[Urban] Incest is another form of care (Complete) - 22-24

Enjoying Mom's Tender Little Vagina (Extra Chapter)

Extra Chapter 1:

Ever since I made love to my younger sister, her periods have become irregular. The women in the family were quite worried about this. My younger sister was still quite young then, and her personality wasn't as calm as it is now. She was still much the same as when she was little—carefree and only knew how to play, never worrying about getting pregnant with my child.

Actually, later on, I always used condoms when I made love to my younger sister. If I didn't use a condom, I would ejaculate in her mouth or in my mother's and second sister's vaginas. It was a last resort. In the beginning, my younger sister and I were so engrossed in the pleasure of skin-to-skin contact that we didn't use any contraception. But after my mother and eldest sister accidentally got pregnant, the three women kept a close eye on my younger sister and me, afraid we would get pregnant.

When my eldest sister first found out that I had slept with my younger sister, she was furious and slapped me twice in front of my younger sister, making my ears ring. Then, like a madwoman, without saying a word, she started punching and kicking me. I felt a little guilty and didn't fight back. But my younger sister got upset when she saw I didn't fight back.

As her brother and her first man, she still valued me. After we had sex, I realized she had known all along what was going on between my mother and the other women, and she knew this relationship was wrong. It's impossible for her not to feel any jealousy towards the other three women in the family. I remember she was always afraid of my older sister, but at that time, in that situation, for the first time, she fought with her older sister for her brother, who was also her man. Seeing this, I couldn't just stand by and do nothing, so I joined in. The three of us ended up fighting in a chaotic mess for a long time.

Finally, my mother came in and saw us all in such a state. She growled and asked if we wanted the neighbors to know about our family's shameful affair. Only then did we quiet down. My mother separated her two daughters, and the three of us hugged each other and cried quietly for a long time. In the end, my older sister was persuaded by my mother and admitted the truth.

Afterwards, even when my eldest sister wasn't home, my mother and second sister would keep a close eye on my younger sister and me. They absolutely forbade me to ejaculate inside her without a condom.

My younger sister was quite rebellious at that time, and she argued with my mother and second sister several times about this. Privately, when we were having sex, she would occasionally play tricks, imitating the voices of actresses in pornographic films at the climax, while grabbing my buttocks and making me ejaculate inside her tender, hot vagina.

I essentially supported my mother and sister; after all, my mother had an abortion, and I didn't want my younger sister's body to be harmed, even though I knew that having sex with her was, in some ways, the greatest harm I could do to her. But if my younger sister tempted me even slightly, I couldn't control my penis; the difference between using a condom and not using one was too great for me.

My mother and second sister, due to health reasons, one had undergone sterilization, and the other couldn't conceive no matter what, which was similar to sterilization. Therefore, neither of them refused my ejaculation inside them. Long-standing habits are hard to break; old habits die hard.

After that argument, when my eldest sister came back, I noticed she was still a little awkward. Being a bit temperamental, I didn't speak to her. That night, my eldest sister took off her clothes, ran to my bed, and hugged me. After we were intimate, we were as passionate as ever.

After several frenzied sexual encounters, my eldest sister held me tightly with her still-warm body, licking my earlobe while using one hand to stroke my limp, sticky penis. Seeing me moaning with my eyes closed in enjoyment, my eldest sister slowly told me that my younger sister wasn't settled yet, begging me to take good care of her in the future. She also hinted that I shouldn't let her become too immersed in this illicit life too early. I understood the implication: my eldest sister was already in this situation, but my younger sister might find her own lover and escape this family life in the future.

I was exhausted from my older sister's frantic efforts, and before I knew it, I fell asleep. I don't know how I answered her in the end. But judging from her smile the next day, I guessed she agreed.

Man proposes, God disposes.

Unfortunately, my relationship with my younger sister didn't go as my older sister wished. She became increasingly dependent on me, especially after the car accident. In the hospital, she accidentally witnessed my mother trying to end my life so we could commit suicide together. After that, she became a completely different person, keeping everything bottled up inside.

Sometimes, looking at her somber expression, I was afraid she might do something drastic.

Only when we made love would she show her former lively personality, but once the climax was over, she would fall silent again. Women's hearts are truly hard for men to understand; I think I understand that saying a little better now. I overheard my playboy uncle and his womanizing wife talking about it while we were drinking.

The argument eventually came to the attention of my second sister, who then gave my eldest and youngest sisters strange looks for a while. I didn't know if she resented my eldest sister for hitting me or resented the addition of my youngest sister to share me.

I joked with my second sister in bed that it was a good thing she wasn't there, otherwise she would have definitely stood up for me, maybe even knocked my eldest sister unconscious. Because at that time, my second sister was completely subservient to my penis; if I said east, she would definitely go east, and if I said west, she would absolutely not go east.

My second sister just smiled and didn't say anything, continuing to suck my erect penis. When she looked up, I noticed her eyes were glistening; I knew they were tears. I hugged her and comforted her with random words. She sobbed softly, laughing, saying it was because my penis smelled too strong and she couldn't stand it.

I also remember one time when my second sister and I were making love, she asked me to choke her neck. I didn't understand what was going on and didn't dare. My second sister placed my hands on her neck, gesturing for me to push harder. In a moment of impulsiveness, I did as she instructed. I thrust my penis forcefully, trying to penetrate deep into her uterus, while simultaneously gripping the neck of this crazed woman beneath me tightly. She gasped for breath, her words broken as I choked her, telling me to continue, saying I'd soon find out why.

Finally, when I realized the gripping force inside her vagina was unbearable, and I trembled as I ejaculated a gush of hot semen inside her, I understood her purpose. It was the first time in my life I'd experienced the biting and sucking force of a woman's suffocating vagina. My erectile tissue was completely numb, unable to feel any pleasure.

If it weren't for the glans, I don't know if I would have witnessed the beautiful sight of my erectile tissue being pulled out.

Afterwards, I held my breathless second sister, the bruises on her neck catching in my mouth, listening to her panting murmur in my ear that she had almost passed out. But that strange, tight feeling in her pussy really gave me, the one inserting, an exhilarating, heaven-like pleasure.

I've played this dangerous game with all four women in my family. Another time it got dangerous was with my eldest sister. She couldn't control her strong-willed nature and liked to take the lead during sex. That time, she acted like she had a grudge against me, choking me hard until we were both dizzy and convulsing, one ejaculating, the other squirting, both of us collapsing on the bed, our faces turning blue, barely ending this deadly game.

Strangely enough, as she's gotten older, my mature eldest sister has actually come to love this kind of play. Even now, she still secretly plays it with me a few times, though we're not as unaware of the pressure as we used to be.

My mother and second sister only agreed to play this game to play along with me, but I always hesitated to go all out with them. I think it's probably because I still like them more. The only time I did go all out, I choked my mother so hard she stopped breathing.

Thankfully, my second sister was clear-headed and kicked me aside, still dazed, and used the first aid she'd learned at school to bring Mom back to life. After Mom woke up, she laughed and said that after so many years of being loose down there, she was finally tight again. She even asked me if it felt good, and I stammered that it did. My second sister scolded me for being heartless, and Mom covered her mouth.

Mom told us that everything went black for a moment, and then it was like she'd entered another world—a pure world, full of green grass and fragrant flowers.

At first, there was no one there. Then she saw her and me, naked, in this world, making love endlessly. Then our daughter appeared, and the three of us continued making love. Next, my older sisters appeared, and we continued making love until we all had daughters. After that, our family lived there, constantly making love. At this point, Mom said with some regret that we hadn't saved her; she could have continued being a grandmother and great-grandmother in that world.

As my second sister listened, she hugged my mother and cried. My mother reached out and hugged my sister and me, shifting her body slightly so I could continue the thrusting we hadn't finished. She whispered in my ear that she wanted to have a corrective surgery so she could have a son or daughter. I wanted to shake my head, but after looking at my sister and then at my mother, I nodded in agreement. After that, I never dared to play those kinds of sex games with my mother again. After hearing what my mother said, my second sister became even more engrossed in her research on consanguineous pregnancy and childbirth at school. We all believed she would achieve something.

Looking back now, I think our whole family must have been crazy back then, risking our own and our loved ones' lives for this twisted sex.

Sometimes when the family chats, my eldest sister will joke about it, saying she didn't take the opportunity to strangle me so my mother and sister could escape their misery. My mother and younger sister would just smile slightly, because they and I knew that the five of us were now a complete, inseparable whole, and no one would be happy without the others.

One thing I should add about that suffocation game is that when I played it with the women in my family, the movie *In the Realm of the Senses* hadn't been released yet. When my younger sister found it online, she was overjoyed. She dragged the whole family to watch it together. She stripped naked and sat on my lap, groping for my gradually erect penis and gently stroking it against her labia.

I held her smooth body in my arms, pinching her pink nipples with my fingers. When the sex scenes came on, she moaned loudly and practiced the positions with me. After the movie ended, I didn't remember much of the plot, only that all four women in my family had more purple welts around their necks. My penis was covered in red marks that took a long time to return to its normal color.

This little pervert of mine became obsessed with downloading movies after discovering the internet. She only liked one type of movie: incestuous ones—what could she do, living in such a family? Whether it's French, German, American, or Japanese, as long as it's incest, she doesn't care if it's between mother and son, brother and sister, or siblings; she takes it all. I bought a dozen hard drives for my computer, and she filled them all with these kinds of videos.

Of course, as a young girl who follows the trends of the times, she also likes instant messaging, and likes to pretend to be the Big Bad Wolf who likes Little Red Riding Hood to deceive little girls online. When she gets excited, she'll pull down my pants, take out her special penis, and bounce her gradually growing little slutty buttocks while we have sex, trembling as she verbally banters with the little girls in Martian language. Of course, the little girls on the other side of the internet always think I'm the little sister, because the little sister always makes me the male lead in the webcam; she never actually shows her face.

Those little girls even argued a few times about the size of my penis, which amused me so much that I excitedly penetrated the little sister on the other side of the screen, making her scream. I once asked my younger sister why she didn't like chatting with men. She said that I was enough for her. After saying that, she continued to discuss the differences between the post-90s, post-80s, and post-00s generations with the little red-hats in a style I didn't quite understand. At this time, my penis, of course, had to continue thrusting in and out of her cunt to cheer her up.

My mother is a woman of her word. After telling me, she really had my second sister take her to our family hospital (which was later jointly opened by my uncle and my family. Because of the large foreign investment and my second sister's expertise, it was very famous in our hometown) for fallopian tube restoration surgery. My second sister performed the surgery herself. By this time, my second sister had become an expert in the field of women's reproductive health, and had published many related papers internationally.

Since there was such a readily available talent, why not take advantage of it? According to my second sister, the surgery was very successful. After the surgery, perhaps to help my mother recover, my second sister secretly found someone to get a fresh placenta from a new mother, cooked porridge and other dishes, and tricked my mother into eating it. As an intellectual, my mother was very averse to this kind of thing. Unfortunately, my second sister was no longer the obedient little daughter she used to be; she was now clearly a step ahead of her mother, convincing her that it was a biological product she had researched herself. After eating it, she even praised the taste.

My second sister secretly gave the remaining placenta to my eldest sister, youngest sister, and me. I didn't feel anything about it because when I lived in the countryside as a child, my grandfather made me eat my placenta after my mother gave birth to me. Placenta as a medicinal material isn't as terrible as you might imagine. Some movies and TV shows portray it as utterly heinous, but that's just for propaganda purposes. My eldest sister and youngest sister were now completely subservient to me, so we silently ate the placenta.

That night, the three sisters and I stayed in bed until dawn, our penises almost chafed raw, and the four of us were still entangled together. It wasn't until the next afternoon, when my mother and that scheming aunt opened the door, that I finally ejaculated into my youngest sister's bloodshot anus. My younger sister's final scream startled my aunt, causing her to fall heavily onto the carpet in the living room. When I came out for dinner that night, I could still see a damp patch there. That night, my aunt, nicknamed "Black Peony

," gave me a very strange look. My mother secretly laughed, while my younger sister, for the first time, shyly lowered her head and twisted and pinched my thigh. I could only chuckle and look at the women, unsure of what to say. The matter of the placenta wasn't hidden from my mother. Aside from a few dry heaving episodes, she didn't react much.

My second sister asked if I had noticed that my mother's skin looked better than before. Over the next few days, I observed her closely and it was indeed true. My mother's skin was already much better than others her age, and it became even more so after consuming the placenta.

Not to mention, even the skin on my penis became more lustrous. It seemed this stuff really worked.

A week later, my second sister somehow got another one. Before dinner, I asked my eldest and youngest sisters to help prepare it. My mother hadn't slept well the night before because of my antics and slept from the afternoon until evening. I grabbed a bathrobe and carried my still languid mother downstairs.

The group ate dinner, chatting about funny things that had happened during the day. Mom, in a coquettish tone, asked me to feed her. At my second sister's prompting, I used chopsticks to pick up a piece of "nutritious food" and offered it to her. Mom shook her head, so I chewed it first and then fed it to her. We ate for almost an hour and a half. That "nutritious food" was completely devoured. By the end, only my second sister, her eyes red, remained across the table.

Mom's bathrobe, which I had been holding, had fallen to the floor. Her naked body, heated by my caresses, flushed with a rosy hue. Her labia parted, and drops of vaginal fluid dripped onto the head of my younger sister, who was nibbling on my penis. The sticky liquid matted her long hair together. My younger sister sensed something was wrong, shook her hair, and looked up at us, mother and son, with a lewd grin. She lowered her head and continued her solitary melody.

And my eldest sister? She lay on the table with her legs wide open on my side, the dishes beneath her already swept aside. As she skillfully rubbed between her legs, her smooth, hairless vulva was gushing with lustful fluid.

On a whim, I pulled my hand out of my mother's vagina and moved my small bowl to directly beneath my older sister's vulva. Perhaps there really is a telepathic connection between siblings; she seemed to know what I wanted her to do. My older sister's stomach twitched, she shifted her position, and a colorless jet of fluid shot out of her urethra in an arc, splashing the porcelain bowl with a clattering sound until it was almost full.

But I didn't let her go. I reached out and pulled my older sister closer, feeling for her already swollen clitoris, and skillfully twisted it. Soon, my older sister's vagina helplessly gushed out streams of white fluid.

I quickly placed the bowl against the opening of her vagina, and this time it was finally full.

My mother, no longer stimulated by my fingers, saw the lewd scene before her, tapped my forehead with her finger, and chuckled wickedly. She was the first to pick up the bowl, her alluring eyes gazing at me affectionately, and slowly took her first sip. I went next, then to my younger sister, and finally to my eldest sister, who was panting heavily at the table. As for my second sister across from me, we didn't need to worry about her anymore; she was lying on the chair, her legs propped up on the table

, happily masturbating. I don't know why our desires were so strong that night. My mother was the first one I penetrated, not her vagina, but her anus. My mother clung to my neck wantonly, and I tossed her up in the air before letting go. She slammed down hard, and the violent scraping of her rectum gave us both intense sensations. My younger sister next to me stuck out her long tongue like a puppy in the summer heat, and I stuck mine out too. She quickly kissed my lips before my mother could, our tongues intertwining and separating, leaving a long, shiny trail.

I heard that familiar sound coming from the table again. My mother and I turned to look, and my eldest sister, like an automatic spinning wheel, aimed her vulva at us. A stream of fluid gushed out from between her labia again, like a rainbow after the rain under the light. Where the rainbow fell, my second sister was already waiting, mouth agape.

That's when I realized my little sister was gone. Suddenly, my back tightened as two small, firm mounds of flesh pressed against it. My little sister cried out, hugging my thick back and rubbing her adorable breasts against me. My mother and I, like wind-up toys, began to move wildly—anus, mouth, cunt, cunt, mouth, anus. Finally, I laid my mother down, knelt on top of her, grabbed her two breasts, which I had squeezed until they were multicolored, and clamped them between my fiery red penis, thrusting rapidly. My little sister, like a real little bitch, licked my scrotum, testicles, and anus.

A few rainbows danced by, and my eldest sister, like a madwoman, jumped off the table and pounced on me along with my second sister. I had to move to another spot, stacking them on top of my mother, the three of us, mother and daughters, with our different-sized cunts lined up together.

A few minutes later, my two older sisters had reached their climax, spraying all over the floor. I was staring blankly at my mother's swollen vulva when my younger sister nimbly rolled over from behind. I grabbed her long, slender thighs, spread them open, and thrust inside.

A few minutes later, my mother struggled to push her two daughters off her, slowly came to me, pushed me down, and sat on my face. I understood and began licking her hairy, wet vulva. A lullaby-like moan filled my ears, and in a blur, I seemed to return to my distant childhood.

That night, the five of us went wild again. The next day was the weekend, and the rest of us, now sober, laughed and joked as we started cleaning the messy room.

My second sister said something, and after hearing it, we all went over and tickled her, then the five of us burst into laughter.

My second sister said, "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have added the aphrodisiac I just developed last night, except for the placenta."

This is just a joke in our family about supplements. Actually, after achieving success in her medical studies, my second sister focused her energy on this area besides fertility research. One reason is that aphrodisiacs are a quick way to make money in today's society. Another reason is that my second sister was afraid I wouldn't be able to control the increasingly high libidos of the women in the family.

Later, my physical condition (my childhood martial arts training wasn't for nothing) and high-quality sex life finally put my second sister at ease. However, another problem surfaced: they were finding it harder to keep up with my desires. Often, their vaginas would be swollen like Shandong steamed buns from my penis, but I still wouldn't have the urge to ejaculate.

My second sister had to start looking for a preparation that could balance our desires again.

Oh, and I almost forgot, another consequence of that night was that my mother finally got pregnant.

My second sister had tests done according to her research theory, and my mother was carrying a girl.

I wonder what my mother saw during her one and only near-death experience meant? A daughter?

Heh.

"Brother, come here! Come here quickly! Hurry up!" My little sister called out to me from downstairs. Sorry, readers, this little devil's call has forced me to stop, save the article, and put my computer into sleep mode.

Passing by my mother's room, I tucked her blanket in to keep her warm. Although there was air conditioning, I was still a little worried. Since finding out I was pregnant, my mother has been sleeping much more.

Passing by my eldest sister's room, she was practicing yoga on the carpet by the window.

"Little sister's looking for you," she said, her head slowly emerging from between her legs. I squatted down and gently flicked her camel toe under her yoga clothes. She snorted, her legs warm, and gave me a reproachful look. I rubbed her warm toe with my hand until it became damp, then stood up and went downstairs.

"I'll squeeze you to death tonight! You bad boy! You made me change clothes again!" My eldest sister thought I hadn't heard her. However, after my older sister started practicing yoga, her pussy did become much tighter, and its elasticity, unlike my mother's, made me linger.

It seems that my unintentional complaint when I was having sex with my older sister was actually true.

"What do you want?" When we got downstairs, my younger sister stood up to make room for me. I sat down and unzipped my pants. My younger sister lifted her short skirt, and this little slut wasn't wearing any underwear! She skillfully pulled my already erect penis and aimed it at her pussy. My younger sister happily sat down, and the fleshy feeling made us both groan at the same time.

"What do you want me to do? Why are you so wet?" I asked, holding the cute little woman in my arms.

There didn't seem to be anything to see on the screen.

"Look at what I recorded." I leaned on my younger sister's shoulder, and she pressed the remote control and began to slowly move up and down, moaning.

"They are father and daughter. This father has kept his daughter locked up for more than ten years and has had many children with her." My younger sister explained to me.

It turned out to be the Austrian father-daughter incest case from a while ago. My younger sister thought I didn't know about it.

"I've seen it online, little thing." I applied a little more force, and my little sister turned to look at me. Knowing she wasn't satisfied, I had no choice but to continue thrusting slowly. Only then did she turn her head back. It's strange that she seems to prefer this gentler way of thrusting lately.

"I thought you didn't care about these things, brother." My little sister had shown me similar reports about father-daughter incest before, and I hadn't said anything, so she assumed I wasn't interested in that kind of thing.

"It's a pity he got caught." My little sister seemed to feel some sympathy for that beastly father. This isn't a good sign.

