The wounds of the times

This is my story, my family's story.

But I don't know how to begin.

Perhaps I should start from the beginning, guiding you through my entire experience, letting you understand in detail what happened, how it unfolded, and how it ended.

I don't know if I did anything wrong; I really don't know.

Maybe I really did make a mistake, but what was right? I don't know.

But I think since it has already happened, it's necessary for me to tell the whole story, and let others judge right and wrong.

First, I think it's necessary for me to tell you some background about my family.

My family has only three members: me, my mother, and my grandmother.

We are exactly fifteen years apart in age, but it doesn't feel like a big age difference; it's how we address each other that creates the distance between us.

My grandmother is of French descent; her parents settled in the United States before she was born.

My grandmother's life was incredibly difficult. When she was six, both her parents passed away, leaving her alone in an orphanage.

As far back as I can remember, I rarely saw her smile. She was lonely and depressed, perhaps due to her unhappy childhood.

At fifteen, she was unfortunately seduced and lost her virginity, and soon after, she was abandoned. The perpetrator turned out to be a Chinese sailor.

Of course, this was only the beginning of her unfortunate life, and this unfortunate beginning led to her pregnancy.

Later, a wealthy family took pity on her and took her in, hiring her as a maid. They treated her very well, like their own daughter.

Grandma was a hardworking woman and well-liked by her employers (later I learned that this family had ulterior motives; they were after Grandma's youth and beauty and often made unreasonable demands on her at parties. Grandma not only had to deal with them but also endure their insults. Being alone with her young daughter, she could only bear it all). Eventually, they adopted her, making her a member of the family.

Fortunately, this wealthy family had no descendants of their own. After their death, Grandma, as their adopted daughter, inherited their entire fortune, which could be seen as some compensation for the past.

My mother was spoiled by Grandma from a young age, and Grandma's adoptive parents also adored her.

Strangely, my mother grew up in a sexually promiscuous family. As a child, she must have witnessed many lewd scenes and knew that many wonderful things could happen between men and women, yet she maintained her purity until she was fifteen.

At that unfortunate age, she was raped by a middle-aged scholar in a library, resulting in my birth. Poor me, I still don't know who my father is.

My mother and grandmother raised me together, but I wasn't fortunate enough to enjoy their doting love because they were very strict with me, demanding that I be independent and have my own opinions.

I love them very much, and they love me very much too.

Although their demands are strict, I don't resent them; I know they mean well.

So I was independent from a young age. Although I could ask them for anything I wanted and for help, I usually overcame all difficulties through my own efforts.

Until I was fifteen, my life was fulfilling and normal.

However, things always take unexpected turns.

As the saying goes, "A woman is in her prime at forty," and although my grandmother was forty-five, she didn't look old at all. On the contrary, she became more and more beautiful and charming, exuding the charm of a mature woman. She was the kind of woman who looked very cultured but also very alluring.

Perhaps it was because of her French heritage, but my grandmother had an innate romantic and elegant temperament. Although her expression was often melancholy, it added a sense of tranquility and refinement to her.

Grandma's hair was originally golden with a slight white tinge, but she liked to dye it however she pleased.

I've seen her dye it brown, black, and bright red, but my favorite was a reddish-brown that was closer to her natural color.

Grandma also loved washing her hair. I loved watching her languid look after washing it; her hair would curl into bunches that reached her shoulders, and her face would have a faint blush, making her look exceptionally charming.

Grandma liked to let her long hair hang down, cascading freely down her back.

She disliked tying her hair up or letting it fall haphazardly in front of her; she thought it was ridiculous. What

I loved most was running my fingers through Grandma's long hair, giving her the feeling of tying it into braids.

I often buried my head in Grandma's soft, long hair, inhaling its intoxicating fragrance.

Grandma also liked to toss her hair, letting the ends gently brush against my shoulders, my chest, my lower abdomen, and my genitals.

When Grandma held my enormous penis in her hand, she would always let her long hair fall, wrapping the strands around my thick penis, and then I couldn't resist pouncing on her… Of course, all of this happened later.

Grandma's facial features were soft, making her look somewhat frail, but her eyes were bright and piercing, as if they could see right through a person's very being.

When she stared at you, you would feel guilty and ashamed.

Her eyebrows were light, gently arched upwards, and slanted between her eyes.

When I kissed her neck and delicate little mouth, her petite, pert nose would slightly upturn, looking incredibly cute.

Grandma's lips were small and delicate, thin yet very sexy.

When you kissed or licked them, you could feel their softness and moisture, especially when you saw them holding your penis; you felt like you were dreaming.

Grandma's face was round, a stark contrast to Mom's, which was even more pronounced when you kissed them.

Grandma's neck was slender, with some wrinkles already visible, but her skin remained soft and smooth.

She said that the right amount of wrinkles helped her absorb my semen better.

If I rubbed my penis against her breasts, she would definitely let me ejaculate on her neck and chin, and then smear my semen all over her body.

Grandma's breasts weren't large, but they were very firm and elastic.

If we did breast sex, her breasts could just hold my penis.

Her nipples were bright red, not at all like an elderly woman's. Her areolas were the size of silver coins, with small nipples adorning them, looking very cute, making one want to open their mouth and bite them.

I loved to put Grandma's small nipples in my mouth, savoring them, feeling them slowly harden, and then a light milky fluid would flow out.

Grandma had a very well-proportioned figure, not very tall, but with very beautiful curves.

Her waist was slender and supple, her abdomen flat and smooth, and the years hadn't left any marks on her body.

Her hips were full but not large, and the muscles in her thighs were slightly loose, very soft to the touch, with a pleasant feel, though lacking elasticity.

Her vulva was very full; it was my paradise.

When I brought my face close, I could fully feel its warmth and moisture.

Grandma's vulva was covered with fine pubic hair, but the color of the hair was not uniform; it was golden around the entrance, turning gray closer to the entrance.

Sometimes, when Grandma and Mom were both ovulating, Grandma would clamp my penis between her legs, while Mom would stand behind Grandma and suck on my glans, swallowing everything I ejaculated.

Grandma's legs were somewhat thin but very long, and when she clamped them around me, I had no choice but to surrender.

Grandma's body was one of the two most beautiful bodies in the world in my opinion; of course, the other belonged to my mother, and that was a completely different story.

My mother was thirty years old, with a beautiful face. Although she was middle-aged (?), her body still maintained the posture of a young girl. She looked much younger than her actual age; if she said she was only twenty, no one would doubt it.

As I mentioned, my mother is of mixed Chinese and French descent, but leans more towards Chinese.

Her hair is jet black and shiny, hanging neatly over her shoulders.

Her face is round, like my grandmother's, but much fuller and more fleshy, with delicate, rosy skin—very cute; without close inspection, you'd definitely think she was Chinese.

I love kissing my mother's small mouth; her kisses are sweet and warm, with an indescribable, intoxicating quality.

When we make love, she and my grandmother would suck on my penis; they look somewhat similar, but their techniques are quite different.

My mother's figure also inherits the characteristics of Eastern women—petite and delicate, with soft lines, a size smaller than my grandmother, but the only exception is her breasts.

My mother's breasts, while not enormous, were exceptionally full, even larger than my grandmother's.

Her nipples were a lovely cherry red, adorning two firm mounds like two ripe cherries.

My mother's nipples were her erogenous zones; when I deliberately licked and sucked them, my mother would feel itchy all over and incessantly beg for my attention. My mother's lower abdomen was flat and broad, extremely elastic, and when I reached out and

touched it, I could feel the passion within her.

My mother liked to have breast sex with me, squeezing my large penis tightly between her full breasts and pressing hard. Finally, she would let me ejaculate on her lower abdomen, then spread it evenly on her body and breasts, and have my grandmother lick it clean, saying it would keep her skin smooth and elastic.

My mother's buttocks were pointed and perky, not particularly plump, but very fleshy. When they both knelt down and I slapped them with my palms, the sound from my mother's buttocks was much louder.

My mother's thighs had the firmness and fullness that young men were proud of; when her legs were together, there wasn't a single gap between them.

My mother's feet are small, cute, and incredibly dexterous.

You've probably never heard of or seen someone ejaculate using their feet, have you? My mother can.

She often clamps my penis between her feet and rubs it vigorously, as nimbly as a hand.

Oh, just thinking about it is enough to make me swell! Okay, I've given you a detailed description of my grandmother and mother's bodies and appearances. Whatever you think, I think that's enough.

Although it might sound a bit cheesy, they are much more beautiful in real life than I've described.

Enough chit-chat, let me tell you how we transformed from a conservative, reserved family into a wanton and promiscuous one.

If you can't handle it, go masturbate a few times, but don't try it like me.

All the mistakes (?) started when I was fifteen.

As usual, I went straight home after school without going anywhere else.

It was early spring, the air was fresh, the weather was pleasant, and the sky was a clear blue—a beautiful day, as usual.

On days like this, Grandma would usually be leisurely watering the flowers and weeding in the garden, or wandering around, breathing in the fresh air.

Mom would mostly be in her workshop mending and sewing, and when she was in a good mood, she would paint a few pictures. Although it was somewhat boring, it was enough to pass the time for a woman who had no worries about food and clothing.

But today seemed different; I didn't see anyone when I came in.

Grandma wasn't in the garden, and Mom wasn't in her usual workroom either; it was as if they'd both vanished at the same time.

The yard and garden were deserted. I went inside and searched every room downstairs, but couldn't find a soul.

I figured they'd probably gone to an exhibition or shopping again; this wasn't the first time this had happened.

I shrugged and went back to my room.

We lived in a three-story house; I lived on the top floor, which was like an attic, only much bigger.

My room occupied almost half the space on the top floor and was very spacious.

Of course, I specifically installed a new ladder that extends to the second floor so I can easily spot anyone coming up.

I have some toys, but not many; after all, I'm not a child anymore.

I subscribe to some sports magazines, mainly about basketball. I love sports, especially basketball, so there are some exercise equipment and a few basketballs in my room.

Overall, I haven't disappointed my grandma and mom; their strict upbringing was correct.

I basically have no bad habits, I get excellent grades at school, and I'm quite good at sports.

Compared to those precocious boys these days, I never read pornographic comics, read adult books, or watch porn—those utterly boring things.

In short, I'm a good kid inside and out.

I went up to the second floor and headed towards the ladder leading to my room.

The ladder was at the end of the hallway, and I had to pass Grandma's room first.

Grandma's room was on the left side of the staircase, while Mom's room was on the right. This sometimes caused me inconvenience because I would sometimes stay up late watching sports on TV, and to avoid waking them, I had to tiptoe past their rooms. I knew exactly which plank of the second-floor floor would creak when I stepped on it, and which wouldn't.

There was a small gap in Grandma's room, and as I passed through, I heard some strange noises coming from inside.

You might be thinking, "It's just another peeping incident. It's such a cliché. Almost every incest story starts with peeping. Can't we come up with something new?" I can only apologize, because this is the truth. I also want something new, but this is how it really started. I can't fabricate a beginning I didn't experience.

I was a little curious, so I quietly opened the door a crack and peeked inside. The scene before me completely stunned me.

My mother was lying on the bed, legs wide open, and my grandmother was on top of her, in a 69 position. My grandmother's face was facing my mother's vulva. I couldn't see my mother's face, but I figured she must be in the same situation as my grandmother.

I instinctively closed the door, leaving only a tiny crack so I could just see what was happening inside.

I couldn't believe my usually dignified and proper grandmother and mother would do such a thing. In my memory, they always avoided talking about sex, and when they did, they would only touch on it briefly. They never revealed their views on sex to me. But I knew that my mother hated men ever since she was raped. So, over the years, although many men had pursued her, she had always been dismissive. Coupled with their strict upbringing, this also made me serious about sex. I rarely had girlfriends at school, let alone had any sexual experience.

But what I saw before me truly shocked me. My reason told me I should quietly close the door, go back to my room, and pretend nothing had happened. But my body wouldn't obey; my eyes were glued to my grandmother and mother's naked bodies, and my hand involuntarily reached for my pants.

As a young man full of vigor, although I wasn't usually very attentive to sex, there were always many casual classmates, and through what I'd seen and heard, I'd learned quite a bit.

I knew that grabbing my genitals and rubbing them vigorously could bring me pleasure; sometimes I'd seen several classmates do it in class, and they said it felt great.

I unzipped my pants, reached inside my shorts, and touched another, honest part of myself. It had somehow "grown" up, warm and throbbing to the touch.

In the room, Grandma and Mom were just licking each other's vaginas, clearly having only just begun, but both seemed very happy.

Grandma and Mom were usually quite talkative, or rather, gossipy, when they were happy, but now they were unusually quiet, not uttering a word, silently licking each other's bulging clefts.

My genitals continued to swell, so large I could barely hold them in my hand, making my underwear bulge.

I felt uneasy about my untimely impulse. I secretly condemned myself for peeping at Grandma and Mom's secret, but subconsciously I longed to keep watching. I even felt a kind of immoral pleasure.

Oh, how depraved I had become! (II) Mom bent her knees, braced her feet on the bed, and lifted her body. Grandma released Mom's vulva and instead attacked Mom's toes, sucking them gently.

Mom stopped writhing and began to caress herself with her fingers.

She reached out a hand and placed it on her vulva, spreading her thick labia with her thumb and middle finger.

Grandma saw this, but only gave Mom an understanding smile, continuing to suckle Mom's plump toes.

Mom slowly inserted her index finger into her spread vulva, then vigorously thrust, stirred, and dug, emitting sexy and alluring moans that made my heart flutter outside the door, as if it were about to jump out.

Mom masturbated for a while before withdrawing her finger and bringing it to her lips; her finger was already covered in a clear, viscous liquid.

Mom glanced at Grandma sideways, letting out a few cloying hums, as if reminding Grandma, then she stuck out her tongue and gently licked her love-lubricated index finger with the tip of her tongue, her face full of ecstasy.

She put her index finger in her mouth, deliberately making a "tsk tsk" sucking sound, her tongue constantly swirling inside.

