My mother-in-law and we had a threesome.

"Would you like me to wash your back?" Masashi was taking a shower when a voice suddenly came from the changing room outside, startling him.

"No! No need." Although he hurriedly refused, the bathroom door had already opened, and his mother-in-law, Kumiko, wearing a bathrobe, peeked in. Masashi was sitting on a small stool washing himself.

"Don't be so polite, I'm your mother! What's the big deal? It's just a once-in-a-lifetime thing. When Mari isn't home, I'll wash your back!" He hadn't expected it, but Kumiko rolled up her bathrobe sleeves, revealing her snow-white arms, and took the soap and towel from Masashi's hands.

"Ah, thank you!" "It's nothing. Don't thank me, you're my son!" Uekusa Masashi had been married for less than half a year. He married Mari, an only child, and now lived in Mari's family home. It wasn't officially a marriage of convenience, but in reality, it was practically the same. Both

Masashi and Mari had jobs, so all the housework was done by his mother-in-law, Kumiko. His mother-in-law had become a widow at thirty-nine and raised Mari single-handedly. She was able to do this because her husband had left her some real estate. Her mother-in-law was only forty-eight, but she hadn't remarried. If she had children who called her "Grandma," it would alleviate her loneliness somewhat.

Her wife, Mari, was going on a two-day, one-night company trip today.

"It's good to be young, and you exercise regularly; your back is quite muscular," Kumiko said, scrubbing her back with soap and a towel… "Okay, you can wash the front yourself." She seemed quite pleased, then added, "Mari's going to enjoy the hot springs; let's have a drink at home." She then left the bathroom.

Although no longer young, she was very cheerful, and her mother-in-law had fair skin and was a beautiful woman of medium build with an air of elegance, still retaining some of the air of a wealthy heiress. Mari would occasionally mutter to herself in the mirror,

"I guess I look like Dad." "Why?" "Because I don't have Mom's good skin, nor her beauty." Mari's tone was slightly displeased.

"Oh, really?" It turned out that even mother and daughter could be jealous of strange things, which Masashi found amusing. Mari has her own charm; she's beautiful, just a different type from her mother.

"Let's leave the kitchen, which spoils the view, and sit here for a drink. The moon is beautiful too..." The table was moved to the living room, where the peonies could be seen; beer and food were already laid out. "Now, Mari is probably enjoying a good drink with everyone. Come, sit down." He gestured for Masashi, who was wearing a yukata, to sit at the head of the table. Kumiko straightened her yukata and sat opposite him, pouring him beer.

"Mom, drink with us too." Masashi poured a drink for his mother-in-law as well.

Their eyes met as they toasted, and a blush rose on Kumiko's face.

"I feel a little embarrassed. Let's turn off the light. The moon is beautiful." Kumiko went to turn off the light. Masashi watched his mother-in-law's back; the loose yukata hugged her slightly plump body, her curves alluring, her fair legs dazzlingly bright. Masashi began to see his mother-in-law as a woman.

"I'm asking you, Mari is a willful only child, do you get along well with her?" "Yes!" "No matter what, don't be polite to her. I'm more on your side than Mari is. I originally hoped for a boy. Now that I have a boy, I'm very happy. I've long wanted to drink with my son like this." "Mom, I'm always ready to join you." "Really? I'm so happy. This is the first time I've heard someone say such considerate things to me." Whether it was true or not, my mother-in-law's eyes seemed a little moist.

"But, Mom, you're so young and beautiful, I've always found it strange that you didn't remarry?" "A widow with children can't easily remarry. Besides, there's real estate and relatives, it's not something you can just get married casually, and life is very stressful." "It must have been very hard in the past?" "Of course, my husband was the second son, and he didn't have much property. He could only get a little real estate, which was enough to barely make ends meet by running a small shop." Kumiko ran a tailoring school and a clothing store.

"We'll take good care of you." "Masashi, you're so considerate. I feel especially happy tonight, I really want to get drunk, I really want to...act spoiled. With Mari around, even if I wanted to act spoiled with you, I couldn't. Can I act spoiled tonight?" Her voice was very soft, with a pause in the middle, as if there was a little girl's shyness, but the resentful tone made Masashi feel a little resonant.