"What's a pity? He deserved to be caught. He didn't cherish women at all!" I said, though I wasn't entirely sure.

At this moment, my sister had turned around, and we started making love face-to-face. I secretly glanced at my little sister. She squinted and did another big thrust. After regaining my senses, what she said made my penis swell even more.

"Brother, how about I make my future daughter your wife?"

"Yes!! Yes!! Yes!!" After three loud shouts, my little sister also ejaculated three times.

"You little slut!" came my second sister's voice from behind.

"I'm not as slutty as you! You...you..." My younger sister was powerless from my ministrations, her retorts becoming weak as well.

"I have something good for you today, but if you say anything more, I won't give it to you! Hehe." My second sister's breasts slid across my neck through her clothes. To stabilize myself, I had to grab one of them, finally pinning her down. My second sister bit my ear.

"I'll do it to you tonight, hehe. I'm going upstairs to see Mom first." My second sister pressed my hand down and rubbed her breasts a few times before getting away, giving my younger sister's little slutty buttocks a hard slap. My younger sister tensed up, her cunt bulging with muscles. I saw that it was about time, so I ejaculated inside her amidst her loud cries.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you to wear a condom! How did you ejaculate inside? Today is my ovulation period." My younger sister asked me innocently afterward. I angrily bit her little mouth a few times and pinched her two little breasts a few times. The little one finally shut up and snuggled into my arms.

Stroking the smooth skin of her back, I heard footsteps and my second sister's voice.

"Great news! You don't have to worry anymore! We won't have to worry about getting pregnant anymore! My research has made a major breakthrough!"

Turning around, I saw not only my second sister, but also my eldest sister and mother.

Could it be that Mom's dream was really going to come true?

I looked down at my little sister in my arms.

"Brother, I want to give you a daughter!" my little sister said earnestly, blinking her eyes.

Side Story Two

"Huff...huff...huff..." When I sleep with Mom, I always wake up before her, and then I patiently listen to her amusing, soft snores while staring blankly at the ceiling. I developed this habit a long time ago, even before Mom was pregnant, I did this every day until my second sister came to call us for breakfast before I actually got out of bed to wash up. Today was no exception.

My blissful cock soaked in my mother's cunt all night. The temperature inside a pregnant woman's cunt is quite high, and it felt pretty good. My mother's cunt was practically a fleshy heater specifically for warming my cock.

Last night, it was just me, my eldest sister, and my mother in bed. My younger sister and second sister whispered something and went to sleep in my second sister's room. Although my eldest sister was there as a backup for sex, she was the first to beg for mercy when I got aroused.

She squirted once during foreplay, then came again with my mother and me working together to make her cum. The last time was when I penetrated her anus. At that moment, my eldest sister seemed to lose control; the sound of the fluid spurting out of her cunt was surprisingly similar to the sound of a fart. My usually serious eldest sister rarely did something so amusing, which naturally made my mother and me laugh out loud.

My older sister blushed and repeatedly said she couldn't go on. While my mother and I cleaned her body with towels and helped soothe her cramped little toe, we teased her, who was still limp and slumped there. Her soaked body was like a cooked noodle, limp and powerless, lying there pleadingly looking at my still-erect penis.

My mother's vagina was a little swollen and red; afraid she couldn't take it, I didn't continue thrusting inside her. My mother, who doted on her children, lovingly stroked me with her hand, the gurgling sounds making her and my sister swallow hard. Not wanting me to suffer too much, my mother finally pulled up my still somewhat dazed older sister, and the two of them sucked for almost an hour before I ejaculated.

When I gently pulled my penis out of my mother's body, she only whimpered slightly, then turned over and continued to sleep soundly like a lazy, fat cat. As my penis was pulled out, a stream of white fluid flowed onto my thigh. I quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped it off.

My older sister's clothes weren't in the room; she must have gone out for her morning exercise early. My usual exercise spot had long since changed to my bed. I

jumped out of bed, went to the window, and gently pulled back the curtains. It was foggy outside, and I couldn't see anything clearly. According to my biological clock, it should be a little before 6 a.m. I wondered if my older sister was back yet; staying outside for too long in this weather wasn't good for her health.

"Awooo! Awooo..." The barking sounded very muffled through the glass. It was my aunt across the street, Black Beauty's, Tibetan Mastiff, which I had asked a friend in Tibet to buy for me. Every morning, it would bark to assert its presence. Since they got it, the other dogs in the villa area didn't dare to bark much.

Speaking of my aunt Black Beauty, ever since my uncle took his teenage new wife abroad, she had become increasingly depressed. My mother had advised her to remarry, but she refused. She was a strange person.

My stunningly beautiful little cousin lives with my aunt, while my cool little cousin has gone abroad with my uncle to enjoy life.

My aunt initially enrolled my little cousin in a private girls' school, but soon the students, jealous of her looks, frequently bullied the quiet girl. So, my aunt hired a private tutor, only to discover that the tutor was a lesbian who wanted to have sex with my little cousin. Terrified, my little cousin told my aunt, who angrily canceled the tutoring. Luckily,

my older sister was free, so my mother asked her to tutor my little cousin. Thankfully, my older sister has a strong constitution and didn't cause any trouble. My little cousin and aunt visited a few times, and each time my penis underwent a test. Every time I saw my little cousin, my penis would involuntarily become erect, and then my extremely jealous little cousin would relentlessly ravage it.

The outermost edge of this land was a dense thicket of towering trees. Beyond the trees lay farmland radiating from the irrigation center, followed by a shimmering artificial lake, and then the servants' quarters. Beyond the thick security perimeter, at the very back, was where my family of five and my aunt, the Black Beauty, now lived—a villa district prepared for those of us who had become wealthy first. The villa

district was modeled after foreign farmhouses and castles, and the entire area occupied the farmland that our large family had once owned. Now, the farmland is managed by specialized people, and I, living in the villa, only need to collect the money. I never imagined I would become the kind of large landowner described in my childhood books. Ultimately, I have to thank the policies for this, haha, but I digress. My grandparents

passed away, and the bulk of their inheritance went to my father. Then my father passed away. Back then, the inheritance rules in the family weren't as complicated as they are now, and there wasn't much fighting over profits. As the eldest son, it was only natural that I should inherit.

The story didn't end there. Several uncles left, scattered, or died. It was at this time that my uncle, who had started engaging in shady dealings, did our family a huge favor. He secretly manipulated things.

Miraculously, a will made by my grandfather appeared (he only verbally outlined the division of the family property before his death). Miraculously, most of the properties belonging to the other uncles, except for my third uncle, were transferred to my name (my second uncle had already done this before moving to the provincial capital, my fourth uncle had settled abroad and had no intention of returning, so his property was useless to him, and my third uncle was still living there). Incidentally, it also miraculously sent the Zhou family member who wanted to seize my fifth uncle's property (the one I almost beat into a concussion as a child) to prison.

The charge was supposedly smuggling a huge amount of drugs. Old Man Zhou immediately ate a peanut, and the Zhou family women, seeing no hope, immediately ran back to their parents' home. Zhou's son was sentenced to life imprisonment, but unfortunately, he died in a prison fire while trying to save state property. Although my uncle didn't tell me explicitly, I knew very well how the Zhou family had fallen so low as to be destroyed.

Back then, how powerful was my uncle? Just think about it, even the top figures in both the legitimate and underworld circles of our hometown would have to give way to him if they encountered his car on the road! Taking down that Zhou guy wouldn't have been difficult at all.

I started to suspect I was my uncle's illegitimate son. He treated me, his nephew, better than his own son. When I asked my mother about it, I got a scolding, which meant I couldn't have sex with her for a month.

It turned out this was just my delusions; my uncle's feelings for my mother were purely platonic, like sibling affection, and his feelings for me were simply affection. This stemmed from a few incidents where my stance and judgment aligned perfectly with his.

My final conclusion was that there are very few beasts in the world as reckless as me.

With the Zhou family gone, our family was the only one in power. My uncle painstakingly cultivated another person specifically to oppose us, claiming to be a descendant of the Zhou family. Who knows where he found him? All I know is that this so-called descendant acted like a mouse before a cat whenever he saw my uncle, doing whatever he said.

My uncle secretly told me this was to divert attention; a family being too arrogant wasn't good, and I understood that perfectly.

Later, I went to university in Beijing, and my mother and her group of women continued to manage the household.

I graduated during the internet boom, and with my family's savings and my uncle's guidance, I made a fortune before quickly exiting. Then, I used the money I earned to continue learning real estate speculation with my uncle. During this time, my uncle, through connections in the Beijing Military Region, got me a house there. However, I only stayed there a few times. Every time I went in, a sentry saluted me (strictly speaking, saluted my car's license plate number), which made my heart pound. I was terrified that a bunch of people would jump out, break down the car door, drag me out, and say, "I'll beat you to death, you incestuous beast!"

When my mother heard about this, she laughed at me for having the guts to sleep with her but not for accepting a salute. I could only laugh it off, thinking to myself that deep down I was still a coward.

Because of this, the house in Beijing is still empty. My older sister occasionally sends someone over to tidy it up. It serves as a temporary place for me when I occasionally visit Beijing.

I remember when we first got the house, my mother and I made love there once. While we were making love, we heard a whistle outside. Both my mother and I felt guilty. My mother was probably a little better off than me; her hedonistic mindset helped her a lot. Even so, that climax was the most intimate we'd ever experienced since we started having sex.

To the sound of the whistle, my mother and I watched our blood-filled genitals rub intensely together, our love juices splattering on the floor. Desire relentlessly pushed us to the peak of incestuous lust. As the last note of the whistle faded, I felt as if I had been enlightened; a mental bridge connecting me to my mother seemed to have appeared in my mind.

For a moment, my mother and I were like lovers who had experienced life and death, our hearts in perfect harmony, each other's desires and thoughts surfacing in our minds.

My mother and I gazed deeply into each other's eyes, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

I roughly followed the thoughts my mother had received in my mind, pressing her against the windowpane.

Sweat poured down my face like rain. My thick, engorged penis stretched open my mother's soft, cotton-like cervix. For two or three minutes, I ejaculated inside her womb, the hot semen driving her wild, throbbing, like a frenzied cat in heat, hissing and screaming. Even with my hands held captive, she frantically clawed at the window, her sharp, red-stained nails scraping the glass with a loud swishing sound.

At that moment, my mother's only thought was to break the window so the whole world could see her wanton state as her son fucked her to the point of ecstasy.

After the climax, we both collapsed, panting, onto the unfinished floor. After that, no matter how hard my mother and I tried, we never again experienced that feeling of interconnected thoughts and emotions. When I told my second sister and the others about it, they all said it was just our hallucination.

The house my father bought is still there; the land value has increased rapidly, and while others want to buy it, my mother has always refused. I didn't care about it; my family's wealth meant we didn't care about that little bit of money. The buyer persisted, and in the end, we didn't buy the house, but we became business partners.

My younger sister isn't actually an ignorant girl who only knows how to chat and joke all day—she's a young woman now, but she still looks like a petite woman, especially her shapely buttocks and breasts. She's the thinnest in the family, and she longs to go from a skinny beauty to a voluptuous one, but it's just a wish.

My younger sister's online store is very successful; I had the opportunity to visit it once. It sells merchandise related to anime aimed at women. I later found those anime on a search engine, and they were all about incest between siblings.

My younger sister and I have no secrets; she told me that the people who buy her products are all little girls she has a nude chat with online (I'm the one who provides the nudity). I wondered if this would lead to more incestuous families, but that's no longer our concern.

The new research results my second sister told us about that night were indeed true, and they were immediately applied to my mother, a pregnant woman nearing 50.

When Mom returned from her surgery, my second sister told me that the fallopian tube repair surgery was done quite late. If it had been a few months later, something I didn't want to see might have happened. So, after Mom became pregnant, we were all anxiously walking on eggshells, afraid something bad might happen.

My second sister, with the air of a student council leader, stood on the sofa, her face flushed with excitement, and told us that she had conducted ample experiments and in vivo tests on her drug, so its safety was not a concern. She named the drug "ina," which must be related to DNA and RNA.

Her drug could cause genetic mutations in embryos conceived by direct blood relatives—mutations for the better, of course. The resulting baby would inherit all the advantageous genes from both the father and mother, growing up healthily.

The pregnant mother wouldn't have the same anxieties as ordinary pregnant women; no amount of activity would affect the embryo's development. In layman's terms, this embryo would be incredibly resilient. It seemed Mom and I could continue our various perverse sexual practices during her pregnancy without worrying about the baby inside her.

My second sister always liked to start with good news, and sure enough, what she said that night left our whole family utterly astonished.

The only drawback of this gene-editing agent was that it had to come from direct blood relatives, and only fertilized eggs from sexual relations between direct blood relatives like us would be affected. Furthermore, the resulting embryos could only be female. My second sister explained that this was due to limitations in our human genes, using a lot of technical jargon that we didn't understand. However, we did learn one thing: from now on, I could have healthy babies with any woman in the family, but only girls

, never boys. After understanding, Mom looked at me and asked my second sister if there were any other solutions. If this problem couldn't be solved, wouldn't our family line be essentially extinct? I was about to say that having a boy or a girl was the same when my second sister revealed her mischievous side; she forgot to mention a huge advantage of this agent.

It turns out that it's not only effective for pregnant women, but also for men and women who haven't conceived, as it can prolong life, promote cell vitality, and maintain appearance. My second sister said that according to her calculations, one milligram of this preparation could allow our whole family to live to over 90 years old. If the dosage is appropriately increased, living to the sixty years mentioned in martial arts novels is not a problem. So as long as I inject a certain dose of INA, our family will continue to exist. The only problem then will probably be how to explain this mutation to outsiders.

After the discussion ended, my second sister rested her head on my shoulder, her body bobbing up and down on my penis as she muttered to herself. I couldn't quite make out what she was saying, except for the word "penis." Because the noise was so loud, and the biggest problem between us—pregnancy—had been resolved, my eldest and youngest sisters happily dragged Mom down drinking heavily. Once drunk, they went on a rampage, shouting that they were the last gods on Earth, saying they would form a female superpowered army to rule the planet. Then they stripped off their clothes and jumped onto the sofa and coffee table, making a complete mess of the house.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I took my second sister, who was also rambling incoherently from being fucked, and went upstairs to sleep. When I got up to pee that night, I could still hear the women downstairs hoarsely chanting something about a moon goddess.

"Still not up?" My little sister's voice brought me back to reality from that night. "Oh...

stop it... you little devil... let Mommy sleep a little longer, your brother made me sore all over last night...

don't... don't tickle... ha... haha... don't tickle Mommy... you little rascal!"

My little sister, who had come from next door, jumped onto the bed and played with my mother. She was naked from the waist up, her two small, pointed breasts swaying in front of me, and she was only wearing a thong, her shaved little pussy exposed.

She soon learned the consequences of not wearing enough clothes. When Mommy was being naughty, she was just like a big little sister. While my little sister wasn't paying attention, Mommy stuck a finger into her pussy from behind. My little sister cried out as her "pussy" was stimulated. Mommy gestured for me to come over, and I quickly bit one of my little sister's breasts into my mouth.

"Ah! Brother, you're bad! Bad...bad...no...bad mommy! Don't...there...okay...be gentle...you're sucking...brother...you're sucking my...heart! Ah! Brother! Waaah...waaah...bad...waaah...so bad...waaah...bad mommy! Waaah...I'm suffocating...waaah...I'm suffocating!" My little sister's mouth and cunt were being ravaged by my mom and me in turns. She was kicking her white legs wildly on the bed, and it looked like a morning sex affair was about to begin. I had already knelt between my little sister's legs.

"Okay, hurry up and get down, your second sister is waiting for you." My eldest sister also came in and rescued my little sister from my bad brother and bad mom. She patted my little sister's horny buttocks. My little sister made a face, grabbed her thong that had fallen down, and went back to her room to get dressed.

After my eldest sister went downstairs, I leisurely continued helping my mother get dressed. In the bathroom, I brushed my teeth while my mother knelt on the floor, diligently helping me with my erection. After we finished, she rinsed her mouth with my semen before we went downstairs for dinner. My eldest sister's tone suggested my second sister had something to say.

"Second sister, is there something wrong with that medicine?" My youngest sister, who recently claimed she wanted to lose weight, asked first while we were eating.

"Hmm..." My second sister hastily swallowed a glutinous rice ball, burning herself badly. She fanned her mouth with her hand a few times. "It's not a problem, but I think I should tell you... uh, I'm so full." She finished the whole bowl of glutinous rice balls. My

second sister seems determined to say something shocking; after she said it, my mother, eldest sister, and youngest sister were speechless again.

I remained calm because my second sister had already told me in bed the day before yesterday. It seems she finally decided to tell me today.

"Hehe, since our family is already like this, and everyone is enjoying their current life. The most important thing is that I can live so many more years, and I can be with my children. Mom is content." After a while, Mom looked up at us and said.

"Anyway, I want to give my brother a daughter." My little sister, like a koala, said coquettishly while clinging to me. When she sat down, her face was strangely bizarre because my unruly penis had accidentally entered her cunt.

"Won't you be exhausted!" My eldest sister saw what my little sister and I were doing, her face flushed, and she ignored us, asking Mom and my second sister in surprise, "Is that all you want?" "That

's it." Mom, my second sister, and my little sister had obviously reached a consensus.

"You wish, you naughty thing!" My eldest sister glared at me resentfully, and after a long while, she laughed too. "Alright, the whole family has voted and approved. From now on, all the daughters we have will be yours. Good job, our man..."

Yes, the second sister's "addition" this time was: although I and all the women in the family can give birth to healthy female babies, these babies must be conceived through intercourse with me and them (who share some of the same DNA) after birth, plus the help of an INA preparation, to ensure the baby lives past nine years old. Otherwise, she'll still die. A

nine-year-old little girl should be even tighter than my younger sister was the first time, right? Whether I can even get through will be a big problem.

I seem to be getting more and more wicked. How could I accept their arrangement so easily? Am I really a reincarnated beast? But I've heard that even beasts know not to commit incest? So confusing, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll just follow my penis's guidance and accept whatever comes my way.

My little sister, nestled in my arms, bit my shoulder, her frail body trembling as if she had malaria. Her love juices, unsurprisingly, soaked my pants and the seat. I gently nudged the fleshy bud at the end of her vulva, and the labia tightened instantly. I looked up and saw a hint of seductive allure in her eyes.

My mother and the others ignored us two little sluts, continuing their conversation and finishing the rest of their food. It felt really good to be ignored!

"Mom, could you move a little closer, please…" my little sister shamelessly took over my mother's place in my arms, pressing her face against my naked, hairy chest, and began to suckle my nipple with her tongue in a pleading manner. "Your brother doesn't have any milk, what are you sucking for..." My mother's words carried a hint of jealousy. I pulled her back to my side, slipped my hand inside her maternity clothes, and gently squeezed one of her large breasts. My mother closed her eyes slightly and continued kissing me, while a small hand reached towards my lower body.

"Mom, you're too late, hehe." It turned out my penis had already been pulled out by my little sister to get some fresh air. My daughter had snatched what was almost mine, and my mother pinched my thigh in anger. I pretended to cry out in pain, knowing full well that my son was just faking it, but my mother still quickly bent down and licked the spot where I had been pinched with her little red tongue. "What a lewd family, son fucking mother, brother fucking sister. How shameless!" Opposite us was the older sister continuing her yoga practice.

She was mercilessly criticizing us from a moralist's perspective.

However, this critic's own attire was rather strange; the characteristic of her attire was that she was completely naked.

The three of us watched as our eldest sister contorted her body, her lipstick-covered lips babbling out these words beside her own vulva. Such criticism was indeed powerful (her body was bent like that), creative (we'd never seen anything like it before), and symbolic of feminism (that was my feeling after seeing her vulva). But why did our desire for intercourse feel even stronger after hearing it?

"Hmph, you're all exhausted, you bad little brother, why don't you come and make love to your sister first? You bad mother, stealing my brother? You bad little sister, you little vixen! Hmph, you're all exhausted! You're all exhausted! Huff huff, so tired! So much sweat… Waaah… I can't take it anymore… My little mouth down there is so itchy… I should do it myself… uh… no… I should do it myself with my mouth!"