Grandma couldn't resist releasing Mom's toes, turning around to face her, and then meeting her gaze at Mom's sexy little mouth.

Grandma's tongue slid into Mom's mouth, cleaning the grime off her index finger. I only saw two tongues swirling inside Mom's mouth, but the "tsk tsk" sound stimulated my ears, making every pore on my body contract sharply.

It turned out that the pairing of two women was so exciting and interesting.

Grandma was clearly much more experienced; while her mouth was intertwined with Mom's, her hands also began to move.

Her hands slid over her mother's full breasts, down her flat stomach, and finally to her mother's wet vulva.

Her mother's long, black hair fell across her face and chest, covered in the sweat and vaginal fluids of the two of them, entwining with the tongue that her grandmother was licking her body and lips.

Her grandmother withdrew the fingers her mother had been holding in her mouth and guided them into her own vulva, stirring them vigorously to coat them with her own sticky vaginal fluids. She then sucked on them or smeared them on her breasts and vigorously rubbed them.

Grandma's lips touched Mom's already erect breasts, her tongue circling the base of her breasts, constantly stimulating her body.

The circles grew smaller and smaller until the tip of her tongue touched Mom's cherry-red nipple. Then Grandma used the tip of her tongue to lick Mom's erect nipple back and forth.

Soon, Grandma's licking speed slowed down until finally, Grandma's mouth completely enveloped Mom's breast, and she began to suckle Mom's already very sensitive breast forcefully, while her fingers slid into Mom's vagina, thrusting in and out forcefully.

My mother moaned excitedly, her head swaying from side to side, her buttocks thrusting upwards repeatedly, rubbing against the fingers that my grandmother

had inserted into her vagina. The naked, lewd scene before me gave me a tremendous stimulation; I couldn't move my body at all, and I had forgotten to rub my own hard penis, only gripping it tightly with my hand, pinching it hard... Just as my mother's body began to tremble violently with excitement, my grandmother suddenly stopped sucking on my mother's breast, raised her head, reached into a drawer by the bed, and took out a rod-shaped object. I looked at it closely; it looked exactly like my own male genitalia, but it seemed smaller, though very long.

Grandma held it in her hand and took something else out of the drawer, but I couldn't see what it was; it looked like a bottle.

I watched as Grandma poured something from the bottle onto her hand and then smeared it on the dildo. I guessed it was some kind of lubricant.

The thought of Grandma inserting this lifeless thing into Mom's tender vagina filled me with excitement, but then a picture flashed through my mind: this lifeless thing suddenly replaced by my thick, hard penis, thrusting fiercely into Mom's alluring vagina.

I was startled by this sudden, lewd thought, but before any guilt could arise, a lewd pleasure surged within me.

Oh, if that were the case, I'd die happy! This intense feeling of betraying morality and ethics spurred me on. I felt a surge of heat in my genitals and unconsciously ejaculated hot semen into my pants.

The dildo was thin and long, a full size smaller than mine.

Grandma held one end with one hand, and with the other, she spread open Mom's wet, throbbing vulva, then gently inserted the other end of the dildo into Mom's vagina.

Only then did I realize my hands were sticky, covered in slippery fluid; I knew I had ejaculated.

I wanted to leave, but my body wouldn't obey me. I had never seen anything like this before. For a mere fifteen-year-old, these things were too early, too stimulating.

I didn't know what they would do next. I figured I'd find out anyway when I grew up, so it was better to know sooner rather than later.

I comforted myself with that thought and continued watching.

Grandma slowly inserted the entire dildo into Mom's wet vagina. Mom groaned softly, telling Grandma it hurt a little. I thought Mom's vagina must be very narrow; even something so small hurt. I wondered how she would react if my extra-large penis were inserted.

Oh, how could I think like that! Am I becoming bad?! Grandma comforted Mom while slowly moving the dildo in and out.

Mom closed her eyes, but the expression on her face told me she felt good.

Grandma was thrusting the dildo into Mom's vagina, and Mom was moaning incessantly, her hips swaying from side to side, her vagina constantly leaking fluid. Watching this from outside the door, I felt incredibly aroused; I really wanted to push open the door, rush in, and hug Mom and fondle her.

After a few minutes of thrusting, Grandma stood up, straddled Mom, spread her legs, and used one hand to pry open her vagina, then sat down directly onto the other end of the dildo that was still inside Mom.

I almost gasped out from outside the door; the scene was far too erotic and stimulating.

"Grandma's so clever!" I exclaimed.

Grandma's body rose and fell, her face quickly flushing a rosy hue; clearly, this movement brought her great pleasure.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, heavy breathing came from her nose, and her lower body heaved forcefully. Looking at Mom, she was doing the same as Grandma, her body twisting even more wildly, her hands pressing and squeezing her full breasts, her buttocks thrusting upwards with all her might.

The two women twisted wildly like this, and Grandma leaned down and kissed Mom's lips; their tongues immediately intertwined passionately.

My mother's hand reached down to my grandmother's buttocks, gripping her two plump, white buttocks tightly and pressing her forcefully against her own body. Their lower bodies collided violently, producing a loud "thump-thump" sound of flesh colliding, and their moans grew increasingly frenzied.

I knew their climax was approaching, and it was also time for me to leave.

I had seen something I shouldn't have seen—my grandmother and mother's secret.

I had inadvertently peeked into their privacy, and if they looked towards the door now, they would surely see these eyes, burning with lust, behind it.

I couldn't imagine the consequences of being discovered, so I chose to avoid it.

I quietly closed the door and, feeling dizzy, went back to my own room.

That night, I masturbated for the first time in my life, ejaculating three times. My mind kept replaying images of my grandmother and mother's snow-white, intertwined bodies.

I figured my mother and grandmother hadn't noticed me peeping at them, because I'd always been a good child and wouldn't do anything I shouldn't. If they had, they would have scolded me angrily.

It happened on Wednesday, but until Saturday, the only thing I did every night was imagine my mother and grandmother's beautiful bodies, frantically rubbing my increasingly thick penis, and then spraying my hot semen everywhere.

I felt like I had suddenly discovered the greatest pleasure in life, and I was addicted to it.

I started buying large quantities of pornography, especially incestuous content.

I began to have inappropriate thoughts about my mother and grandmother, and started plotting how to take their bodies.

I now truly regret not having the courage to push open the door and barge in. If I had, perhaps I would have gotten what I wanted—it's a plot from many erotic novels.

But I knew I didn't dare, even with the door wide open.

The deeply ingrained mother-son and elder-relative relationship, along with the traditional moral education of society, formed a natural and insurmountable barrier for me. Although it seemed so readily available, I never had the courage to break through this paper-thin membrane.

However, upon reflection, I realize that my mother and grandmother's relationship has a long history; I just hadn't noticed it before, or perhaps I wasn't mature enough. Now, looking at their daily interactions with a fresh perspective, I discover many things worth reflecting on.

They've always been very close (I initially thought it was just a mother-daughter bond, and it seems that's indeed the case), and they often spend time alone together, sometimes even sleeping together, but I never imagined there was another layer of meaning.

It seems I've been incredibly slow to realize this.

I find myself increasingly afraid to face my mother and grandmother. I keep condemning my unhealthy thoughts, but my desire for their bodies grows stronger every day. I know this is wrong, but I can't control my mind from thinking about these things.

Although I didn't want to face them, I still had to see them every day; the three meals a day were unavoidable.

It was the weekend, and when I got up for breakfast, I noticed my mother was dressed in her finest attire. I remembered her habit of going to the flea market on weekends.

I knew that although our family was quite wealthy, my mother always liked to buy secondhand items. Every weekend, she would go to the nearby flea market to look for antiques and trinkets that caught her eye, and she would stay there all day, not returning until evening.

I was truly afraid to see my mother now; I wished I didn't have to see her all day.

My grandmother always dressed elegantly and gracefully.

Today, she wore a very elegant black dress, zipped up from the back.

She wore a pair of black stockings that perfectly accentuated the beautiful curves of her legs.

Unlike my mother, my grandmother wore makeup, but it was very light, almost invisible even upon close inspection. She looked incredibly vibrant, exuding the charm of a mature woman.

Actually, I was already used to this kind of attire; I knew my grandmother went out to social events on weekends, so her clothing would differ from her usual style. But I thought her outfit today was particularly striking, almost stunning.

I knew perfectly well that this unusual feeling stemmed from my abnormal state of mind these past few days. I also knew that I would definitely have to "fire" (a euphemism for masturbation) when I got back to my room, otherwise I would feel terrible all day.

Who's coming today? Is it the French ambassador? I asked casually, trying to hide my inner impulse.

Grandma managed to suppress the smile that was already spreading across her face and said, "No, child.

There's just an art exhibition in town, and I'd like to go see it."

"Young man, if you're interested, why don't you go with Grandma?" "Ignore him, Mom."

My mother chimed in. "He doesn't understand; he only knows how to eat."

The conversation was interrupted. My mother's words were downright insulting; she had never spoken to me so directly before.

I ate my food in silence, ignoring my mother and grandmother. Grandma gave my mother a reproachful look, and my mother, realizing she'd gone too far, quickly finished her breakfast, gave me a plea for compensation on the lips, left me bewildered, and went off to shop at the market without looking back.

After Grandma finished eating, she invited me to go to the art exhibition with her again, but I declined.

Grandma didn't insist, and left after clearing away the dishes.

I wandered around aimlessly for a while, then went back to my room to finish my homework.

Although I'd been stimulated today and really wanted to ejaculate immediately, I insisted on finishing my homework because I knew it would enhance my pleasure; the more I restrained myself, the more I'd ejaculate.

I had just closed my book, pushed my chair away from the desk, and unzipped my pants. Before I could even pull out my already hard penis, I heard someone calling my name.

I quickly zipped it up and went downstairs to the second floor. I saw Grandma's door open, and her voice was coming from inside, calling my name repeatedly.

I went over and saw her standing in front of the mirror. "

I need your help, child, my zipper is stuck."

Grandma said, "It's urgent, I can't wait until I get back.

You wouldn't believe how popular that art exhibition has been these days, honey, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and unzip my pants!"

Of course, I had helped my grandma and mom with their zippers many times before, but back then my heart was pure and I had no dirty thoughts at all.

However, ever since I saw them hugging and embracing naked, my feelings have changed. I try my best to avoid touching their bodies, because I don't trust my hands. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and will do something inappropriate.

"Hmm—hmm, can't you really unzip it yourself, Grandma?" Grandma turned around, touched my forehead with the back of her hand, and said with some doubt, "Child, what's wrong? Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell?" "Why are you talking nonsense?

Don't you think, if I could unzip it myself, why would I have called you here?" I thought so too.

I walked behind Grandma, standing very close, so close that I could barely unzip the back of her pants.

I could feel the warmth emanating from Grandma, mixed with a faint, mature woman's fragrance, assaulting my olfactory nerves. My mind instantly became confused, and my penis involuntarily hardened, pushing the front of my pants high.

In a daze, I gripped the zipper and instinctively pulled it down—time seemed to stand still. The sound of the zipper sliding slowly reached my ears, and I deliberately pulled very slowly.

I told Grandma the zipper was hard to open, but my eyes were glued to Grandma's snow-white, smooth body as the zipper gradually unzipped.

With each pull of my fingers, Grandma's beautiful back was revealed, more and more. Grandma's skin was incredibly white. Because I was so close, I could clearly see that although Grandma was forty-five years old, she was very well-maintained. Her skin was still delicate, with clear lines, and her back was very smooth with soft curves. Especially the faint warmth emanating from her skin warmed my palms, making me even more mesmerized.

The zipper opened wider and wider, gradually revealing Grandma's shoulders. Her slender neck, accentuated by her bare back, looked incredibly alluring, tempting me to bite into her snow-white, pink neck.

The zipper opened even wider, completely exposing Grandma's thin shoulders to my lustful gaze. My tongue throbbed; I longed to lean in and lick them hard, then gently caress them with my hands.

Finally, the zipper was fully extended, revealing the symmetry of Grandma's body through her straight spine. The curve where her hips met her buttocks formed a deep arc, like a valley, making me want to bury my face in it, to smell, lick, bite, rub, and so on.

I stood there, completely absorbed in my wicked and lewd fantasies.

I don't know how long I stood there, my hands gripping the zipper tightly. "

Is it over?" Grandma asked, turning her head slightly.

I was even more confused, my eyes only following Grandma's slightly trembling earlobes.

"Oh, not...not yet."

I subconsciously replied casually, but under my surprised gaze, my hand slid to Grandma's shoulder and pulled her clothes apart.

Oh, I swear my brain never gave such a command! Darling!! What are you doing!!?? Grandma exclaimed.

I stammered, unable to utter a word.

(III) But once again, my lips defied my mind's will, gently pressing against Grandma's smooth, soft shoulder. My tongue involuntarily traced the graceful curves of her back, roaming back and forth across her smooth, warm skin.

Grandma trembled, trying to turn around, but my hands gripped her upper arms tightly, preventing her from moving an inch.

Oh, my good grandson, if you really want to seduce your grandma, you should at least kiss me first… I suddenly snapped back to reality.

Oh, what have I done! My filthy hands have defiled Grandma—my mother's mother's pure shoulder! I, this bastard, have done something immoral to my own grandmother! I must be insane! Grandma will definitely tell Mom, and Mom will be furious. She'll kick me out of the house… and then I… My mind went blank again.

Oh no, wait, I think I heard Grandma say something strange. What was it? I can't remember. It didn't seem like anything bad.

What did you say, Grandma? I asked stupidly.

I mean, if you really want to sleep with your grandma, now's the perfect time, baby! But you should at least kiss your grandma first and see how she feels.

You mean—haven't you noticed all the care and attention Grandma gives you? Silly girl.

I often put my clean underwear on top of yours. I think you'll notice, won't you, baby? I'm so clueless! I silently cursed myself for being such a fool. I'd seen this all the time, but I'd never paid any attention, always assuming Grandma had misplaced the item. Turns out she was hinting at something. If I were more perceptive, I would have realized it long ago and wouldn't have had to waste so many attempts.