"Okay!" "I'm so happy! Don't sit so far away, let me sit over and pour you a drink." Kumiko went to the kitchen to get beer and food, and when she came back, she sat next to Masashi, almost touching his legs.

"Cheers." The way Kumiko looked at Masashi was now the look of a woman.

Masashi picked up his wine glass, his gaze meeting his mother-in-law's again. Moonlight streamed in through the window, and his mother-in-law, sitting in the dim shadows, held her glass, her snow-white arms exposed. The dim light only accentuated the whiteness of her skin. Kumiko truly possessed a beauty that made Mari jealous; in the darkness, she seemed even more youthful and alluring. Kumiko's beauty could make one forget her age… "What…?" "Nothing!" Masashi hurriedly picked up his glass and drank, trying to hide his unease.

Through the thin yukata, he could feel the warmth of his mother-in-law's thighs, the fullness stirring strange feelings within him.

"People are strange. I married through an arranged marriage, but I also had a romance when I was young, and that person looked a lot like you. Do mothers and daughters like men who resemble each other?" "This!?" Masashi couldn't answer.

"So tonight feels like drinking with an ex-lover, but you can't tell Mari about this." His mother-in-law's soft voice stirred something within him, making him itch with desire. As a son-in-law, he wanted a shared secret with his mother-in-law and felt a connection to her. But this feeling was mixed with an indescribable sense of guilt. He wondered if Kumiko felt the same way.

"What kind of food do you like? Mari isn't very good at cooking, so if there's anything you like, I'll make it. Actually, I'm quite feminine and enjoy housework." Her voice became even softer. Masashi lowered his head to pour the drink, but he seemed to see the deep affection emanating from her alluring face… Indeed, Mari didn't really enjoy that kind of work. She said she was like a father, which probably included this aspect of her personality.

"I'm very grateful… for all the care you've given me." "Don't say that." He had long noticed that when a man entered a woman's household, it was his mother-in-law who treated him like a husband! Hearing his mother-in-law say he resembled his first love, fueled by the alcohol, Masashi began to think of replacing that person for his mother-in-law—a kind of male emotion, one might say.

"Look how beautiful the moon is," Kumiko whispered, leaning on Masashi's shoulder, her breath sweet and fragrant. Masashi felt a strange stirring within him. "Let's go to the balcony and look at it," Kumiko said, taking his hand. Masashi had no choice but to stand up.

The two stood on the balcony, admiring the moonlight. Kumiko's fan continuously sent a cool breeze towards Masashi, the scent of her perfume wafting on the wind, mingled with a hint of her mother-in-law's femininity. Under the bright moonlight, a glimpse of her fair chest peeked out from the loose seam of her bathrobe, swaying before Masashi's eyes. A thought arose in Masashi's mind—to embrace her—and he felt an involuntary fluster.

"It seems like only yesterday. He was a university student then, and now he lives in Kyoto..." Her eyes, nose, and mouth resembled those of a Japanese beauty drawn with fine lines. Her now-plump figure, free of excess fat, revealed a charming curve from her chest to her waist and hips through her loose bathrobe... "I'll take his place!" he blurted out.

"Okay, sure." It was meant as a joke, but seeing Kumiko's serious reply and her leaning her head against him, he couldn't help but reach out and hug her.

"It feels so good, like I'm back in my teens, like a dream." He stroked his mother-in-law's head, which was resting on his shoulder, and remained still for a while. When their eyes met again, Kumiko's eyes were shining with a strange light.

"Kiss me." The bold words that shouldn't have come from his mother-in-law's mouth came out of Kumiko's mouth.

Zheng Shi felt as if he'd been punched in the chest, his resolve wavering. Whether it was the alcohol, his mother-in-law's beauty, or his own lustful nature, a multitude of thoughts surged within him, leading him to take bold action.

He tightened his embrace around his mother-in-law's slender waist, his hands surging with the sensation of her full breasts. He saw her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, brimming with allure. He lightly kissed her lovely lips. Not only did she not resist, but she leaned closer, her cool, soft lips already moist. His nose was filled with her seductive scent. He couldn't help but press his lips harder, feeling her soft lips grow hot, her moist tongue reaching out. She was no longer his mother-in-law.