I tried hard to understand what my eldest sister was saying, and after I understood, I told my mother and younger sister. Six eyes stared at our desperate eldest sister, watching her perform an unprecedented act of masturbation in the most powerful position ever. I've only ever seen men do this in movies. I whispered it in my mother's and younger sister's ears, and they were amazed.

Imagine, a naked, sexy woman, using her tongue in her small mouth to lick her own vulva like a kitten grooming itself—what a sensual sight that would be! Big Sister! She truly is my big sister! I admire you so much! The three of us watched with admiration as she diligently pleased herself, striving to reach orgasm. But things didn't go as planned. While I had already made Mom and my younger sister swell up with vaginal fluid, Big Sister was still there, humming and sucking on herself.

I couldn't let her down any longer. I lunged forward, my gleaming, golden cock—well, that's just sunlight reflecting off it—immediately attracting her attention. She stopped her self-torture, opened her clean-shaven mouth wide, and I thrust my entire cock inside. She sucked a few times, then shook her head repeatedly. Only then did I notice that the long-bearded, vertical mouth next to her small mouth hadn't been satisfied yet.

"Standing upright is crucial," my older sister's eyes seemed to say to me. *Pfft*, my older sister rolled her eyes as my entire penis plunged into her cunt. The head of my penis was already inside her uterus, and the little fleshy mouth at her cervix would bite me every few seconds, a tingling sensation penetrating to my very bones. At this moment, my older sister recovered, sticking out her wet tongue to lick my two hot testicles.

"Sister...in the future...I...I...still...want...to...play...like...with...you

...okay...is...okay..." With each word that escaped her lips, the hardness and length of my penis increased by another order of magnitude. My thick penis, like a red-hot iron rod, fucked my older sister until both of her mouths were constantly spewing white foam. "Die! Die...die...sister...die! I'm dying of pleasure...ah...fuck...die...sister...good...good brother...good husband...fuck me to death! Ah...ah...ah...so good...ah...so good...ah..."

"Big sister seems very tired. Brother, you're so bad, making big sister do such strenuous exercise."

It's afternoon now. Big sister was foaming at the mouth and passed out from being fucked by me this morning.

Because big sister was in a yoga pose when we made love, when my mother and I carried big sister to bed, she was still in that difficult position and hadn't let go. I tried to pry open big sister's arms and legs, but big sister's strength was too great, and I couldn't pry them open at all. I hope she can recover by herself when she wakes up tonight. What a sin, but the taste of what I just had with big sister was really good.

Shameless thoughts raced through my mind. I was naked from the waist down, leaning against the headboard, pretending to read a novel, while my younger sister lay sprawled on my lap, her long, glossy black hair cascading down the bed, holding an e-reader and reading an incestuous novel she'd downloaded online.

Oh, I forgot to mention another of her hobbies: after downloading incest novels, she would change the names of the main characters and female leads to my mother's and my names, saying it made it more realistic, and I actually believed her.

"Brother, why is it soft again? You're so young, how can you be so weak? I know, come on, let your little sister help you." Seeing my penis weaken beside my face, my younger sister hurriedly called out to the urethral opening to reinforce it, and some of my blood once again filled the corpora cavernosa of my penis.

"Mmm, now it's okay, so hot, so hard, ooh... ooh... so... delicious... brother's dick is the best... ooh... slurp slurp," the little sister's oral sex skills are now comparable to her mother's. The veins on my penis are tingling, and I'm already feeling the urge to ejaculate.

"Xiao Fei, don't rush... wait until your sister finishes reading this story before you drink your milk, okay... be good... come on... don't be afraid... just let your sister touch it..." The little sister tasted the penis dripping from her lips, turned her head and continued to stroke my seemingly devouring penis with her other hand, while her free hand continued to click the next page button on the reader.

"Wow, finally, I'm going to witness this great moment! The son is starting to fuck his mother! Xiao Fei... look...

the son's penis has already entered the mother's uterus! The mother's juices are coming out! What will the mother feel? It must be even more comfortable than the brother fucking the sister!" The little sister muttered the article while speeding up her stroking.

"Xiaofei, hold on tight, don't come out early, or your little sister won't let you touch her anymore... Ah! Brother! Why did you ejaculate? It's all over the screen! Bad brother!

Bad brother! I'll bite you to death! You stinky Xiaofei! You stinky guy! Bad brother... Ugh... Cough... Cough... Ugh... Brother has so much this time... Slurp slurp... So sweet... So hot... So delicious... Slurp slurp..."

I smiled bitterly as I thrust my lower body upwards, ejaculating the remaining semen into my little sister's mouth. Watching my little sister sucking on my semen, I suddenly thought of a question: Will my daughter and my little sister's daughter like her father's semen this much?

What a lewd thought. Incest plus a lolicon, I think I'm beyond saving. If I'm not going to hell, who will? Ah, Mi Tofu.

"My second sister told me last time that your penis will grow back even if it gets cut off. Want to try it sometime?" My little sister wiped the semen stains off her e-reader, spat out her cleaned penis, and blinked her big, innocent eyes—the kind that could rival an anime anime girl's—asking me naively.

"You dare try something naughty with your brother!" I slapped my little sister's buttocks twice, leaving two palm-shaped red marks on her jade-like skin. Then, with a "plop," she farted at me. We're family, even our farts have such personality. Hearing her own voice, she covered her face in embarrassment. I leaned close to her buttocks and sniffed. "Thank goodness, thank goodness we didn't eat chives today, haha."

"Bad brother, when your daughter grows up, I, as her mother, will have her do this experiment,"

my little sister threatened again. I bit her lip, silencing the little devil's next words.

"Ugh... I must let her... ugh... let her see the world of senses!... Ugh... bad... bad brother... ugh... so hot... so deep... inside... brother... brother... love me... love me... love me... shoot... shoot... inside... sister will give you... give you a daughter... give you a daughter... give

you... fuck... ah... ah... ah... it's out... ah... ah... oh... ugh..."

Another afternoon passed, especially with my little sister's company. Listening to my little sister's low moans of pain and pleasure beneath me, along with her occasional soprano voices, I said to myself,

"Second sister, you said your lab was destroyed?!" That evening, my second sister brought us some news that was neither good nor bad.

My second sister nodded dejectedly, resting her chin on her hand and slumping onto the table.

Extra Chapter 3:

My second sister's lab was burned down.

My lucky second sister, at that moment, suddenly had a crazy idea to go home to get something, but just as she drove onto the highway, her workplace called urgently to inform her that something had happened to her lab.

We all say my second sister is lucky. She looked at me and said she wanted to thank me, her younger husband, for saving her.

I asked her why, and she said that since she started dating me, she often forgets things on her way to work in the mornings. Before, these forgetfulness were insignificant, but today she forgot her thermal underwear and worked naked in the lab for a long time. She only realized something was wrong when she rushed to the bathroom because of a stomachache, so she quickly drove home and thus "escaped death."

I then understood that my second sister had been working too hard lately, and her health wasn't very good, especially her lower body, which was very sensitive to cold. At home, she has excellent insulation, so it's not a problem, but the air conditioning at her workplace is unpredictable.

Although my second sister is now a technical expert in her company, her working conditions aren't very good; in fact, they seem rather basic to me.

After I became a wealthy man, I built a special research space for my beloved second sister at home. When she saw it, she was stunned, saying my "laboratory" was probably comparable to those in America.

However, if she really did research at home, she'd feel a bit lonely doing it alone. I'm not a medical student, so I couldn't accompany her on those tedious data studies. Asking people from her workplace to come over wouldn't be convenient either, so she only uses the home lab when she's on holiday.

According to her description, the serious fire was accidentally caused by the dog owned by one of her lab colleagues. The specific cause is still under investigation.

But the responsible party—no, the responsible dog—has been preliminarily identified; of course, that responsible dog is probably burned beyond recognition.

As far as I know, their labs are equipped with fire protection systems. The windows use high-grade flame-retardant glass, and the walls are made of high-temperature heat-insulating and flame-retardant materials similar to asbestos. Yet, this

time, the fire in my second sister's lab burned through the concrete walls of her room. People in the next room said it looked like she was thrown into a steelmaking furnace; if she hadn't run fast enough, she probably would have ended up like that dog. My second sister sighed softly, saying that if she had been there, that dog might not have had the chance to cause such a terrible incident.

I thought to myself, who knows? Anyway, in my eyes, the most important thing is that my second sister is standing safely in front of me. I don't care about anything else. Call me selfish, I'll accept it. After having such physical relationships with four women, I now consider the women in my family a part of my life; I wouldn't be happy if even a hair on their head was missing.

Actually, my second sister's main sorrow was losing a good friend, the dog's owner, a female classmate of hers, who was pregnant at the time.

Just like that, gone. My second sister lay on the table, crying and muttering.

My mother and younger sister, listening nearby, had red eyes. Seeing this couldn't continue, I told them to go back to their rooms to rest. Just then, my eldest sister came downstairs, and I decided to handle the aftermath with her.

After hearing my explanation, she was also very distressed, hugging my second sister and comforting her with me.

After the accident, I insisted that my second sister return home to continue her research; at least here, everything was under my control, and such a major blunder wouldn't occur.

My second sister agreed. She didn't want to go back to her workplace and be reminded of the trauma.

Although she would still mention that colleague occasionally for a long time afterward, she had at least recovered.

A month later, her workplace sent the accident investigation report. After reading it, my second sister was completely relieved. She bore no responsibility for the accident; it was all because of her colleague. She had probably taken on a side job and violated regulations by bringing some strictly prohibited flammable chemicals into the lab. Coincidentally, her pet dog had started a fire, burning the room down almost instantly.

My second sister's INA research data was also lost. Fortunately, my second sister had some backups at home. The INA preparation was also made by her before the accident, so it wouldn't have a big impact. As long as my second sister isn't completely out of her mind, none of this is a problem.

INA is indeed a very magical thing. After the women in the family used it, even my eldest mother's skin was almost like a baby's. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was flawless, but its smoothness was definitely comparable to

that of a teenage girl. My second sister secretly used me as a guinea pig a long time ago. Through injections and ingestion, I'm now clearly the protagonist of those fantasy novels. At the age of thirty, I don't look my age at all. I look too young. The wrinkles that appeared a few years ago from working hard to make a living have quickly disappeared. My younger sister said I'm even better looking than my cool little cousin from my uncle's family. My eldest sister went even further, lewdly touching me from head to toe like I was a pet, saying that my fur was shiny and smooth and felt great to touch. The only reward for such "unreasonable" praise was that I slapped my eldest sister's lewd buttocks hard a few times.

My younger sister's claim about penis regeneration is true; I'm not so bored as to experiment on myself. The conclusion was reached by my second sister.

The stimulating effect of this preparation on our body's cells far exceeded my second sister's previous expectations. Several times, when my mother and the others cut themselves while cooking, the wounds disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This might be related to our strange bloodline.

My second sister is now starting the next stage of research at home: how to commercialize this preparation, but it can't be too shocking, because commercialization might involve incest, which is still universally condemned. It's enough to give my second sister a headache. But she's not discouraged; she says that with the development of genetic engineering, one day incest will be accepted like homosexuality.

The thing that I, the four women, and I are most satisfied with about ina is that after using it, their pubic hair disappeared. Having four white tigers surrounding me in my sex life is like a huge pie falling from the sky.

And my plump, increasingly thick "hairy chicken" is also irresistible to the four women.

My mother and the others even got into a fight over who would be my bedpan. If I hadn't stopped them in time, all of them might have been disfigured. That's not really dangerous now, since their facial injuries heal automatically. What I'm worried about is that they've really damaged their relationships.

Sometimes I shamelessly think it's kind of pointless; after taking INA, we can't even get hurt. Maybe those women will actually create some kind of superhuman army out of boredom.

Speaking of bedpans, the first person with such a strange hobby should be the legendary Ximen Qing.

I'm currently enjoying the service of Ximen Qing, but what's even greater than Ximen Qing is that I'm being served by my own mother, eldest sister, second sister, and youngest sister.

After taking that preparation, I, who rarely urinated at night before, have recently been getting up once or even more times every night. At first, my mother thought I had kidney deficiency, but my second sister explained that it was a normal "side effect" of taking INA. Fortunately, getting up at night hasn't affected my sleep.

Although my second sister believes that not sleeping every night won't harm my health, it's best to maintain human habits. Otherwise, if I'm constantly awake, am I still human?

This leads to a problem: all four women are used to the feeling of my penis inside them—whether it's their mouth or their cunt, it can't leave their bodies. But I can't stop urinating.

So, my mother became my first "beautiful chamber pot." Speaking of which, my mother has always enjoyed drinking my urine. In my childhood memories, she sucked a lot of my urine.

Now that she has such a good opportunity, she certainly won't let it pass.

My mother, being a mother, quickly figured out my routine and knew exactly when I would urinate every night.

Besides, she's pregnant now, so she's very important to me. I have to listen to her in everything, even though I'm worried about triggering her pregnancy symptoms. My mother still strongly insists that I use her mouth as a chamber pot, and that my penis must never leave her mouth after sex.

Specifically, our sleeping positions had to be changed; every night we ended up falling asleep in a position close to a six-nine position.

I gradually grew accustomed to pouring warm, sometimes yellowish, sometimes clear urine into my own mother's womb. Aside from the sounds of her swallowing, sometimes her movements weren't quite in sync, or the flow of my urine was too strong, causing her to cough violently.

Whenever this happened, I would diligently pat her back to help her breathe, and once she calmed down, I would begin the next round of urine-drenching.

Drinking a bellyful of her son's fresh urine every day became an important part of her life; in my opinion, she was obsessed with it.

Now, before every meal, Mom, heavily pregnant, with my help, laboriously sits on a small stool prepared for her, and, with my already erect and ready penis in her mouth, begins to gulp down this special biological drink.

The other three women, if interested, will respectfully line up behind Mom to receive their male urine baptism.

Seeing Mom's hardship with her big belly, I suggested to her that I urinate into a bowl myself, and she could drink it, but Mom said three words—no way!

My eldest sister sided with Mom, saying that urine that isn't personally sucked out tastes different. And as for

my second sister and youngest sister's two little urinals, it goes without saying.

Things always have two sides. The result of having four urinals is that I need to replenish a lot of water every day, but as a decadent rich man, with Ina protecting me, I'm immune to all diseases and evil spirits, and I'm getting lazier and lazier.

What to do? My youngest sister gave me a very lewd and extremely vulgar idea.

I agreed to the idea, and the four women were very happy, because from then on, they also had another fleshly urinal—me!

As the elder, Mom, with her increasingly large belly, lay in bed. Under the gaze of her daughters and sons, she was the first to awkwardly urinate into my mouth. Upon closer inspection, I noticed a slight difference in taste between Mom's urine and her vaginal fluid.

Mom's vaginal fluid, after being exposed to INA, had a mature woman's characteristic musky scent, but with a slightly sour and astringent taste, somewhat like rice vinegar, though less acidic and more fragrant. However, Mom's urine tasted similar to a certain carbonated beverage I drank as a child—very irritating to the tongue, and it would make me burp a few times afterward. It seems I'll have another after-meal drink coming up.

If I had to describe my younger sister's vaginal fluid, I'd say it had a slightly milky smell and a floral fragrance. Her urine was usually pale, rarely yellow, and the smell was milder than Mom's, but with slightly more foam. My second sister said it was because my younger sister's body hadn't been properly conditioned. It seems INA was taking effect more slowly with her. However, this urine tastes similar to draft beer, quite strong, and not bad.

My eldest sister, being a strong woman, has a vaginal discharge that seems to have been sealed away for decades, like a bottle of fine wine, with a spicy kick and the strongest flavor. But I think

her urine tastes the best, a perfect balance of sweet and sour. My second sister has a miracle; her vaginal discharge and urine taste the same, reminding me of a type of mushroom that often appears in the forest after rain. So, drinking her urine makes me very hungry. To make things easier, I'll deliberately make her drink a large bucket of water, then slowly "squeeze" cups of colorless, transparent urine from her vagina.

Any leftovers are stored in a special refrigerator in my second sister's laboratory. That refrigerator preserves the biological activity and nutrients of the contents, making it perfect for this purpose.

My second sister laughs, saying she's really become the housewife of the family, not only cooking for us often but also personally producing our appetizers.

I wouldn't show favoritism, so I squeezed cup after cup of the urine from each of the other three women, each with their own unique characteristics. When my second sister's refrigerator couldn't hold it all, I stuffed it into the regular refrigerator in the kitchen. Sometimes this resulted in a mess; you drank mine, I drank yours, and we all tasted each other's urine.

Eventually, my second sister started labeling the cups.

Unfortunately, by then we were so used to it that her labels didn't serve their purpose.

My younger sister once said it best: "With family relationships in such a mess, what's the point of distinguishing between 'yours' and 'mine'?" The more chaotic it is, the better, and we all felt a deep connection to this.

The chamber pot incident was quickly forgotten, because drinking urine had become a complete habit for me and the women in my family. My

mischievous younger sister even found some theoretical support online, saying that there were people both domestically and internationally who used urine for health and wellness. My second sister scoffed, calling it nonsense, and said she'd do something about it sometime.

We, however, continued drinking it as usual, ignoring all the theories.

My eldest sister took a month-long vacation at home, and today she lazily went to the company again.

She now runs a large international business group. She selected several outstanding junior colleagues from her school days, and the group has branches all over the world, in the US, Canada, Japan, South Korea, Germany, Italy, and other countries. The daily cash flow is equivalent to the annual GDP of a small country.

Before noon, she ran back to take a nap. I felt sorry for her subordinates, being exploited by their boss and yet still grateful.

Although, to be honest, I'm not much better off. My uncle has settled in Australia now. He's been very successful there for the past few years. In the legitimate world, he helped the governor of the state where he lives get elected, and in the underworld, he has good relationships with various circles and gangs.

After saying goodbye, I ended my online connection with my uncle. I looked at the frozen image on the screen. My uncle's graying hair showed that he was getting old. Beside him, my aunt, with her long hair flowing down her shoulders, who was about the same age as my younger sister, hadn't changed much and was still as beautiful as ever. It's a pity that the medicine can't be given to my uncle, I sighed inwardly.

Through so many years of living with my uncle, I know he deeply abhors incest. Even though I'm his favorite nephew, I wouldn't dare openly show any special relationship with my sisters in front of him, let alone my mother, the sister he respects most. I think my uncle can more or less guess at our family's current chaotic situation, but we all keep it to ourselves and avoid bringing it up. It's good enough how things are between us now.

My uncle just bought a large piece of land in Australia and started a big farm; he'll be moving there soon. My aunt is also pregnant, and my uncle says she should be able to give him a daughter this time.

Speaking of my uncle's son, I can't help but mention my little cousin who drove all the neighborhood girls crazy when he was young. After being taken abroad by my uncle, he changed a lot. First, he got into MIT, and then he participated in a NASA program.

After graduating from MIT, my younger cousin started arguing with my uncle. Just as my uncle was about to back down, my cousin, in a fit of rage, secretly ran off to Africa to volunteer. By the time my uncle arrived, it was too late—my cousin had been wounded and died in a local brawl.

Those days were probably the lowest point in my uncle's life, because he didn't contact me for several years afterward, and I couldn't reach him either, until a couple of years ago when he finally got back in touch. By then, my aunt's eldest son had already been born.

Without my uncle, I wouldn't be doing so well as a wealthy man; I should try to help him in the future.

I don't know what conflict my uncle and his beautiful black aunt across the street had, but neither side seemed willing to reconcile. They should have been a very happy family.

But it's their family matter, and I don't dare to interfere. Let nature take its course.

My older sister wasn't bothered much last night, so why is she so tired today? She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow like a little pig. Perhaps she'd caught a chill; her older sister even blew a small snot bubble from her nose when she breathed. I gently lay down beside her, hugged the woman in my arms, and closed my eyes to rest. The fact

that we'd reached that point of complete openness was something I never imagined, and I think she felt the same way.

