Eighteenth birthday gift

From a young age, my mother and I were very close.

Because I was her only child, she spoiled me rotten, giving me everything I wanted and never refusing me.

When I was fourteen, my father passed away; and when I turned eighteen, my mother gave me a wonderful gift.

My birthday was on a Saturday, and the day before, my mother and I went to a Vermont camp to celebrate. We went fishing, walked along the lake, camped, and grilled fish together for dinner under the beautiful full moon.

After two days of this, my mother completely relaxed, and we prepared to enjoy a wonderful Sunday evening together.

My mother and I had dinner outdoors, and afterwards, she surprised me with a birthday cake with eighteen candles.

"Make a wish, son," my mother said with a wink.

I did, blowing out all eighteen candles in one breath, though she probably had no idea what I wished for.

My mother handed me a bottle of whiskey, which I popped open. My mother came inside and put on some familiar classical music.

When Daddy was still alive, my parents always liked to listen to this piece of music in their bedroom; but when I grew up, I realized it was actually their accompaniment for sex, because they would always lock themselves in the bedroom at that time, letting the repeatedly played music cover up all other noises.

I filled two glasses with wine, and Mom came back outside, picked up her glass, and raised it to me.

"Happy birthday, son. Celebrating that we can grow old together." Mom smiled and clinked glasses with me crisply.

Was it me, or did this toast have some other meaning?

Because I don't have a high alcohol tolerance, it didn't take long for my head to spin.

Mom was the same, looking a little tipsy; because her wine splashed high when she clinked glasses, wetting my face.

I also childishly retaliated, and the mother and son played around at the door like mischievous children, giggling.

It was almost midnight, and we finally decided to go back inside to rest.

I went back to my room, and just as I was about to take off my boxers and jump onto the bed, I heard Mom calling me, asking me to go to her bedroom.

"Mom, is something wrong?"

My mother, dressed in a sexy short nightgown, sat on the edge of the bed.

"Oh, nothing, I almost forgot about it." She handed me a birthday card.

"Thank you, Mom." I opened the card, and what was inside shocked me.

Inside was a picture of a man and woman having sex, with a line of black text that read: 'Please do as I say, my good son, go and fuck your horny mother, give her an unprecedented orgasm.'

I stared at my mother in disbelief, but she slowly lay down on the bed and spread her legs.

What I saw shocked me. Between her snow-white, plump legs, I could clearly see her exposed vulva, opening and closing rhythmically.

My mother said in a sweet voice, "Jeff, my son, this is an invitation you deserve. Your father is gone, and now, your mother needs another man to satisfy this body. Are you willing to take on this task...?"

These words made me think for a while. I had indeed fantasized about my mother before, but being suddenly asked if I was willing to do it, an indescribable feeling made me unable to answer.

"Or, would you rather give this right to another man?"

"No!" I cried out immediately, looking into my mother's lustful eyes, and quickly pulled down my boxer shorts.

My mother's eyes lit up instantly, staring intently at her son's hard, thick penis.

I slowly walked towards my mother, like a lion approaching its prey.

My mother pulled her lace nightgown over her head and tossed it aside, revealing a soft, voluptuous body.

I leaned forward, placing one nipple to my lips and sucking, then switching to the other.

My mother cupped my penis, gently squeezing it, her slender fingers playing with my testicles, lightly flicking them.

I moved closer to my mother's beautiful face, kissing her sweet, juicy lips, while forcefully parting her legs, pressing my head against her most intimate spot, savoring it thoroughly.

My mother was also sucking on my penis, and out of primal instinct, my shaft involuntarily pressed against her hot, wet opening, ready to thrust in.

“Wait, Jeff.” Mom suddenly pressed her hand against my buttocks, preventing me from making any further moves.

“Is something wrong, Mom?” I asked anxiously.

Mom pursed her lips, her eyes gazing at me with deep, tender affection: “My son, do you know what’s about to happen?” Her expression was very serious, urging me to think it over carefully.

I told her, “I’m about to make love to you, Mom. Your good son is going to have sex with his own mother until dawn.”

“That’s right, but this is incest, the greatest taboo in human society. After tonight, you and I will share a very dangerous and evil secret.” She said heavily.

“I understand, Mom, I’m ready.” I laughed: “And you’re not trying to stop me, are you?”

“Okay, because Mom hopes that after tonight, this will be the rule for us. I am your mother, and also your wife.”

I didn’t answer; Mom had already said what I wanted to say.

Slowly pushing my buttocks forward, my penis slid into my mother’s tight and wet honey hole. Since Dad's death, Mom hadn't had sex with anyone, and now, her vagina gripped my penis like a rubber band.