The woman's alluring tongue ignited Zhengshi's heart... a frenzy... The constant swirling and entwining of their tongues made him dizzy, and the two of them seemed unable to stand, supporting each other as they swayed and staggered towards the living room. Upon reaching the living room, they involuntarily collapsed onto the tatami mat. Zhengshi's lips naturally moved from the woman's lips beneath him to her snow-white collar and full breasts. Like a bright red strawberry placed on a white cream cake, her nipples naturally sprang out. Her high breasts swayed and grew larger before Zhengshi's eyes, kissing his snow-white skin. Zhengshi was enveloped in this boundless tenderness.

Her high breasts deformed beneath Zhengshi's lips, the nipples he held deeply sucked in. His tongue flicked and teased, causing the woman beneath him to relax limply on the tatami mat, her helpless hands pressing tightly against his head. Cherry-red lips uttered intermittent, intoxicating moans... The forty-eight-year-old mother-in-law's volcanic passion erupted.

He lifted the hem of his bathrobe, letting it glide over her silky, plump belly, reaching down to her thin panties. His fingers easily slipped into the crevice below her pubic bone.

The crevice was already wet, the soft flesh clinging to his fingers.

"Ah!...Ahhh!!..." Kumiko's throat trembled, her hips twisting...his fingers penetrated deeper.

As Masashi's fingers continued to penetrate, Kumiko's tense body gradually relaxed, her strength fading. Masashi's fingers found her clitoris. At the same time, his mother-in-law's legs parted, allowing him more freedom to caress her crevice, and... Although Masashi still hesitated slightly, the soft white body before him, the rapid breathing bringing waves of intoxicating sensation, the wet crevice sucking powerfully, in a daze, he untied his own bathrobe's belt, and also untied Kumiko's... He couldn't wait a moment longer. The two, naked, pressed tightly together, as if sharing the warmth of each other's skin.

As his body moved, the erection was sucked into the crevice of her flesh, and once inside, it couldn't be withdrawn. The act felt like a dream. At the same time, Masashi wanted to completely replace the lover his mother-in-law was thinking of, thus comforting her. In this way, the two became completely in a man-woman relationship.

Especially his mother-in-law's intense embrace exceeded Masashi's expectations; it wasn't drunken behavior, but a hurried, tight hug, demands for kisses, her legs intertwined, her thrusting her lower body to penetrate deeper, and constant moans of "Good!..." He had never heard his wife make such sounds before.

"Good!..." It wasn't just panting "Ah...ah...good..." but also "Good!..." "The best!...!" "More!..." and the sound was like sobbing.

To be honest, Masashi occasionally made these kinds of panting sounds during intercourse with his wife Mari, but it was mostly Masashi's doing; Mari had never been as intoxicating as Kumiko... Although there was various foreplay, each time it ended hastily, like a kite with a broken string. In contrast, his mother-in-law's reaction was that of a mature woman, captivating and moving—the kind of emotion one can imagine from a woman who has endured long periods of loneliness.

In short, the woman's reaction beneath him excited and intoxicated Masashi. Their

sweaty bodies had switched positions, and now both were naked, entwined and rolling on the tatami mat.

Masashi was genuinely surprised; he hadn't realized how different women's sexual experiences could be! Sex with his mother-in-law wasn't just about intensity; the sensations of the mucous membranes and the feeling of ejaculation were significantly different from his wife's. This intense stimulation made Masashi deeply realize how bland his sexual encounters with Mari had been… "Let me drink a little more today, okay?" Kumiko got up, draped a towel over herself, and started drinking again. Perhaps possessing a considerable capacity for alcohol, the naked Masashi lay wearily, his dazed gaze following his voluptuous mother-in-law's alluring curves in the moonlight. Kumiko, holding the beer, sat back tenderly beside Masashi, leaning down with warm eyes. Her breath, sweet as orchids, landed on his lips—soft, sweet, and mingled with the beer.

Masashi greedily savored the rich, feminine scent, the beer trickling down his chin. Kumiko took another sip, then pressed her lips to his, pulling his hands to her breasts and kneading them, teasing his moist petals… Masashi was aroused once more.