Until I started elementary school, I actually held my older sister in awe. She matured earlier than us, both emotionally and physically.

She understood everything we knew, and she understood things we didn't. In my little eyes, no problem could stump her.

My mother was the same way, but because of our relationship, our roles had reversed, and I'd lost the respect I used to have for her.

So, inexplicably, without knowing when it started, in my eyes, my older sister was more frightening than my mother. Every time I was in her presence, I would unconsciously feel inferior.

Although I could fall asleep holding my older sister and touching her full breasts, I was still afraid. So much so that later, when we slept together, I dared not hold her breasts anymore, feeling that those two increasingly large things were like two white-faced monsters, ready to devour me if I wasn't careful. To have such brilliant ideas at such a young age, perhaps I should be proud. My older sister

found it strange. Logically, without my younger brother's disturbance, she should have slept well, but she couldn't sleep, and in the end, she could only fall asleep peacefully by holding my hand and pressing it against her hard, bulging breasts.

Later, I went to school, my mind opened up, and I progressed smoothly through junior high, high school, and finally university in Beijing, participating in countless competitions along the way. In my eyes, the mysterious halo surrounding my older sister had lost its original luster.

My eldest sister watched helplessly as her younger brother, whom she considered "uneducated," won so many honors she could never have, easily snatching away the flowers and applause she longed for but couldn't obtain even if it kept her up at night. Her conflicted jealousy made her dislike me intensely, wishing she could never see me again. Yet, as my own brother, the bond between us made her reluctant to lose that rare intimacy, even a kind of unspoken affection. All of this left her conflicted.

Helpless, I carried my second sister, who looked like a little shrimp, to the sofa. My eldest sister sat on the sofa, glanced at us without saying a word, and continued watching the children's program on TV. 05-01
The Fourth Daughter's Story

"Daddy~ Great~ Great~" Little Lian'er woke up in my arms.

She's almost two years old this year, and the first two words she learned to babble were "Daddy" and "Great." Isn't that funny?

Lian'er is my mother's fourth daughter, my second sister, and also my first biological daughter. The relationship was complicated, but I was happy.

The moment my little one slowly emerged from her mother's genitals in the private delivery room at home is unforgettable. A feeling of blood and flesh connecting us surged within me.

My second sister skillfully cut the umbilical cord, then cheerfully lifted her high, positioning her genitals directly in front of me. Looking at those incredibly delicate little labia and the cleft between them, my genitals betrayed my brain's commands, secretly standing up in salute to my daughter.

My second sister patted her buttocks, and with a loud cry, the room echoed with her first sound. Hearing my daughter's first sound in this world, as her father, my pants shamelessly began to soak with sweat.

When my second sister placed her, this little ball of flesh, in front of my exhausted mother, she looked at her own flesh and blood, her eyes red, and she cried again. I went to my mother's side, repeatedly kissing her sweat-drenched face.

This little one was more than just a daughter to her mother; she represented her mother's tangible acknowledgment of our relationship, a further trampling of ethical boundaries. I knew how much psychological pressure my mother was under despite her seemingly relaxed exterior.

After our daughter was born, my mother could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, the four women in the family and I racked our brains trying to come up with a name for her. In the end, my mother, as the mother, won the debate, and our daughter was named Lian'er. Lian'er, Lian'er, loving our son—I called out to Lian'er, and the little one, wrapped in my arms, looked at me, her father, her bright, sparkling eyes blinking a few times, her long eyelashes fluttering as if they could speak, her little lips pouting—I loved her to death.

My mother lay half-reclined on the bed, urging me to quickly bring our daughter to her to breastfeed, but I was reluctant to give up that special intimacy between father and daughter.

Our daughter was very quiet in my arms, even crying incessantly when my mother held her.

So, I held our daughter, and my mother brought her ample breasts closer, and only then would Lian'er nurse quietly.

My mother had an abundance of milk this time. Her already impressive breasts were now frighteningly large, and they would easily spill out. Sometimes, while she was talking to us in bed, milk would slowly seep out. This meant my second sister and I had another chance to taste breast milk.

Especially me, the unfit father, I drank the most. Almost every time my mother breastfed Lian'er, I would enjoy the sweet and delicious human milk from her free breast. Lian'er, being my daughter, never fought with her father for my mother's breast like other children.

Unfortunately, my mother and I would quickly transform this heartwarming family moment into something else entirely: I would hold Lian'er, and my mother would sit facing me in my lap, Lian'er nursing from my mother's nipple. My mother would wrap her arms around me from behind, her thighs crossed around my waist. Without disturbing Lian'er's nursing, I would thrust my erect penis upwards slightly, while my mother, biting her rosy lips, would let out happy moans from her nose. With my help, my mother would slowly release the desire aroused by my daughter and me in this way.

My younger sister, older sister, and second older sister had long since stopped using contraception, so I was naturally happy not to use condoms. Not long after, my younger sister had a miscarriage due to health reasons and was devastated, saying she had killed a life and that she could never have children again. My second older sister found a whole bunch of books, providing both theoretical explanations and practical guidance, before my younger sister could finally believe that the miscarriage wouldn't affect her future fertility. A few months later, my younger sister became pregnant again and was finally happy. However, she would inexplicably get angry at me, only to be incredibly kind to me again afterward, a cycle that left me completely bewildered. She only returned to normal after the baby was born.

I was away from home when my sister's child was born, busy with something very important. When I rushed back after hearing the news, my second sister told me how dangerous the situation had been.

My second sister had predicted that after taking INA, my sister's body shouldn't have had any problems with this pregnancy. But fate seemed to be against her; my sister suffered a sudden and inexplicable hemorrhage during childbirth. It was only thanks to an old family remedy that my mother saved both my sister and the baby's lives.

When I saw my sister, she was already thin, practically just skin and bones. Holding my pale-faced sister, and looking at the baby in my mother's arms who bore a striking resemblance to her, I wavered. Was this really the life I wanted? My sister forced a smile in my arms, saying that this was such a failure, and if she died, I would never forget her. I held my little sister tightly, afraid she would really leave me. I kissed her cold lips, tears streaming down her face. The baby beside us cried, waking me up. I knew that little life was so precious, and she needed me, her father, to walk this forbidden path until I watched her grow up.

My little sister and my daughter have very ordinary names, Fangfei. Because my sister's name contains the character "Fang," and my little sister really likes Liu Yifei, we came up with this somewhat ordinary, even a bit common, name.

In front of my little sister, Fangfei is incredibly introverted. As she grew up, my little sister often complained to us that her daughter was useless, saying she was always well-behaved because of her older sister, Lian'er. But I, as her father, knew that was only one side of Fangfei. When we were alone, Fangfei was incredibly lively and mischievous, capable of driving me to my wits' end. But just as I was about to lose my temper, Fangfei would instantly become obedient, making my anger vanish without a trace.

As a result, among my daughters, Fangfei became my favorite, while Lian'er was not as favored. Of course, I would not let them know about this difference.

My eldest and second eldest sisters both had twins. After my four daughters were born, they drove my two mothers crazy. The four daughters wouldn't cry or fuss, they just refused to sleep. My eldest and second eldest sisters were frantic, jumping around in panic. Even my second eldest sister, a medical doctor, tried everything to help, but nothing worked. Then my mother had a brilliant idea: she put me, this big guy, among the four babies, and miraculously, they fell asleep. From then on, I became their human hypnotic tool, and this situation continues to this day, which is undeniably a tragedy for me.

Among the four little ones, my eldest sister's two daughters are named Xiaoqin and Xiaojie. To my eldest sister's and our disappointment, they've never been diligent or tidy, but it's exhausted me as their father, constantly cleaning up their messes. My

second eldest sister's two children are named Xiaomin and Xiaoxian. They give my second eldest sister and me a lot of face. As they grew up, their beauty was in no way inferior to my cousin's, and their figures were even hotter than my mother's. However, they have very fiery tempers, and I've been scolded by them many times, but I'm used to it now.

My second sister, the mother, was also scolded by them a few times. Of course, all of this happened on my big bed. I was scolded by them because Xiaomin asked me to use her back door, but I was too slow. In the end, Xiaoxian had to arch her back from behind to get my penis into Xiaomin's tight anus. After we did it, my penis was almost numb from being squeezed by my daughter's anus. My mother saw this and, feeling sorry for me, put it in her mouth and said, "How could these granddaughters be so wicked?"

My second sister was scolded because Xiaoxian found that my mother's moans during sex weren't as good as Xiaoqin's and Xiaojie's, and even worse than my grandmother's. This disappointed them both.

After hearing their reasons, my second sister and I looked at each other and thought, "Is this really our daughter?"

We secretly made a resolution that we couldn't have children so casually anymore; having too many children would shorten our lifespan.

Among the six daughters, Lian'er was the queen of the kids, both in terms of age and the order in which we had sex.

Lian'er resembles her mother closely, from appearance to sexual habits.

She learned the word "penis" first because she knew that if she put her father's penis in her mouth, it would periodically spray out strange-tasting milk. Sometimes, however, the milk would choke her because her mouth was too small and the flow was too strong.

One time, while I was sleeping, my mother, taking advantage of my drowsy state, put my penis in Lian'er's mouth for the first time. When I woke up the next day, looking at my daughter's small mouth that couldn't even fit the glans, I understood why my dream that night had been so erotic. Luckily, I had done it with my mother a few times before, so there wasn't much ejaculation, otherwise Lian'er might have choked.

Things quickly spiraled out of control; Lian'er now had another condition for sleeping peacefully—she had to have her father's penis in her mouth. Her younger sister, being mischievous, bought a realistic-looking penis. She underestimated Lian'er's judgment, and the result was that Lian'er cried and fussed on her younger sister, getting snot and tears all over her. Her younger sister never dared to tease Lian'er like that again.

After giving birth to Lian'er, Mom acted like a female beast in heat. If it weren't for my three older sisters, she would have followed me everywhere, constantly seeking my pleasure.

Thankfully, as Mom's daughters, they understood her actions and didn't get jealous.

Everything outside the villa was handled by designated people, so I didn't need to worry about anything and had nothing to do all day. Inside the villa, the only woman who rarely went out was Mom, so I spent all my time having sex with her, venting my illicit desires in her three cunts.

The adult women were happy, but Lian'er wasn't, because Mom had taken over her sleeping tool—her penis.

Because of this, Lian'er began to resent Mom, which manifested in her deliberately biting Mom's nipples several times. Seeing Mom's pitiful state, I felt sorry for her and could only try to find ways to get Lian'er to suck my penis and fall asleep on time.

My mother was somewhat helpless. She knew she had a problem, but she just couldn't control her body. Whenever she saw my mother, she would think about having sex. Later, after she returned to normal, she told me that she was so lustful that just thinking about her son would make her whole body heat up, her lower body itch, and she felt an urge to be penetrated completely.

In short, having sex with her own son and becoming pregnant and giving birth changed my mother drastically. Later, after my eldest sister and the other two women had all given birth, I realized this statement applied to all the adult women in the family. These mothers went mad, eagerly offering themselves and my daughters to my penis, regardless of how young the daughters were. Even if my glans could only barely fit through their mouths and couldn't penetrate their other vaginas, it didn't dampen the enthusiasm of these crazy mothers.

I don't know if my second sister's mysterious treatment had any direct causal relationship with this problem. My second sister didn't know, nor did she want to know, because at that time she was at her most reckless. Once, in order to make me deflower my two younger daughters, she and my eldest sister conspired to get me drunk. My eldest sister first took out my penis and blew on it, then my second sister supported Xiaomin's small body, while my eldest sister held my penis from below, aiming it at Xiaomin's plump, undeveloped little cunt. The two women cruelly tried to force my penis into Xiaomin's body. At first, Xiaomin had no idea what was happening. She watched her two mothers' actions and her father's hard penis between his legs, giggling. But when the intense pain came from her lower body, Xiaomin cried out in agony.

Fortunately, the two women didn't succeed that time. My mother arrived in time and saw that Xiaomin's labia had been partially torn by my penis. My mother hurriedly snatched Xiaomin from the two crazy women and applied some Yunnan Baiyao to the torn area to stop Xiaomin's pain. Then my mother angrily cursed the two big fools and splashed a bowl of cold water on me, the little fool, to wake me up.

Xiaoxian laughed heartily beside her, wondering how her second sister had raised her. She could still laugh even as her younger sister, Xiaomin, wailed.

The second sister didn't give up. Knowing her daughter's vagina couldn't accommodate my penis, she tried her two daughters' anuses, but after repeated failures, she had to find another way.

She started with their legs. Every time I made love with my second sister, she would persistently urge me to try rubbing between their legs, describing the wonderful sensation. Seeing my silence, she would proactively place my penis between Xiaomin's or Xiaoxian's little white legs, then begin moving them. The tender skin of her daughters, the crisp and curious sounds they made, quickly squeezed out my semen. At this moment, their eyes would be fixed on the fountain-like spray from their father's penis, and they would giggle. The daughters' laughter, sometimes high, sometimes low, involuntarily synchronized with the muscles in my lower body that controlled my ejaculation. The jet of semen shot up and down, creating a human musical fountain. Once it happened, it

happened again; once it happened, it happened again. This immoral beast had become fond of this game, no longer feeling any resistance. Before this, although I knew that my daughters would become my women in the future, I still had some resistance in my heart.

Finally, my second sister succeeded once. When I realized it, my penis was already fully inside Xiaoxian's anus. Xiaoxian miraculously didn't bleed that time. Although Xiaoxian's anus wasn't much looser than her vagina, making it difficult for me to move, I was indeed fully inside, with only my testicles dangling outside. Xiaoxian, in my arms, found it amusing and reached out her little hand to poke and tap my testicles. My second sister, watching her daughter sitting on her man's penis, was filled with passion and passionately kissed the spot where Xiaoxian and I were joined, leaving Xiaoxian's anus covered in her saliva.

I gradually got used to Xiaoxian's body cavity. The heat inside, which was higher than her body temperature, was baking my penis, making me restless. I moved a little, but it still felt too awkward. There wasn't much fluid secreted from her intestines.

Looking at Xiaoxian again, she didn't seem too uncomfortable, so I tossed her up, my penis pulling out some of the tender, red muscle at the end of her intestines. Using her weight, I re-inserted myself. After a few times, feeling the inside of her intestines become slightly slippery, I began to thrust faster. The tender flesh of her anus felt like several rubber bands bound together, the immense grip pressing on my penis. Sometimes Xiaoxian's intestines would even twitch in a spiral motion. The pleasure, unlike that of an adult woman, quickly brought me to the point of ejaculation.

Xiaoxian only giggled occasionally in my arms, mostly watching her father's penis with curiosity.

I never lasted more than four minutes inside Xiaoxian's anus; my longest record was four and a half minutes, which I achieved after she became an adult.

About five or six years later, when they were both around ten years old, I barely managed to enter their vaginas. After less than ten thrusts, I ejaculated amidst their protests. My second sister teased me, calling it premature ejaculation in old age. Little did she know, my daughters' two tender, horny vaginas were nothing short of super sperm magnets for me. Besides, the two little ones looked like pure and beautiful little lolis back then, how could I possibly resist?

Over the next three years, I gradually got used to the feeling of Xiaomin and Xiaoxian's horny vaginas. Under my care, the two little beauties' breasts grew bigger, and their buttocks became perky.

Lian'er and I had a physical relationship about three or four years earlier than Xiaomin and Xiaoxian. I can't remember the exact date, but it should have been around four or five years old. My mother passed on not only stunning beauty to Lian'er, but also that amazing physique.

When Lian'er and I watched my penis smoothly enter her cunt, we both gaped in astonishment. Our mother, older sister, and second sister were even more exaggerated, exclaiming, "Oh my god!", "That's terrifying!", "How could this be?", "It's unbelievable!", "Did I pierce through Lian'er? Second sister, go check! Is the head of my penis sticking out of Lian'er's throat?" The last sentence was from our youngest sister, who then actually made Lian'er open her mouth to check.

Lian'er angrily spat in her younger sister's face to express her displeasure, and the younger sister muttered that the brat was rude and backed away.

Our mother paced around, beaming, and began to boast. Our younger sister and the others went against their mother, trying every possible way to praise their daughter.

The teasing me and Lian'er silently continued our activities. A few minutes later, Lian'er's clear moans, eight parts like her mother's, stunned the adult women nearby. After a long while, they stared at Lian'er, mouths agape, speechless.

I thought to myself, how could this be? It was astonishing enough that such a small child could accommodate my enormous member, but she could even make such convincing moans. And her moans were so alluring and seductive, delivered with her unique voice—it was like a potent aphrodisiac. My lust had turned into animalistic urges. My penis moved freely inside Lian'er's still-immature cunt, though usually only reaching three-quarters of the way in. Even so, the deep, gut-like passage and the strong, mouth-like suction were enough to give me unbearable pleasure. As my penis withdrew, the pink, tender flesh of Lian'er's cunt reluctantly came out, glistening with love juice. Every time I saw this, I couldn't help but push my penis back into Lian'er's cunt, eliciting one lewd moan after another from her.

Her body, her moans, and the fact that she was my own daughter made my head spin, my adrenaline surge, and my blood pump down to my corpus cavernosum with my powerful heartbeat. My

corpus cavernosum desperately lengthened and thickened, my penis growing larger and longer at an alarming rate. Lian'er's little brows furrowed, her moans tinged with pain. Father and daughter were of one mind; I came to my senses and slowed down. After a while, Lian'er gradually adapted to the new length of my penis, her little mouth opening to exhale sweet breath. Looking at Lian'er's adorable, panting appearance, I kissed her red little mouth. Lian'er didn't struggle; she closed her big eyes and, under my guidance, began to learn and practice kissing techniques.

Finally, Lian'er stopped biting my tongue, and our tongues intertwined skillfully, saliva overflowing between our lips.

My penis thrust in and out of my daughter's vagina more and more smoothly, the love fluid secreted by the vaginal walls nourishing Lian'er's body and also nourishing our souls.

"Truly worthy of being Mom's daughter, even better than Mom~ ooh~." I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw my little sister saying this to Mom with a mischievous smile, but Mom quickly covered her mouth. Ignoring

them, I thrust in and out for a while longer, and I felt Lian'er's moans change, making me feel numb. I looked closely and saw that Lian'er's face had become even rosier, and her big eyes were even more captivating, watery, almost making me forget to move. Lian'er's sudden thrust brought me back to my senses.

I simply stood up, holding Lian'er's little, voluptuous buttocks. Amidst Lian'er's increasingly rapid moans, I walked towards the women, tossing her high into the air as I went, letting her fall. The sizzling sound of my penis rubbing against her cunt was incredibly soothing. It made me so itchy I just wanted to scratch it.

When I reached my mother and younger sister, I saw that their faces were already flushed with desire. I took my mother's hand and placed it on Lian'er's still flat chest. My mother grabbed and kneaded Lian'er's still-unerected nipples, and Lian'er let out even louder cries, making the women unsteady on their feet. I had my second sister hold Lian'er, and I pulled my younger sister over and kissed her passionately, while continuing my thrusting motion on Lian'er. My younger sister was dizzy from my kisses, and when I grabbed her breasts, she actually climaxed, spraying out a mixture of vaginal fluid and urine, getting my legs all over her. I put my younger sister aside, and my eldest sister pulled me over, grabbing my large hand and violently rubbing it against her mons pubis. A few minutes later, my eldest sister also collapsed to the ground. I was about to ask my mother and second sister to switch places when I found my second sister's body stiffened, already urinating all over the floor. My mother also let out a long scream and lay on top of my younger sister, convulsing.

I quickly took Lian'er from me, holding her and circling the room a few times. Lian'er's cunt was gurgling as if water had been drawn from it, and the tingling sensation at my tailbone was unbearable. I brought Lian'er and me to the girls, who, having recovered, stared longingly at the spot where Lian'er and I were having sex.

With a mournful cry from a young bird, Lian'er silently trembled her small body and fainted in my arms. Hearing my daughter's cry, I ejaculated into her body.

A little over a minute later, Lian'er woke up, her face flushed. She suddenly leaned in and kissed me, repeatedly saying, "Daddy, Daddy, so good, Daddy, so good."

