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I stood by the gym window, watching my mother, eight months pregnant, wearing a light pink maternity dress and leading her enormous German Shepherd, Randy, across the cobblestone path in the courtyard and into the gate. A smile involuntarily crept onto my face.

A strange sensation in my lower body made me glance down: Oh! My penis was erect and throbbing in my shorts. It seemed I couldn't continue exercising.

I turned and left the gym, heading to the nearest elevator.

Although our house only has four floors, we installed five elevators in the center and around the perimeter, prioritizing comfort and speed. The largest elevator in the center can easily accommodate more than a dozen people. It leads to a spacious hall in the middle of the top floor, where our whole family holds our grand celebrations; we call it the "Hall of Joy." The other four elevators lead to the four main bedroom areas, one... The elevator leads to a private guest room area reserved for my mother's family. Although they don't particularly enjoy living in this almost isolated mansion, they come here every year to stay for a month or two and enjoy family time with us. There's another elevator leading to my grandparents' bedroom; another to my parents' bedroom; and the one I'm standing in front of leads to my and my three sisters' bedroom area.

Seeing the elevator's upward indicator, I couldn't help but smile knowingly. Without a doubt, my mother must be looking for me, because my two older sisters and younger sister went out today, and I'm the only one she can find coming up this elevator.

I smiled and pressed the up button, waiting for the elevator to reach my third-floor apartment.

The elevator arrived quickly, and as soon as the doors opened, I saw my mother standing inside, her belly bulging. Randy was squatting at her feet, sticking out his long tongue.

I greeted my mother and hurried into the elevator. My mother smiled and opened her arms; because her belly was so large, I could only lean forward and give her a light hug. The elevator doors closed behind me, and the elevator continued its ascent.

My mother's eyes were filled with spring, and she smiled with boundless delight as she asked me, "Did you miss Mommy, my baby?"

I knelt down in front of my mother, put my left hand behind her, and hugged her large, full, and round buttocks. I pressed my face against my mother's big belly, listening to the strong heartbeats of my twin daughters coming from inside. My right hand gently stroked it, feeling the rhythm of my two daughters inside.

I looked up at my mother with boundless tenderness and said, "Of course, I miss you so much, Mom!"

My mother smiled and said, "You're just trying to make your mother happy. I only left you for an hour for a walk, what's there to miss?"

"Of course I miss you, Mom. Even if you're only gone for a second, I'll miss you terribly." My right hand continued to gently stroke my mother's big belly, while my left hand began to knead my mother's plump buttocks, as I spoke to my mother.

My mother gently stroked my hair and said softly, "Baby, Mommy loves you!"

"Mom, I love you too!" I looked up at my mother, our deep affection and lingering gazes intertwined, inseparable.

The elevator stopped at the top floor. I stood up and helped my mother out of the elevator. Randy wagged his tail and followed behind my mother and me.

When my mother and I entered my bedroom, Linda, with her beautiful long, purplish-red hair, was changing the sheets, her youthful and beautiful body naked.

Linda just turned eighteen this year. She has a slender figure, with a pair of full, firm breasts and a round, firm butt. Like her forty-one-year-old mother, Catherine, she is one of my personal maids. Before I went to the gym, I had just had passionate sex with my mother and the two of them. After my mother went for a walk, I had another round with them.

Seeing my mother and me enter, Linda greeted us with a radiant smile, saying, "Madam, Young Master Jeff, the sheets have been changed."

I didn't see Katharine and was a little surprised, asking, "Where's Katharine?"

"My mother's in the bathroom, she'll be out soon," Linda replied, her face flushed and a shy smile on her face. Clearly, she remembered the passionate sex I'd had with my mother and her daughter not long ago.

A thought suddenly struck me: "Linda, call Mrs. Mason, her mother, and her daughter up. I'm going to have a good time today."

Linda agreed, went to the side, picked up our family's internal telephone mounted on the wall, and called Mrs. Mason, the housekeeper of our "pleasure hall."

Mrs. Laura Mawson was a 48-year-old Black woman. Her husband, Cole Mawson, was 50 and managed the stables for our family. She had a 71-year-old father-in-law, Matthew Mawson, and a 73-year-old mother-in-law, Jane Mawson. She had three sons, Mark, George, and Danny, and a 20-year-old daughter, Joan. Mawson and Danny had a 13-year-old daughter, Isna. Mark, George, and Joan each had a son. However, Isna and Mark's 16-year-old son, Mark Jr., and George's 15-year-old son, Kay, were Laura's incestuous children with her sons. Joan's 7-year-old son, Cole Jr., was born to her and her father, Cole. All twelve members of this four-generation family lived and worked in our home.