"God, you're so tight, Mom!" The immense pressure forced me to pull back slightly before re-entering.

"I know, but isn't this the best proof that Mom wants to leave a clean body for her good son?"

I nodded, and Mom smiled, pressing my buttocks down to guide me deeper into her vagina. The squeezing of her vaginal walls was still intense; she smiled at me, signaling her efforts to adapt to my penis.

"Good son Jeff, do you like Mom's body?" Mom continued to clench her buttocks, swaying her hips to meet my movements, skillfully stimulating her clitoris through the close friction.

In that instant, I received the birthday gift any man in the world could dream of. I fucked Mom's cunt, the woman who gave me life; I returned to the womb that had nurtured me.

For forty minutes, I fucked this slut so hard she writhed and swayed, experiencing wave after wave of orgasms. When the highest wave hit, my scrotum suddenly burned, and a large amount of hot semen shot into my mother's cunt.

We embraced, panting heavily, breathing deeply until our bodies calmed down.

"Oh my god, Jeff, I forgot, I didn't take my birth control pill!" My mother jumped up as if her pants were on fire and rushed into the bathroom.

I followed her in and saw her turning on the shower and washing her vulva with hot water.

"I shouldn't be that good!" I joked, "Just one time you forgot your birth control pill, and your son got you pregnant, Mom?"

"Don't say that word!" My mother was terrified, as if she'd fallen into hell.

But then, I suddenly realized that deep down I secretly hoped my mother would get me pregnant and have my child.

And that thought came true.

My mother's only plan was an abortion, but I absolutely refused.

We immediately decided to move to California, where nobody knew us and we could start a new life as a married couple.

After nine months of pregnancy, my mother gave birth to a healthy and beautiful baby girl, Jenny.

The next eighteen years flew by.

My mother and I raised Jenny, and she grew into a charming and sexy young woman, causing quite a bit of trouble at school and giving us, her parents, a lot of headaches. Fortunately, she was quite filial, and our careful words and actions kept our incestuous secret completely unknown to our daughter.

Since getting married and moving to this place where nobody knew us, I was happy to openly flirt and make love with my mother.

However, to be fair to our daughter, my mother and I decided to tell Jenny everything when she turned eighteen.

That day, the three of us came to Camp Vermont to celebrate Jenny's birthday. Over the years, my mother and I had come here every year to celebrate her birthday, and then, in the room where we had fallen in love, we would have sex with my mother to our hearts' content; however, this was Jenny's first time here.

We planned to travel together and arrive here on Saturday, Jenny's birthday.

Knowing the potential harm the truth might cause my daughter, I meticulously planned everything.

I was overly anxious, calculating back and forth, but my mother, the mother of both my daughter and me, kept reassuring me that everything would be alright.

Slightly earlier than planned, we arrived at our destination on Friday night. It was late, so we rested early.

The familiar scenery stirred my desire, and after less than five hours of sleep, I woke up, pulled my wife's robe up to her waist, and began kissing her vulva.

My mother quickly woke up, and we made love swiftly in our pleasure.

Afterwards, mother and son discussed tomorrow's plans.

"Mom, do you really think this is a good idea? I'm worried Jenny won't be able to handle this secret." Holding my mother's round, perky buttocks, I buried my penis inside her, unwilling to pull it out.

“It’s alright, son. Everyone has secrets. We’ve kept some things from Jenny, just like Mom has kept some things from you.”

I was curious: “Is there something your little husband doesn’t know, Mom?”

Mom stroked my cheek: “My previous husband, your father, may God forgive our sins… He was also my father.”

“Oh, Mom, why didn’t you ever tell me? This is so amazing, I’m also an incestuous illegitimate child!”

“Yes.” Mom smiled, kissed me, and put her tongue in my mouth.

The excitement brought by the shocking truth made me almost unable to control myself. I grabbed Mom’s plump white buttocks and thrust hard, each stroke hitting flesh. The intense movements made Mom cry out for the first time that she couldn’t take it anymore and asked me to slow down.

Normally, it would have been me crying out that I couldn’t take it anymore.

We reached climax together, and after a few soft words and caresses, we fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Mom and I got up separately and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Jenny was still sleeping in, so we ended up taking breakfast to our daughter’s bed.

Around noon, we went fishing together at a lake a few miles away. Mom and Jenny stripped naked, revealing their beautiful, glistening bodies. They waved to me, but I declined.

They swam in the lake, shouting and laughing, their youthful, innocent bodies and mature, alluring figures bobbing in the water, making my mouth water.