Now familiar with each other, Kumiko was even more enthusiastic than before. She made Masashi lie on his back, spraying the beer from her glass all over him, then licking his small nipples and muscular sides. Finally, she sprayed beer on his penis, which was still wet with the nectar of their intercourse, and then licked it again and again… This was behavior Mari could never imitate. When Mari wanted to perform oral sex, she would carefully clean her target, otherwise she wouldn't touch him. But Kumiko treated him as if he were a beloved object, making Masashi feel closer to her.

Masashi himself was already intoxicated, his consciousness numbed. He closed his eyes from below, adopting a 69 position, pressing his nose against his mother-in-law's vulva, and extending his tongue to find the clitoris. They exchanged pleasures, everything happening as if in a dream, fresh and intense.

"You must be tired. This time, let me be on top." Seeing that Masashi was panting, Kumiko had him lie on his back, facing him in a riding position.

Seeing Kumiko's naked body in the hazy moonlight felt different from the feeling of having sex while lying on his back earlier. Her sweaty face looked older than when she was lying on her back; her skin was slightly looser, and the muscles could be seen twitching slightly as she moved violently up and down. But the curves from her chest to her waist remained fresh and beautiful, her breasts still firm as they swayed, the areolas and nipples small, the lower half of her breasts bulging like fresh, juicy fruit… Masashi slightly opened his eyes, reached out and grasped her swaying breasts, gently rotating his thumbs on her nipples, then couldn't resist pressing them. His mother-in-law let out a soft moan, a seductive groan squeezed from her nose, as if unable to withstand the gentle yet intense impact. Masashi closed his eyes, letting her naked body continue its busy up-and-down movement, savoring the sensations of womanhood.

Masashi breathed heavily again, and Kumiko responded—increasing the speed of her movements. Looking up at Kumiko's face, the changes were indeed captivating; the ecstasy of a fully mature woman stirred the man's passion... In this situation, his mother-in-law began repeatedly calling out, "Okay...okay...it's over!..." "Don't turn on the lights, hurry back to the bedroom upstairs and rest," Kumiko said softly as she tidied him up.

Returning to their bedroom from the living room, Masashi collapsed onto their newlywed double bed. The events of just now felt like a dream. If it were real, it would be a very serious matter. Could he continue living peacefully in this house with his wife and mother-in-law? Masashi felt he was fine, but what would Mari think if she found out?

Though his heart wavered, the alcohol and exhaustion made him a prisoner of sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Masashi suddenly woke up, feeling tense because someone was beside him. When did Mari return? Gently reaching out to stroke the body lying on the double bed, his fingertips felt a strange yet familiar smoothness, a silky tenderness—it wasn't Mari. My heart pounded again. What had just happened wasn't a dream; it was reality, and my mother-in-law was right there on the bed beside me. Sleepiness vanished instantly.

"When did you arrive?" Kumiko, wearing a yukata, rolled over and hugged Masashi tightly, her breasts pressing against his chest. She whispered in his ear, "I felt lonely, so I came to sleep with you." "It would be troublesome if Mari saw this." "Yes, but it's okay tonight." As Kumiko spoke, she reached down to her crotch... This was a bold act that Masashi had never experienced before. Even when they slept together, Mari had never touched his penis after sex, let alone the two sexual encounters that had just ended, which were the most exhilarating and soul-stirring experiences Masashi had ever had. He had ejaculated so much semen deep into Kumiko's body, and Kumiko had experienced countless orgasms. She had almost fainted during the last orgasm, but now... Kumiko's hands were moving skillfully and gently, and her warm tongue was greedily roaming over his body. He couldn't help but embrace his mother-in-law's voluptuous and sexy body.

When he became erect again, Kumiko seemed impatient, saying, "Now, let's do it again." Kumiko thrust into him in a riding position and began greedily pursuing pleasure... but he didn't have the strength to finish... "Then, let's do it again in the morning." Kumiko held his penis as she fell asleep.

In the morning, Masashi was asked to keep their bedtime promise. The sky outside was already bright. The two of them embraced naked in bed, their bodies joined in a sitting position, with Kumiko's full buttocks resting on his lap, while using the mattress springs to increase the rhythm.