I slowly pulled out my penis, but Lian'er's body hardened again, and she cried out. In less than a second, a clear stream of fluid shot out from her vagina. It turned out Lian'er had lost control of her bladder from the last stimulation. My lovely daughter! Daddy loves you so much!

Amidst the hungry eyes of the women on the ground, I held Lian'er's legs and ejaculated onto their naked bodies.

Lian'er's urine and squirting later became a spectacle in my house, but that's a story for another time.

My eldest sister was the last to offer her daughter to her father's penis. Xiaoqin and Xiaojie, the two girls, were deflowered by me when they were twelve years old.

My eldest sister had no idea that her two daughters, who were teased by Lian'er and the others, had actually had relations with me when they were nine years old. The time she was deflowered at twelve was just a play we put on together.

The four little ones are now all grown up beautifully. Lian'er looks exactly like her mother's younger sister. Xiaoqin and Xiaojie have changed a lot since I deflowered them; they know how to care for their mother and do chores. Xiaomin and Xiaoxian, the two feisty heroines, have become well-behaved mature women, still occasionally showing their quirky, heroic side, but they only look even cuter now.

Fangfei and the youngest sister now spend their days at home learning yoga with my eldest sister, and sometimes they ask me to come over and give them some pointers on their martial arts training, although my pointers ultimately end up focusing on the beautiful flesh between their legs.

My mother is pregnant again, and it's another girl, of course. I'm a little worried.

But I know this is the inescapable fate that God has given me, an endless journey, an endless incestuous relationship.

Side Story Five:

Still no news from my uncle today.

I'm frantic. These past few days, the TV and online media in China have been constantly reporting on the Australian bushfires. My uncle's new home happens to be located in that disaster area; how can we not be worried?

I think to myself, Uncle, why did you choose that area in the first place?

My uncle lost contact with me a week ago. I even went to my aunt's house to ask, but she was completely clueless; she hadn't received any news from my uncle at all.

What can I do? I really don't have any other friends in Australia who can help. In the end, I had no choice but to call a close friend in the Beijing Military Region and ask him to see if he could find out any information through special channels.

My best friend readily agreed. I hung up the phone and told my mother and my aunt, who had rushed over after hearing the news. My mother tugged at my aunt's sleeve, and she followed, wiping away tears, into my mother's room. My little cousin, like a little rabbit with red eyes, followed behind.

My mother only has one brother, my uncle, and the two siblings have always had a very close relationship. This sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard.

Although my aunt hasn't been in much contact with my uncle these past two years, I think she still can't let go of him. My uncle can be quite promiscuous at times, but he has never wronged any woman he's been with, either emotionally or materially.

It's understandable that my aunt is reluctant to let go of my uncle after they separated. My mother has tried to persuade her many times, but my aunt has always said she will never find another man. She said she would become a nun after my little cousin gets married. If my little cousin and aunt hadn't been single all this time, my aunt probably would have already shaved her head and gone to a nunnery.

The next morning, my best friend called me early. It wasn't good news. My heart sank. Hundreds of people had been confirmed dead in the area where my uncle lived. All the houses in that area had been burned down, and the chances of survival were zero.

My mother buried her face in my arms, sobbing and asking how this could have happened. I silently hugged her, gently patting her back to comfort her, my own nose stinging.

My uncle had been like a father to me in some ways. Since meeting me, his nephew, who shared a similar style with him, he treated me like his second son, a mentor in my career. I had thought my uncle would live a happy life in Australia, but fate had other plans. A sudden fire had swallowed their entire family.

The dead are gone, but the living must live on. That was all I could say to comfort my distraught aunt. For over a month, my aunt couldn't eat. My little cousin was frantic, running to my mother for help.

I simply forced my aunt to move in with us. Firstly, because she always ate properly whenever I was there, and secondly, I was worried something might happen to her and my cousin at home alone; my little cousin was so clueless and I couldn't trust her.

After moving in, my aunt gradually calmed down and finally listened to my mother's advice, promising to take care of herself and not let us worry about her anymore.

From then on, the villa across the street where my aunt and cousin lived became empty because my aunt said she planned to stay with us permanently. She said she and my cousin were a little scared living alone. Although I felt it might be inconvenient for them to live together, I didn't say anything. There were plenty of rooms, so my aunt stayed with us.

The house became much livelier with the addition of two adult women. My younger cousin and older sister, who aren't too far apart in age, quickly started playing happily together. However, my younger cousin seemed a bit afraid of me. She would be chatting and laughing with my older sister and the others, but as soon as I appeared, she would immediately lower her head and fall silent, making my older sister and the others feel very awkward. I asked my younger cousin about it when I had the chance, but she couldn't quite explain why; she just seemed afraid of me.

Being afraid was one thing, but the relationship between my aunt and me was starting to give me a headache. I sensed that my aunt's feelings for me weren't as simple as those between an aunt and her nephew. Ever since I forced her to come and stay with us that time, there seemed to be something different in the way she looked at me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it was somewhat like the look my mother used to have, making me feel very uncomfortable because seeing her always reminded me of my uncle.

My mother seemed to sense something was amiss. Once, while we were joking around in bed, she asked me what I thought of my aunt. I asked her, puzzled, what she meant. My mother smiled but didn't answer, just hugged me and tried to make love.

I was too excited at the time to think much of it, assuming she was just making small talk. Thankfully, my aunt seemed much more "normal" to me lately; her gaze wasn't so aggressive anymore. But my happiness didn't last long. My aunt started "torturing" me again. She found fault with everything I did, and sometimes even mocked my "unhealthy" relationship with my mother and her sister.

My aunt knew about my relationship with my mother and her sister a long time ago; my mother told her because my aunt moved across the street, and my mother often went to chat with her. They became very close, and my mother figured my aunt would find out eventually, so she told her.

I'm not sure if my younger cousin knows.

Honestly, I really couldn't get angry at my aunt. My uncle's image kept flashing before my eyes. I never imagined my feelings for him were so deep, even more so than for my father.

My concession only made my aunt more demanding. Sometimes she'd complain that my younger cousin was a burden, saying that if my cousin had married earlier, she wouldn't be so stressed and might have already found someone to marry.

I thought, "Fine, a good man doesn't argue with a woman, I'll let her have her way." I did whatever my aunt said, and besides, my years of experience "fighting" with the women in my family were enough to fool her.

After about two months of this, my aunt probably got bored and stopped bothering me. She even took the time to apologize to me, saying she shouldn't have acted like a child and troubled me.

I laughed it off; it was nothing to begin with, so everyone was happy.

At home, my aunt gets along better with my mother and older sister, while my second sister is more distant from her, although my second sister and younger cousin Shuting are good friends.

My younger sister is now the joy of our family. Even after having a baby, she's as cheerful as ever. Although she still snuggles into my arms and acts spoiled, she's no longer as pessimistic as before.

One day, I was chatting enthusiastically with my aunt and uncle when my second sister came over without saying what she wanted. She called me to the family lab.

Looking at the bottles and jars and countless unfamiliar instruments scattered around, I finally managed to find an empty chair to sit on. My sister pushed me a few times, saying it was hers and demanding I give up the chair, which I refused. She playfully slapped me a few times, then angrily plopped her bottom onto my lap. I swayed and quickly grabbed her.

We cuddled for a while before I finally realized what she wanted and asked her what it was about. My sister blushed, gave me a reproachful look, implying that my touching had made her forget her business.

She stood up, looked around, and seeing the door was still open, quickly ran over, glanced outside, and closed the door. She then swept a pile of things off the messy table, sat down, and gave me a silly grin.

I know my second sister's character. When she's under me, yes, she's my loyal slave. But normally, she still acts like a little girl. Like now, if I don't ask her anything, she'll be the one who suffers in the end.

I put my feet up on the table, whistling leisurely and pretending to be asleep. My second sister let out a soft cry and jumped on me again, biting me relentlessly.

I pulled my second sister onto my lap, pecking at her little mouth until she finally revealed why she'd come to see me.

"Auntie will fall in love with me? You want me to sleep with Auntie? Second sister, let me touch you, are you running a fever?"

"Go away, why are you touching my breasts if you have a fever? I'm serious, can't you tell Auntie's been acting strangely towards you?" My second sister grabbed my hands that were reaching for her breasts, asking me seriously.

"She is acting strangely, but saying she can accept me is an exaggeration. You know her relationship with Uncle." I continued to slowly move my hands over her breasts, but my second sister pressed down hard on my hands. "Stop it, I'm serious. You're not a woman, you wouldn't understand, Auntie has really been having those kinds of feelings for you lately."

"So what if she is?" My nonchalant reply made my second sister bite my neck in anger.

"Are you a dog, second sister? Why do you keep biting me?" I turned her head away, stopping her from moving.

"I was born in the Year of the Dog, you know. That's why you wouldn't listen to me properly, stop pulling my nipples." My second sister really is like a dog; I almost forgot, I'd only played with her nipples a few times before she slapped them away.

"Okay, okay, stop fooling around. You called me here today just to talk about this ridiculous thing?"

I asked my second sister honestly.

"Random thing? It was Mom who told me to ask you. Mom told me to ask you if your aunt wanted to be one of us, could you accept it?"

"Accept?" My uncle's image flashed through my mind. I was about to shake my head in refusal, but to my surprise, I nodded. My second sister and I were stunned for a moment. "You lecher, I knew you'd wanted to sleep with me for a long time." My second sister pinched my genitals and laughed, but she wasn't unhappy.

I remained silent for a long time, my mind a jumble. Had I subconsciously been thinking about my aunt all along? I didn't even know when my second sister had left. But when I left the lab, I realized one thing: letting my aunt continue to live happily was the most important thing. If she felt that truly becoming one with us and living together would bring her joy, then I had no reason to refuse her. I figured my uncle, if he were watching from heaven, wouldn't blame me.

Making this decision made me feel much lighter. When I saw my aunt again, for the first time, my uncle's face didn't appear in my mind.

That night, I dreamt of my uncle. His family was doing well over there. He even jokingly said that his nephew was really keeping the good stuff in the family, even wanting his aunt. When I told my mother about it, she was astonished. She had had a similar dream at the same time, except in her dream, my uncle said he couldn't take care of my sister anymore, but he believed that I, his nephew, would continue to protect my sister and aunt in his place.

The matter of life and death seems both mysterious and ordinary to me. Whether you're a powerful figure or a commoner, it all ends with a kick of the leg. The women in my family and I rarely mention the word "uncle" anymore. Only during holidays do I take them to burn some paper candles at the street corner of the villa area to express our grief.

I once jokingly asked my second sister when we would die. She thought for a long time, then answered very seriously—"I don't know."

I was puzzled; hadn't she said before that one injection could make you live for many years? My second sister shook her head and explained that her mysterious drug had caused uncontrolled changes in our bodies. She didn't know what we would become either, only that death would be difficult for us. She said that, in her judgment, even if only one cell remained, we would quickly repair ourselves back to our original state. I said, "Wouldn't that turn us into aliens?" My second sister nodded, saying, "More or less."

All in all, the women in our family, including my daughters and my aunts, have been injected three times. The last two were done by my second sister to obtain further data.

Now, look at me, a whole family of oddballs. But thinking about it, I'm actually quite proud. After all, I'm unlikely to have the chance to experience a nuclear attack alone, so what else is there to do? Is my only pursuit, as a wealthy landowner, to stay home all day having sex with women? That's too decadent.

Career? I already have one, and a significant one at that. I'm no longer a small-time business owner in my own country.

The profits from my businesses around the world each year could buy me a kingship.

Power? I'm now a recognized regional ruler. I did have a chance to enter the highest echelons of power, but I gave it up to avoid my life becoming solely about power struggles. My life is so good now—I can eat whatever I want, play whatever I want, and nobody dares mess with me, because those who did are already dust.

Love? I believe I've pretty much exemplified that word with the women in my family. Of course, if you say it's just sex, I can't argue with that.

Perhaps I should go out and get some exercise. Lying on my big bed at home, I watched my eldest daughter, Lian'er, rising and falling on top of me, my lower body enjoying a strange massage in her warm, fleshy passage. My hands were moving rapidly in and out of Xiaoqin and Xiaojie's smooth, wet vaginas beside me, occasionally bringing out bubbles of love juice. My gaze swept over their pointed little breasts, and I looked at the sexy collarbones on my two daughters' swan-like, slender necks. I had just moved my feet when I heard two seductive moans. It was my two little beauties at my feet—Xiaomin and Xiaoxian. They looked at me for my permission and then inserted my toes into their sticky little vaginas. The two little ones' breasts were also just beginning to sprout tender shoots.

My mother was under the bed drawing something on her drawing board, and my little cousin was pouting beside my mother, sometimes casting jealous glances at the group of people entangled on the bed, sometimes whispering something in my mother's ear, which made my mother stop drawing and look at me with a giggle.

"Alright, Shuting, it's your turn. Hurry up, or we'll take over," Xiaojie shouted. Shuting, true to her rabbit-like nature, showed off her little rabbit teeth, laughing and hopping over. By the time she climbed on top of me, she was completely naked, and with a soft thud, she accurately sat on my penis. We both breathed a sigh of relief. Mom, watching Shuting's actions, covered her mouth and lazily yawned, rubbed her brows, and picked up her pen to continue drawing. I seemed to sense the slight jealousy in Xiaomin and Xiaoxian's hearts at my feet. I sat up, had my four daughters stack themselves on top of each other, and stuck out my tongue to lick and suck the four similar yet slightly different little cunts with relish.

Usually, a day would pass like this. If I felt really bored, I would go to my second sister's laboratory at home to continue the research on the potion with her, or take Fangfei and Lian'er, those restless little women, to the leisure area of the villa at home to teach them some fancy martial arts moves, although the only place where they could use these moves was my big bed.

Sigh, the lives of the rich are so corrupt and debauched. I didn't believe it when my uncle told me, but now I've experienced it firsthand.

*Beep beep beep* I patted my little sister under the table, who was still sucking on my penis. She, like a reincarnated glutton, took a few more sucks. Seeing I still hadn't ejaculated, she stood up. I put my arm around her and rubbed her numb legs from squatting.

"Fang Zhili? Who's this country bumpkin? He doesn't even have a profile picture?" my little sister asked, looking at someone on the chat software on her computer.

"A wedding? Brother, he's inviting you to his wedding?" I nodded. "He's not a country bumpkin. Besides, what country bumpkins are there these days? What era are we living in? Have you been staying home too long? Do you think it's still the Qianlong Emperor or the Shunzhi Emperor?

Haha." I tapped my little sister's sweaty nose, wiping away the beads of sweat that were about to drip down. She playfully licked my fingers a few times.

"That's strange. I remember he told me last time that he was already married. Did he divorce his wife?"

Ignoring my little sister's little actions, I asked in confusion.

"Brother, who is he? I've never heard of him before." My little sister was like a little female dog holding onto a bone, sucking on my finger with relish, asking indistinctly as she ate it.

"You brat, aren't you disgusted? You don't know Fang Zhili, but if I said Gouzi, you should know him, right?"

"Gouzi, Gouzi? Oh, I remember now, he's Aunt's son, right? Hehehehe.

Brother, what good thing is that lecher looking for you?" My little sister looked up at me strangely.

"How rude of you, what lecher, it's my cousin." I corrected her, my face burning.

"Hehe, even brother can be shy. You two are two of a kind, both big bad guys who dare to sleep with me."

My little sister said loudly in my ear indignantly.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you know in the first place." I pretended to be annoyed and put my little sister down.

"Alright, stop pretending. We've been married for so many years, and you're still pretending with me. That's because you haven't had any bad thoughts about Aunt and the others, otherwise, hmph hmph hmph." My little sister said mischievously, looking at my now limp penis.

"I'm so confused. My aunt and her daughters are so beautiful, how come I don't feel anything?" I said, then quickly pulled my little sister, who was trying to grab my penis, and the two of us ran laughing and joking into my mother's room.

Fang Zhili, nicknamed Gouzi, is a distant cousin of mine. I call his mother my aunt, and the family still lives in the north. Speaking of which, my cousin Fang and I are quite destined to meet.

At first, I didn't know I had such an aunt; that was three years after I had a relationship with my mother.

I finally waited for winter vacation, and, burning with lust, I hurriedly dragged my second sister home. I threw down my schoolbag, grabbed my mother who was cooking in the kitchen, and pulled her to the bed. As I pulled, I started to pull down her pants. My mother, both amused and exasperated, tried to persuade me not to be so hasty, saying that she would let me play properly after she finished cooking. Unfortunately, even after my penis entered her body, my mother couldn't persuade me, and I had to keep her breathless as I fucked her on the bed for an entire afternoon. Finally, my second sister, who had finished cooking dinner and came to call us, was also dragged to the bed by me.

Back then, I was as healthy as a young calf; two women weren't even enough to satisfy me. During the days when only my second sister was with her, my mother was somewhat afraid of me.

Somehow, she contacted this aunt and, ignoring my pleas, insisted on taking me to see this relative I'd never met. My second sister also insisted on going. My mother initially agreed, but my father objected, saying that too many people would be inconvenient for her.

It just so happened that my father had to go up north on business, so the three of us left my second sister at home and traveled by train, then bus, then train again, a bumpy ride, until we finally arrived at my aunt's place. It was

my first time in the distant and cold north, and being lightly dressed, I shivered from the unusual chill, especially since it was snowing heavily and a biting north wind was blowing.

I didn't even have time to admire the snowy scenery of the north before my mother grabbed me and ran to my aunt's heated kang (a traditional heated

brick bed). My father, behind me, angrily told my aunt that the boy was hopeless, even though he was constantly sniffling. The warm kang quickly warmed the three of us up, giving us time to properly look around. My aunt's house looked slightly worse than ours, but not by much; it had all the necessary appliances.

That evening, I met my cousin Fang Zhili, also known as Gouzi, at my aunt's house for the first time. He always made me call him that, saying it made us seem like true friends.

At the time, Gouzi was more than a head taller than me. Whenever I saw him shirtless, sweating profusely in the yard amidst the heavy snow, I felt quite inferior compared to his small frame.

Fortunately, I had one advantage over him: I could carry two more buckets of water than him. Gouzi said it was because he let me, and I smiled and agreed, feeling incredibly proud.

My dad said goodbye to my aunt after one night; he was in a hurry to go to the border to buy goods. He told me to listen to my cousin Fang and then rushed off to find a car. My mom and I stayed at my aunt's house.

My aunt is a bit taller than my mom, which is probably a characteristic of northern women. In my eyes, my aunt is tall and strong, and sometimes she's even more efficient at physical labor than my cousin Fang. In terms of appearance

, she's just as beautiful as my mom. Because of years of hard work, my aunt's skin is slightly less tanned than my mom's, but it doesn't detract from her beauty. However, I still prefer my mom's gentleness. My aunt also dotes on me, who looks like a little girl. She makes me many kinds of Northeastern snacks, and I eat until my stomach is bulging every day. As a result, after each meal, my cousin Fang has to drag me out for a long walk in the vast snow to digest it.

My aunt told me that she has three daughters, similar to my family, but they were out of town when we visited. Otherwise, I could have admired some beautiful Northeastern girls.

Life always reveals its extraordinary aspects in the ordinary.

I've heard my mother and teachers say this to me more than once, but I probably truly understood its meaning during my time at my aunt's house.

Because my cousin Fang was almost an adult, my mother and I lived in a large room next to my aunt's room. My aunt had just tidied it up; the clutter from her room had been moved to an empty room at the west end of the courtyard.

My aunt was worried that my mother and I would get cold, so she heated the kang (a traditional heated brick bed) until it was scorching hot, even past midnight, it was still warm without a trace of chill.

Before my father left, he told my mother and me to always sleep naked, otherwise we'd get too hot and might catch a cold. My mother and I agreed wholeheartedly. Little did my father know that this little lecher was more than happy to be naked with my mother, so we wouldn't have to worry about undressing during sex.

The next night, as soon as my father left, I listened intently to the sounds from next door like a detective. My aunt and cousin seemed to fall asleep quickly; they only exchanged a few words before falling silent.