That night, we returned to camp and grilled and seasoned the fish we caught at noon for dinner. As we devoured the grilled fish, Jenny suddenly stood up and said seriously, "Thank you, Mom and Dad. I had so much fun today! This is the best birthday I've ever had."

Mom looked at me and slowly said, "Son, I think you should tell her everything now."

Jenny was startled and immediately asked, "Tell me what? And Mom, what did you just call Dad? Son? What's that…?"

Seeing my daughter's reaction, I felt intimidated and couldn't speak for a moment.

“I…I…I can’t, Mom, you tell her!”

Jenny said impatiently. “Dad, Mom, what are you two up to? Is this some kind of birthday surprise? I don’t appreciate this crazy idea.”

Her mother picked up a grilled fish from the stove and placed it in front of Jenny.

“Jenny, Mom has something to tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, and you’re not allowed to get angry with Mom and Dad.”

Jenny said quickly, “I promise you, Mom.”

After a pause, her mother said slowly, “Your daddy is actually also Mom’s child, my biological son, your brother.”

“What did you say! Mom, you mean…” Jenny’s face suddenly turned pale.

“Yes, sweetheart, you are an incestuous illegitimate child.”

Jenny’s expression was confused, but even more so, it was one of utter disbelief.

“Let me add something!” I continued, “Eighteen years ago, I slept with Mom here, and that very night, I planted you in her belly.”

Hearing the truth, Jenny’s face turned ashen. She coldly said to Mom, “If that’s the case, why don’t you, you slut, get an abortion and get rid of the child?”

I immediately jumped up and slapped my daughter across the face.

“Jenny! What kind of bullshit are you spouting?” I roared, “If Mom had gotten an abortion back then, you wouldn’t be born now, and you wouldn’t be celebrating your eighteenth birthday.”

Jenny covered her face, tears welling in her eyes, and with a sob, she ran out.

Mom and I looked at each other, watching our daughter’s figure disappear into the darkness.

“I knew this would be a mistake. This could hurt her for the rest of her life, Mom.”

Mom remained steadfast in her resolve: “She’ll be alright. Our daughter just needs some time to accept this fact.”

We waited until dawn before finally going to bed, but Jenny never returned. I remained in a state of tense, fearful anxiety.

Mom and I were still lying in bed, watching the slightest sound around us, even forgetting about making love. At least, I completely forgot.

My heart was still worried about my daughter's whereabouts. Around 2:30 in the morning, Mom fell asleep, while I was still lying there, staring blankly at the ceiling. At 3:00, I heard the door open.

I was overjoyed; my daughter was finally back. I rushed to the living room, and sure enough, there was my little Jenny, smiling as usual.

"I'm sorry I woke you up, Daddy. I tried to be as quiet as possible."

"It's okay, I wasn't asleep either. Hmm... where did you go? Is everything alright?" Not knowing what to say, a simple greeting came out of my mouth.

"Don't worry, Daddy," Jenny smiled. "I'm fine now. I just needed some time alone to think things through, so I went to the lake for a skinny dip to cool my head off." Her voice was calm and deep, just like our mother's.

"You're not mad at us anymore, darling?"

Jenny sat down next to me. "Of course not." She hugged me, kissed my face, and pressed her youthful body into my arms.

The natural fragrance of a virgin immediately aroused me. I quickly stepped back a little, trying not to let this spoiled girl notice the strange feeling between my legs, but she moved closer, preventing any gap from appearing.

“How could I blame you and Mommy? I’m actually glad you told me the truth. You’re the best daddy in the world.”

Hearing this, I finally felt relieved. “Thank you, honey. This makes things much easier for Daddy. Now we can both get a good night’s sleep.”

Jenny smiled charmingly and said loudly, “No, Daddy, your daughter doesn’t want to sleep yet. She only wants her brother, Daddy. Could you go to her room and teach her something?” As she spoke, the little girl’s hand was placed on my crotch, which startled me.

“No, Jenny, you’re not young enough… how can you…”

“Why not? When you were with Mommy, weren’t you this age?”

This left me speechless.

Jenny pretended to be on the verge of tears and sobbed, “Please, Daddy, just once. Today is your precious little princess’s birthday. You’ve always loved her the most, haven’t you?”

Faced with such a pretty face and a sweet, flawless voice, what father in the world could refuse?

Jenny led me to her room. As soon as we entered, she took off her clothes and put on a sexy nightgown. When that beautiful body I had seen since I was a child was laid bare before me, I involuntarily looked away, unable to look directly at her.

"You don't need to look anywhere else, Daddy," Jenny said with a seductive smile. "Is there any part of this body you haven't seen or touched?"