From Matthew and Jane's youth, this family of Black men had been working for my grandfather, serving as our sex slaves and toys. When Laura and Cole's children were teenagers, my grandfather and father added them to their family's incestuous relationship, resulting in incestuous children between mother and son, and father and daughter. However, I was just born then and couldn't witness the lewd scenes firsthand, which is a bit of a regret. But now I can witness forty-eight-year-old Laura giving birth to an incestuous child for her grandson, who is also her son, Mark, and personally having my mother bear incestuous children for me.

Mom laughed and said to me, "Honey, can you handle it?"

Before I could answer, Randy was already barking behind us, as if to say, "No problem."

I laughed and said, "Listen, Mom, Randy has already answered you for me, 'No problem.'" After saying that, Mom and I both laughed.

Just as I helped Mom to the bedside, and we sat intimately side by side on the edge of the bed, Katharine walked out of the bathroom completely naked. Upon seeing my mother and me, she greeted us gently, "Madam, Young Master Jeff."

Although Katharine had a very good relationship with my mother and me, often sharing a bed, and my mother and I treated her mother differently, as if they were family, she insisted on calling me "Young Master Jeff" except during intimate moments with me. Although I had told her many times to just call me Jeff, she, with her somewhat conservative 16th-century mindset, refused to change her way of addressing me, and Linda also continued to call me "Young Master Jeff."

I had no choice but to let her call me that.

Forty-one-year-old Catherine had bright red hair, unlike her daughter's, and captivating green eyes just like hers. She was of medium height, slightly plump, with larger, more prominent breasts than her daughter and a full, round bottom. Long, thick, bright red pubic hair grew on her slightly protruding lower abdomen, spreading down to between her two snow-white thighs, almost completely covering her genitals. She was exactly the kind of typical middle-aged woman I admired, like my mother.

The mother and Katharine had a very good relationship. Upon seeing Katharine, the mother said, "Katharine, what's Jeff up to now? He's already been messing around with the three of us for hours, and now he wants Mrs. Morsen and a few other women from her family to come and join in the fun. Doesn't he care about his health?!"

Kathleen walked towards us with a smile, saying, "Madam, you're too concerned about Young Master Jeff. You know very well how capable he is. He could handle any number of us women, let alone a few."

I put my arm around my mother's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Mom, did you hear that? Even Kathleen knows you care about me too much. You don't need to worry about me not being able to take it anymore!"

My mother couldn't stand the tickling sensation on her ear and quickly pushed me away, giggling, "No, it tickles!"

I reached out and gently rubbed my mother's left breast, and she immediately let out a soft moan.

Kathleen knelt in front of me, reaching out to grab my erect penis through my shorts.

As she pulled down my only piece of clothing, my shorts, leaving me completely naked, I unbuttoned my mother's pale pink maternity dress and pulled it off her shoulders.

My mother wasn't wearing a bra, and once her maternity dress was down, her large breasts, swollen from pregnancy, were fully exposed. On her snow-white, swollen breasts, the two originally deep red, now erect, round and large nipples had turned purplish-red due to pregnancy, and the equally purplish-red, round areolas protruded from her soft, smooth breasts.

I lowered my head, opened my mouth, and gently sucked on my mother's large left nipple, which was closest to me, occasionally teasing and tugging at it with my nimble tongue. At the same time, my left hand gently kneaded and rubbed my mother's right breast, while my right hand reached behind her and inside her large maternity panties to rub her plump buttocks. My mother hugged me tightly, moaning and panting.

Kathleen grabbed my hard, thick penis and stroked it a couple of times, then opened her mouth and took my huge, ferocious glans into her mouth, sucking and licking it. At the same time, she was still stroking the shaft of my penis with one hand, while rubbing and kneading my two large testicles with the other.

Linda finished her phone call and turned around to see this scene. She quickly walked over, squatted down in front of me, and without saying a word, snatched my two large testicles from her mother's hands. She immediately took one into her mouth and began to suck and lick it, while she held the other in her hand and rubbed and kneaded it. Unlike Linda, who seemed slightly shy after the storm, she put her other hand under my buttocks and inserted a finger into my anus, fiddling with it.