I waited patiently for almost half an hour, hearing intermittent snoring from next door. I patted my mother, who was stroking my penis, to signal that everyone next door was asleep. My mother quickly threw off the covers and impatiently climbed on top of me.

I looked at my mother's large, white, lustful buttocks in the moonlight. My mother had already started moving on top of me, her two large breasts rubbing against my thin but firm chest, her two large nipples occasionally scraping against my nipples, each scrape sending shivers down my spine.

My mother had only been busy for a few minutes when she lay on top of me, panting heavily. Her body, a size larger than me, made it hard for me to breathe, especially since her two large breasts, which I both loved and feared, were positioned precisely in front of my mouth. Although the taste was good, I needed to breathe. I patted my mother's large, lustful buttocks; they were surprisingly hot. This heated kang bed was truly amazing.

Mom knew she was pressing her son down too hard. She kissed me a few times on the face, getting my face covered in spittle. Then she turned over, lying on her back, and pulled me onto her stomach. She patted my buttocks, and I, who had done it many times with Mom, understood perfectly. I took my young, strong penis and, guided by the sensation of the glans and Mom's small hands, inserted it into Mom's wet, cunt again. Before I could even move a few times, Mom started panting heavily. I felt uneasy; I didn't want to wake up my aunt and the others next door, that would be embarrassing. I didn't want my cousin to have another reason to tease me, and most importantly, I didn't want him to see Mom naked.

But there was nothing else suitable on the bed besides Mom and my underwear. I hesitated for a moment, and hearing Mom's breathing getting louder, a wicked thought crossed my mind. I grabbed my underwear and stuffed it into Mom's mouth. Mom just shook her head, struggled a little, and then bit my underwear.

With this assurance, I tightly closed my lips, buried my head between my mother's two large breasts, and let out low moans. My disproportionately young body began to thrust earnestly into my mother, listening to her moans and seeing her beautiful face, which seemed to be in pain yet also excited. The hot, wet sensation inside my mother's cunt brought waves of indescribable pleasure to my young penis.

I pressed my hands against the heated kang bed beside my mother, enduring the scalding temperature and the throbbing sensation of ejaculation in my glans, continuing to serve my mother with an extremely difficult, unchanging rhythm.

After thrusting for a while, my hands became unbearably hot, so I quickly moved them to another spot. My mother's buttocks were probably also burning from the heat, and she took the opportunity to chuckle, shaking the panties in her mouth as she moved me to a slightly cooler spot on the kang bed. As soon as we settled down, we immediately began a new round of thrusting and pleasuring.

Suddenly, I thought I heard voices, which startled me so much that I stopped moving and uncontrollably ejaculated. My mother, who hadn't yet reached climax, felt my ejaculation and angrily tried to spank me. I quickly pulled her back, gestured for her to be quiet, and pointed to the next room.

My mother then understood and began to panic. I gently got off her, trying to be as quiet as possible, and slowly withdrew my penis from her body. Even so, it still made a sound as I pulled away, a particularly clear "pop" in the quiet night. My mother stuck out her cute little tongue at me, then carefully pulled her underwear out of her mouth. Together, we crept stealthily to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), pressed against the wall, and listened to the sounds from next door.

The wall seemed very thin because the sound was so clear. I wondered if they had heard what my mother and I were doing. I was a little nervous, but later I realized I was just scaring myself.

"Doggy~ Doggy~ No~ Don't touch me anymore. Just bear with it tonight, listen to Mom, okay? Don't touch me anymore, it's making Mom uncomfortable." That was my aunt's voice.

"Mom~ I've been holding it in all day, feel it, it's so hard." It was clearly my cousin's voice, but the content felt very familiar; I think I'd said the same thing to my mom.

I turned to look at my mom. In the silvery moonlight, her face was pressed against the wall, her jewel-like eyes staring at me intently, a half-smile on her face. I made a face and continued eavesdropping against the wall.

"No, doggy, no, Mom just finished pooping, I haven't washed down there yet~ Doggy~ Doggy~ No~ No~ Don't lick~ Itchy~ Itchy~ It hurts~ Okay~ Son~ No~ Too much~ Mom~ Can't~ Take~ It~ Doggy~ Doggy~" My cousin seemed to be licking something, and next door there was the sound of a cat licking a plate. I was almost certain my cousin was licking something; we were really kindred spirits.

"Mmm~ Mmm~ Son~ Doggy~ Mom~ I want~ I want~ I can't take it anymore~ Mom~ I can't take it anymore~ Waaah~ Waaah" Aunt's voice grew softer and softer, gradually turning into whimpering sounds, leaving only the sounds of my cousin licking. This time, I didn't need to guess to know what treatment Aunt was receiving, except I didn't know whose underwear or something else was in her mouth.

Just as I was thinking about the answer to this question, my penis felt hot, and a small hand grasped it. Without asking, it was of course Mom's.

I didn't turn around, closing my eyes and imagining the scene next door. I really didn't expect things to be like this. My cousin and aunt would actually do such a thing. For me, who had just crossed that river of morality with my mother, this shock was even greater than the first time my penis was allowed to enter my mother's cunt. I originally thought that only I would do such a thing, but I didn't expect that I would have someone else doing the same thing. I felt half surprised and half excited.

The next door was still going on. I touched my mother's lower body and inserted two fingers between her still wet, wonderfully soft labia. Her pulsating slits gripped my fingers tightly. My mother leaned closer, hugging my back, her two large, warm breasts pressed tightly against my chest, while one small hand continued to rub my penis, which was covered in her own juices.

At opposite ends of the wall, two pairs of mothers and sons were enjoying the illicit pleasure.

"Ugh~ Ugh~ Hmm~ Ugh~ Mmm~ Doggy~ Mom~ Can't~ Hold Back~ Mom~ Wants to~ Scream~ Ah~ Ah~ Oh~ Oh~ Hot~ Doggy~ So hot~ So thick~ So thick~ It's in~ Deeper~ Deeper~ Ah~ Ah~ Doggy~ Mom~ Is Going to Pee~ Ugh~ Doggy~ Quick~ Let Mom~ Pee~ Pee~ Good~ Doggy~ God~ God~ Doggy~ My good son~ So good~ Mom~ Is~ So good~"

The actions of my aunt and cousin could now be heard even without them pressing against the wall. My aunt seemed to have removed something from her mouth and started shouting loudly.

I really admire my cousin; he dared to have sex with my mother so openly even when there were guests at home.

After listening for a while, my aunt's voice from next door went from loud to soft. I thought they would stop there, but unexpectedly, my aunt's shouts soon grew louder again thanks to my cousin's panting efforts.

"You little rascal~ Today~ so~ so~ so wild~ you're really~ a show-off~ Your sister~ your little sister~ you're not~ this~ strong~ rascal~ it hurts~ it hurts~ ah~ no~ ah~ too~ tight~ fuck~ to death~ Mom's going to die~ ahhhhh~ it's coming again~ waaaaah"

My mother and I stared at each other with our mouths wide open. My mother's expression looked a little strange under the moonlight, but then my mother and I covered our mouths and lay on the kang, convulsing. We chuckled for a while. I looked at my mother's high, bright white, lustful buttocks, and said nothing more, nor did I worry. I held my hard, stimulated cock and thrust it hard into my mother's elastic, still hot, lustful buttocks. My mother, still laughing, lay on the kang, her body trembling as she received the merciless lash of my cock. After fucking for a while, the noise from next door grew louder. I could vaguely hear my aunt making sounds like a cat in heat. My mother under me heard it too, turned around, and hugged me, kissing me passionately. I didn't care about anything else and fucked my mother hard, the muscular lower abdomen and her lustful buttocks making a slapping sound.

My lips and hers seemed glued together. Listening to my aunt and cousin's deafening moans next door, my head was buzzing. My mother wasn't doing much better. I had just licked away her saliva when another wave of saliva immediately followed. While constantly drinking my mother's sweet saliva, we moved our lustful buttocks uncomfortably from the heat of the kang (heated brick bed). Perhaps it was the kang that made us feel hot, my anger turned into lust, and I fucked my mother all night long. However, later, I still made her bite her panties to prevent her from moaning. Selfishly, I didn't want my cousin and the others to hear my mother's beautiful moans. My mother seemed to understand me. Even when she came, she only bit my shoulder and trembled for a few minutes without making a sound. After we finished, I realized that both my mother and I had two large burn marks on the back of our buttocks, and my mother's breasts were swollen and sore for a whole day because I had used too much force.

The second day was normal, the third day was normal, and the following days were normal during the day. My cousin and I continued to play and run around as usual. My aunt didn't show any signs of anything amiss when she saw my mother and me. Of course, my mother and I didn't think we were hallucinating, because the sounds of their moans every night served as the best cover for my mother and me.

When I left, I patted my cousin on the shoulder and nodded. My cousin understood; I was completely convinced by him. My cousin was very proud, and so was I, although we were proud of different things.

Miracles always seem to follow me. My cousin didn't discover my relationship with my mother until I left. Maybe he did but didn't say anything, or maybe he was so engrossed in what he was doing with my aunt that he completely ignored everyone else.

I later understood my cousin; it was probably the latter, because when my mother and I, and even when I had sex with my older sisters and younger sisters, we only thought about each other and didn't think about anyone else.

That's how my cousin Gouzi and I got in touch. When we were struggling financially, we just wrote letters to each other, chatting about our studies and work. Later, my cousin Gouzi told me that he had met a benefactor, started his own company, and become its CEO.

Later, my cousin wrote to tell me he got married; the bride was his cousin. I had worried for him for nothing about incestuous marriage, but the following year he sent me a family photo. In the photo, my cousin was dark-skinned and muscular, looking almost like the current US president.

His wife was a typical Northeastern beauty, standing next to him, and even though she was holding a child, she still seemed a little shy in front of the camera. My aunt and her three daughters stood behind them. My older and younger cousins were indeed beauties, but I didn't feel anything special, because the beauties in my own family had already made me indifferent to them.

In the following years, my uncle and I were busy with our careers, and we didn't contact my cousin as frequently, but we would still call each other once a year and write a few letters to exchange greetings.

My cousin and aunt even visited us once. When my uncle saw my cousin, he kept saying how handsome he was. My younger cousin was stunned when he saw the four beautiful Northeastern girls, drooling and following them around, refusing to leave no matter how much my uncle scolded or beat him.

My tall stature caught my cousin Fang's eye, and he tried to force me to drink. I dodged several times, but on the day he left, he forced me to drink until I vomited all over the room, and it took my mother ages to clean it up. My mother was furious and gave me a good beating. Not wanting to take it lying down, and wanting to assert my dominance, that night I turned the tables on my mother in bed and gave her a good beating with my penis, making her beg for mercy. Her cunt was even wet from the beating. She kept begging for forgiveness and dared not do it again.

This time, the only guests at my cousin Fang's wedding were our family, and the bride was someone that left us speechless—it was my aunt and my cousins. At the banquet, I obediently raised a large bowl to toast my cousin, because he had done something I wouldn't have dared to do. My cousin was happily drunk that night, but I couldn't sleep a wink because of my aunt and the other brides' complaints.

After a few days, I really didn't want to keep getting aroused by my cousin and the others' moaning during sex, and my younger sister Lian'er and the others were also suffering from the sweltering heat of the kang (heated brick bed). When I said goodbye to my cousin, he pulled me aside and slyly told me that my aunt was pregnant with his child, his face beaming with pride. I nodded, and then one of his questions almost made me collapse: he asked how many children my mother had given me. Turns

out, my cousin knew everything! This sly guy.

I tried to brush it off with a chuckle, but he said I hadn't been fair to my mother and the others, not giving any of the women a proper status even though I had a child. I thought to myself, "Cousin, can my hometown compare to yours?" However, I did have the idea of having a wedding ceremony with my mother and the others here. We'd secretly held ceremonies at home before, but those were always small-scale affairs; too many people in the neighborhood knew us, and we'd never had such a formal opportunity.

When I told my mother and the others, those women practically blew me away, chattering and clamoring that we should have a second wedding the next day.

There was no other way. The next day, with my cousin's help, our family, witnessed by his family, held a traditional Northeastern ethnic wedding. Looking at the photos and videos my cousin had taken, my mother and the other women looked at me with tears in their eyes. I chuckled and leaned closer to look.

Wait, why are Lian'er and the other little ones dressed as brides too? Apparently, they had secretly caught up with this grand wedding while I wasn't looking.

There were no other guests at the wedding; my cousin invited a few friends, since they didn't know the true relationship between my mother and the other women. We all spent this unforgettable day together in a lively atmosphere.

Back home, the women's excitement lingered for days, and I took the opportunity to enjoy their tender affection.

My cousin's company used to deal in arms; I never realized he was a war profiteer. Apparently, he has a very close relationship with the Russians and has married a Soviet woman. Once, when I met him online, I jokingly asked if he could handle a Soviet woman. My cousin thumped his chest so loudly it shook the mountains, then pulled over a Soviet woman watching the spectacle, ready to put on a show. I was terrified and begged for mercy. My cousin and his Soviet wife laughed heartily; the couple were playing a trick on me, and I actually believed them.

Some of the real equipment my security department got was forced on me by my cousin. In return, I also used my uncle's old connections to help my cousin resolve many issues with the Russians.

At the end of this year, my cousin told me that my aunt had given birth to his second child, saying that if I didn't work harder, I wouldn't be able to catch up. I thought to myself, "So what if you've given birth? I'm almost pregnant with my daughter!"

I haven't told him any of this yet, afraid of scaring him away. My cousin admitted he couldn't accept having sex with his daughter, saying that if I weren't his friend, he probably would have already castrated me.

I learned my cousin's bottom line during a business trip to Beijing. I ran into him there with his daughter, a beautiful 7-year-old girl, like a porcelain doll, who clung to him constantly.

I was whispering with my cousin about whether I'd ever considered having a father-daughter relationship with my daughter, and he almost got into a fight with me, slamming his fist on the table and kicking chairs. I had to smile sheepishly, offer him a drink, and apologize before he finally calmed down. I thought to myself, I can't joke like that again.

Looking at his serious expression, I thought to myself that he was just being hypocritical. I thought to myself, even animals have different tastes, but it's rare to have a friend like my cousin who understands my relationship with my mother and her family. Even though he can't accept my relationship with my daughter, I don't need to say anything. Even though we both understand, we can still be friends. Bringing things out in the open would only make things worse.

My cousin is the only friend I can truly confide in, and I don't think I'll ever have another friend like him. Maybe I'll give up this belief when incest is legally recognized, but definitely not now.

That's my cousin, Fang Zhili, a humorous Northeastern man.

By the way, my cousin just told me online that he's writing a book called "The Northeastern Kang."

I wonder how he'll portray himself; I'm really looking forward to being his first reader.

I'm also secretly writing a book, the one you're reading about. The title isn't finalized yet; my younger sister suggested "Homegrown Flowers Always Smell Better Than Wildflowers." I asked her if she'd seen me picking wildflowers. She shook her head.

Exactly! All the flowers in my bed are homegrown; what wildflowers could I possibly have? To be honest, I'd like to, but the women in my family won't agree. And most importantly, I have no interest in wildflowers. These days, I can't even get an erection when I see one. Isn't that embarrassing?

Luckily, I have a buddy in the same boat, which makes me feel a bit better.

My cousin, Gouzi, once got drunk and said he had the same problem. Whenever he saw his aunt and three cousins, his penis would get incredibly hard, but the moment he saw another woman, he lost all desire, treating her like a man and finding her utterly repulsive. I wiped away a cold sweat, thinking how lucky I was to be an exception. My cousin also revealed that in his family, every time they had sex, one of the "house beauties" had to participate; otherwise, his penis wouldn't be hard enough to continue, let alone have sex with those big-breasted Soviet women and bring glory to the nation.

I immediately nodded in agreement; we were essentially the same, except I had a larger number of "house beauties."

Before Gouzi passed out, his cousin blurted out his last words: "Brother, let me tell you the truth, seeing those women in your family, especially your mother, makes me sick. I'm too embarrassed to say it in front of them, but they just don't give me any desire. Thank goodness you're leaving my house soon, otherwise I'd be impotent and you'd have to pay my medical bills."

I looked at my cousin, who was fast asleep on the table, and playfully kicked his little brother a few times. "Pah!" I thought. "You think I don't find your women disgusting? If it weren't for that Soviet woman's huge breasts, which were at least somewhat presentable, do you think I wouldn't want to rush home and cuddle with my mom and daughters?"

What a load of rubbish! Then I got knocked out by some Northeastern Chinese liquor.

Okay, okay, my little sister and Fangfei are urging me again, saying that my mom and the others are getting impatient downstairs, and if I don't come down soon, they'll have to make tofu themselves.

I have to go downstairs and play with my mom and the others. It's been so long since I played a threesome with Lian'er's mom, I can't miss it again today. Goodnight everyone.

I'll come back upstairs when I have time to continue telling you the story of "Home Flower".

"The End" 05-01

Mother's Chapter Mother's Breasts

September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival, and my mother and I went back to pay our respects. My hometown is surrounded by mountains, and there is a mountain stream in front of the house.

The scenery is beautiful and the air is fresh. Not many families celebrate the Double Ninth Festival as Qingming Festival, but my hometown celebrates it as the Double Ninth Festival. I haven't been back to my hometown for many years. After graduating, I was unemployed at home, so on September 9th, I went back with my mother to pay our respects, which was also a way to relax and adjust my mindset before trying to find a job again.

My mother and I took the night bus and arrived in my hometown at 9 am. My ancestral home in my hometown had collapsed in a storm due to years of disrepair and its long history. Now we can only stay at my uncle's house, which is located halfway up a mountain. The house is quite small, so there aren't many beds.

I have to share a bed with my mother at night. The weather on the mountain is strange; it's quite warm until 11 pm, very cold after midnight, and quite chilly until 11 am. There's a high mountain in front of our place, so we don't see the sun until after 11 am, making the mornings generally very cold.

My mother and I arrived in our hometown earlier than planned, so we haven't started the ancestral worship ceremony yet. That time, the whole family worshipped, and it was a large-scale event. My family only needs to contribute money; we don't need much help, like repairing the ancestral temple.

My mother and I have a very good relationship, although we sometimes have a generation gap and speak quite freely. That day, my mother and I took a bus to the city; we just wanted to see what local specialties we could buy to take back.

My mother is a very cheerful woman, 41 years old, with a fair complexion and a face shape somewhat like Zhao Yazhi's. She dresses neatly and likes to take care of her skin and groom herself, looking somewhat like a wealthy lady. She is about 160cm tall.

My mother and I went to an amusement park outside the city for a while, and then went shopping, buying some local specialties. We had lunch outside the city, and went back to my uncle's place around 3 pm.

We ate some local specialties tonight; they were okay, but much bland. My mother and I were a bit tired from playing, so we took showers around 8 pm and went back to our room. I watched TV while my mother chatted with relatives outside. Around 10 pm, my mother

took a shower and came back to her room. Her hair was still a little wet, and she was wearing a cute old nightgown. She started arranging the things we bought that day. I told her we could do it tomorrow and watch some entertainment.

She agreed to watch what she liked, and sat next to me, chatting about TV celebrities. I don't like watching TV (I only like using the computer), and as we chatted, my eyelids started to get tired, so I leaned on my mother's shoulder, holding her left hand with both hands, and closed my eyes to rest.

My mother saw me and told me to go to sleep, but I don't like going to bed early, so I said I'd just wait a bit and rest. I leaned against my mother like that, chatting. Her body was neither too fat nor too thin, with a moderate amount of body fat, making her very comfortable to lean against; at least I couldn't feel any hardness.

I said to her, "Mom, it feels so comfortable leaning against you, so soft, and there's a faint scent of soap."

My mother replied, "If it's comfortable, lie down a little longer. Are you not used to this wooden bed?"

I nodded, and she continued, "We were poor before, and your father and I slept on this kind of bed. Thinking back, I was working to earn money while your father continued his studies. Now he's an engineering designer; it really wasn't easy..." I nodded again, and she continued talking. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

When I woke up, my mother was holding me to her chest, preparing to lift me up. I was woken up, my eyes still blurry, probably from playing too much that day. I lazily held the lower part of my mother's head with both hands, and I vaguely felt the elasticity of her breasts, which felt incredibly comfortable.