Kumiko's upper body leaned back weakly, and when he sucked on her breasts, he seemed to hold on tightly, her sweaty breasts rubbing against Masashi's chest. The touch of that soft skin, the lewd expressions and moans... everything was clear in the bright light. What he couldn't find in his wife was being displayed on his mother-in-law, all of which aroused Masashi again. He had never known that there could be such strong sexual desire and energy in his forty-eight-year-old mother-in-law!

He didn't know that it takes a long time for a woman to reach full sexual maturity. If his mother-in-law's body was a ripe fruit, then Mari's body was a fruit still with astringent aftertaste. But then, Masashi realized that understanding wasn't enough.

"...I'm something that's been hibernating awakened. A woman's sex life hibernates, but it knows the dawn of spring, welcoming spring, like a pupa transforming into a butterfly." "When? After Dad passed away..." "You could say that." "So, it's been eight years." "Yes." His behavior with his wife was like sex with a virgin. But his behavior with his mother-in-law was perhaps the wedding night that transformed the pupa into a butterfly.

Mari seemed to have no suspicions when she returned from her trip. Masashi had deliberately gone for a drive at that time and wasn't home. When Mari came back, she said she was tired and lay on the bed without moving, so her mother-in-law made dinner for her. Her sexy body, dressed in a gorgeous dress and an apron, looked very fresh. In contrast, Mari, who had washed off her makeup, put on a t-shirt and shorts, and sat cross-legged in the living room watching TV while eating candy, didn't seem cute at all.

That night, after going to bed, Masashi still longed for his mother-in-law's soft body and didn't want to touch Mari at all. On one hand, he felt that things weren't going well, but he didn't regret having a physical relationship with his mother-in-law. He even thought about touching his mother-in-law's body sleeping downstairs tonight... and he couldn't fall asleep. In the bed where he had been intimate with his mother-in-law last night, Mari was now sleeping, snoring.

Masashi was getting off work earlier, while Mari was still working as late as before. This was because recently Kumiko had told Mari, "I'll do the kitchen work for you, otherwise you won't be able to have children." Mari listened to this and stopped cooking breakfast and dinner. However, Masashi understood Kumiko's feelings. Although he felt sorry for Mari, he couldn't help but want to spend more time alone with his mother-in-law. So sometimes when he came home from work and saw Kumiko busy in the kitchen, he would hug her from behind and rush to his mother-in-law's room for sex without any foreplay. Although the time was short, this kind of urgent sex had a different kind of excitement and stimulation, like a fleeting firework.

When Mari returned, the two pretended nothing had happened.

While Mari was home, although they didn't have a chance to have sex, they constantly sought opportunities to kiss and caress.

In their private room, in corners where Mari couldn't see them, Masashi's fingers probed his mother-in-law's hot vulva, vigorously kneading her full breasts. Kumiko's sensitive body trembled incessantly, her hand gripping her son-in-law's penis, stroking it repeatedly, her eyes glazed over with a strange light… The two seemed to have a seventh sense of Mari's presence, always managing to separate at crucial moments, only to reunite shortly after.

Lost in deep sexual ecstasy with his mother-in-law, Masashi, despite being newly married, only had sex with his young wife once a week at most; that was all the energy he had. Holding Mari's shapely, muscular body in his arms, licking his wife's supple skin, and rhythmically thrusting in and out of her, images of his voluptuous, mature mother-in-law's fair skin kept flashing through his mind. Masashi began to deeply fascinate that juicy fruit.

"Don't you think Mom looks even prettier lately?" Mari suddenly asked in bed after their intimate weekend.

"Really?" Masashi felt nervous. He shared that opinion and knew why.

"But, it looks much better than looking like an old woman. I hope Mom stays young forever, I wonder... I wonder if there's still that?" Mari stammered, her eyes sparkling playfully.

"What do you mean, 'that'?" Masashi knew what his wife was talking about. They'd been married for a while, but he still felt shy when the topic of "sex" came up. His wife was quite adorable. He thought this to himself, but pretended not to understand.