I rubbed my mother's large buttocks for a while, then, finding the position inconvenient, I spat out my mother's large nipple and made her take off her maternity dress and large underwear completely, and get onto the bed.

After taking off her maternity dress and underwear, my mother was completely naked, just like me, Katharine, and Linda.

My eyes looked down at my mother.

She had wavy, light golden hair, soft and glossy, neither too long nor too short, just a little over three inches behind her shoulders, roughly at the top of her breasts. The most captivating feature of my mother's elegant and gentle face was her pair of large, expressive, sapphire-blue eyes, which always seemed to speak volumes when she looked at me, filled with a deep, ocean-like affection. My mother's skin was fair and radiant, and below her rounded shoulders were a pair of proud, large, full, snow-white breasts. Further down was her protruding, round belly, swollen with the weight of my two eight-month-old twin daughters. At the point where the rounded bulge of her belly almost ended, thick, pale golden pubic hair extended down to between her two snow-white thighs, covering the entrance to my life—my mother's beautiful, enchanting vulva.

I left Kathleen and Linda, gently stroking my mother's body as I helped her, whose movements were somewhat hindered and slowed by her eight-month pregnancy with twin daughters, onto the bed. I laid her down in the center of my large bed, big enough to fit ten people.

I knelt between my mother's legs, gently parting them, and called Kathleen and Linda to join me.

I had Kathleen lie on her back beneath my mother's parted legs so that I could insert my large penis into her mouth and have her suck and lick it while I leaned over to observe, kiss, and caress my mother's genitals. Then Linda straddled her mother, serving me from behind, licking my scrotum and anus with abandon. Then, even though I'd seen it countless times, knowing almost every pubic hair and every fold, I still lowered my head, bringing my face close to my mother's genitals, carefully observing the beautiful area between her parted thighs. My mother's beautiful genitals never tired of being looked at.

Between my mother's two snow-white thighs, her vulva bulged high, with two-inch-long pale golden pubic hairs growing on her thick, fleshy labia majora. The fine, curly pubic hairs extended all the way to the area around my mother's wrinkled, pink anus, like a pipa player half-concealing her face, partially obscuring her vulva and anus.

Already aroused, my mother's labia majora parted slightly, revealing a faintly visible crimson opening and the clitoris and labia minora peeking out. Her entire vulva was wet with the vaginal fluids secreted inside, even the surrounding pubic hair was slightly damp, and its color appeared a little darker than the pubic hair on the high mons pubis.

I gently parted my mother's two engorged and erect labia minora, which were exposed outside the labia majora, allowing her vulva to open completely, thoroughly revealing all the beautiful secrets hidden within.

Below my mother's open vulva was the slightly ajar entrance to her vagina, which, glistening with vaginal fluids, appeared even more alluring and unfathomably deep. Above the opening of my mother's vagina, there was another small opening—the opening of her urethra. Looking at her urethra, I couldn't help but imagine that small opening fully open, gushing out pale yellow urine. This caused my penis to grow even more erect inside Kathleen's mouth.

Further up, at the junction of my mother's two erect labia minora, her small clitoris was already engorged and erect, peeking out from its foreskin, looking alluring and captivating in the moisture of her vaginal fluids. I couldn't resist gently touching my mother's clitoris with my thumb, watching it twitch slightly under my touch.

When my finger touched her clitoris, her body trembled involuntarily, her snow-white, plump thighs quivered, and a glistening stream of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina. I couldn't resist taking it to my mouth, sucking and licking at the entrance of her vagina, savoring the slightly fishy-salty vaginal fluid.

As I licked my mother's vagina, her full, soft thighs closed tightly around my head, and she couldn't help but let out seductive moans. After

licking her vaginal opening for a while, I felt unsatisfied, so I gently parted her thighs and lifted my head from her vulva. Then I extended my index finger and gently rubbed it around her urethra.

Mom couldn't help but giggle, and said to me, slightly out of breath, "Jeff...no...don't...you're making me want to pee!"

While continuing to rub Mom's urethra with my index finger, I used my other hand to stroke her snow-white, full, soft, and smooth buttocks, excitedly asking, "Mom, do you really need to pee?"

Whether from flushing or embarrassment, Mom's face was red as she said, "Yes, I really do. I haven't been to the bathroom since last night, and this morning you made me so thirsty, I drank a lot of water, and now you've made me want to pee!"