She was right. I looked at my daughter's body, those familiar curves, so much like my mother's—slender and delicate, yet full of sexiness.

Then, my gaze fixed on that sexy nightgown, and fragments of memory gradually surfaced. It seemed to be the same nightgown she wore eighteen years ago, the first time I had sex with my mother.

"Where did you get this nightgown, my sweet daughter?"

Jenny, already lying in bed, smiled and said, "In other families, mothers pass on their wedding dresses to their daughters. It's the same in our family. Do you like it, Daddy?"

I smiled and said, "It's just as beautiful as it was back then."

Jenny gestured for me to sit beside her, and when I did, she laughed and said, "Daddy, what did it feel like to have sex with your own mother the night I was born eighteen years ago?"

I was utterly shocked by this question: "Jenny! I'm your father. We shouldn't, and can't, talk about this."

Jenny looked at me as if I were some absurd thing: "Daddy, your daughter is a grown woman now, or would you rather I learn these things from some stranger?"

This spoiled brat, actually using the same trick her mother used back then. This made me deeply realize that perhaps our family all has a promiscuous streak, a subconscious fondness for incest.

Jenny continued, "If you're too shy to say it directly, then showing me is just as good."

She lay down, spreading her legs wide to reveal her beautiful, moist, pink vulva. The familiar sight almost overlapped with how my mother had tempted me eighteen years ago. I realized once again that these two were indeed mother and daughter, and this thought was irresistible.

I lay down beside her, ripped off her nightgown, and brought my nose between her legs, sniffing and licking her vulva.

My tongue moved back and forth, like a puppy sucking milk. Jenny's little cunt quickly became wet from the mixture of her juices and my saliva.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Your naughty daughter can't wait any longer."

Of course, I wouldn't let her wait. Pulling open my robe, I pulled out my penis and, following the slippery flow of her juices, thrust it straight into her vulva. As I thrust in, I kissed Jenny while gently rubbing her pink nipples, slowly controlling the pace.

"Mmm, this feels so good, Daddy."

I pressed forward relentlessly until my entire penis was deep inside her honey pot, our two mismatched buttocks pressed tightly together, our pubic hair rubbing against each other, making strange, grating sounds.

Jenny moaned loudly, her voice reminding me of my mother in the bedroom.

I slowly withdrew, watching the look in her eyes; Jenny bravely met my gaze, her lovely face radiating womanly desire. Then, she thrust her buttocks forward, wrapping her legs around me, forcefully pulling my penis back in.

Stimulated by this seductive action, I quickly pressed her down, my hips swaying violently, thrusting in and out rapidly, ravaging this daughter who was teasing her father.

Jenny's wanton moans were so loud that I worried my mother in the other room might be awakened, so I kissed her lips, sealing her mouth to prevent the moans from echoing in the room, slowly and deliberately fucking her, the movements slow, yet more flavorful.

“Daddy.”

“What is it, baby?”

“Please promise me that from tonight onwards, you will keep fucking me, fucking this disobedient, naughty daughter.”

I stopped instantly, remembering that I had promised my mother a similar request. Since we treat each other equally, how could I favor one over the other?

“I promise you, my lovely little sweetheart.” I continued fucking her, diligently cultivating this female body, bringing the girl to orgasm in pleasure.

My semen boiled in my testicles; I was about to ejaculate.

“Did you use contraception, baby?”

“No, Daddy.” Jenny laughed, “What does it matter? Your daughter wants her brother to fill her up; I want to be like Mommy, to give you an incestuous baby.”

I trembled at her words, and then, a current shot from my testicles straight to my brain, and semen continuously gushed from my penis, shooting straight into my precious daughter’s uterus.

After about six spasms, I collapsed onto my daughter’s stomach. She stroked my hair, sighing softly like a little woman.

“I hope to give you a little boy, Daddy,” Jenny laughed. “And when he turns eighteen, I’ll make him sleep with his mother and give him a son.”

“You’re so selfish, only thinking of yourself. Why don’t you give us a little girl to play with?”

“With me and Mom, aren’t you enough, brother? Besides, we can have another one.” Jenny said, “You’re not allowed to go back tonight. I want you to stay with me all night.”

“No, I have to go back to our mother.”

“No way! You’ve been using that old hole for eighteen years, aren’t you tired of it?” Jenny whispered in my ear, “Compared to that, this newly deflowered cunt is more exciting!”

As usual, this willful and hot girl always has something surprising to do. She twisted her hips again, cleverly swallowing my penis back into her hole.

“Hehe, maybe you’re right, little tender cunt.” I patted my daughter’s little bottom and said with a double meaning, “I’ll stay inside all night.” As I spoke, I started thrusting again.