But, I think, you know, Grandma, you—I know you're thinking your 'old' grandma is too old and doesn't know where she's going.

But you need to know that up until now, nothing you've done has escaped Grandma's eyes.

I suddenly remembered the day I'd secretly watched.

There really wasn't anything…not even…not even that day…I…I…not just on Wednesday…Grandma interrupted me, "Sit down, child.

Before jumping into your arms, Grandma has something to tell you."

I sat down on Grandma's bed with her. I had already unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her beautiful shoulders, but Grandma made no attempt to pull them back up, nor did she avoid my wandering eyes. "

You know, your mother and I are very close, but guess how many times I've dated men?" She smiled slyly (but I knew she hadn't dated men, at least not since I was old enough to understand). "

I despise men, I hate men! Ever since your grandfather left his dirty sperm inside me, I've hated all men. I vowed never to let another man touch me again. Then, after your mother was born, I became even more worried that men would defile her pure body.

But sometimes, things really are beyond our control."

You may have heard some things about my adoptive parents—the previous landlords here. They weren't bad people, just a bit perverted. They often forced me to do things I didn't want to do. My adoptive father liked to watch people have sex. He always made his wife and me do it together while he watched. Sometimes he would even call some friends to help… She paused, then continued: I never tell your mother about her father. I'm worried it will have a bad influence on her. I don't want her to hate men her whole life… Grandma's voice suddenly stopped. Her eyes were fixed on my shorts. Due to a long period of lack of care, the bulge there had slowly subsided.

She quickly kicked off her shoes, lifted her feet, and pressed them against my bulge, rubbing back and forth with her soles. Soon, my penis became hard again.

I simply pulled out my penis so she could more easily rub it.

Grandma's feet were very nimble; through her stockings, I could feel her warm soles completely pressed against my erect penis, the back-and-forth rubbing feeling was wonderful.

But, unfortunately, it still happened; neither of us could avoid it.

Your mother is pregnant, but, like me, she has begun to hate men.

And then, guess what we wanted to do? You'd never guess, we both wanted to have another daughter, and then when she turned fifteen, we'd try to get her pregnant again, and then make her hate men too.

We both hoped this would become our family tradition.

But things didn't go as planned, and you were born.

As she spoke, her eyes turned to my genitals.

Now, young man, you're fifteen years old, and I don't think you can escape the constraints of this tradition.

Your mother and I both hope you can get either of us pregnant again, and you must hate other women besides your mother and me.

I want you to continue this tradition, and your children will be no exception.

I stammered, "You mean you and Mom both want to... have sex with me... with me? Of course, either me or your mom, until either of us gets pregnant.

But isn't that incest? And the child born that way will be deformed or some other monster.

Isn't incest great? I know you must think it's exciting, right? As for the child, the first generation usually won't have any problems. By the time problems arise, I think human geneticists should have already found a solution."

However, I suddenly became confused again.

If Grandma and Mom want to have sex with me, why are they so strict with me? Actually, if they just gave me some hints, I definitely wouldn't be able to resist.

I voiced my doubts.

Grandma tapped me on the head.

Fool, would a woman bring this up first? Besides, we're really conflicted.

On one hand, we want you to join us, but on the other hand, we don't want you to end up like us.

We're your elders, and we want you to grow up healthy.

That's why we've always been strict with you—it's for your own good.

If you hadn't taken the initiative, Grandma and Mom wouldn't have tried to seduce you, and you would have lived a normal life.

Now, you've chosen us.

It's your own choice, and of course, we're very happy.

I suddenly get excited. I'm talking to my grandmother right now, discussing our upcoming forbidden sex, and the result must be having a child.

Then I thought, if it's a boy, he'll have sex with Grandma and Mom, and if it's a girl, then naturally it'll be my turn to have sex with her. And so it goes, and a whole bunch of kids will be born. Then… Grandma's feet stopped my wild thoughts, because my penis was already hard and red from Grandma's rubbing.

I simply couldn't believe it. Grandma, I think we must be crazy, this is insane! We'll definitely be punished, but right now I just want to have sex with Grandma. Grandma, let's start! I looked up at Grandma; she was quickly taking off her clothes. Her stockings were on the floor; I didn't know when she took them off, but that didn't matter anymore. I only knew I was seeking stimulation; I needed both physical and mental stimulation.

The world before me was completely upside down and chaotic; morality and ethics had long been cast aside.

I was about to trample on these so-called morals and ethics; I was going to have sex with my own grandmother, and I was going to make her pregnant with my child! When I regained some clarity, my grandmother was completely naked, her snow-white, full body radiating an alluring glow. She straddled me.

Oh, this was the first woman to sit naked on me, and most amazingly, she was my grandmother, my own grandmother! My grandmother's vulva was already soaking wet, hot, lustful fluids dripping continuously, her opening directly facing my vigorous, erect penis.

Child, you know very well that this is incest, but do you really not want this? Think about it, this is the dream of many men.

You'll have two women who completely obey you, satisfying your every whim as your sex slaves, and maybe a third, if you can give us a daughter.

Our love—me, your mother, and you—don't you find this incestuous love exciting? Isn't that what you've always wanted? Good grandson, huh? Grandma's words made my penis swell rapidly, thrusting straight into her vagina.

Oh, you like it! I know, I can see it.

Do you want to have sex with Grandma? Do you want to have sex with Mom? You're excited when you see me having sex with your mother, aren't you? Join us, child! Plug your big cock into Grandma's slutty cunt! Quick, child! Grandma kept teasing me with lewd words. Just when I was about to lose my patience, her body suddenly sank down. Before I could even understand what was happening, my thick, hard penis was already swallowed by Grandma's hot, fleshy hole.

Oh...this feeling...oh...oh...Grandma...so good...oh...oh...I want it to be like this forever, Grandma, can we be like this forever? Grandma's buttocks began to rotate forcefully: Of course, good boy, as long as you like it, Grandma will always be wrapped around you like this.

Her buttocks swayed more and more violently, making me feel like my soul was about to leave my body. The black stripe below her body kept appearing before my eyes with her tumbling body, stimulating my lust.

My buttocks also began to thrust upwards, resisting Grandma's frantically twisting body.

Grandma bent down and put her breast into my mouth. I instinctively bit down on it and sucked hard.

Grandma's appearance at this moment was completely different from her usual dignified demeanor. Not only did she actively seduce her grandson, but she also straddled him, tightly gripping his penis with her hot vagina, while her body swayed lasciviously, enjoying the pleasure brought by the intense friction between his penis and her vaginal walls.

She also kept saying lewd things in my ear, further stimulating my lust.

This is the bed your mother and her mother use to make love. Your mother and your grandmother lick each other's vulvas with their tongues, insert their fingers into each other's vulvas, and knead their clitoris together... Grandma's buttocks are shaking so violently that I, a novice, am no match for her. I can't hold back anymore; I think I'm going to ejaculate.

I want to tell Grandma, but my mouth is stuffed with her full breasts, and I can't utter a single word. I can only mumble incoherently, but the experienced Grandma quickly understands.

Oh, right, ejaculate inside Grandma! Ejaculate inside! On this bed where your mother and I lie, your mother and I are both thinking of you, waiting for you to shoot your hot semen into our wanton cunts, waiting for you, you naughty son, you naughty grandson, to fill our empty wombs with your lewd semen! Oh, baby, shoot it out! Shoot it into Grandma's cunt! I couldn't hold back anymore, Grandma's vagina kept contracting, squeezing my penis, I thrust hard a few times, and finally I ejaculated, shooting all the hot, thick semen that I had suppressed for so long into Grandma's womb.

Grandma hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting incredibly tightly, preventing a single drop of my semen from leaking out. "

Oh, my good boy, my sweet grandson, your semen is wonderful, it feels so good, so full of Grandma's flower. Grandma will definitely get pregnant, my good boy!" "Grandma, you won't… Oh, child, don't worry."

Grandma seemed to see through my concerns. "I know what you're thinking, you little rascal. Don't worry, Grandma will always be yours, even after I have your child.

But once isn't enough, Grandma wants to do it with you many more times."

Grandma will teach my good grandson how to please a woman. From now on, you'll have sex with me and your mother every day, and you'll shoot all your semen into our cunts, understand, baby? We just stayed like that, cuddling each other, whiling away the whole afternoon.

I wanted to do it with Grandma a few more times, but she refused. She told me to save my strength because I still had to deal with my mother.

Mom came back at three o'clock in the afternoon, much earlier than usual, and went straight to her room to take a shower.

We usually have dinner at four o'clock in the afternoon, so I went upstairs after I figured Mom was done showering.

The door to Mom's bedroom was ajar, and Mom and Grandma were lying together on the bed.

This time, it was Mom's turn to straddle Grandma, and they weren't using a dildo; their genitals were simply pressed together, rubbing vigorously.

Mom was on top, her body twisting up and down, her lower body pressed tightly against Grandma's. One could imagine how erotic and stimulating it was to see the plump genitals of two beautiful women rubbing together.

Mom and Grandma rubbed against each other for a while. Mom's body trembled violently; she seemed very sensitive, and I knew she was about to climax.

Then Grandma whispered to Mom, "Your good son came to me today."

Mom's hips writhed even more. "

He ejaculated a lot, all of it went into my uterus.

Also, I told him everything. Now he only wants to have sex with his own mother, hehe, he wants to have sex with his own mother.

I'll help you, my good daughter, we'll deal with him together."

Mom was clearly extremely stimulated; her body trembled violently, her lower body grinding wildly, and she soon collapsed onto Grandma.

Grandma turned her head towards the door; she'd clearly spotted me early on. What a sly old fox; nothing could be hidden from her.

She gestured for me to leave, so I closed the door.

Dinner proceeded quietly; no one spoke, but a tense atmosphere hung in the air.

Grandma didn't mention a word about what had happened that day, and I didn't say anything either.

Of course, I didn't need to worry; these two grown women in the family would naturally handle everything, and I had no need to interfere.

The evening passed peacefully until ten o'clock, when I started to feel uneasy.

I looked at Grandma and saw her gesture to me, clearly to reassure me.

I fidgeted, waiting and waiting, but they didn't make a move. What was wrong with them? I noticed Grandma gesturing to me frequently, so I went back to my room to sleep.

I turned off the light and lay in bed for half an hour, but no one came upstairs. Just as I was about to go downstairs to see what was going on, I heard someone climbing up.

The footsteps grew closer, and I stared wide-eyed at the door. There, I saw a petite figure appear before me.

Although the room was dark, the moonlight streaming in through the window was like mercury, making everything clearly visible.

Judging from the silhouette, it was my mother. A surge of excitement welled up inside me.

My mother was wearing a light green nightgown—or rather, not exactly a nightgown, because it seemed to be invisible. Through it, I could see my mother's beautiful, naked body swaying shyly under the transparent covering.

My mother came to me, sat down, and snuggled up to me. "

Do you really want your mother, son?" My mother's voice trembled slightly. "

Oh, Mom, I love you, I miss you, I miss you so much, yes, I want you, your son really needs you!" (IV) My mother's clothes slipped down silently, and her hand slid to my waist. Of course, I wasn't wearing anything underneath; in fact, I've liked sleeping naked for the past few years.

My mother's hands were warm and soft. When our skin touched, my mother's hands trembled slightly, but she didn't stop. Her hand slid down and grabbed my already erect penis, and then she began to vigorously move it up and down.

I grasped my mother's hand, and then she leaned down, our lips met, and the pent-up passion erupted like a volcano.

My mother's lips were soft and moist, her breath carrying a sweet, intoxicating fragrance.

Her tongue slipped inside, and I responded passionately to her love; our tongues intertwined intensely.

I held her smooth, soft tongue in my mouth, sucking hard, desperately swallowing her sweet saliva.

Oh, my mother's kiss, that sweet kiss, haunts my dreams to this day.

My mother released my penis, took my hand, and guided it to her vulva.

My mother's vulva was already a little wet, and the opening was warm. The tentacles were extremely soft and furry, and felt very comfortable to touch. I started to rub my mother's vulva without any urging from my mother.

My fingers slipped into my mother's vagina. Just as I imagined, my mother's vagina was quite narrow. As soon as my fingers were inserted, they were tightly surrounded by the soft and hot flesh.

I pumped my fingers vigorously, moving in and out of my mother's narrow passage.

My mother was very aroused; her body swayed gently with my thrusts, and she let out low moans. Her vagina secreted a slippery fluid that clung to my fingers, making it easier to move in and out.

She didn't neglect me either; while passionately kissing me, she grabbed my thick penis and began to stroke it vigorously.

Her breathing was heavy, her hot breath constantly hitting my face, eyes, nose, and ears, making me dizzy.

She whispered in my ear: "You know what? My good son, Mom is going to teach you how to make love with women, how to make two middle-aged women completely submissive. But tonight, we're just enjoying ourselves."

My mother sealed my lips with hers again, and only then did I truly understand the wonder of a kiss.

Her smooth, soft tongue slipped into my mouth, passionately intertwining with mine, its tip licking and moving against the walls of my mouth. I couldn't help myself; I could only passionately suck on her soft, cotton-candy-like tongue.

My mother glanced at my genitals, her eyes wide with surprise. I knew I was completely erect, and my lower abdomen was covered in her vaginal fluids, my genitals slick and wet.

My mother chuckled: "Looks like we'll both need to take a shower later."

Like my grandmother, my mother straddled me. Bathed in the moonlight, her naked body seemed shrouded in a soft silver veil, her contours clearly defined: soft curves, firm breasts, a slender waist, and round, full hips.

Oh, I couldn't resist! My mother's body was absolutely mesmerizing! Under the moonlight, her skin appeared smooth and supple, as if coated with a layer of cream. When her hands caressed her son's body, her smooth skin would ripple like a pool of spring water, shimmering in the moonlight.

My mother's hands caressed her breasts, twisting and pulling her nipples forcefully. My heart stirred, and I reached out, wanting to join her.

But she pushed my hand away. "

Don't move, child. Just watch Mommy's performance.

Tonight, all you have to do is ejaculate inside Mommy, and tomorrow I'll set you completely free."