My mother tried to hold me up, but she was getting tired. Seeing that I was half-awake, she shook me awake. I wanted her to hold me up, but she couldn't. Once I was awake, I jumped into bed and went back to sleep. I hugged the blanket, and then my mother turned off the light and got into bed.

My mother slept next to me. The wooden bed was small, just enough for the two of us. After she lay down, I turned to my side and wrapped my arms around her right arm, my head close to hers, my body resting against her lower left side. It was just contact, nothing more.

My mother let me be. We slept like that. I don't know what time it was in the middle of the night, but it was very cold outside. I'm sensitive to the cold, so I woke up because of it. But I was still half-awake, and my body seemed to instinctively move towards warmth. My hands were gripping the top of my mother's right arm, my legs were wrapped around the inside of her thighs, and my head was pressed against the side of her neck. It was so cold! I curled up.

Even under the blanket, I still felt shivering. My mother's left hand was also around my back, letting me sleep closer to keep warm. But gradually I came to my senses, though I was too lazy to move, so I just curled up next to my mother.

Half an hour passed, and my mother seemed to have fallen asleep. Her warm breath warmed my face, and I felt very cozy. I felt increasingly attached to my mother. At this point, I became more awake, and I would touch my mother's hands and feet with my right hand and right foot to warm them, which felt very comfortable. My mother seemed to be a heavy sleeper.

As I touched her, I moved my hand up her right arm and touched her face. I felt her loveliness, and my heart was instantly moved. (It was the kind of love and emotion between mother and child—she is such a good mother.)

After touching her for a while, I didn't mean to, and my hand just went down. While playing, I accidentally touched my mother's breast. My mother's breasts were medium to large, soft, and not very elastic. I accidentally touched them, and suddenly my attention was drawn to my mother's breasts.

But I didn't dare to reach out and touch my mother's breasts. At that time, my head was between my mother's neck and I deliberately moved my head down, slowly moving my cheek to the front of my mother's breasts, only touching a little bit of soft, swollen flesh.

I thoroughly enjoyed the comfortable and tender feel of her flesh. My body was a little hot and I was nervous, but I still rubbed against her very, very gently. A minute later, my mother was still asleep.

I cautiously moved my right hand up, my palm touching the top of her right breast. My palm was touching her clothes, but it was very hot and I felt like I was going to sweat. I slowly pressed down with my right middle finger, gently stroking her right breast. The feeling was very stimulating, but I was afraid of waking her. My right middle finger pressed against the flesh next to her breast, it felt so good. As I pressed, I started to gently press on her nipple. Her nipple was very soft and tender, with a slightly tingling sensation.

After a few presses, I started to gently press down with my palm, from under her breast, my fingers pressing on her nipple. I paused for a moment, a chill ran through me, and my mouth watered. I started to gently grasp my mother's right breast (my hand was under her breast at that time), gently pressing from below, squeezing from both sides with my pinky and thumb, and gently rubbing around the nipple with my middle three fingers. It was very soft, comfortable, and stimulating.

At this moment, I kept a close eye on my mother, afraid she might suddenly wake up. My right hand continued to caress her breasts, very gently pressing and rubbing her nipples, lightly pinching them between two fingers and rubbing them in a circular motion.

My lower body was burning hot, and I pressed my abdomen against my mother's thigh. She was wearing pajamas, and my penis was pressed against the side of her leg. I could feel a strong, tingling sensation from her thigh, and my penis was very hard. I wanted to rub against her, to stimulate her, but I was afraid of waking her, so I could only rest my penis against her side leg.

Because my right hand was touching my mother's breast, she didn't seem to wake up. Her pajamas were short, so I boldly reached my hand down under her pajamas and slowly moved my right hand. I moved my hand, feeling that the distance was very far. It took a long time before I finally touched my mother's breast. Instantly, I felt like thunder, my heart and head were on fire, and I held my mother's breast with my whole hand, afraid to move.

After a short while, my hand felt like a worm crawling on my mother's breast, incredibly warm. My right hand, absorbing her body heat, felt exceptionally comfortable. My hand started to caress, then gradually moved to her entire breast.

My thumb and the finger between my thumbs gently circled her nipple, starting very gently and gradually increasing the stimulation. I became bolder, squeezing and pinching her nipple with slightly more force.

After a while, her nipple hardened, and her entire breast seemed to come alive, softening and swelling. At that point, I didn't care anymore; I gently pinched her entire breast with my right hand, pressing my palm against it, feeling as if it had grown even larger. I began to rub her entire breast with my palm, gently rubbing it from bottom to top.

I rubbed my palm against my mother's nipple, and a continuous electric shock traveled from my palm to my heart, like being electrocuted. My palm was suspended in mid-air, with my mother's nipple only half-touching it. I moved my palm left and right, up and down, until my mother's nipple just touched my palm. The feeling was more dynamic than touching a breast (you must try it if you have the chance).

Waves of electric shocks reached my heart, and in my excitement, I squeezed my right palm harder than before. At this moment, my mother moved slightly. She turned her head towards me, shifted her waist back, and leaned slightly towards me. I was immediately terrified and froze, my breath catching in my throat.

My hand remained on her breast, still gripping it, but I dared not let go, afraid of waking her. After about three minutes, my mother did not move. My right hand, which was still gripping my mother's breast, felt a little wet. I gently released my mother's breast.

I slowly reached out from my mother's breast, terrified that she would wake up, so I stopped all inappropriate actions towards her. After sleeping for about 10 minutes, I wasn't as frightened as before, and my heart calmed down.

Once I was sure my mother was still asleep, my heart started racing again. This time, I was much bolder. I gently pushed the blankets covering both of us down, and lightly lifted my mother's nightgown. I moved my body back to make it easier to lift her clothes.

After lifting for a while, my mother's breast popped out. It turned out that when I lifted her clothes, I had accidentally pushed her breast up as well, and her nipple had jumped down and touched my left hand (very lightly). This time it was her left breast.

I continued to lift her nightgown, and with my right hand, I started to gently scratch my mother's breast, making a "tap-tap" motion with my four fingers, while my thumb pressed against the nipple and pushed upwards repeatedly. The bumps near my mother's nipple (I can't type the word) stood up (those small bumps next to the breast), becoming more and more noticeable with each rub. Then I rubbed them in a circle, and then with both fingers interlaced, swirling them like a turbine.

After playing with it for a while, I grew bolder, moved my head down a little, and grabbed my entire breast with my right hand, squeezing it and bringing it to my mouth. My lips touched my mother's nipple, and I felt a slight itch. I then wiggled the nipple up and down against my lips. Stimulated and aroused, I suddenly opened my mouth and took my mother's nipple into my mouth for a while.

I stuck out my tongue and touched my mother's nipple. Instantly, my mother's right breast twitched and shuddered. The movement was a bit too strong, and I stopped, startled. I looked at my mother and felt that her breathing seemed to have become heavier, and the temperature of her breath had risen. I felt a warm, enveloping sensation.

After a while, I began to suckle my mother's nipple. My mother's nipple deeply touched my tongue, and I also felt the bumps around it. My head and tongue swirled around the upper part of her breast, while my right hand was also busy, grasping my mother's right breast and making hand and finger movements, but the grasping force was still light.

However, my mother's right breast and nipple were unusually sharp. I grabbed them with my fingers and rubbed them upwards, stretching them longer and longer. The nipple, like a flower petal, parted slightly, with a crater-like opening in the middle. I held two fingers between the sides of the nipple, while my thumb pressed down firmly on the center of the parted nipple, rubbing it. As I rubbed, the opening widened a bit, and I could feel it getting slightly wet.

My tongue wasn't idle either; I was sucking. I opened my mouth wide and took half of my mother's breast deep into my mouth, my saliva soaking most of it. As I pressed and sucked, my mother's heart pounded, and I could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat—a subtle, dynamic art.

My tongue, intertwining with my own, sucked and swirled around her nipple, like fingers clamping down, the pressure varying with each thrust. Her breasts rose and fell with the movement. Strangely, as I sucked, I felt the nipple on her left breast gradually shrink from its initial sharpness. The more I kissed, rubbed, and sucked, the smaller the nipple became, eventually turning into a small, round, but slippery one. My tongue greedily swirled and stirred that tiny nipple. Her

right breast, both nipples and clitoris, stood erect from my right hand's caresses; it seemed slightly larger than her left (at least in my perception). I half-propped myself up, my left hand grasping my mother's left breast, my hands simultaneously attacking her firm breasts. At this moment, I stopped sucking, enjoying the soft feel of her breasts.

I held my hands, palms facing upwards, just touching my mother's nipples, and made circles quickly. The sensation of my mother's nipples against my palms was indescribable, a feeling that traveled from my hands to my heart (try this with your wife!). The pleasure grew increasingly pleasurable. My movements quickened, and the nipple of my mother's right breast

(the one I was suckling) quickly became sharp again under my rapid, intense touches, even growing longer and longer with each rotation. In fact, the nipple was so long that it also began to rotate with my hands.

Waves of pleasure surged through my heart and mind. After rotating my hands, I switched to a flag-raising gesture, using my thumbs to rub my mother's nipple from the inside out, hoping to lengthen it further.

As I vigorously rubbed her breasts, she slightly shifted her body, arching and moving closer to me. I was already burning with desire, my hands still rubbing incessantly.

Because her breasts were quite large, I brought her nipples together with both hands, rubbing them against each other with increasing force, feeling her nerves throbbing even more intensely.

I opened my mouth wide and took both of her nipples into my mouth, my tongue intertwining between them, to make it easier to suckle her breasts.

I moved my body down a little, much closer, my left leg straddling hers, my lower body unconsciously, as if by inertia, pressing against her smooth thigh, moving up and down. The pleasure wasn't very intense, but I felt my penis burning hot, all external sensations paling in comparison to its heat. But the paler it felt, the stronger my desire became, the more I moved, the more intense my movements.

Especially during the movement, I deliberately pulled my lower body back, exposing it to allow my penis to be inserted or pressed downwards, which intensified the sensation. The feeling in my lower body surpassed the pleasure my lips received from my mother's breasts, but my lips still unconsciously licked my mother's breasts and chest skin.

After rubbing my lower body for a while, I released my mother's breasts and turned to caress the skin around them. I stretched out my tongue, drawing and writing on my mother's left and right breasts, tracing lines on her chest skin, and slowly moving down to her neck.

I don't know why, but when I reached my mother's neck, I felt the veins there throb intensely, so I started to suck and rub my tongue against her neck, especially when I sucked hard, and my mother's reaction was particularly noticeable.

I grew bolder and began to move my body upwards, grabbing my mother's ears with both hands. I licked and sucked her neck with my tongue and saliva. My lower body moved higher and higher, pressing against half of my mother's lower abdomen.

The more I sucked, the stronger my mother's reaction became. I could feel her breathing becoming stronger, and her exhaled air felt like a breath of air blowing over my head. At that point, I couldn't care less about anything else. I continued to suck, slowly kissing my mother's cheeks, her tongue tracing patterns on her face. Gradually, my lower body completely covered my mother's lower body.

At this moment, my penis was very long and hard, pressing directly against my mother's private parts. I increased the force of my lower body movements, rubbing against her lower body and feeling the bones pressing against the bones on both sides of my body, which was a little painful. So I moved down a little, my penis almost pressing against my mother's tender private parts.

We were wearing relatively thin clothes, and I could feel the heat from my mother's lower body surrounding my penis. The alternating hot and cold sensations during the movement were incredibly pleasurable. This hot and cold pleasure, along with the throbbing of my mother's warm flesh, resonated with my rhythm. I moved my lower body more and more vigorously. I had stopped sucking on my mother at this point, and I supported my upper body with my hands to maximize the contact between my lower body and my mother's private parts.

During the movement of my lower body, my mother's body seemed to be making love to me, her body being pushed up and down by my somewhat strong force, moving around on the bed. My mother didn't make any other movements, just remained quiet, as if waiting for something. In fact, I already knew that my mother had been awake for a long time.

The lower body continued, through the clothes, feeling the warm area, swaying gently up and down, back and forth, feeling like fantasizing, a bit like buttock sex on a bus, but this felt real, the stimulation of buttock sex is more intense.

My mother and I were locked in a struggle of flesh, during which my penis gradually lost interest, and I began to feel the increased friction of the clothes against my penis, but it was uncomfortable. I gradually stopped this movement and began to kiss my mother's skin again, my body getting closer to hers, kissing her neck, my left hand wandering and caressing the skin on my mother's right side, her body was very warm.

After wandering for a while, I moved my hand down, starting to move to the outer thigh, caressing for less than 2 seconds, then turned to the inner side, without touching her private parts, my mother's inner side was very warm, the skin was very smooth.

My mother was wearing those boxer shorts-style pajama bottoms, very thin and soft. I caressed the inner thigh, my fingers sometimes increasing the pressure, sometimes pinching the inner flesh, my mother's thigh flesh was very elastic.

Slowly, without realizing it, my hand moved to the area above my mother's genitals. The area above her genitals was large and soft, warm to the touch, definitely not less pleasurable than caressing her breasts—each with its own unique characteristics.

I was very excited. My left hand covered her entire mons pubis, like grabbing a nipple, in a rather rough way. The process felt slightly rough, and I could feel the pubic hair moving as I grasped it.

The rough caress of her mons pubis, with moderate pressure and speed, felt like playing with sand. My lips were also kissing my mother's body, skin, and various parts of her breasts.

I slipped my thumb inside her mons pubis, pressing and kneading the area above. It was still through her underwear, but the area above it was already very, very wet. When I pressed it, it felt sticky, and my thumb was surrounded by a layer of fluid.

The more I pressed and rubbed, the slipperier it became. I rubbed it with my thumb, applying a little more pressure. My mother's body seemed to move quite strongly, but I ignored her (I knew she was awake). Because she was on her side, I could only use my fingers to rub against her panties.

As I touched her, I pulled her panties down with my thumb, and my thumb touched her mons pubis. This was her vulva, very slippery and wet. It felt like my entire thumb wasn't touching it. At

first, I just slid it gently and slowly. During the sliding, I touched a small clitoris, and I lingered on it, increasing the pressure and starting to rub and press. My mother's lower body moved rhythmically with my rubbing. Every time I rubbed upwards, her lower body would twitch.

The mons pubis had a very rhythmic feel and a unique charm. As I rubbed, I moved down to her clitoris and pressed down hard. My thumb felt like it was entering another world, sinking into a unique world—my mother's vagina.

I inserted my thumb halfway in, and then I started stirring and squeezing. My mother's vagina was very wet, and because my thumb was quite large, it almost filled the entire opening. The process of my thumb going in and out was quite unique. At first, it was slow, but then the force and speed increased, becoming continuous, like pressing the space bar on a keyboard, forcefully pressing in and out. My mother's lower body moved back and forth as I pressed in and out, her movements varied and fascinating.

As I pressed deeper and deeper, almost my entire thumb was inside my mother's vagina, and I began to perform the in-and-out motion. As the saying goes, "It's easy to get in, but hard to get out" (a somewhat exaggerated analogy). My thumb plunged deep into my mother's mons pubis, and as I pulled it out, my mother's vagina seemed to be sucking on my thumb (it felt quite strong). After a few minutes of thrusting, I began to carefully feel the inner walls of my mother's vagina with my thumb. The inner walls were incredibly smooth and tender,

even smoother than lubricant, so tender that it felt like the skin was touching real flesh. I started moving in and out of her vagina, and with each thrust I felt a slightly rough texture. Perhaps this was a natural reaction women create to stimulate a man's penis.

As I played with her vagina, my mother felt a stronger sensation than before. The stronger the sensation, the harder I rubbed, at a very fast speed and with great force. My thumb felt extremely tired, but I enjoyed it. The intense memories of my mother's body gave me a unique stimulation and thrill.

After about 10 minutes, a liquid leaked out. Why did that liquid feel a little cold? Perhaps because my thumb was warm from rubbing, it felt relatively cold. As it leaked, my mother's lower body arched considerably, her torso and waist forming a semi-arched bridge.

My mother woke up…

I was stunned for a moment, everything stopped. My mother moved back slightly, and I quickly pulled my hand out of her vagina. At that moment, I was pressing my body against hers. I froze, not knowing what to say or do…

that was all I could do. Those few seconds felt like an eternity. Because I couldn't see my mother's expression clearly, she just stood there for a moment, looking at me, and I looked at her.

She paused, seemingly thinking about something, or perhaps angry, or perhaps waiting for something… At that moment, I was absolutely terrified, even losing all feeling in my penis.

Looking back, that moment was actually very short, about 30 seconds, but the mix of emotions made it feel like every second was a cruel joke, every millisecond a ticking time bomb.

Suddenly, my mother grabbed my head and thrust her long tongue into my mouth. Caught off guard by this sudden attack, I was stunned. But my mother seemed incredibly enthusiastic, her long tongue filling my mouth, almost suffocating me. She pulled me closer to her.

After 10 seconds, I regained consciousness and began to use my inner strength to forcefully suck and pull on her tongue. I sucked on her tongue so hard, holding it in my mouth. I pulled it to the end, then suddenly released it. Her tongue retracted, and I extended my own, our tongues interacting like a passionate young couple.

My tongue swirled and twisted, forming all sorts of shapes. The hardest part was tying our tongues together, one above the other, swirling around. Because my kissing skills were terrible, almost a mess, I was drooling profusely, and my mother was gulping it down.

My hands moved from my mother's back to her breasts. This time, I let loose and grabbed her firm, powerful breasts, pressing them against my nipples with my thumbs. My mother loved this feeling; the harder I pressed, the more intensely her lips met mine. Her tongue darted towards me, stretching very far, almost filling my mouth.

My mother's hands weren't idle either, haphazardly stroking my back. She pulled down part of my pants and grabbed my buttocks with both hands. She seemed obsessed with my buttocks, kneading, stroking, and swirling them around.

My mother forcefully pressed my lower body up, so that my lower body was now on top of her cunt, pressing against my skin. My penis was pressing against her cunt. My mother lifted my buttocks, pressing down on them, and pushed me up. My penis rubbed against her cunt through my clothes, making me dizzy. My penis was rubbed until it was ridiculously swollen. My mother seemed to really like this kind of "brother-vulva" intercourse. The waves of stimulation it brought were self-evident.

My mother had opened up to kiss me, and my lower body moved in rhythm with her. Each time she pressed down, she thrust hard, adjusting the opening of my penis, indirectly touching each other, experiencing waves of pleasure, heat, and a fleshy, slightly wet sensation—it was truly indescribable.

I braced myself on the bed, careful not to crush my mother, but my lower body was cooperating with her movements. After a while, I lifted my lower body, ceasing my ministrations with my mother. I pulled down my pants completely and took off my shirt. My mother then removed her top, revealing her breasts, but I couldn't see them clearly.

I was completely naked. As my mother prepared to pull down her pants, I immediately pressed down on her. Her pants were only pulled down to her knees. I pressed down, my penis moving against her underwear, the friction feeling uniquely comfortable, different from the friction between her pants. It felt very real and very sensual. My

mother's underwear was already soaked with fluid, and my penis was actually quite wet when it touched her, but that felt incredibly pleasurable. My mother placed her hand on my back, simply supporting me without making any further movements. I rubbed against her panties, feeling the soft, moist, and slightly elastic texture, along with the friction of her pubic hair. Even through the panties, her pubic hair added a touch of sensuality. I pressed my chest against her breasts, rubbing my lower body against her upper body.

In particular, her nipples, hard and sliding against my chest, were incredibly defined, each strand distinct. My lower body felt like I was fantasizing about a beautiful woman, while my upper body was genuinely aroused. I rubbed harder and harder, and as I rubbed, my mother arched her back, her legs supporting her weight. She used her feet to push off her pants, which were still partially pulled down, and we began a rhythmic but rapid rubbing motion between her and me.