Jenny smiled and kissed me: "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, you tight little pussy."

From a young age, my mother and I were very close.

Because I was her only child, she spoiled me rotten, giving me everything I wanted and never refusing me.

When I was fourteen, my father passed away; and when I turned eighteen, my mother gave me a wonderful gift.

My birthday was on a Saturday, and the day before, my mother and I went to a Vermont camp to celebrate; we went fishing, walked along the lake, camped, and grilled fish together for dinner under the beautiful full moon.

After two days of this, my mother completely let loose, and we prepared to enjoy a wonderful Sunday evening together.

My mother and I had dinner outdoors, and afterwards, she surprised me with a birthday cake with eighteen candles.

"Make a wish, son," she said, winking.

I did, blowing out all eighteen candles in one breath, though she probably had no idea what I wished for.

My mother handed me a bottle of whiskey, which I popped open. She went inside and put on a familiar classical piece.

When my father was still alive, my parents always liked to listen to this piece in their bedroom; but when I grew up, I realized it was actually their sex music, because they would always lock themselves in the bedroom then, letting the repetitive music drown out all other noise.

I filled two glasses, and my mother came back outside, picked up a glass, and raised it to me.

"Happy birthday, son. Let's celebrate growing old together," she said, smiling, and clinked glasses with me.

Was it me, or did this toast have some other meaning?

Because I don't drink much, it wasn't long before my head started spinning.

Mom was the same, looking a little giddy; because when she clinked glasses, the wine splashed high, wetting my face.

I childishly retaliated, and the two of us, like mischievous children, played and laughed at each other in the doorway.

It was almost midnight when we finally decided to go inside and rest.

I went back to my room, about to take off my boxers and jump onto the bed, when I heard Mom calling me, asking me to come to her bedroom.

"Mom, is something wrong?"

Mom, wearing a sexy short nightgown, sat on the edge of the bed.

"Oh, nothing, Mom almost forgot about this." She handed me a birthday card.

"Thank you, Mom." I opened the card, and what was inside shocked me.

Inside was a picture of a man and woman having sex, with a line of black text that read: 'Please do as Mom says, my good son, go fuck your slutty mother, give her an unprecedented orgasm.'

I stared at Mom in disbelief, but she slowly lay down on the bed and willingly spread her legs.

What I saw before me was breathtaking. Between those snow-white, plump legs, I could clearly see her undisguised vulva, opening and closing rhythmically.

My mother said in a sweet voice, "Jeff, my son, this is an invitation you deserve. Your father is gone, and now, your mother needs another man to satisfy this body. Are you willing to take on this task...?"

These words made me think for a moment. I had indeed fantasized about my mother before, but being suddenly asked if I was willing to put it into practice gave me an indescribable feeling that made me unable to answer.

"Or, are you willing to give this right to another man?"

"No!" I shouted immediately, looking into my mother's lustful eyes, and quickly pulled down my boxer shorts.

My mother's eyes lit up immediately, staring straight at her son's hard, thick penis.

I slowly walked towards my mother, like a lion approaching its prey.

My mother pulled her lace nightgown over her head and threw it aside, revealing a soft, full body.

I leaned forward, placed one nipple to my lips, and began to suckle, then switched to the other.

My mother cupped my penis, gently squeezing it, her slender fingers playing with my testicles, lightly flicking them.

I moved closer to my mother's beautiful face, kissing her sweet, juicy lips, while simultaneously parting her legs and pressing my head against her most intimate spot, savoring it.

My mother was also sucking on my penis, and out of primal instinct, my shaft involuntarily pressed against her hot, wet opening, ready to thrust in.

"Wait, Jeff," my mother suddenly said, pressing her hand against my buttocks, stopping me from taking the next step.

"Is something wrong, Mom?" I asked anxiously.

My mother pursed her lips, her eyes gazing at me with deep, tender affection: "My son, do you know what's about to happen?" Her expression was very serious, urging me to think it over carefully.

I told her, "I'm about to make love to you, Mom. Your good son is going to have sex with his own mother until dawn."

"That's right, but it's incest, the greatest taboo in human society. After tonight, you and I will share a very dangerous and evil secret," she said heavily.

"I understand, Mom, I'm ready," I laughed. "And you're not trying to stop me, are you?"

"Okay, because Mom hopes that from tonight onwards, this will be the rule for us. I am your mother, and also your wife."

I didn't reply; Mom had already said what I wanted to say.

Slowly pushing my hips forward, my penis slid into my mother's tight, wet vagina. Since Dad died, Mom hadn't had sex with anyone, and at this moment, her vagina gripped my penis like a rubber band.