I could only suppress my rising desire and quietly watch my mother pleasure herself.

My mother's body swayed incessantly as she kneaded me, her hands kneading her full breasts like dough. Her head swayed from side to side, her long, flowing hair flying everywhere. Bathed in the moonlight, she resembled a siren emerging from a forest bath—a scene both eerie and lewd, suddenly stimulating my senses.

Her hand slid down and grasped my penis. With each rise and fall of her body, my glans was constantly enveloped by something soft. The contact was brief, but it gave me a powerful stimulation. I guessed it must be my mother's vulva.

I remembered when my grandmother and I made love, she never reached orgasm; I was only concerned with my own pleasure.

Now, Mom clearly doesn't have much confidence in me either, so she masturbates first to stimulate her body so she can ejaculate with me.

Thinking about this, I feel a little frustrated, but I know my own limitations. I don't have much experience. Although I have the drive of a young man, I don't know how to control my ejaculation time.

Actually, just thinking about inserting my big cock into my mom's alluring little hole gives me the urge to ejaculate. At this point, if my mom gives me even the slightest stimulation, I guarantee I'll immediately surrender.

My mom's body is heaving more and more wildly, her hand gripping my penis tighter and tighter, her body is visibly trembling.

Oh... baby... come on... oh... oh... fulfill your dream... ah... ah... insert your big cock... into... mommy's cunt... mommy's cunt is open for her own son... oh... oh... oh... hurry... hurry and fuck your own mother! …Oh…oh…shoot inside Mommy…make Mommy pregnant…give…give your own son a big, healthy baby boy…oh…oh…oh…oh…yes…Mommy…likes her son shooting inside her…shoot…shoot into Mommy…oh…oh…oh…Mommy feels so uncomfortable…ah…oh…oh…good son…Mommy’s flower is so itchy…itchy…oh…oh…oh…faster…child…faster give it to Mommy Your big cock… hurry… put it in… oh… oh… Mommy likes having her son fuck her cunt… ooh… oh… oh… hurry, put it in… good son… dear son… shoot for Mommy… hurry… shoot for Mommy… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… I couldn’t hold back any longer. As soon as Mommy gave the command, my cock was already pressed against Mommy’s dripping cunt.

I thrust hard inside, and my entire cock was immediately all the way in, completely inserted into Mommy’s hot little hole.

My mother's vagina was incredibly tight. If it hadn't been so lubricated, and with my forceful thrusting, penetration would have been extremely difficult. But this tightness gave me immense stimulation. The intense friction between my large, thick body and her tight vaginal walls provided an indescribable pleasure.

However, my mother was in trouble. She screamed and collapsed onto me, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat from the pain. She clung tightly to me, repeatedly saying, "It hurts! Be gentle! You little rascal, you're hurting me so much!"

I immediately stopped thrusting and looked at my mother with a guilty expression.

After resting for a while, my mother bit my earlobe and said with a giggle: Silly son, how could my mother really blame you? She wanted to praise you before it was too late.

What woman doesn't like to be fucked by an extra-large babe? I didn’t expect that my little son has such a lot of money. Mom likes it so much. Don’t be stupid. Come on, move quickly. Mom is fine. Mommy’s bottom is so itchy. My dear son, please relieve mommy’s itching! I mustered up the courage and moved forward again.

My mother's pussy was hot, and the surrounding flesh was so tight that it scraped my cock, making me feel very comfortable going in and out.

I began to thrust vigorously, each stroke incredibly powerful. My mother, on top of me, rose and fell violently, her buttocks swaying wildly from side to side. My breathing grew increasingly rapid, and I couldn't help but cry out. "

Oh...oh...Mom...son...I can't take it anymore...oh...Mom...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum inside you!" My mother quickly increased the speed of her thrusts, crying out, "Great, good boy, cum all inside Mommy, oh...Mommy's going to cum too, child, let's come together...oh...oh...oh..." My semen, full of vitality and passion, gushed out in an instant, hitting my mother's tightly contracted vaginal opening hard.

My mother's body trembled uncontrollably, her vagina contracting violently. It was as if a powerful suction force deep within her was drawing in every last drop of my semen.

My penis spasmed incessantly, desperately releasing all of itself until it completely filled my mother's uterus before finally going limp.

My mother held me tightly, her convulsing vagina gradually calming down, but still tightly enveloping my now-soft penis, which had radiated all its desire.

My mother lay on top of me, her face pressed against my broad chest.

After a long while, my mother finally let out a long sigh and said, "So comfortable!" Mom never imagined that making love with her son would bring such an intense orgasm. "My child, you've grown up. You can give Mom all the happiness she needs. Mom is so lucky to have given birth to such a wonderful son."

We held each other, whispering sweet nothings, planning our future, and then we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day was Sunday. I slept in late, not waking up until 11 a.m., feeling incredibly refreshed and full of energy. The passion of the night before still flowed through me.

I looked at the pillow; Mom was gone, but the warm scent of her body lingered in the blankets.

I went downstairs to the dining room for breakfast. Passing the living room, I stopped. Pillows were scattered all over the floor, sheets were strewn haphazardly, and lying side-by-side on the floor were two listless beauties—my mother and grandmother.

"Hey, you little lazybones, get up!"

We two thirsty ladies couldn't wait to get started.

Grandma looked at me with a half-smile.

"Yes, child, if you don't come soon, Mommy will have to lick your grandma's pussy all by herself."

My mother chuckled, her two plump breasts trembling, making me swallow hard. "

Uh—Mom, Grandma, I think I should take a shower first; I'm too dirty."

I remembered what my mother had said yesterday; she had told me to take a shower.

They exchanged a knowing smile. "

Don't worry, baby.

We won't lick your body today, but your grandma and I have agreed to work together to deal with you, my poor child. Don't think you can get away with this easily today,"

Mom said.

I was overjoyed and said gleefully, "I'm not afraid of either of you coming at me together. You'd better not be so lenient then."

Grandma gave a mischievous smile and said, "Silly boy, why don't you move your little bottom over here? Grandma can't wait."

I lay down next to Grandma, admiring her beautiful face. Mom started to act too. She parted Grandma's legs, brought her face close, and licked Grandma's vulva with her tongue, but her eyes were on me, signaling me to join her in playing with Grandma.

I lowered my head, snuggled up to my mother, and pressed my face against hers, rubbing against her as I licked my grandmother's vulva with my tongue.

Grandma moaned, and we licked even more vigorously. My mother and I intertwined our tongues, inserting them into Grandma's already wet opening, playing together inside, while vigorously sucking on Grandma's and each other's saliva.

My mother let my tongue penetrate deeper, attacking the depths of Grandma's vagina, while she focused on licking Grandma's protruding clitoris.

Grandma's reaction was intense. I knew she hadn't ejaculated during our lovemaking, and now I finally saw her in a disheveled state. With Mom and I working together, Grandma's body trembled violently. Her vagina was incredibly hot, practically in turmoil, with vaginal fluid gushing out incessantly.

I worked even harder, stirring my tongue back and forth inside her vagina. Grandma's body shuddered violently, and a gush of hot vaginal fluid erupted, splashing onto my unsuspecting face and mouth. I licked the fluid clinging to my lips; it was salty and slightly astringent.

Mom encouraged me, urging me to quickly insert my penis into Grandma's vagina, saying that this would bring her to an even greater orgasm.

Without a word, I raised my already throbbing penis and thrust it forcefully into Grandma's constantly flowing, wet vagina, inserting the entire length of my penis.

Grandma's vagina was clearly much wider than Mom's, and my entry was effortless. However, Grandma's vagina still tightly enveloped my penis, a warm and comfortable feeling enveloping my body. I began to thrust vigorously.

Mom turned around, bringing her vulva in front of Grandma, letting Grandma lick her vulva.

My mother took my hand and placed it on her full breasts, telling me to rub them vigorously. She also told me not to thrust too hard, or I would ejaculate too easily.

She wanted me to control the speed of my thrusts, to have a rhythm, so I could last longer.

I tried different rhythms, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes taking a long time to go all the way in. I even tried shallow thrusts followed by sudden, forceful thrusts.

Grandma was babbling incoherently under my varied thrusting techniques, her buttocks thrusting wildly upwards to meet my movements, her vagina constantly flowing with hot, lustful fluid.

I gradually mastered the rhythm of my thrusts, becoming more and more adept, and could leisurely manipulate Grandma.

I looked up and saw that my mother's face was flushed red, and her genitals were rubbing against my grandmother's face, showing how desperately she was craving sex.

I pulled out my penis, pulled my mother's body closer, and inserted my thick penis into my mother's wet vagina. The tight feeling immediately enveloped my penis.

I thrust hard, and my grandmother, feeling a sudden emptiness below, became even more desperately craving sex. She had just said she wouldn't lick my body, but now she couldn't resist bringing her face close to my genitals and licking the part where my mother and I were joined with her tongue.

With each withdrawal, my grandmother's tongue would eagerly wrap around my penis.

My mother hugged me tightly, her full, bulging breasts pressed against my chest, grinding against me forcefully. Her lower body actively responded to my movements, her moans growing louder and louder.

My grandmother, unable to bear it any longer, arched her buttocks, pressing her long-neglected vulva against my penis, rubbing it vigorously, begging me to satisfy her.

I had no choice but to insert my fingers into my grandmother's warm, wet vagina, thrusting in and out forcefully, letting her relieve her craving first.

My mother leaned back on the bed, pulling me down onto her. Grandma switched places with her, so Grandma was on top and Mom was on the bottom. Grandma brought her itchy vulva to Mom's mouth, letting Mom lick and suck it, while I continued thrusting into Mom's tight vulva. We

continued thrusting like this for a while, then I pushed Grandma down onto the bed, so the two women lay side-by-side. Then, I took turns penetrating their vaginas.

I got closer and closer to ejaculation.

Mom and Grandma's vaginas were flowing with more and more fluid; each thrust brought out a large amount of vaginal fluid, which swelled up on their lower abdomens.

I couldn't hold back anymore, but I didn't know who to ejaculate into, so I just went wherever I could.

After several rapid thrusts, my penis finally ejaculated. This time, I didn't ejaculate inside my mother and grandmother's vaginas, but instead released my thick semen all over their lower abdomens, vulvas, and faces. Then I lay on my back beside them, panting heavily.

We lay like that for a long, long time, before my grandmother and mother got up and used their tongues to clean my body.

Under my mother's licking and sucking, I regained my energy, pulled my mother over, and made her doggy-style. Then I thrust hard into my mother's tight vagina again, quickly ejaculating inside her once more.

My grandmother, unwilling to give up, rubbed my penis against her wet vulva, making me stand up again, forcing me to satisfy her once more.

Afterwards, Grandma and Mom licked all the filth off me, and then they cleaned each other up.

Afterwards, we went to the bathroom together for a good, long shower.

Of course, unable to resist Grandma and Mom's advances in the bathroom, I ejaculated again, feeling quite content.

In fact, for the next two months, I lived a life of pure bliss.

Mom and Grandma took turns serving me every day, using their mature bodies to please their son or grandson. My skills improved, and combined with my natural endowments, I often drove Grandma and Mom to the brink of ecstasy, making them beg for mercy.

We've experimented with anal sex, tried threesomes, and played with all sorts of sex toys—basically, we've tried almost everything we could think of.

Two months later, the inevitable happened.

That day, I came home from school, and Grandma and Mom were sitting on the sofa, fully clothed, unlike usual when they were naked in their rooms waiting for me.

I sat down beside them and looked at them.

After these two months of my diligent care, Grandma and Mom had become even more alluring, radiant and exuding a mature feminine charm.

Grandma spoke first. "

Darling, do you remember two months ago when you stayed overnight at your friend's house? Someone stayed at our house that night."

I don't remember anything like that. I looked at my mother.

She nodded and said, "You must have seen him. He's a good friend of ours."

I was even more confused. I didn't remember ever staying out overnight. Two months ago, I was a model child. How could I have stayed out all night? Seeing my embarrassment, Grandma and Mom laughed. "

Oh, you did stay out overnight, honey. Let me remind you

," Mom said with a sly smile. "That night, a man stayed at our house. You happened to be out, and we didn't tell you.

That man slept with both your mother and grandma. Of course, we wouldn't tell everyone; it's a shameful thing."

Grandma added, "But unfortunately, that man got us both pregnant, can you believe it? One man with two women, and they both got pregnant. The doctors said it was a miracle, but it's absolutely true."

I suddenly understood. Mom and Grandma were pregnant; they needed an excuse to cover up our incestuous relationship and the resulting child.

The next few months were truly astonishing. We were extremely cautious with our sex life, always enjoying ourselves as a trio.

When they started breastfeeding, I was the first to experience it. The feeling of drinking Mom and Grandma's milk again after growing up was truly unique.

Every night, they would push me down, squeeze their swollen breasts, and ejaculate milk onto me, which we would then all lick together.

I would then ejaculate onto them, and they would swallow the mixture.

I don't know if I should call them twins; they were born on the same day, at the same time.

Suddenly, I became a father, with two lovely daughters.

Both daughters were very lively and adorable, looking very much like their mother. I could imagine that they would grow up to be two great beauties.

When I held them, I even felt sexually aroused.

I would put my fingers to their little mouths, and they would immediately suck on them, sucking so tightly, much more skillfully than their mother.

When I stroked their adorable little slits, they would dance with joy, opening their cute little hands to hug my arm and giggling.

My mother, grandmother, and I decided that when they turned fifteen, we would bring them into our family tradition, making them truly members of our incestuous family.

But until then, I promised not to touch them; I needed to wait.

Imagining myself in bed with my two young and lovely daughters fifteen years from now, perhaps with my mother and grandmother indulging in unrestrained pleasure, I couldn't help but feel excited.

But I must endure, this endurance is necessary, though it will only last fifteen short years, and will soon pass.

Fifteen years later, I will release all the pent-up desire I've suppressed for fifteen years into the virgin vaginas of my two daughters, and they will bear me several more children. What a lewd scene that will be then! I cannot imagine.