"Hehehe... sex!..." "I don't know much about women's physiology." Although he couldn't see it, he knew his wife's face must be red.

"But as a daughter, I feel embarrassed that my mother still wants to have sex. But she's only in her forties, is it right that she hasn't remarried? But there's nothing we can do now." "So, we should be more filial." These were Masashi's true feelings. Mari seemed to agree with Masashi, but she didn't share the doubts that Masashi had worried about.

The mother was hiding it from her daughter, and the husband was hiding it from his wife, both having an affair in the same house. She wasn't the withered mother her daughter thought she was; she even had a very mature sexiness.

Although the next day was Saturday, Mari still had to go to work, which was a great opportunity for Masashi, who only had two days off a week. After they started having sex in Kumiko's room, Kumiko excitedly began playing many games.

In the dimly lit room, Kumiko would stand up and sit down in various positions, while Masashi would lick his mother-in-law's smooth calves down to her buttocks, or vice versa, from her thighs to her vulva, or suck her nipples, or penetrate her deeply in a doggy-style position... During this time, his mother-in-law kept making sounds of pleasure.

Seeing his mother-in-law's delight at sex, he felt that his sex with his wife could no longer be considered sex, but merely physical contact. Masashi sensed the difference between an unripe fruit and a ripe one, losing interest in his wife's body; he even felt a sense of fear.

"Ah, so comfortable. If I had known it was this good, I should have remarried," Kumiko whispered in his ear, pressing her full breasts against his bare chest.

The scent of ripe fruit filling the room intoxicated Masashi. He kissed the smooth neck of her writhing body beneath him, murmuring, "I will give it to you." "But this can't last forever," Kumiko said, her hand gently stroking his back. Her moist petals, dripping with nectar, tenderly entwined his penis, sending waves of tremors through him, making him feel dizzy.

"It's not bothering anyone else, so there's no problem continuing." "But what if Mari finds out?" "I'll try my best not to hurt her." "You have to have sex with Mari too!" Masashi answered with action, inserting his thing deep into her wet petals... If it weren't for his mother, she wouldn't have said such a thing.

Thinking this, his mother-in-law's body beneath him began to tense up. The petals that gently wrapped around his penis suddenly tightened, gripping it tightly. The inner walls of the petals writhed faster and faster, and a shockwave shot out from the glans like lightning, radiating to his brain and throughout his body! His penis began to erupt! Semen shot out… The woman beneath him—Mari's mother—let out rapid, fiery moans… "I want to be with you almost every night. If I don't have it for three nights, my body is too hot to sleep." After the act, Masashi lay panting on Kumiko's bed. Kumiko sat up and leaned over him, whispering softly as she held Masashi's penis in her hand and gently rubbed it against her face. That gesture gave Masashi a sexual experience far exceeding that of his wife. A personality completely different from the mother in Mari's mind resided in his mother-in-law's body. His forty-eight-year-old mother-in-law was far more sexually active than her daughter.

His mother-in-law's white, full buttocks swayed before his eyes, and Masashi felt another surge of excitement, involuntarily reaching out to stroke them. The soft skin glided under his hands, the slippery sensation combined with Kumiko's continuous, gentle stimulation of his penis making Masashi feel aroused again. His hand moved downwards, and his mother-in-law's vulva parted slightly under his fingers, dripping a little fluid. Masashi knew this wasn't the semen he had just ejaculated; the deep spray from earlier was still deep inside her, perhaps even reaching her uterus. Her

sparse pubic hair was wet, the nectar secreted during her orgasm, now flowing out, making it glisten around her slightly swollen vulva. Above the vulva was his mother-in-law's anus, a dark brown ring that looked like a brown chrysanthemum bud against her snow-white skin. Masashi gently stroked it with his fingers; the anal ring trembled a few times, the chrysanthemum bud shrinking and then returning to its original size. He could feel his mother-in-law's body trembling along with it, and his penis felt a few strong stimulations, pressed tightly against Kumiko's lips, as if it were beginning to swell.

Kumiko lay on top of Masashi, letting out short, delicate moans. She gripped his penis tightly and shoved it into her mouth, deep into her throat, moving her body rapidly so that her juicy slit, which was now secreting its own juices, rubbed against his mouth.