"God, you're so tight, Mom!" The immense pressure forced me to pull out slightly before re-entering.

"I know, but isn't this the best proof that Mom wants to leave her body clean for her good son?"

I nodded, and Mom smiled, pressing my hips down, letting me penetrate her vagina again. The squeezing of her vaginal walls was still intense. She smiled at me, giving me the signal that she was trying to adapt to my penis.

"Good son Jeff, do you like Mom's body?" Mom continued to clench her buttocks, swaying her hips to meet my movements, skillfully stimulating her clitoris through the close friction between us.

In that instant, I received the birthday gift that any man in the world would dream of. I fucked Mom's cunt, the woman who gave me life, and I returned to the womb that had nurtured me.

I fucked her wildly for forty minutes, making this slut writhe and sway her hips, experiencing wave after wave of orgasms. When the highest wave hit, my scrotum suddenly burned, and a large amount of hot semen shot into Mom's cunt.

We embraced, breathing heavily, until our bodies calmed down.

"Oh! God, Jeff, I forgot, I didn't take my birth control pill." Mom jumped up as if her butt was on fire and rushed into the bathroom.

I followed her in and saw Mom turn on the shower and wash her vulva with hot water.

“I can’t be that powerful, can I?” I joked. “Just one time you didn’t take the birth control pill, and our son got you pregnant, Mom?”

“Don’t say that word!” Mom was terrified, as if she’d fallen into hell.

But then, I suddenly realized that deep down I secretly hoped Mom would get me pregnant and have my child.

And that thought actually came true.

Mom’s only plan was an abortion, but I absolutely refused.

We immediately decided to move to California, where nobody knew us, and we could start over like a married couple.

After nine months of pregnancy, Mom gave birth to a healthy and beautiful baby girl, my daughter Jenny.

The next eighteen years passed quickly.

Mom and I raised Jenny, and she grew into a charming and sexy young woman, causing a lot of trouble at school and giving us, her parents, a lot of headaches. Fortunately, she was quite filial, and our careful words and actions kept our incestuous secret completely unknown to our daughter.

Since getting married and moving to this place where nobody knows me, I'm happy to be able to flirt and make love with my mother openly.

However, to be fair to our daughter, Mom and I decided to tell Jenny everything when she turned eighteen.

That day, the three of us came to Camp Vermont to celebrate Jenny's birthday. For years, Mom and I had come here every year to celebrate her birthday, and then, in the room where we first fell in love, we'd have sex with Mom; but this was Jenny's first time here.

We planned to travel together and arrive here on Saturday, Jenny's birthday.

Knowing the potential harm the truth might cause my daughter, I carefully planned everything.

I was getting a little anxious, but Mom, the mother of both my daughter and me, kept reassuring me that everything would be alright.

Slightly earlier than planned, we arrived at our destination on Friday night. It was late, so we rested early.

The familiar scenery aroused my desire, and after less than five hours of sleep, I woke up, pulled my wife's robe up to her waist, and began kissing her vulva.

Mom quickly woke up, and we had a quick, joyful encounter.

After the passion subsided, mother and son discussed their plans for the next day.

"Mom, do you really think this is a good idea? I'm worried Jenny won't be able to handle this secret." Holding my mother's round, plump buttocks, I buried my penis in her honey pot, unwilling to pull it out.

"It's okay, son. Everyone has secrets. We've kept some things from Jenny, just like Mom has kept some things from you."

I was curious: "Is there anything your little husband doesn't know, Mom?"

My mother stroked my cheek: "My previous husband, your father, may God forgive our sins... He was also my father."

"Oh, Mom, why did you never tell me? This is amazing, I'm also an incestuous illegitimate child!"

"Yes." My mother smiled, kissed me, and put her fragrant tongue into my mouth.

The excitement brought by the shocking truth made me almost unable to control myself. I hugged my mother's plump white buttocks and thrust hard, each stroke hitting flesh. The intense movements made my mother cry out for the first time that she couldn't take it anymore and asked me to slow down.

Normally, it would be me crying out that I couldn't take it anymore.

We reached our climax together, and after a few soft words and caresses, we fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Mom and I got up separately and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Jenny was still sleeping in, so we ended up bringing breakfast to her bed.

Around noon, we went fishing together at a lake a few miles away. Mom and Jenny stripped naked, revealing their beautiful, glistening bodies. They waved to me, but I declined.

They swam and shouted in the lake, their youthful, innocent bodies and mature, alluring figures bobbing in the water, making my mouth water.