I now have hope; I have a goal for the next fifteen years. Isn't that what life is about? The future, the future I envision, is just around the corner.

This is my story, the story of my family.

But I don't know how to begin.

Perhaps I should start from the beginning, guiding you through my entire journey, letting you understand in detail how things happened, developed, and ended.

I don't know if I did anything wrong; I truly don't know.

Perhaps I was truly wrong, but what is right? I don't know.

But I think since it has already happened, I still need to tell you the whole story, and let others judge right and wrong.

First, I think I need to tell you some background about my family.

My family has only three members: me, my mother, and my grandmother.

We are exactly fifteen years apart in age, but it doesn't feel like there's a big age difference; it's how we address each other that creates the distance between us. My

grandmother is of French descent; her parents settled in the United States before she was born.

My grandmother's life was quite difficult. When she was six, her parents passed away one after another, leaving her alone in an orphanage.

As far as I can remember, I've rarely seen my grandmother smile. She was very lonely and depressed, which may be related to her unhappy childhood.

At the age of fifteen, she was unfortunately seduced and lost her virginity, and soon after, she was abandoned. The perpetrator turned out to be a Chinese sailor.

Of course, this was only the beginning of her unfortunate life, and this unfortunate beginning led to her pregnancy.

Later, a wealthy family took pity on her and took her in, hiring her as a maid. They treated her very well, like their own daughter.

Grandma was a hardworking woman and well-liked by her employers (later I learned that this family had ulterior motives; they were after Grandma's youth and beauty and often made unreasonable demands on her at parties. Grandma not only had to deal with them but also endure their insults. Being alone with her young daughter, she could only bear it all). Eventually, they adopted her, making her a member of the family.

Fortunately, this wealthy family had no descendants of their own. After their death, Grandma, as their adopted daughter, inherited their entire fortune, which could be seen as some compensation for the past.

My mother was spoiled by Grandma from a young age, and Grandma's adoptive parents also adored her.

Strangely, my mother grew up in a sexually promiscuous family. As a child, she must have witnessed many lewd scenes and knew that many wonderful things could happen between men and women, yet she maintained her purity until she was fifteen.

At that unfortunate age, she was raped by a middle-aged scholar in a library, resulting in my birth. Poor me, I still don't know who my father is.

My mother and grandmother raised me together, but I wasn't fortunate enough to enjoy their doting love because they were very strict with me, demanding that I be independent and have my own opinions.

I love them very much, and they love me very much too.

Although their demands are strict, I don't resent them; I know they mean well.

So I was independent from a young age. Although I could ask them for anything I wanted and for help, I usually overcame all difficulties through my own efforts.

Until I was fifteen, my life was fulfilling and normal.

However, things always take unexpected turns.

As the saying goes, "A woman is in her prime at forty," and although my grandmother was forty-five, she didn't look old at all. On the contrary, she became more and more beautiful and charming, exuding the charm of a mature woman. She was the kind of woman who looked very cultured but also very alluring.

Perhaps it was because of her French heritage, but my grandmother had an innate romantic and elegant temperament. Although her expression was often melancholy, it added a sense of tranquility and refinement to her.

Grandma's hair was originally golden with a slight white tinge, but she liked to dye it however she pleased.

I've seen her dye it brown, black, and bright red, but my favorite was a reddish-brown that was closer to her natural color.

Grandma also loved washing her hair. I loved watching her languid look after washing it; her hair would curl into bunches that reached her shoulders, and her face would have a faint blush, making her look exceptionally charming.

Grandma liked to let her long hair hang down, cascading freely down her back.

She disliked tying her hair up or letting it fall haphazardly in front of her; she thought it was ridiculous. What

I loved most was running my fingers through Grandma's long hair, giving her the feeling of tying it into braids.

I often buried my head in Grandma's soft, long hair, inhaling its intoxicating fragrance.

Grandma also liked to toss her hair, letting the ends gently brush against my shoulders, my chest, my lower abdomen, and my genitals.

When Grandma held my enormous penis in her hand, she would always let her long hair fall, wrapping the strands around my thick penis, and then I couldn't resist pouncing on her… Of course, all of this happened later.

Grandma's facial features were soft, making her look somewhat frail, but her eyes were bright and piercing, as if they could see right through a person's very being.

When she stared at you, you would feel guilty and ashamed.

Her eyebrows were light, gently arched upwards, and slanted between her eyes.

When I kissed her neck and delicate little mouth, her petite, pert nose would slightly upturn, looking incredibly cute.

Grandma's lips were small and delicate, thin yet very sexy.

When you kissed or licked them, you could feel their softness and moisture, especially when you saw them holding your penis; you felt like you were dreaming.

Grandma's face was round, a stark contrast to Mom's, which was even more pronounced when you kissed them.

Grandma's neck was slender, with some wrinkles already visible, but her skin remained soft and smooth.

She said that the right amount of wrinkles helped her absorb my semen better.

If I rubbed my penis against her breasts, she would definitely let me ejaculate on her neck and chin, and then smear my semen all over her body.

Grandma's breasts weren't large, but they were very firm and elastic.

If we did breast sex, her breasts could just hold my penis.

Her nipples were bright red, not at all like an elderly woman's. Her areolas were the size of silver coins, with small nipples adorning them, looking very cute, making one want to open their mouth and bite them.

I loved to put Grandma's small nipples in my mouth, savoring them, feeling them slowly harden, and then a light milky fluid would flow out.

Grandma had a very well-proportioned figure, not very tall, but with very beautiful curves.

Her waist was slender and supple, her abdomen flat and smooth, and the years hadn't left any marks on her body.

Her hips were full but not large, and the muscles in her thighs were slightly loose, very soft to the touch, with a pleasant feel, but lacking elasticity.

Her vulva was very full; it was my paradise.

When I brought my face close, I could fully feel its warmth and moisture.

Grandma's vulva was covered with fine pubic hair, but the color of the hair was not uniform; it was golden around the entrance, turning gray closer to the entrance.

Sometimes, when Grandma and Mom were ovulating at the same time, Grandma would clamp my penis between her legs, while Mom would be behind Grandma, sucking on my glans and swallowing everything I ejaculated.

Grandma's legs were somewhat thin but very long. When she wrapped them around me, I had no choice but to surrender.

Grandma's body was one of the two most beautiful bodies in the world in my opinion; of course, the other belonged to my mother, which was a completely different story.

My mother was thirty years old, with a beautiful face. Although she was middle-aged (?), her body still maintained the posture of a young girl. She looked much younger than her actual age; if she said she was only twenty, no one would doubt it.

As I said, my mother was of mixed Chinese and French descent, but leaned more towards Chinese.

Her hair was jet black and shiny, hanging neatly over her shoulders.

Her face was round, like her grandmother's, but much fuller and more fleshy, with delicate, rosy skin—very cute. Without a closer look, you'd definitely think she was Chinese.

I loved kissing my mother's small mouth; her kisses were sweet and warm, with an indescribable, intoxicating quality.

When we made love, she and my grandmother would suck on my penis. They looked somewhat alike, but their techniques were quite different.

My mother's figure also inherited typical Eastern features: petite and delicate, with soft lines, a size smaller than my grandmother, except for her breasts.

While not enormous, they were exceptionally full, even larger than my grandmother's.

Her nipples were a lovely cherry pink, dotting two firm mounds like two ripe cherries.

My mother's nipples were her erogenous zones; when I deliberately licked and sucked them, her whole body would itch, and she would incessantly beg me for more. My mother's lower

abdomen was flat and wide, extremely elastic; when I reached out and touched it, I could feel the passion within her.

My mother liked to have breast sex with me, squeezing my large penis tightly between her full breasts and pressing hard. Finally, she would let me ejaculate on her lower abdomen, then spread it evenly on her body and breasts, and have my grandmother lick it clean, saying it would keep her skin smooth and elastic.

My mother's buttocks were pointed and perky, not particularly plump, but very fleshy. When they both knelt down and I slapped them with my palms, the sound from my mother's buttocks was much louder.

My mother's thighs had the firmness and fullness that young men were proud of; when her legs were together, there wasn't a single gap between them.

My mother's feet are small, cute, and incredibly dexterous.

You've probably never heard of or seen someone ejaculate using their feet, have you? My mother can.

She often clamps my penis between her feet and rubs it vigorously, as nimbly as a hand.

Oh, just thinking about it is enough to make me swell! Okay, I've given you a detailed description of my grandmother and mother's bodies and appearances. Whatever you think, I think that's enough.

Although it might sound a bit cheesy, they are much more beautiful in real life than I've described.

Enough chit-chat, let me tell you how we transformed from a conservative, reserved family into a wanton and promiscuous one.

If you can't handle it, go masturbate a few times, but don't try it like me.

All the mistakes (?) started when I was fifteen.

As usual, I went straight home after school without going anywhere else.

It was early spring, the air was fresh, the weather was pleasant, and the sky was a clear blue—a beautiful day, as usual.

On days like this, Grandma would usually be leisurely watering the flowers and weeding in the garden, or wandering around, breathing in the fresh air.

Mom would mostly be in her workshop mending and sewing, and when she was in a good mood, she would paint a few pictures. Although it was somewhat boring, it was enough to pass the time for a woman who had no worries about food and clothing.

But today seemed different; I didn't see anyone when I came in.

Grandma wasn't in the garden, and Mom wasn't in her usual workroom either; it was as if they'd both vanished at the same time.

The yard and garden were deserted. I went inside and searched every room downstairs, but couldn't find a soul.

I figured they'd probably gone to an exhibition or shopping again; this wasn't the first time this had happened.

I shrugged and went back to my room.

We lived in a three-story house; I lived on the top floor, which was like an attic, only much bigger.

My room occupied almost half the space on the top floor and was very spacious.

Of course, I specifically installed a new ladder that extends to the second floor so I can easily spot anyone coming up.

I have some toys, but not many; after all, I'm not a child anymore.

I subscribe to some sports magazines, mainly about basketball. I love sports, especially basketball, so there are some exercise equipment and a few basketballs in my room.

Overall, I haven't disappointed my grandma and mom; their strict upbringing was correct.

I basically have no bad habits, I get excellent grades at school, and I'm quite good at sports.

Compared to those precocious boys these days, I never read pornographic comics, read adult books, or watch porn—those utterly boring things.

In short, I'm a good kid inside and out.

I went up to the second floor and headed towards the ladder leading to my room.

The ladder was at the end of the hallway, and I had to pass Grandma's room first.

Grandma's room was on the left side of the staircase, while Mom's room was on the right. This sometimes caused me inconvenience because I would sometimes stay up late watching sports on TV, and to avoid waking them, I had to tiptoe past their rooms. I knew exactly which plank of the second-floor floor would creak when I stepped on it, and which wouldn't.

There was a small gap in Grandma's room, and as I passed through, I heard some strange noises coming from inside.

You might be thinking, "It's just another peeping incident. It's such a cliché. Almost every incest story starts with peeping. Can't we come up with something new?" I can only apologize, because this is the truth. I also want something new, but this is how it really started. I can't fabricate a beginning I didn't experience.

I was a little curious, so I quietly opened the door a crack and peeked inside. The scene before me completely stunned me.

My mother was lying on the bed, legs wide open, and my grandmother was on top of her, in a 69 position. My grandmother's face was facing my mother's vulva. I couldn't see my mother's face, but I figured she must be in the same situation as my grandmother.

I instinctively closed the door, leaving only a small gap so that I could just see what was happening inside.

I can't believe that my usually dignified and proper grandmother and mother would do such a thing. In my memory, my grandmother and mother always avoided talking about sex. When they did mention it, they would only touch on it briefly. They never revealed their views on sex to me. But I at least know that my mother hated men ever since she was raped. So, over the years, although many people have pursued my mother, she has always been dismissive. In addition, their strict education has made me serious about sex. I rarely had a girlfriend at school, let alone had any experience with sex.

But what I saw before me truly shocked me. My reason told me I should quietly close the door, go back to my room, and pretend nothing had happened. But my body wouldn't obey; my eyes were glued to my grandmother and mother's naked bodies, and my hand involuntarily reached for my pants.

As a young man full of vigor, although I wasn't usually very attentive to sex, there were always many casual classmates, and through what I'd seen and heard, I'd learned quite a bit.

I knew that grabbing my genitals and rubbing them vigorously could bring me pleasure; sometimes I'd seen several classmates do it in class, and they said it felt great.

I unzipped my pants, reached inside my shorts, and touched another, honest part of myself. It had somehow "grown" up, warm and throbbing to the touch.

In the room, Grandma and Mom were just licking each other's vaginas, clearly having only just begun, but both seemed very happy.

Grandma and Mom were usually quite talkative, or rather, gossipy, when they were happy, but now they were unusually quiet, not uttering a word, silently licking each other's bulging clefts.

My genitals continued to swell, so large I could barely hold them in my hand, making my underwear bulge.

I felt uneasy about my untimely impulse. I secretly condemned myself for peeping at Grandma and Mom's secret, but subconsciously I longed to keep watching. I even felt a kind of immoral pleasure.

Oh, how depraved I had become! (II) Mom bent her knees, braced her feet on the bed, and lifted her body. Grandma released Mom's vulva and instead attacked Mom's toes, sucking them gently.

Mom stopped writhing and began to caress herself with her fingers.

She reached out a hand and placed it on her vulva, spreading her thick labia with her thumb and middle finger.

Grandma saw this, but only gave Mom an understanding smile, continuing to suckle Mom's plump toes.

Mom slowly inserted her index finger into her spread vulva, then vigorously thrust, stirred, and dug, emitting sexy and alluring moans that made my heart flutter outside the door, as if it were about to jump out.

Mom masturbated for a while before withdrawing her finger and bringing it to her lips; her finger was already covered in a clear, viscous liquid.

Mom glanced at Grandma sideways, letting out a few cloying hums, as if reminding Grandma, then she stuck out her tongue and gently licked her love-lubricated index finger with the tip of her tongue, her face full of ecstasy.

She put her index finger in her mouth, deliberately making a "tsk tsk" sucking sound, her tongue constantly swirling inside.