I stood by the gym window, watching my mother, eight months pregnant, wearing a light pink maternity dress and leading her enormous German Shepherd, Randy, across the cobblestone path in the courtyard and into the gate. A smile involuntarily crept onto my face.

A strange sensation in my lower body made me glance down: Oh! My penis was erect and throbbing in my shorts. It seemed I couldn't continue exercising.

I turned and left the gym, heading to the nearest elevator.

Although our house only has four floors, we installed five elevators in the center and around the perimeter, prioritizing comfort and speed. The largest elevator in the center can easily accommodate more than a dozen people. It leads to a spacious hall in the middle of the top floor, where our whole family holds our grand celebrations; we call it the "Hall of Joy." The other four elevators lead to the four main bedroom areas, one... The elevator leads to a private guest room area reserved for my mother's family. Although they don't particularly enjoy living in this almost isolated mansion, they come here every year to stay for a month or two and enjoy family time with us. There's another elevator leading to my grandparents' bedroom; another to my parents' bedroom; and the one I'm standing in front of leads to my and my three sisters' bedroom area.

Seeing the elevator's upward indicator, I couldn't help but smile knowingly. Without a doubt, my mother must be looking for me, because my two older sisters and younger sister went out today, and I'm the only one she can find coming up this elevator.

I smiled and pressed the up button, waiting for the elevator to reach my third-floor apartment.

The elevator arrived quickly, and as soon as the doors opened, I saw my mother standing inside, her belly bulging. Randy was squatting at her feet, sticking out his long tongue.

I greeted my mother and hurried into the elevator. My mother smiled and opened her arms; because her belly was so large, I could only lean forward and give her a light hug. The elevator doors closed behind me, and the elevator continued its ascent.

My mother's eyes were filled with spring, and she smiled with boundless delight as she asked me, "Did you miss Mommy, my baby?"

I knelt down in front of my mother, put my left hand behind her, and hugged her large, full, and round buttocks. I pressed my face against my mother's big belly, listening to the strong heartbeats of my twin daughters coming from inside. My right hand gently stroked it, feeling the rhythm of my two daughters inside.

I looked up at my mother with boundless tenderness and said, "Of course, I miss you so much, Mom!"

My mother smiled and said, "You're just trying to make your mother happy. I only left you for an hour for a walk, what's there to miss?"

"Of course I miss you, Mom. Even if you're only gone for a second, I'll miss you terribly." My right hand continued to gently stroke my mother's big belly, while my left hand began to knead my mother's plump buttocks, as I spoke to my mother.

My mother gently stroked my hair and said softly, "Baby, Mommy loves you!"

"Mom, I love you too!" I looked up at my mother, our deep affection and lingering gazes intertwined, inseparable.

The elevator stopped at the top floor. I stood up and helped my mother out of the elevator. Randy wagged his tail and followed behind my mother and me.

When my mother and I entered my bedroom, Linda, with her beautiful long, purplish-red hair, was changing the sheets, her youthful and beautiful body naked.

Linda just turned eighteen this year. She has a slender figure, with a pair of full, firm breasts and a round, firm butt. Like her forty-one-year-old mother, Catherine, she is one of my personal maids. Before I went to the gym, I had just had passionate sex with my mother and the two of them. After my mother went for a walk, I had another round with them.

Seeing my mother and me enter, Linda greeted us with a radiant smile, saying, "Madam, Young Master Jeff, the sheets have been changed."

I didn't see Katharine and was a little surprised, asking, "Where's Katharine?"

"My mother's in the bathroom, she'll be out soon," Linda replied, her face flushed and a shy smile on her face. Clearly, she remembered the passionate sex I'd had with my mother and her daughter not long ago.

A thought suddenly struck me: "Linda, call Mrs. Mason, her mother, and her daughter up. I'm going to have a good time today."

Linda agreed, went to the side, picked up our family's internal telephone mounted on the wall, and called Mrs. Mason, the housekeeper of our "pleasure hall."

Mrs. Laura Mawson was a 48-year-old Black woman. Her husband, Cole Mawson, was 50 and managed the stables for our family. She had a 71-year-old father-in-law, Matthew Mawson, and a 73-year-old mother-in-law, Jane Mawson. She had three sons, Mark, George, and Danny, and a 20-year-old daughter, Joan. Mawson and Danny had a 13-year-old daughter, Isna. Mark, George, and Joan each had a son. However, Isna and Mark's 16-year-old son, Mark Jr., and George's 15-year-old son, Kay, were Laura's incestuous children with her sons. Joan's 7-year-old son, Cole Jr., was born to her and her father, Cole. All twelve members of this four-generation family lived and worked in our home.