That night, we returned to camp and grilled and seasoned the fish we caught at noon for dinner. As we devoured the grilled fish, Jenny suddenly stood up and said seriously, "Thank you, Mom and Dad. I had so much fun today! This is the best birthday I've ever had."

Mom looked at me and slowly said, "Son, I think you should tell her everything now."

Jenny was taken aback and immediately asked, "Tell me what? And Mom, what did you just call Daddy? Son? What's that…?"

Seeing my daughter's reaction, I felt intimidated and couldn't speak for a moment.

"I…I…I can't, Mom, you tell her!"

Jenny said impatiently, "Dad, Mom, what are you doing? Is this some kind of birthday surprise? I don't appreciate this crazy idea."

Mom picked up a grilled fish from the stove and placed it in front of Jenny.

“Jenny, Mom has something to tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, and you're not allowed to get angry with Mom and Dad.”

Jenny blurted out, “I promise you, Mom.”

After a pause, Mom said slowly, “Your daddy is actually Mom’s child, my own son, your brother.”

“What did you say! Mom, you mean…” Jenny’s face suddenly turned deathly pale.

“Yes, sweetheart, you are an incestuous illegitimate child.”

Jenny’s expression was confused, but even more so, she couldn’t accept it.

“Let me add something!” I continued, “Eighteen years ago, I slept with Mom here, and that very night, I planted you in Mom’s belly.”

After hearing the truth, Jenny’s face turned icy, and she coldly said to Mom, “If that’s the case, why don’t you, you slut, get an abortion and get rid of the child?”

I immediately jumped up and slapped my daughter across the face.

“Jenny! What nonsense are you spouting?” I yelled. “If Mom had had an abortion back then, you wouldn’t be born now, and you wouldn’t be celebrating your eighteenth birthday.”

Jenny covered her face, tears welling in her eyes, and with a sob, she ran out.

Mom and I looked at each other, watching our daughter’s figure disappear into the darkness.

“I knew this would be a mistake. This could hurt her for the rest of her life, Mom.”

Mom remained steadfast in her belief: “She’ll be alright. Our daughter just needs some time to accept this fact.”

We waited until dawn before finally going to bed, but Jenny still hadn’t returned. I remained in a state of tense, fearful anxiety.

Mom and I remained in bed, watching for any sound around us, even forgetting about making love. At least, I completely forgot.

My heart was still worried about my daughter’s whereabouts. Around 2:30 in the morning, Mom fell asleep, while I remained lying there, staring blankly at the ceiling. At 3:00, I heard the door open.

I was overjoyed that my daughter was finally back. I rushed to the living room, and sure enough, there she was, smiling as usual.

"I'm sorry I woke you up, Daddy. I tried to be as quiet as possible."

"It's okay, I wasn't asleep anyway. Hmm... where did you go? Is everything alright?" Not knowing what to say, I managed a simple greeting.

"Don't worry, Daddy," Jenny smiled. "I'm fine now. I just needed some time alone to think things through, so I went to the lake for a skinny dip to cool off." Her voice was calm and deep, just like our mother's.

"You're not angry with us anymore, my little darling?"

Jenny sat down next to me. "Of course not." She hugged me, kissed my face, and pressed her youthful body against my chest.

The natural fragrance of virginity immediately aroused me. I quickly pulled back a little, trying not to let this mischievous girl notice the strangeness between my legs, but she pressed closer, preventing any gap from appearing.

“How could I blame you and Mommy? I’m actually glad you told me the truth. You’re the best daddy in the world.”

Hearing this, I finally felt relieved. “Thank you, honey. This makes things much easier for Daddy. Now we can both get a good night’s sleep.”

Jenny smiled charmingly and said loudly, “No, Daddy, your daughter doesn’t want to sleep yet. She only wants her brother Daddy. Could you go to her room and teach her something?” As she spoke, the little girl’s hand pressed against my crotch, which startled me.

“No, Jenny, you’re not old enough… how can you…”

“Why not? When you were with Mommy, weren’t you this age too?”

These words left me speechless.

Jenny feigned tears, sobbing, "Please, Daddy, just once. Today is your precious little princess's birthday, and you've always loved her the most, haven't you?"

Faced with such a pretty face and a sweet, flawless voice, what father in the world could refuse?

Jenny led me to her room. As soon as we entered, she took off her clothes and put on a sexy nightgown. When that beautiful body I had seen since childhood was laid bare before me, I involuntarily looked away, unable to look directly at her.

"You don't need to look anywhere else, Daddy," Jenny said with a seductive smile. "Is there any part of this body you haven't seen or touched?"

She was right. Looking at my daughter's body, those familiar curves, it really resembled my mother's—slender and delicate, yet full of sexiness.