Grandma couldn't resist releasing Mom's toes, turning around to face her, and then meeting her gaze at Mom's sexy little mouth.

Grandma's tongue slid into Mom's mouth, cleaning the grime off her index finger. I only saw two tongues swirling inside Mom's mouth, but the "tsk tsk" sound stimulated my ears, making every pore on my body contract sharply.

It turned out that the pairing of two women was so exciting and interesting.

Grandma was clearly much more experienced; while her mouth was intertwined with Mom's, her hands also began to move.

Her hands slid over her mother's full breasts, down her flat stomach, and finally to her mother's wet vulva.

Her mother's long, black hair fell across her face and chest, covered in the sweat and vaginal fluids of the two of them, entwining with the tongue that her grandmother was licking her body and lips.

Her grandmother withdrew the fingers her mother had been holding in her mouth and guided them into her own vulva, stirring them vigorously to coat them with her own sticky vaginal fluids. She then sucked on them or smeared them on her breasts and vigorously rubbed them.

Grandma's lips touched Mom's already erect breasts, her tongue circling the base of her breasts, constantly stimulating her body.

The circles grew smaller and smaller until the tip of her tongue touched Mom's cherry-red nipple. Then Grandma used the tip of her tongue to lick Mom's erect nipple back and forth.

Soon, Grandma's licking speed slowed down until finally, Grandma's mouth completely enveloped Mom's breast, and she began to suckle Mom's already very sensitive breast forcefully, while her fingers slid into Mom's vagina, thrusting in and out forcefully.

My mother moaned excitedly, her head swaying from side to side, her buttocks thrusting upwards repeatedly, rubbing against the fingers that my grandmother

had inserted into her vagina. The naked, lewd scene before me gave me a tremendous stimulation; I couldn't move my body at all, and I had forgotten to rub my own hard penis, only gripping it tightly with my hand, pinching it hard... Just as my mother's body began to tremble violently with excitement, my grandmother suddenly stopped sucking on my mother's breast, raised her head, reached into a drawer by the bed, and took out a rod-shaped object. I looked at it closely; it looked exactly like my own male genitalia, but it seemed smaller, though very long.

Grandma held it in her hand and took something else out of the drawer, but I couldn't see what it was; it looked like a bottle.

I watched as Grandma poured something from the bottle onto her hand and then smeared it on the dildo. I guessed it was some kind of lubricant.

The thought of Grandma inserting this lifeless thing into Mom's tender vagina filled me with excitement, but then a picture flashed through my mind: this lifeless thing suddenly replaced by my thick, hard penis, thrusting fiercely into Mom's alluring vagina.

I was startled by this sudden, lewd thought, but before any guilt could arise, a lewd pleasure surged within me.

Oh, if that were the case, I'd die happy! This intense feeling of betraying morality and ethics spurred me on. I felt a surge of heat in my genitals and unconsciously ejaculated hot semen into my pants.

The dildo was thin and long, a full size smaller than mine.

Grandma held one end with one hand, and with the other, she spread open Mom's wet, throbbing vulva, then gently inserted the other end of the dildo into Mom's vagina.

Only then did I realize my hands were sticky, covered in slippery fluid; I knew I had ejaculated.

I wanted to leave, but my body wouldn't obey me. I had never seen anything like this before. For a mere fifteen-year-old, these things were too early, too stimulating.

I didn't know what they would do next. I figured I'd find out anyway when I grew up, so it was better to know sooner rather than later.

I comforted myself with that thought and continued watching.

Grandma slowly inserted the entire dildo into Mom's wet vagina. Mom groaned softly, telling Grandma it hurt a little. I thought Mom's vagina must be very narrow; even something so small hurt. I wondered how she would react if my extra-large penis were inserted.

Oh, how could I think like that! Am I becoming bad?! Grandma comforted Mom while slowly moving the dildo in and out.

Mom closed her eyes, but the expression on her face told me she felt good.

Grandma was thrusting the dildo into Mom's vagina, and Mom was moaning incessantly, her hips swaying from side to side, her vagina constantly leaking fluid. Watching from outside the door, I felt incredibly aroused; I really wanted to push open the door, rush in, and hug Mom and fondle her.

After a few minutes of thrusting, Grandma stood up, straddled Mom, spread her legs, and used one hand to pry open her vagina, then sat down directly onto the other end of the dildo that was still inside Mom.

I almost gasped out from outside the door; the scene was too erotic and stimulating.

"Grandma's so clever!" I exclaimed.

Grandma's body rose and fell, her face quickly turning rosy; clearly, this action brought her great pleasure.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, heavy breathing came from her nose, and her lower body heaved violently. Looking at her mother, she saw that her body was writhing even more wildly, her hands kneading and squeezing her full breasts, her buttocks thrusting upwards with all her might.

The two women writhed wildly like this. Grandma leaned down and kissed Mom's lips, their tongues immediately intertwining passionately.

Mom's hands reached for Grandma's buttocks, gripping her two plump, white buttocks tightly, pressing them forcefully against her body. Their lower bodies collided violently, producing a loud 'thump-thump' sound of flesh colliding, and their moans grew increasingly frenzied.

I knew their climax was approaching, and it was time for me to leave.

I had seen something I shouldn't have seen—my grandmother and mother's secret.

I had inadvertently peeked into their privacy. If they looked towards the door now, they would surely see these eyes, burning with lust, behind it.

I couldn't imagine the consequences of being discovered, so I tried to avoid it.

I quietly closed the door and went back to my room, feeling dizzy.

That night, I masturbated for the first time in my life, ejaculating three times. My mind kept replaying images of my grandmother and mother's snow-white, intertwined bodies.

I thought my mother and grandmother probably hadn't noticed me peeping at them, because I've always been a good child and wouldn't do anything I shouldn't. If they had discovered me peeping, they would have scolded me angrily.

It happened on Wednesday, but until Saturday, the only thing I did every night was imagine my mother and grandmother's beautiful bodies, frantically rubbing my increasingly thick penis, and then spraying my hot semen everywhere.

It was as if I had suddenly discovered the greatest pleasure in life, and I indulged in it endlessly.

I started buying large quantities of pornography, especially incestuous stories.

I began fantasizing about my mother and grandmother, and started plotting how to possess their bodies.

I now truly regret not having the courage to push open the door and barge in; if I had, perhaps I would have gotten what I wanted—it's a scene from many pornographic novels.

But I knew I didn't dare, even with the door wide open.

The deeply ingrained mother-son and elder relationships, along with the traditional moral education of society, formed a natural and insurmountable barrier for me. Although it seemed within reach, I never had the courage to break through this paper-thin divide.

However, upon reflection, I realized that my mother and grandmother's relationship had a long history; I just hadn't noticed it before, or perhaps I hadn't grown up enough. Now, looking at my mother and grandmother's daily interactions with a new perspective, I discover many things worth reflecting on.

They were always very close (I originally thought it was just a mother-daughter bond, and it seems that's indeed the case), and they often spent time alone together, sometimes even sleeping together, but I never imagined there was another layer of meaning.

It seems I was truly slow to realize things.

I've found myself increasingly afraid to face my mother and grandmother. I keep condemning my unhealthy thoughts, but my desire for their bodies grows stronger every day. I know it's wrong, but I can't control my mind from thinking about these things.

Despite not wanting to face them, I still have to see them every day; the three meals a day are unavoidable.

This day was the weekend. I got up for breakfast and found my mother dressed up. I remembered her habit of going to the flea market on weekends.

I know our family is quite wealthy, but my mother always enjoys buying secondhand items. Every weekend, she goes to the nearby flea market to look for antiques and trinkets that catch her eye, and she stays there all day, not returning until evening.

I'm really afraid to see my mother now; I wish I didn't have to see her all day.

My grandmother always dresses elegantly and gracefully.

Today, she wore a very elegant black dress, zipped up from the back. She

wore black knee-high stockings that perfectly accentuated her beautiful leg curves.

Unlike my mother, my grandmother wears makeup, but it's very light; you can barely see it even if you look closely. However, she looks very energetic, exuding the charm of a mature woman.

Actually, I'm used to this kind of outfit. I know Grandma goes out to social events every weekend, so her attire is different from usual. But I think Grandma's outfit today is particularly striking, almost stunning.

I know very well that this feeling is due to my abnormal state of mind these past few days. I also know that I'll definitely have to "fire" (make a move) when I get back to my room, otherwise I'll feel uncomfortable all day. "

Is someone coming today? Is it the French ambassador?" I asked casually, trying to hide my inner impulse.

Grandma barely managed to suppress the smile that was already showing on her face and said, "No, child.

There's just an art exhibition in town, and I'd like to go see it."

"Young man, if you're interested, why don't you go with Grandma?" "Ignore him, Mom."

My mother chimed in, but he didn't understand; all he knew was eating.

The conversation was interrupted. My mother's words were downright insulting; she had never openly mocked me before.

I ate in silence, ignoring my mother and grandmother. My grandmother gave my mother a reproachful look, and my mother, realizing she had gone too far, quickly finished her breakfast, gave me a pleading kiss on the lips, left me bewildered, and went to shop at the market without looking back.

After finishing her meal, my grandmother again invited me to go to the art exhibition with her, but I declined.

She didn't insist, and left after clearing away the dishes.

I wandered around aimlessly for a while, then went back to my room to finish my homework.

Although I was aroused today and desperately wanted to ejaculate, I insisted on finishing my homework because I knew it would enhance my pleasure, and the more I restrained myself, the more I would ejaculate.

I had just closed my book, pushed my chair away from the desk, and unzipped my pants. Before I could even pull out my already hard penis, I heard someone calling my name.

I quickly zipped it up and went downstairs. I saw Grandma's door open, and her voice was coming from inside, calling my name repeatedly.

I went over and saw her standing in front of the mirror.

"I need your help, child, my zipper is stuck,"

Grandma said. "It's urgent; I can't wait until I get back."

You won't believe how popular that art exhibition has been these days, honey. What are you standing there for? Hurry up and unzip my zipper!

Of course, I had helped my grandma and mom with their zippers many times before, but back then my heart was pure, without any dirty thoughts.

However, ever since I saw them hugging and embracing naked, my feelings have changed. I try my best to avoid anything involving touching their bodies because I don't trust my hands. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and will do something inappropriate. "

Hmm—hmm, can't you really unzip it yourself, Grandma?" Grandma turned around, touched my forehead with the back of her hand, and said with some doubt, "Child, what's wrong? Why is your face so red? Are you feeling unwell? Why are you talking nonsense? Do

n't you think, if I could unzip it myself, why would I have called you here?" I thought so too.

I walked behind Grandma, standing very close, so close I could barely unzip her pants.

I could feel the warmth emanating from her, mixed with a faint, mature woman's scent, assaulting my senses. My mind went blank, and my penis involuntarily hardened, pushing the front of my pants high.

Dazed, I grabbed the zipper and instinctively pulled it down—time seemed to stand still. The sound of the zipper sliding slowly reached my ears; I deliberately pulled very, very slowly.

I told Grandma the zipper was hard to open, but my eyes were glued to the sight of her smooth, white flesh gradually revealed as the zipper unzipped.

As I pulled the zipper down, Grandma's beautiful back was gradually revealed, more and more of it. Grandma's skin was very white. Because I was so close, I could clearly see that although Grandma was already forty-five years old, she was very well-maintained. Her skin was still delicate, with clear lines, and her back was very smooth with soft curves. In particular, the faint warmth emanating from her skin warmed my palms, making me even more mesmerized.

The zipper was pulled open wider and wider, and gradually Grandma's shoulders were also revealed. Her slender neck looked particularly alluring against her bare back, making me want to take a bite of her snow-white and tender neck.

The zipper was opened wider, completely exposing Grandma's thin shoulders to my lustful gaze. My tongue throbbed, longing to lick them hard and then gently caress them with my hands.

Finally, the zipper was pulled all the way down, revealing the symmetry of Grandma's body through her straight spine. The curve where her hips met her buttocks formed a deep arc, like a valley, making me want to bury my face in it, smelling, licking, biting, rubbing, and so on.

I stood there, completely absorbed in my wicked and lewd fantasies.

I don't know how long I stood there, my hands gripping the zipper tightly. "

Is it over?" Grandma asked, turning her head slightly.

I became even more confused, my eyes following the slight trembling of Grandma's earlobes.

"Oh, not...not yet."

I instinctively gave a perfunctory reply, but under my startled gaze, my hand slid to Grandma's shoulder and parted her clothes to the sides.

Oh, I swear my brain never gave such an order! Darling!! What are you doing!!?? Grandma exclaimed.

I was speechless.

(III) But my lips once again defied my brain's will, gently pressing against Grandma's smooth, soft shoulder, my tongue involuntarily licking the graceful curve of her back, moving back and forth on her smooth, warm skin.

Grandma trembled, trying to turn around, but my hands gripped her upper arms tightly, preventing her from moving an inch.

Oh, my good grandson, if you really want to mess with your grandma, at least kiss me first… I snapped back to reality.

Oh, what have I done! My filthy hands have defiled Grandma—my mom's mom's pure shoulder! I'm such a bastard, doing something immoral to my own grandma! I must be going crazy! Grandma will definitely tell Mom, and then Mom will be furious, she'll kick me out of the house… and then I… My mind went blank again.

Oh no, wait, I think I heard Grandma say something strange, what was it? I can't remember, it didn't seem like anything bad.

What did you say, Grandma? I asked instinctively, dumbfounded.

I mean, if you really want to sleep with your grandma, now's the perfect time, baby! But you should at least kiss your grandma first and see how she feels.

You mean—haven't you noticed all the care and concern Grandma shows you? Silly girl.

I often put my clean underwear on top of yours, I think you'll notice, won't you, baby? I'm so oblivious! I cursed myself inwardly. I'd seen this all the time before, but never paid attention, thinking Grandma had just put it in the wrong place. Turns out she was hinting at something. If I were more perceptive, I would have realized it long ago and wouldn't have had to make so many missed attempts.

But, I think you know, Grandma, you—I know you think your 'old' grandma is too old and doesn't know what's going on.