From Matthew and Jane's youth, this family of Black men had been working for my grandfather, serving as our sex slaves and toys. When Laura and Cole's children were teenagers, my grandfather and father added them to their family's incestuous relationship, resulting in incestuous children between mother and son, and father and daughter. However, I was just born then and couldn't witness the lewd scenes firsthand, which is a bit of a regret. But now I can witness forty-eight-year-old Laura giving birth to an incestuous child for her grandson, who is also her son, Mark, and personally having my mother bear incestuous children for me.

Mom laughed and said to me, "Honey, can you handle it?"

Before I could answer, Randy was already barking behind us, as if to say, "No problem."

I laughed and said, "Listen, Mom, Randy has already answered you for me, 'No problem.'" After saying that, Mom and I both laughed.

Just as I helped Mom to the bedside, and we sat intimately side by side on the edge of the bed, Katharine walked out of the bathroom completely naked. Upon seeing my mother and me, she greeted us gently, "Madam, Young Master Jeff."

Although Katharine had a very good relationship with my mother and me, often sharing a bed, and my mother and I treated her mother differently, as if they were family, she insisted on calling me "Young Master Jeff" except during intimate moments with me. Although I had told her many times to just call me Jeff, she, with her somewhat conservative 16th-century mindset, refused to change her way of addressing me, and Linda also continued to call me "Young Master Jeff."

I had no choice but to let her call me that.

Forty-one-year-old Catherine had bright red hair, unlike her daughter's, and captivating green eyes just like hers. She was of medium height, slightly plump, with larger, more prominent breasts than her daughter and a full, round bottom. Long, thick, bright red pubic hair grew on her slightly protruding lower abdomen, spreading down to between her two snow-white thighs, almost completely covering her genitals. She was exactly the kind of typical middle-aged woman I admired, like my mother.

The mother and Katharine had a very good relationship. Upon seeing Katharine, the mother said, "Katharine, what's Jeff up to now? He's already been messing around with the three of us for hours, and now he wants Mrs. Morsen and a few other women from her family to come and join in the fun. Doesn't he care about his health?!"

Kathleen walked towards us with a smile, saying, "Madam, you're too concerned about Young Master Jeff. You know very well how capable he is. He could handle any number of us women, let alone a few."

I put my arm around my mother's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Mom, did you hear that? Even Kathleen knows you care about me too much. You don't need to worry about me not being able to take it anymore!"

My mother couldn't stand the tickling sensation on her ear and quickly pushed me away, giggling, "No, it tickles!"

I reached out and gently rubbed my mother's left breast, and she immediately let out a soft moan.

Kathleen knelt in front of me, reaching out to grab my erect penis through my shorts.

As she pulled down my only piece of clothing, my shorts, leaving me completely naked, I unbuttoned my mother's pale pink maternity dress and pulled it off her shoulders.

My mother wasn't wearing a bra, and once her maternity dress was down, her large breasts, swollen from pregnancy, were fully exposed. On her snow-white, swollen breasts, the two originally deep red, now erect, round and large nipples had turned purplish-red due to pregnancy, and the equally purplish-red, round areolas protruded from her soft, smooth breasts.

I lowered my head, opened my mouth, and gently sucked on my mother's large left nipple, which was closest to me, occasionally teasing and tugging at it with my nimble tongue. At the same time, my left hand gently kneaded and rubbed my mother's right breast, while my right hand reached behind her and inside her large maternity panties to rub her plump buttocks. My mother hugged me tightly, moaning and panting.

Kathleen grabbed my hard, thick penis and stroked it a couple of times, then opened her mouth and took my huge, ferocious glans into her mouth, sucking and licking it. At the same time, she was still stroking the shaft of my penis with one hand, while rubbing and kneading my two large testicles with the other.

Linda finished her phone call and turned around to see this scene. She quickly walked over, squatted down in front of me, and without saying a word, snatched my two large testicles from her mother's hands. She immediately took one into her mouth and began to suck and lick it, while she held the other in her hand and rubbed and kneaded it. Unlike Linda, who seemed slightly shy after the storm, she put her other hand under my buttocks and inserted a finger into my anus, fiddling with it.