Then, my gaze fixed on that sexy nightgown, and fragments of memory gradually surfaced. It seemed to be the same nightgown she wore eighteen years ago, the first time I had sex with my mother.

"Where did you get this nightgown, my sweet daughter?"

Jenny, already lying in bed, smiled and said, "In other families, mothers pass on their wedding dresses to their daughters. It's the same in our family. Do you like it, Daddy?"

I smiled and said, "It's just as beautiful as it was back then."

Jenny gestured for me to sit beside her, and when I did, she laughed and said, "Daddy, what did it feel like to have sex with your own mother the night I was born eighteen years ago?"

I was utterly shocked by this question: "Jenny! I'm your father. We shouldn't, and can't, talk about this."

Jenny looked at me as if I were some absurd thing: "Daddy, your daughter is a grown woman now, or would you rather I learn these things from some stranger?"

This spoiled brat, actually using the same trick her mother used back then. This made me deeply realize that perhaps our family all has a promiscuous streak, a subconscious fondness for incest.

Jenny continued, "If you're too shy to say it directly, then showing me is just as good."

She lay down, spreading her legs wide to reveal her beautiful, moist, pink vulva. The familiar sight almost overlapped with how my mother had tempted me eighteen years ago. I realized once again that these two were indeed mother and daughter, and this thought was irresistible.

I lay down beside her, ripped off her nightgown, and brought my nose between her legs, sniffing and licking her vulva.

My tongue moved back and forth, like a puppy sucking milk. Jenny's little cunt quickly became wet from the mixture of her juices and my saliva.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Your naughty daughter can't wait any longer."

Of course, I wouldn't let her wait. Pulling open my robe, I pulled out my penis and, following the slippery flow of her juices, thrust it straight into her vulva. As I thrust in, I kissed Jenny while gently rubbing her pink nipples, slowly controlling the pace.

"Mmm, this feels so good, Daddy."

I pressed forward relentlessly until my entire penis was deep inside her honey pot, our two mismatched buttocks pressed tightly together, our pubic hair rubbing against each other, making strange, grating sounds.

Jenny moaned loudly, her voice reminding me of my mother in the bedroom.

I slowly withdrew, watching the look in her eyes; Jenny bravely met my gaze, her lovely face radiating womanly desire. Then, she thrust her buttocks forward, wrapping her legs around me, forcefully pulling my penis back in.

Stimulated by this seductive action, I quickly pressed her down, my hips swaying violently, thrusting in and out rapidly, ravaging this daughter who was teasing her father.

Jenny's wanton moans were so loud that I worried my mother in the other room might be awakened, so I kissed her lips, sealing her mouth to prevent the moans from echoing in the room, slowly and deliberately fucking her, the movements slow, yet more flavorful.

“Daddy.”

“What is it, baby?”

“Please promise me that from tonight onwards, you will keep fucking me, fucking this disobedient, naughty daughter.”

I stopped instantly, remembering that I had promised my mother a similar request. Since we treat each other equally, how could I favor one over the other?

“I promise you, my lovely little sweetheart.” I continued fucking her, diligently cultivating this female body, bringing the girl to orgasm in pleasure.

My semen boiled in my testicles; I was about to ejaculate.

“Did you use contraception, baby?”

“No, Daddy.” Jenny laughed, “What does it matter? Your daughter wants her brother to fill her up; I want to be like Mommy, to give you an incestuous baby.”

I trembled at her words, and then, a current shot from my testicles straight to my brain, and semen continuously gushed from my penis, shooting straight into my precious daughter’s uterus.

After about six spasms, I collapsed onto my daughter’s stomach. She stroked my hair, sighing softly like a little woman.

“I hope to give you a little boy, Daddy,” Jenny laughed. “And when he turns eighteen, I’ll make him sleep with his mother and give him a son.”

“You’re so selfish, only thinking of yourself. Why don’t you give us a little girl to play with?”

“With me and Mom, aren’t you enough, brother? Besides, we can have another one.” Jenny said, “You’re not allowed to go back tonight. I want you to stay with me all night.”

“No, I have to go back to our mother.”

“No way! You’ve been using that old hole for eighteen years, aren’t you tired of it?” Jenny whispered in my ear, “Compared to that, this newly deflowered cunt is more exciting!”

As usual, this willful and hot girl always has something surprising to do. She twisted her hips again, cleverly swallowing my penis back into her hole.

“Hehe, maybe you’re right, little tender cunt.” I patted my daughter’s little bottom and said with a double meaning, “I’ll stay inside all night.” As I spoke, I started thrusting again.

Jenny smiled and kissed me: "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, you tight little pussy."

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