But you should know that up until now, nothing you do has escaped Grandma's eyes.

I suddenly remembered the day I secretly watched her.

"Really, nothing... not even... not even that day... I... I... not just Wednesday," Grandma interrupted me. "Sit down, child.

Before jumping into your lap, Grandma has something to tell you."

I followed Grandma to her bed. I had already unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her beautiful shoulders, but Grandma made no attempt to pull them back up, nor did she avoid my wandering eyes. "

You know, your mother and I are very close, but guess how many times I've dated men?" She smiled slyly (but I knew she hadn't dated men, at least not since I was old enough to understand). "

I despise men, I hate men!" Ever since your grandfather left his dirty sperm inside me, I've hated all men. I was determined never to let another man touch me again. Later, after your mother was born, I became even more worried that a man would defile her pure body.

But sometimes, things really are beyond our control.

You may have heard some things about my adoptive parents—the previous landlords here. They weren't bad people, just a bit perverted. They often forced me to do things I didn't want to do. My adoptive father liked to watch people have sex. He always made his wife and me do it together while he watched. Sometimes he would even call some friends to help… She paused, then continued: I never tell your mother about her father. I'm worried it will have a bad influence on her. I don't want her to hate men her whole life… Grandma's voice suddenly stopped. Her eyes were fixed on my shorts. Due to a long period of lack of care, the bulge there had slowly subsided.

She quickly kicked off her shoes, lifted her feet, and pressed them against my bulge, rubbing back and forth with her soles. Soon, my penis became hard again.

I simply pulled out my penis so she could more easily rub it.

Grandma's feet were incredibly nimble; through her stockings, I could feel her warm soles completely pressed against my erect penis, the back-and-forth rubbing feeling was wonderful.

But, unfortunately, it happened; we couldn't avoid it.

Your mother became pregnant, but like me, she began to hate men.

And then, guess what we wanted to do? You'd never guess! We both wanted to have another daughter, and then, when she turned fifteen, we'd try to get her pregnant again, and make her hate men too.

We hoped this would become our family tradition.

But things didn't go as planned; you were born.

As she spoke, her eyes shifted to my genitals. "

Now, young man, you're fifteen now, and I don't think you can escape this tradition.

Your mother and I both want you to get either of us pregnant again, and you must hate other women besides your mother and me.

I want you to continue this tradition, and your children will be no exception."

I stammered, "You mean you and Mom both want to...and me...and have sex with me? Of course, me or your mother, until either of us gets pregnant.

But isn't that incest? And the child born that way will be deformed or some other monster.

Isn't incest great? I know you must think it's exciting, right?" As for children, the first generation usually doesn't have problems. By the time problems arise, I think human geneticists should have already found a solution.

However, I suddenly had another question.

Since Grandma and Mom want to have sex with me, why are they so strict with me usually? Actually, if they just gave me a few hints, I definitely wouldn't be able to resist.

I voiced my doubts.

Grandma smacked me on the head.

"Silly boy, can a woman bring this up first? Besides, we are indeed conflicted.

On the one hand, we hope you can join us, but on the other hand, we don't want you to be like us.

We are your elders after all, and we also hope you can grow up healthily.

That's why we've always been strict with you, it's for your own good.

If you don't take the initiative, Grandma and Mom won't actively seduce you, and you will live a normal life."

Now, you've chosen us.

It's your own choice, and of course we're very happy.

I suddenly became excited. I'm talking to my grandmother right now, discussing the forbidden sex we're about to have, and the result must be a child.

I thought, if it's a boy, he'll have sex with both my grandmother and mother, and if it's a girl, then naturally it'll be my turn. And so it goes, a whole bunch of children will be born, and then… My grandmother's feet stopped my wild thoughts, because my penis was already hard and red from her rubbing.

I simply couldn't believe it. Grandma, I think we must be crazy, this is insane! We'll definitely be punished, but right now, all I want is to have sex with Grandma. Grandma, let's begin! I looked up at my grandmother; she was frantically taking off her clothes. Her stockings lay on the floor; I didn't know when she'd taken them off, but that didn't matter anymore. All I knew was that I was seeking thrills, a dual stimulation of body and mind.

The world before me was completely upside down and chaotic; morality and ethics were long forgotten.

I was going to trample on these so-called morals and ethics; I was going to have sex with my grandmother, I was going to get her pregnant with my child! When I came to my senses a little more, my grandmother was completely naked, her snow-white, voluptuous body radiating an alluring glow. She straddled me.

Oh, this was the first woman to sit naked on me, and most amazingly, she was my grandmother, my own grandmother! Grandma's vulva was already soaking wet, hot, lustful fluids dripping continuously, her opening directly facing my erect, throbbing penis. "

Child, you know this is incest, but don't you really want it? Think about it, this is many men's dream.

You'll have two women who completely obey you, satisfying you as your sex slaves, maybe even a third, if you can let us have a daughter.

Our love—me, your mother, and you—don't you find this incestuous love exciting? Isn't this what you've always wanted in your heart? Good grandson, huh?" Grandma's words made my penis swell rapidly, thrusting straight into her vulva. "

Oh, you like it! I know, I can see it.

Do you want to have sex with Grandma?" Do you want to have sex with Mommy? You must be excited when you see me having sex with your mommy, right? Join us, child! Put your big cock into Grandma's slutty cunt! Hurry, child! Grandma kept teasing me with lewd words, and when I was getting impatient, her body suddenly sank down. Before I could understand what was happening, my thick penis was already swallowed by Grandma's hot cunt.

Oh...this feeling...oh...oh...Grandma...so good...oh...oh...I want it to be like this forever, Grandma, can we be like this forever? Grandma's buttocks started to rotate forcefully: Of course, good child, as long as you like it, Grandma will always be wrapped around you like this.

Her hips swayed more and more violently, making me feel as if my soul was about to leave my body. The dark patch below her body kept appearing before my eyes with each tumbling, stimulating my lust.

My hips also began to thrust upwards, resisting Grandma's frantic twisting body.

Grandma bent down and stuffed her breast into my mouth, and I unconsciously bit down on it, sucking hard.

Grandma's image at this moment was completely different from her usual dignified appearance. Not only did she actively seduce her grandson, but she also straddled him, tightly gripping his penis with her hot vulva, while her body swayed lasciviously, enjoying the pleasure brought by the intense friction between his penis and her vaginal walls.

She also kept saying lewd things in my ear, further stimulating my lust.

This is the bed your mother and her mother use to make love. Your mother and your grandmother lick each other's vulvas with their tongues, insert their fingers into each other's vulvas, and knead their clitoris together... Grandma's buttocks are shaking so violently that I, a novice, am no match for her. I can't hold back anymore; I think I'm going to ejaculate.

I want to tell Grandma, but my mouth is stuffed with her full breasts, and I can't utter a single word. I can only mumble incoherently, but the experienced Grandma quickly understands.

Oh, right, ejaculate inside Grandma! Ejaculate inside! On this bed where your mother and I lie, your mother and I are both thinking of you, waiting for you to shoot your hot semen into our wanton cunts, waiting for you, you naughty son, you naughty grandson, to fill our empty wombs with your lewd semen! Oh, baby, shoot it out! Shoot it into Grandma's cunt! I couldn't hold back anymore, Grandma's vagina kept contracting, squeezing my penis, I thrust hard a few times, and finally I ejaculated, shooting all the hot, thick semen that I had suppressed for so long into Grandma's womb.

Grandma hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting incredibly tightly, preventing a single drop of my semen from leaking out. "

Oh, my good boy, my sweet grandson, your semen is wonderful, it feels so good, so full of Grandma's flower. Grandma will definitely get pregnant, my good boy!" "Grandma, you won't… Oh, child, don't worry."

Grandma seemed to see through my concerns. "I know what you're thinking, you little rascal. Don't worry, Grandma will always be yours, even after I have your child.

But once isn't enough, Grandma wants to do it with you many more times."

Grandma will teach my good grandson how to please a woman. From now on, you'll have sex with me and your mother every day, and you'll shoot all your semen into our cunts, understand, baby? We just stayed like that, cuddling each other, whiling away the whole afternoon.

I wanted to do it with Grandma a few more times, but she refused. She told me to save my strength because I still had to deal with my mother.

Mom came back at three o'clock in the afternoon, much earlier than usual, and went straight to her room to take a shower.

We usually have dinner at four o'clock in the afternoon, so I went upstairs after I figured Mom was done showering.

The door to Mom's bedroom was ajar, and Mom and Grandma were lying together on the bed.

This time, it was Mom's turn to straddle Grandma, and they weren't using a dildo; their genitals were simply pressed together, rubbing vigorously.

Mom was on top, her body twisting up and down, her lower body pressed tightly against Grandma's. One could imagine how erotic and stimulating it was to see two beautiful women's plump genitals rubbing together.

Mom and Grandma rubbed against each other like this for a while. Mom's body trembled violently; she seemed very sensitive, and I knew she was about to ejaculate.

At that moment, Grandma whispered to Mom: "Your good son ejaculated into me today."

Mom's hips writhed even more violently.

He ejaculated a lot, all of it going into my uterus.

Also, I told him everything; now all he wants is to have sex with his mother, hehe, he wants to sleep with his own mother.

I'll help you, my good daughter, we'll deal with him together.

Mom was clearly extremely aroused; her body trembled violently, her lower body grinding wildly, and she quickly collapsed onto Grandma.

Grandma turned her head towards the door; she had clearly seen me all along. What a sly old fox, nothing can be hidden from her.

She gestured for me to leave, so I closed the door.

Dinner proceeded quietly; no one spoke, but a tense and uneasy atmosphere filled the air.

Grandma didn't mention a word about what happened today, and I didn't say anything either.

Of course, I didn't need to worry about it; the two adult women in the family would naturally arrange everything, and I didn't need to interfere.

The night passed peacefully until ten o'clock, when I started to feel uneasy.

I looked at Grandma and saw her gesture to me, clearly to reassure me.

I sat there restlessly, waiting and waiting, but there was no movement from them. What was wrong with them? I noticed Grandma gesturing to me frequently, so I went back to my room to sleep.

I turned off the light and lay in bed for half an hour, but no one came upstairs. Just as I was about to go downstairs to see what was going on, I heard someone climbing up.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, and I stared wide-eyed at the doorway, where a petite figure appeared before me.

Although the room was dark, the moonlight streaming in through the window was like mercury, making everything clearly visible.

Judging from the silhouettes, it was Mom. A surge of excitement coursed through me.

Mom was wearing a pale green nightgown—or rather, not quite a nightgown, as it seemed almost invisible. Through it, I could see Mom's beautiful, naked body moving shyly beneath the transparent covering.

Mom came to me, sat down, and snuggled against me. "

Do you really want Mom, son?" Mom's voice trembled slightly. "

Oh, Mom, I love you, I miss you, I miss you terribly! Yes, I want you, your son really needs you!" (IV) My mother's clothes slipped down silently, and her hand slid to my waist. Of course, I wasn't wearing anything underneath; in fact, I've liked sleeping naked for the past few years.

My mother's hands were warm and soft. When our skin touched, her hands trembled slightly, but she didn't stop. Her hand slid down and grasped my already erect penis, then she began to vigorously move it up and down.

I grabbed my mother's hand, and at that moment, she leaned down, and our lips met. Instantly, the long-suppressed passion erupted like a volcano.

My mother's lips were soft and moist, and her breath carried a sweet fragrance that was intoxicating.

My mother's tongue slipped inside, and I responded passionately to her love; our tongues intertwined intensely.

I held her smooth, soft tongue in my mouth, sucking hard, desperately swallowing her sweet saliva.

Oh, my mother's kiss, that sweet kiss, still haunts my dreams.

My mother released my penis, took my hand, and guided it to her vulva.

Her vulva was already somewhat wet, the opening warm, exceptionally soft to the touch, and furry—it felt incredibly comfortable. Without my mother's prompting, I began to rub her vulva.

My fingers slipped into my mother's vagina. Just as I imagined, my mother's vagina was quite narrow. As soon as my fingers were inserted, they were tightly surrounded by the soft and hot flesh.

I pumped my fingers vigorously, moving in and out of my mother's narrow passage.

Mom felt it very well. As I moved in and out, her body swayed gently, and she let out a low moan. Her vagina continued to secrete wet and slippery liquid, which stuck to my fingers, making it easier for me to move in and out.

My mother didn't ignore me either. While kissing me passionately, she grabbed my thick cock and started stroking it hard.

Her breathing was heavy, her warm breath constantly hitting my face, eyes, nose, and ears, making me dizzy.

She whispered in my ear, "You know what? My good son, Mom is going to teach you how to make love with women, how to make two middle-aged women completely submissive. But tonight, we're just going to enjoy ourselves to the fullest."

As she spoke, she sealed my lips with hers again, and only then did I truly understand the wonder of a kiss.

My mother's smooth, soft tongue slipped into my mouth, passionately intertwining with mine, its tip licking and moving against the walls of my mouth, making me lose control, only knowing to passionately suck on my mother's soft, cotton-candy-like tongue.

My mother glanced at my genitals, her eyes wide with astonishment. I knew I was completely erect, and my lower abdomen was covered in her vaginal fluids, making my genitals slippery.

She chuckled, "Looks like we'll both need to take a shower later."

Like my grandmother, she straddled me. Bathed in the moonlight, her naked body seemed shrouded in a soft silver veil, her curves clearly defined: soft lines, firm breasts, a slender waist, and round, full buttocks.

Oh, I couldn't resist! My mother's body was absolutely mesmerizing! Bathed in moonlight, my mother's skin appeared smooth and supple, as if coated with a layer of cream. When her hands caressed my body, her smooth skin rippled like a pool of spring water, shimmering in the moonlight. My

mother's hands stroked her breasts, twisting and pulling her nipples forcefully. My heart stirred, and I reached out, wanting to join her.

But my mother pushed my hand away. "

Don't move, child. Be a good boy and watch your mother's performance.

Tonight, all you need to do is ejaculate inside me, and tomorrow I'll set you completely free."

I had no choice but to suppress the rising lust within me and quietly watch my mother soothe herself with self-satisfaction.