After rubbing for a few minutes, I started to arch my hips back, aiming my glans at my mother's vulva. I pushed in slightly, bumping against her through her thin panties. My glans slid in a tiny bit, and her panties followed suit. The feeling was absolutely uniquely comfortable (if you have the chance, buy some very thin panties for your woman to try). That feeling of wanting to go in but not being able to, that psychological feeling was absolutely special (like wanting to have sex with a girl on a bus, wanting to penetrate her vagina but unable to—but only slightly better). At this

moment, I continued to arch my body, thrusting my penis into my mother's vagina. My mother seemed to be experiencing this feeling of wanting to do it but not being able to. Her legs even rose above my hips, her feet following my movements, as if urging me—go in faster, come in faster. And so, my mother and I arched our vulvas together.

As the thrusting intensified, my glans penetrated deep into my mother's vagina. Although her panties were in the way, I couldn't feel their effect; they merely provided resistance. Her vagina was very moist, and the stimulation seemed to bring a unique flush.

I sat up, grasped my penis, and began to rotate it around the part of my mother's vagina that was inside, sometimes pushing it further in, sometimes swaying it against her.

My mother was thoroughly enjoying this unique pleasure. Although neither of us had spoken a word, I could feel her arousal and sensations

; it was incredibly pleasurable. After a while, I leaned over her and suckled her breasts. Her nipples remained firm and erect, clearly from the intense pleasure. My penis remained inside her.

After a while, I used my hand to push the bottom of my mother's panties to the other side, completely exposing her vulva, though she was still wearing panties. I began to touch my penis against her real mons pubis; the texture of that flesh was unparalleled, and its wetness truly attracted my glans.

I thoroughly enjoyed this kind of illicit pleasure. I rubbed my glans against her vulva, and my mother seemed to tremble; I sensed her reaction.

I sat up, pushing her panties aside with one hand and gripping my penis with the other, forcefully rubbing and thrusting my glans against her mons pubis. My mother's body moved up and down, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally bumping against my glans. Perhaps due to her own reflexes, my glans began to rub against her clitoris, then against the vulva. The breath she exhaled and the movement of her chest revealed her deep enjoyment.

I enjoyed this too. After a while of rubbing, I lay on top of my mother, my penis head entering her vagina. I started thrusting, but not fully inside. The sensation of her vaginal muscles stimulating my glans was incredibly arousing. My mother's lower body was also moving and thrusting upwards, as if trying to fully penetrate me, but I wasn't in a hurry.

My mother arched her back, and I moved back, continuing like this for a while. When she arched her back, I suddenly pushed my penis fully into her vagina. It felt so good, so wonderful! (Addendum: It's best not to let your partner know your next move during sex; that's what makes it exciting and stimulating.) After penetrating, I paused for a moment, then thrust in again with great force, making my mother's body move.

I held my mother, and slowly, with each thrust, I pushed her hips in and out, sometimes forcefully, sometimes slightly harder. The force varied, and her reactions differed, but each time she breathed heavily; I could feel the heat and power of her breath on my neck. Based on this, each thrust was quite forceful, but not very fast.

After one forceful thrust, I suddenly accelerated, and the thrusting began to crackle, becoming slightly louder. The sound was incredibly stimulating to my eardrums and heart. My mother's panties weren't pulled down; the edge of her panties was pressing against the side of my glans. With each thrust, the edge of her panties slid along the edge of my glans. The feeling was no less than during sex (you must try it if you have the chance; buy looser panties). My mother's genitals were almost completely wet. As I thrust faster, the sound echoed throughout the room. My mother's legs spread wider and wider; I didn't know if she was doing it because I was touching them open or if she was deliberately making it easier for me to thrust.

The faster I thrust, the more I shifted my body, facing my mother. Her eyes were closed, but tightly, as if she were struggling. She was breathing heavily through her mouth and nose, her head tilted slightly. Although my vision wasn't perfect, I could still make out what was happening.

My mother seemed to enjoy the penetration, the impact, the shoving, the thrusting of my penis. Her expression was strange; she was frowning. During the thrusting, I grew tired and slowed down. As soon as my lips touched hers, she responded with a passionate kiss, her tongue still protruding into my mouth.

My movements slowed, but her lower body began to arch and thrust upwards, though not entirely comfortably. With a sudden burst of strength, I pulled her up and lay down on top of me. She remained silently on top of me, not continuing her previous movements, just quietly.

At that moment, I felt it and whispered, "Mom." My voice was very soft. Then I hugged my mother's head, and after a while, I started kissing her hair, face, eyes, and mouth. As I kissed her, she slowly let go, and we began to intertwine our tongues. I started stroking her arms with both hands, and slowly moved one of her hands to my penis. I grabbed the back of her hand and started touching myself. I was very wet down there. At first, my mother wasn't very willing and didn't take the initiative.

I whispered to my mother, "Mom, don't worry about it. It's just the two of us in this dark night. Don't worry too much." Then I continued to kiss my mother deeply. My mother didn't answer or make any further moves.

After about three minutes, my mother started moving her soft hands to stroke my penis and glans. At first, she just pressed her palm against the base of my penis and rubbed it lightly. As time went on, she started to grasp my entire penis with her palm and fingers, rubbing it up and down. I really enjoyed the tenderness and gentleness of my mother's palms. My mother seemed to be rubbing someone's penis for the first time, and she seemed very unfamiliar with it.

I started telling my mother to gently rub around the area with her fingers. My mother followed my instructions and rubbed. Her vulva was pressed against my thigh, and I arched my legs, lifting her up about 20 centimeters. My mother was very wet down there, and I could feel the wetness on my thighs.

The position wasn't very stable. My mother gripped my penis tightly. As my legs moved up and down, her cunt followed suit, arching her back higher. However, she would slide down at the top, moving back to my knees each time I lowered my legs.

In this bridge-like position, the skin of her cunt was rubbed against my thighs. More than 60% of her body weight was pressed against her cunt, rubbing against it. Each time I rose, she gripped my penis tightly, and the rubbing continued.

After a while, I pulled my mother into my arms. When we were face to face, I kissed her lips deeply. I spread my legs wide, placed my mother astride my penis, and gently inserted it into her vagina. As I continued, a little fluid seeped out (it was just at the entrance, not inside). After a while, I whispered to my mother, "Mom, is it okay?"

My mother didn't respond, but simply moved her hips, aimed at her vagina, and inserted it. The sensation of entering, the feeling of being inside, was incredibly comforting, unlike the previous one-sided gratification; it was a union of flesh, imbued with emotion and desire. My mother wasn't fully inside, so I gently lifted her hips and thrust forward, completely uniting us. At that moment, it wasn't just the pleasure of sex, but a profound, overwhelming sensation.

My body slowly remained inside her, and my mother initially only symbolically cooperated, continuing this intertwined physical contact. Each time I penetrated, I felt the lubrication of my mother's vagina and a sharp pain from the hair between my genitals and her vaginal opening.

I used my hand to move my pubic hair aside; the pain was like plucking hair. Following this, I leaned back, grabbed my mother's buttocks, and thrust upwards forcefully. My mother seemed to enjoy this position; each time I pressed down, she cooperated very hard, holding the pressure for a fraction of a second before pulling back, then continuing to press down. Because of my hand, this sitting-and-holding-my-mother position was very frequent.

As the number of thrusts increased, I noticed my mother's vaginal lubrication increased, making my thrusts smoother. It didn't feel as comfortable as at the beginning, but I could see my mother enjoyed this support. She moved closer to me, her hands tightly encircling my head, her breasts pressed against my chest.

Because I wasn't as comfortable as before, I increased the force and speed, and my mother responded at a high speed as well. Each time she thrust in at high speed, she would quickly bounce back, but each time she penetrated very deeply. Her mons pubis bumped against the flesh beneath my penis, very quickly, sending waves of pleasure through my groin. My mother's breasts moved rapidly across my chest, brushing against it, their soft texture like paint, but the speed of their movement was too fast.

My mother's head was almost touching my ear, and her breath was incredibly hot. I could tell she was thoroughly enjoying the impact this position gave her, the indescribable pleasure it brought. I could only follow along, trying my best to keep my mother comfortable (though I wasn't sure if I was comfortable myself). This position, while very penetrating, felt somewhat empty.

My mother's buttocks and upper body moved instinctively towards me, and we continued like this for a full half hour. At the last moment, a cool, moist fluid flowed from her lower body, which she used to stimulate my penis. She stopped, resting her face on my shoulder, exhaling heavily, her body twitching slightly. Her face was hot, but also very sexy, and I rested my face against hers.

She was sweaty and seemed to be enjoying herself. I felt very tired, so I moved to lie down and rested for a moment. Then I placed my mother's legs between my legs, my legs spread wide, her legs between mine. I inserted my penis; it was very lubricated inside, making it uncomfortable.

I pulled her legs together, her vaginal opening squeezing tightly. I moved my buttocks up and down like this, her vaginal walls gripping my penis, very tight, but incredibly pleasurable. My movements were excessively exaggerated, and my mother could tell I really enjoyed it.

My mother pressed me down, signaling me not to move. She placed a pillow under my arm, raising my buttocks. With her legs still together and her hands on the bed, she vigorously rubbed and moved up and down, not quickly, but it felt like her flesh was forcibly sucking out my semen. Each insertion and withdrawal felt different.

My mother's mons pubis was very tight; during insertion, I felt an extremely strong sense of possession and penetration, and when she pulled out, I felt squeezed and sucked, waves of pleasure washing over me (I suggest you try it). It was incredibly pleasurable.

I made humming sounds (a kind of wanting to hum but not quite), and moaning sounds (maybe everyone thinks only women make these sounds when they're being penetrated, but maybe it was too pleasurable, and I couldn't help making these sounds). My mother realized this and sped up the grinding motion. I thoroughly enjoyed the pressure and rhythm, especially the very real and immersive feeling of oneness between the sexes. It felt like my mother's vagina was part of my body, and waves of sensation, like electric currents, coursed through my mind and nerves. Because it felt so good, I tried to control myself and savor this rare feeling of union. My mother was

enjoying it immensely, putting in a lot of effort to penetrate me. As I approached ejaculation, I felt like I was about to fall out of my body. In the end, my mother's speed was no longer enough to satisfy my urge to ejaculate, so I immediately spread my mother's legs wide open on either side of my stomach. I gestured for her to speed up. My mother lay on top of me, her buttocks arching back, and I thrust into her again. The squelching sounds of our genitals touching, the wet sounds, were very loud, and I could hear them clearly. My mother didn't seem to care.

I held my mother's waist, but she didn't move her waist at all. She just arched her back and thrust in, like a hoe, but the handle didn't move; it was the hoe itself that moved. My mother's control was perfect. Each time she extended, my penis was inserted right at the entrance of her vagina. The speed was incredibly fast. My entire penis was being rubbed against the vaginal walls, sending jolts of electricity through my glans.

I thrust my hips a few times, and my mother continued to thrust in and out. My glans and genitals were being whipped by the rough, granular texture of her vaginal walls. My moans grew louder and my breathing became heavier. At this moment, I gripped my mother's breasts very tightly with both hands. My mother sensed that I was about to ejaculate and increased the force and frequency, thrusting into her deepest point each time. (I felt something inside my mother touching the head of my penis, which should be what people call a cunt.)

With the powerful thrusts of my mother's hips, I suddenly couldn't feel her thrusting into my penis anymore. My mind went blank, and the electric current from my penis numbed my mind and body. At that moment, the only thing I could feel in my body was my penis. My lips were white and my mouth was dry; even my breath seemed numb.

As my mother pushed in and out, the semen I had forcibly suppressed inside me suddenly spurted out without any resistance. My mother felt my ejaculation but didn't stop, continuing to increase the speed of her thrusts. This continued, and my semen seemed to gush out in spurts, very quickly, with very short intervals. But the pleasure in those intervals was like a series of floating sensations coming from inside my penis. All my semen surged into the embrace of my mother's cunt.

After I ejaculated, my nerves paused for a moment. My mother was still moving on top of me, her speed actually increasing. Suddenly, I felt another gush of cool liquid gushing out. The pleasure from her movements hadn't subsided. After a minute or so, I signaled for her to stop. My penis was still inside her cunt. My mother didn't pull out but rested on top of me.

We rested like that, my mother leaning against my chest, her hands roaming over my chest, gently stroking it. I gently kissed her hair...

Then my mother got up, dried herself off, and gave me water to drink. Perhaps because she was too tired or something else, my mother slept naked with me, but she held me tightly. My legs were between her thighs, and I could feel her pubic hair and some liquid on my thighs. Perhaps because we were too tired, we fell asleep like that.

My mother didn't say a word from beginning to end. Actually, I understood what my mother was thinking.

[The End]

Mother's Story: My Lustful Mother's Hips

I am 17 years old this year. I have a happy family. My father is a doctor, and my mother, Shumin, is a high school teacher. My mother is 38 years old this year, but she has a knack for looking young. She has big eyes, long eyelashes, a pair of full, sexy red lips, and a stunning figure with measurements of 38-24-37.

She had a pair of large breasts that almost burst out of her clothes, a slender waist, and a round, full, beautiful bottom. Her swaying gait was mouthwatering. Her high, full breasts, combined with her pert, round buttocks, and long, shapely, plump legs,

made her incredibly alluring with her snow-white skin. Whenever she wore a short skirt, the indentation of her buttocks made my penis hard, and I wanted to pounce on her and thrust my penis into her little anus, but I didn't have the courage. So I had to rely on my hands.

I. Asking a Question

It was a hot summer day, around 34 degrees Celsius. I was bored in the classroom reading a book when class started. I heard the sound of high heels clicking on the floor; Mommy had entered the classroom.

Mom was wearing a white tank top, the tight fabric clinging to her body and highlighting her enormous 38cm breasts. She wore a pink, semi-transparent, tight-fitting mini-skirt, revealing most of her beautiful, radiant white thighs, which accentuated her full, mature, and alluring skin.

"Hello everyone, your English teacher is sick. From today onwards, I will be your English teacher. My surname is Lin."

Mom's sweet, seductive voice made me hard. Looking at my classmates, everyone was staring, drooling. My deskmate, Wang Ade, a lazy bum, was swallowing hard, staring intently at Mom's deep cleavage, lost in thought.

Then Mom began the lesson, but because her skirt was so short, her underwear was constantly peeking out, her breasts trembling, and her plump, round buttocks made it impossible for us boys to concentrate.

After class, everyone watched as Mommy swayed her plump hips out of the classroom and started whispering. I proudly announced that she was my mommy. As soon as I said this, Wang Ade's eyes changed, but I didn't notice at the time.

A few days later, I sensed something was wrong. Ade had started studying English seriously! He frequently asked questions in class, leaving a deep impression on Mommy. At home, Mommy often asked me how Ade's studies were going. I told her he was just a rascal, and Mommy said she wanted to get him on the right track and study hard.

Later, Ade and Mommy became quite close, and they would talk animatedly in front of the teacher after class. I overheard them talking about schoolwork the whole time, but I knew this guy was incorrigible. He must have been attracted to Mommy's beauty and wanted to sleep with her. Mommy's tender vagina hadn't been penetrated by anyone except Daddy; I should be the second, how could I let him succeed!

So, at home, I kept badmouthing Ade, saying he was ungrateful and that it was all an act. When Mom heard this, she actually said she wanted to visit his home to understand his studies. That was terrible! Only after my repeated persuasion did Mom stop. If Mom, a voluptuous beauty, went into his house, she would definitely be taken to bed by him. I was terrified.

Three weeks after Mom started teaching us, one Sunday afternoon, I was doing my homework at home while Mom was watching TV. But I kept glancing at Mom. Today, Mom was wearing a pink and white off-shoulder tight-fitting top and a matching pink and white tight-fitting mini skirt. Her curvaceous figure was tightly wrapped in the pink and white off-shoulder top, and her round and firm breasts seemed about to burst out of the clothes, revealing a deep cleavage.

Beneath her slender waist and skirt lay a pair of alluring, smooth, snow-white legs, delicate and pink arms, and a mature, radiant, and charming aura of a noblewoman. She was more captivating than any famous movie star. The delicate scent of perfume and the natural fragrance of a mature, beautiful woman wafted towards me. It was a hot day, and I was restless, watching my mother's sexy figure. I longed to touch her plump, snowy buttocks and bite her full breasts.

Just then, the doorbell rang. My mother got up to open the door, and as I watched her plump, fragrant buttocks sway from side to side, my penis hardened. When my mother opened the door, it was Ade standing there. I had a bad feeling. As soon as Ade saw my mother, he immediately put on a smile: "Teacher Lin, I have many questions I don't understand. Can I ask you some?" At the same time, he scanned my mother's sexy body up and down.

My mother smiled and said, "Sure, come in and sit down." Ade entered my house.

Mommy brought Ade into the living room. Ade's eyes were fixed on Mommy's swaying, enormous buttocks. I saw it all. Mommy and Ade sat down at the table in the living room. Mommy called out, "Xiao Chao, pour two glasses of water."

So I went to pour the water. When I brought the water to them, Ade had somehow moved from opposite sides to sit next to Mommy, right next to her fragrant body. While answering Ade's questions, Mommy said to me, "Ade said he's missing an answer book. Go to the bookstore and buy one. Also, go to the school and see if they have any reference books."

It takes two hours to go to the school and back! Looking at the smug look in Ade's eyes, I knew he must have asked Mommy to say that. How infuriating!

I angrily walked out of the house, but I didn't leave. I quietly went back in through the back door and hid in the small room next door, secretly watching them.

While asking his mother questions, Ade pressed himself closer to her. His mother, seemingly unaware, shifted her body, appearing somewhat aroused. Then, she said, "Ade, bring me some water."

Ade brought her the water, but he deliberately slipped, spilling the cup and wetting her short skirt. Her sexy, voluptuous thighs were completely exposed, and her white panties were faintly visible. Ade's eyes widened. He quickly said, "Oh, I'm sorry, teacher, I accidentally spilled it. Let me wipe it for you." He then reached inappropriately towards her leg.

His mother shifted her hips slightly and said, "No need, I'll go change. It's alright. You can read for a while." She then got up and swayed towards the bedroom. As soon as she closed the door, Ade ran to the doorway and peeked through the crack at his mother changing clothes. He was taking advantage of his mother!

Mommy took off her wet skirt, revealing her snow-white, full buttocks. Beneath them, flesh-colored stockings clung tightly to her body, and her long, alluring legs were irresistible. Ade's lower body was already throbbing with desire.

Mommy walked to the wardrobe, picked up a black, tight-fitting mini-skirt, and put it on. The skirt barely covered her plump buttocks. Looking at his mother's full buttocks under the skirt, the obvious outline of her panties, and the alternating glimpses of her shapely thighs and stockings at the slit of her skirt, Ade thought, "How wonderful it would be if I could touch those soft buttocks so hard."

Just then, Mom came out after changing into her dress. Ade quickly sat back down in the chair. Mom sat down and said, "By the way, Ade, the school is going on an autumn outing tomorrow, and we'll be staying away from home for a day, you know? Go back and tell your parents."

Ade said, "Oh..." and continued talking. Through the gap in her top, Ade could see Mom's white lace bra and half of her breast. Her plump breasts were also vaguely visible. The thin mesh cups covered her full breasts, and the large nipples were hazy and indistinct.

Ade could see half of Mom's white, tender, and plump breasts through her neckline. They were protruding under her white bra, and with her movements, the soft flesh rippled. At that moment, a pen fell to the ground, and Mom bent down to pick it up, causing her short skirt to wrinkle.

The skirt was already short, and it instantly revealed half of Mommy's full buttocks. Her long legs were straight and firm, and her buttocks were round and plump, even her panties were clearly visible. Moreover, she was wearing semi-transparent panties, which completely exposed her mound of Venus, which was as prominent as a small mountain, even revealing the deep groove within. The

semi-transparent panties not only made her dark pubic hair faintly visible, but the pink panties were also far too small. Mommy's genitals were particularly prominent and full, and her pubic hair was abundant, even growing profusely outside her panties.

Her large, round, firm, and elastic buttocks, along with her snow-white and plump thighs, accentuated her mature body, exuding sexual allure. Ade unconsciously ejaculated, his pants becoming soaking wet. He then quickly made an excuse to go home.
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