I rubbed my mother's large buttocks for a while, then, finding the position inconvenient, I spat out my mother's large nipple and made her take off her maternity dress and large underwear completely, and get onto the bed.

After taking off her maternity dress and underwear, my mother was completely naked, just like me, Katharine, and Linda.

My eyes looked down at my mother.

She had wavy, light golden hair, soft and glossy, neither too long nor too short, just a little over three inches behind her shoulders, roughly at the top of her breasts. The most captivating feature of my mother's elegant and gentle face was her pair of large, expressive, sapphire-blue eyes, which always seemed to speak volumes when she looked at me, filled with a deep, ocean-like affection. My mother's skin was fair and radiant, and below her rounded shoulders were a pair of proud, large, full, snow-white breasts. Further down was her protruding, round belly, swollen with the weight of my two eight-month-old twin daughters. At the point where the rounded bulge of her belly almost ended, thick, pale golden pubic hair extended down to between her two snow-white thighs, covering the entrance to my life—my mother's beautiful, enchanting vulva.

I left Kathleen and Linda, gently stroking my mother's body as I helped her, whose movements were somewhat hindered and slowed by her eight-month pregnancy with twin daughters, onto the bed. I laid her down in the center of my large bed, big enough to fit ten people.

I knelt between my mother's legs, gently parting them, and called Kathleen and Linda to join me.

I had Kathleen lie on her back beneath my mother's parted legs so that I could insert my large penis into her mouth and have her suck and lick it while I leaned over to observe, kiss, and caress my mother's genitals. Then Linda straddled her mother, serving me from behind, licking my scrotum and anus with abandon. Then, even though I'd seen it countless times, knowing almost every pubic hair and every fold, I still lowered my head, bringing my face close to my mother's genitals, carefully observing the beautiful area between her parted thighs. My mother's beautiful genitals never tired of being looked at.

Between my mother's two snow-white thighs, her vulva bulged high, with two-inch-long pale golden pubic hairs growing on her thick, fleshy labia majora. The fine, curly pubic hairs extended all the way to the area around my mother's wrinkled, pink anus, like a pipa player half-concealing her face, partially obscuring her vulva and anus.

Already aroused, my mother's labia majora parted slightly, revealing a faintly visible crimson opening and the clitoris and labia minora peeking out. Her entire vulva was wet with the vaginal fluids secreted inside, even the surrounding pubic hair was slightly damp, and its color appeared a little darker than the pubic hair on the high mons pubis.

I gently parted my mother's two engorged and erect labia minora, which were exposed outside the labia majora, allowing her vulva to open completely, thoroughly revealing all the beautiful secrets hidden within.

Below my mother's open vulva was the slightly ajar entrance to her vagina, which, glistening with vaginal fluids, appeared even more alluring and unfathomably deep. Above the opening of my mother's vagina, there was another small opening—the opening of her urethra. Looking at her urethra, I couldn't help but imagine that small opening fully open, gushing out pale yellow urine. This caused my penis to grow even more erect inside Kathleen's mouth.

Further up, at the junction of my mother's two erect labia minora, her small clitoris was already engorged and erect, peeking out from its foreskin, looking alluring and captivating in the moisture of her vaginal fluids. I couldn't resist gently touching my mother's clitoris with my thumb, watching it twitch slightly under my touch.

When my finger touched her clitoris, her body trembled involuntarily, her snow-white, plump thighs quivered, and a glistening stream of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina. I couldn't resist taking it to my mouth, sucking and licking at the entrance of her vagina, savoring the slightly fishy-salty vaginal fluid.

As I licked my mother's vagina, her full, soft thighs closed tightly around my head, and she couldn't help but let out seductive moans. After

licking her vaginal opening for a while, I felt unsatisfied, so I gently parted her thighs and lifted my head from her vulva. Then I extended my index finger and gently rubbed it around her urethra.

Mom couldn't help but giggle, and said to me, slightly out of breath, "Jeff...no...don't...you're making me want to pee!"

While continuing to rub Mom's urethra with my index finger, I used my other hand to stroke her snow-white, full, soft, and smooth buttocks, excitedly asking, "Mom, do you really need to pee?"

Whether from flushing or embarrassment, Mom's face was red as she said, "Yes, I really do. I haven't been to the bathroom since last night, and this morning you made me so thirsty, I drank a lot of water, and now you've made me want to pee!"

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