My mother's body swayed incessantly as she kneaded me, her hands squeezing her full breasts like dough, her head swaying from side to side, her long, flowing hair flying everywhere. Bathed in the moonlight, she looked like a siren emerging from a forest bath; the scene was indescribably eerie and lewd, suddenly stimulating my senses.

Her hand slid down and grasped my penis. With each rise and fall of her body, my glans was constantly surrounded by something soft. The contact was brief, but it gave me a strong stimulation. I guessed it must be my mother's vulva.

I remembered when Grandma and I did it, she never reached orgasm; I was only focused on my own pleasure.

Now, Mom clearly didn't have much confidence in me either, so she had to masturbate first to stimulate her body so she could ejaculate with me.

Thinking about this, I felt a little frustrated, but I knew my own limitations. I lacked experience; although

I had the drive of a young man, I didn't know how to control my ejaculation. Actually, just thinking about inserting my penis into Mom's alluring vagina gave me the urge to ejaculate. At that moment, if Mom gave me even the slightest stimulation, I was guaranteed to surrender immediately.

Mom's body movements became increasingly frantic, her grip on my penis tightening, and her body visibly trembled.

Oh…baby…come on…oh…oh…make your dream come true…ah…ah…put your big cock…into…Mommy’s cunt…Mommy’s cunt is open for her son…oh…oh…oh…faster…faster fuck your own mother! …oh…oh…shoot inside Mommy…make Mommy pregnant…give…give your own son a big fat boy…oh…oh…oh…oh…yes…Mommy…likes her son shooting inside her…shoot…shoot for Mommy…oh…oh…oh…Mommy feels so uncomfortable…ah…oh…oh…good son…Mommy’s cunt is so itchy…itchy…oh…oh…oh…faster…child…faster give Mommy… Your big cock… hurry… put it in… oh… oh… Mommy likes her son to fuck her cunt… ooh… oh… oh… hurry, put it in… good son… dear son… shoot for Mommy… hurry… shoot for Mommy… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… I couldn’t hold back any longer. As soon as Mommy gave the command, my cock was already pressed against Mommy’s dripping cunt.

I pushed hard inside, and my entire cock was immediately inserted all the way to the root, completely inserted into Mommy’s hot cunt.

My mother's vagina was incredibly tight. If it hadn't been so lubricated, and with my forceful thrusting, penetration would have been extremely difficult. But this tightness gave me immense stimulation. The intense friction between my large, thick body and her tight vaginal walls provided an indescribable pleasure.

However, my mother was in trouble. She screamed and collapsed onto me, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat from the pain. She clung tightly to me, repeatedly saying, "It hurts! Be gentle! You little rascal, you're hurting me so much!"

I immediately stopped thrusting and looked at my mother with a guilty expression.

After resting for a while, my mother bit my earlobe and said with a giggle: Silly son, how could my mother really blame you? She wanted to praise you before it was too late.

What woman doesn't like to be fucked by an extra-large babe? I didn’t expect that my little son has such a lot of money. Mom likes it so much. Don’t be stupid. Come on, move quickly. Mom is fine. Mommy’s bottom is so itchy. My dear son, please relieve mommy’s itching! I mustered up the courage and moved forward again.

My mother's pussy was hot, and the surrounding flesh was so tight that it scraped my cock, making me feel very comfortable going in and out.

I began to thrust vigorously, each stroke incredibly powerful. My mother, on top of me, rose and fell violently, her buttocks swaying wildly from side to side. My breathing grew increasingly rapid, and I couldn't help but cry out. "

Oh...oh...Mom...son...I can't take it anymore...oh...Mom...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum inside you!" My mother quickly increased the speed of her thrusts, crying out, "Great, good boy, cum all inside Mommy, oh...Mommy's going to cum too, child, let's come together...oh...oh...oh..." My semen, full of vitality and passion, gushed out in an instant, hitting my mother's tightly contracted vaginal opening hard.

My mother's body trembled uncontrollably, her vagina contracting violently. It was as if a powerful suction force deep within her was drawing in every last drop of my semen.

My penis spasmed incessantly, desperately releasing all of itself until it completely filled my mother's uterus before finally going limp.

My mother held me tightly, her convulsing vagina gradually calming down, but still tightly enveloping my now-soft penis, which had radiated all its desire.

My mother lay on top of me, her face pressed against my broad chest.

After a long while, my mother finally let out a long sigh and said, "So comfortable!" Mom never imagined that making love with her son would bring such an intense orgasm. "My child, you've grown up. You can give Mom all the happiness she needs. Mom is so lucky to have given birth to such a wonderful son."

We held each other, whispering sweet nothings, planning our future, and then we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day was Sunday. I slept in late, not waking up until 11 a.m., feeling incredibly refreshed and full of energy. The passion of the night before still flowed through me.

I looked at the pillow; Mom was gone, but the warm scent of her body lingered in the blankets.

I went downstairs to the dining room for breakfast. Passing the living room, I stopped. Pillows were scattered all over the floor, sheets were strewn haphazardly, and lying side-by-side on the floor were two listless beauties—my mother and grandmother.

"Hey, you little lazybones, get up!"

We two thirsty ladies couldn't wait to get started.

Grandma looked at me with a half-smile.

"Yes, child, if you don't come soon, Mommy will have to lick your grandma's pussy all by herself."

My mother chuckled, her two plump breasts trembling, making me swallow hard. "

Uh—Mom, Grandma, I think I should take a shower first; I'm too dirty."

I remembered what my mother had said yesterday; she had told me to take a shower.

They exchanged a knowing smile. "

Don't worry, baby.

We won't lick your body today, but your grandma and I have agreed to work together to deal with you, my poor child. Don't think you can get away with this easily today,"

Mom said.

I was overjoyed and said gleefully, "I'm not afraid of either of you coming at me together. You'd better not be so lenient then."

Grandma gave a mischievous smile and said, "Silly boy, why don't you move your little bottom over here? Grandma can't wait."

I lay down next to Grandma, admiring her beautiful face. Mom started to act too. She parted Grandma's legs, brought her face close, and licked Grandma's vulva with her tongue, but her eyes were on me, signaling me to join her in playing with Grandma.

I lowered my head, snuggled up to my mother, and pressed my face against hers, rubbing against her as I licked my grandmother's vulva with my tongue.

Grandma moaned, and we licked even more vigorously. My mother and I intertwined our tongues, inserting them into Grandma's already wet opening, playing together inside, while vigorously sucking on Grandma's and each other's saliva.

My mother let my tongue penetrate deeper, attacking the depths of Grandma's vagina, while she focused on licking Grandma's protruding clitoris.

Grandma's reaction was intense. I knew she hadn't ejaculated during our lovemaking, and now I finally saw her in a disheveled state. With Mom and I working together, Grandma's body trembled violently. Her vagina was incredibly hot, practically in turmoil, with vaginal fluid gushing out incessantly.

I worked even harder, stirring my tongue back and forth inside her vagina. Grandma's body shuddered violently, and a gush of hot vaginal fluid erupted, splashing onto my unsuspecting face and mouth. I licked the fluid clinging to my lips; it was salty and slightly astringent.

Mom encouraged me, urging me to quickly insert my penis into Grandma's vagina, saying that this would bring her to an even greater orgasm.

Without saying a word, I raised my already eager penis and thrust it hard into Grandma's wet and juicy vagina, inserting the entire penis inside.

Grandma's vagina was clearly much wider than Mom's, and I entered without any difficulty. However, Grandma's vagina still tightly enveloped my penis, a warm and comfortable feeling washing over me. I began to thrust forcefully.

Mom turned around, bringing her vulva in front of Grandma, letting Grandma lick her vulva.

Mom took my hand and pressed it to her full breasts, telling me to rub them vigorously. She also told me not to just thrust too hard, or I would ejaculate too easily.

She wanted me to control the speed of my thrusts, to have a rhythm, so I could last longer.

I tried different rhythms, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Sometimes I'd thrust a few times quickly, sometimes slowly, taking forever to go all the way in. I even tried shallow thrusts followed by sudden, forceful shoves.

Grandma was babbling incoherently under my varied thrusting, her buttocks thrusting wildly upwards to meet my movements, her vulva constantly leaking hot, lustful fluids.

I gradually mastered the rhythm, becoming more and more adept, able to leisurely manipulate Grandma.

I looked up and saw Mom's face flushed red, her genitals rubbing against Grandma's face, clearly desperately craving.

I pulled out my penis, pulled my mother's body closer, and inserted my thick penis into her wet vagina. The immediate sensation of tightness enveloped my penis.

I thrust forcefully, and my grandmother, feeling an unbearable emptiness below, became even more thirsty. She had just said she wouldn't lick my body, but now she couldn't resist bringing her face close to my genitals, licking the part where my mother and I were joined.

With each withdrawal, my grandmother's tongue would eagerly wrap around my penis.

My mother hugged me tightly, her full, bulging breasts pressing against my chest, grinding against me forcefully, her lower body actively responding to my movements, her moans growing louder and louder.

Grandma, unable to bear it any longer, arched her back and pressed her long-neglected vulva against my penis,

rubbing it vigorously and begging me to satisfy her. I had no choice but to insert my fingers into Grandma's warm, wet vagina and thrust in and out forcefully, letting Grandma relieve her craving first.

Mom leaned back on the bed, hooking me onto her as well. Grandma and Mom switched places, with Grandma on top and Mom on the bottom. Grandma brought her itchy vulva to Mom's mouth, letting Mom lick and suck it, while I continued to fuck Mom's tight vulva. We

continued thrusting like this for a while, then I pushed Grandma down onto the bed as well, so the two women lay side by side, and then I took turns inserting my penis into their vaginas.

And so, I drew ever closer to ejaculation.

My mother and grandmother's vaginas were flowing with increasing moisture; each thrust of mine brought forth copious amounts of their fluids, surging onto their lower abdomens.

I couldn't hold back any longer, but I didn't know who to ejaculate into, so I just went wherever I could.

After several rapid thrusts, my penis finally ejaculated. This time, I didn't ejaculate inside my mother and grandmother; instead, I released my thick semen all over their lower abdomens, vaginas, and faces. Then I lay on my back beside them, panting heavily.

We lay there like that for a long, long time, until my grandmother and mother got up and used their tongues to clean my body.

Under my mother's licking and sucking, I regained my energy, pulled her over, made her doggy-style, and then thrust hard into her tight little hole again, quickly ejaculating inside her.

Grandma, not satisfied, rubbed my penis against her wet vulva, making me stand up again, forcing me to satisfy her once more.

Afterwards, Grandma and Mom licked all the filth off me, and finally, they cleaned each other.

Then, we went to the bathroom together for a good, long shower.

Of course, unable to resist Grandma and Mom's entanglement in the bathroom, I comfortably ejaculated again.

In fact, for the next two months, I lived a life of pure bliss.

My mother and grandmother took turns serving me every day, using their mature bodies to please their son or grandson. My skills became increasingly excellent, and combined with my natural endowments, I often drove my grandmother and mother to the brink of ecstasy, making them beg for mercy.

We experimented with anal sex, tried threesomes, and played with all sorts of sex toys; in short, we tried almost every kind of play we could think of.

Two months later, the fateful event occurred.

That day, I came home from school, and my grandmother and mother were sitting on the sofa, fully clothed, unlike usual when they would wait for me naked in the room.

I sat down beside them and looked at them.

After two months of diligent nurturing, Grandma and Mom have become even more radiant, both glowing with a mature and captivating charm.

Grandma spoke first. "

Honey, do you remember two months ago when you stayed overnight at your friend's house? Someone stayed at our house that night."

I didn't remember that happening, and looked at Mom.

Mom nodded and said, "You must have met him. He's a good friend of ours."

I was even more confused. I remembered never staying out overnight. Two months ago, I was a model student; how could I have stayed out all night? Seeing my embarrassment, Grandma and Mom laughed happily.

"Oh, you went out overnight, baby. Let Mom remind you."

Mom smiled slyly. "That night, a man stayed at our house. You happened to be out, so we didn't tell you.

That man slept with both your mother and grandmother. Of course, we wouldn't tell everyone; it's a shameful thing."

Grandma added, "But unfortunately, that man got us both pregnant. Can you believe it? One with two, and they both got pregnant. The doctors said it's a miracle, but it's absolutely true."

I suddenly realized that Mom and Grandma were pregnant, and they needed an excuse to cover up our incestuous relationship and the resulting child.

The following months were truly astonishing. We were extremely cautious with our sex life, always engaging in threesomes.

When they entered their breastfeeding period, I was the first to enjoy it. The feeling of drinking my mother's and grandmother's milk again after growing up was a unique and overwhelming experience.

Every night, they would push me down, squeezing their swollen breasts to release milk onto me, which we would then all lick together.

I would then ejaculate on them, and they would ingest the mixture.

I don't know if I should call them twins; they were born on the same day, at the same time.

Suddenly, I became a father, with two lovely daughters.

Both daughters were incredibly lively and adorable, resembling their mother dearly. I could imagine they would grow up to be two stunning beauties.

Holding them in my arms, I even felt aroused. When I

put my fingers to their little mouths, they would immediately suck on them, sucking so tightly—far more skillfully than their mother.

When I stroked their adorable little folds of skin, they would dance with joy, opening their cute little hands to hug my arm, giggling happily.

My mother, grandmother, and I unanimously decided that when they turned fifteen, we would bring them into our family tradition, making them truly members of our incestuous family.

But until then, I promise I won't lay a finger on them; I need to wait.

Imagining myself in bed with my two young, lovely daughters fifteen years from now, perhaps with my mother and grandmother indulging in unrestrained pleasure, excites me.

But I must be patient; this patience is necessary, though only fifteen short years, which will pass quickly.

Fifteen years later, I will release all the pent-up desire I've held back for fifteen years into the virgin vaginas of my two daughters, and they will bear me several more children. What a lewd scene that will be then! I can't imagine.

I now have hope; I have a goal for the next fifteen years. Isn't that what life is about—hope? The future, the future I yearn for, is just around the corner.

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