietly opened the window, and climbed onto the balcony.

Looking down from the balcony, only my grandmother's room still had its light on.

I carefully climbed over and peered through the window.

Grandpa was taking a baby bathtub from under the bed, while Grandma lay on the bed, fiddling with the dildo I had just seen.

Then Mom came in, carrying a towel. She closed the door and locked it.

They were both still dressed. Suddenly, Grandpa went to the window and opened it. I quickly lay down and shrank into a corner, afraid Grandpa would discover me.

Luckily, Grandpa didn't look out, but it still gave me a real fright.

After Grandpa locked the window, he turned around and told Mom and Grandma to take off their clothes.

Mom and Grandma quickly took off their clothes. The weights hanging on their nipples were heavy, pulling them down. Grandma's breasts, already somewhat saggy due to her age, were stretched even longer by the weights.

I looked at Mom's genitals; they were very full, with large, long labia, about twice the size of Grandma's. Now, under the weight of the weights, they were completely deformed.

Grandpa turned on the record player and played dance music.

Mom and Grandma began to dance to the music, the weights swaying and vibrating with their movements. Strange expressions appeared on their faces—neither happy nor painful, but a cruel smile that was difficult to describe precisely.

An eerie and lewd atmosphere instantly filled the room, making me, who was peeking through the window, extremely uneasy.

Oh, this scene is truly insane! A trembling pleasure surged through my entire body.

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