Masashi, looking at the wild woman's white buttocks and her rapidly contracting anus, couldn't resist embracing her full body. His tongue swirled within her slit, searching for the clitoris. Finding it, he used his tongue to push aside the labia, burying his nose deep within the slit, pressing against the clitoris and moving it rhythmically. The juices increased, flowing down his cheeks. Masashi used his hands to forcefully pull Kumiko's dripping slit away from his nose, taking a deep breath. After a few rapid breaths, Masashi extended his tongue to lick the juicy slit.

The sexual signals emanating from her sensitive vulva calmed Kumiko, who patiently savored the sweet pleasure. At the same time, her mouth held Masashi's penis, her tongue deftly sliding, and soft moans escaping from deep within her throat… The heat emanating from the depths of her mother-in-law's body continuously engulfed Masashi's penis,

causing it to erect again. Kumiko's anus began to contract irregularly again, and Masashi couldn't resist reaching out to caress the woman on top of him. He then forcefully lifted his body, raised his head, and thrust his tongue towards her clenched anus. The instant his tongue touched her anus, Kumiko's tense body relaxed, collapsing limply between Masashi's legs, motionless. Even without stimulation, Masashi's penis remained erect. He lifted Kumiko's snow-white buttocks even more forcefully, pressing his lips against her anus and sucking hard again and again... Kumiko's whimpers gradually became more rapid, her soft body relaxed more, and all her weight pressed on Masashi's arm. Masashi released his hand, letting the weight shift to his chest, and rubbed his honey-slicked chin against her constantly contracting anus, feeling the wriggling and contracting of his mother-in-law's vulva in his throat.

A deep sigh brought Kumiko to orgasm. Kumiko lay motionless on top of Masashi, feeling dizzy and utterly exhausted… Masashi sat up. Kumiko lay on the bed, breathing softly, her fair face flushed. The mature woman's allure pleased Masashi, but his erect penis hesitated. He thrust deeply into Kumiko, who let out another soft moan… Pressing down on the mature, juicy woman beneath him, Masashi's mind conjured the image of her constantly contracting anus. He withdrew his engorged penis, dripping with fluid, and slowly inserted it into her now-open anus. The woman beneath him futilely twisted her hips, emitting painful moans, but these moans only further stimulated him. Her anus contracted weakly, and his penis throbbed even more! Accompanied by the woman's screams of "Ahhh…", his penis broke through the barrier and entered his mother-in-law's anus!

With each short, sharp thrust, her anus began to contract again, gripping tightly at the base of his penis. His glans pushed forward forcefully, one hand rapidly rubbing Kumiko's vulva, the other vigorously kneading his mother-in-law's full breasts, pressing down hard on the woman beneath him.

Kumiko cried out excitedly, "Ah...ah...good! Good...more!...more!...I'm done!..." At the same time, Masashi's penis began to throb, releasing all its energy deep within the woman's anus.

"This is my first time here, ah...so good..." Kumiko murmured softly, her voice growing fainter and fainter. Masashi didn't move; he had no strength left, savoring the intense impact still emanating from his penis... That night, Masashi took off his robe late at night to go to the toilet. To get to the toilet, he had to pass by his mother-in-law's bedroom. Returning from the toilet, Kumiko, wearing a yukata, stood in the dark corridor. Seeing Masashi approach, she silently led him into her room.

The dark room was filled with the scent of my mother-in-law's usual cosmetics, and the blankets smelled of perfume. My mother-in-law sat on the blankets, hugging Zhengshi's thighs as he stood there, suddenly trying to pull his manhood out of his underwear. They struggled silently for a moment, but strangely, Zhengshi's penis quickly became erect, accepting the friction of my mother-in-law's cheek, followed by a light kiss and a hasty insertion into her mouth. Everything happened in silence.

The two fell onto the bed together, their heads facing opposite directions. They caressed her labia, which weren't covered by panties, finding the clitoris with their tongues, licking and sucking the slit, their fingers inserting into her anus, both letting out deep sighs.

Because it was late at night, the room was quiet; afraid of waking Mari sleeping on the second floor, they barely dared to breathe loudly, completely absorbed in their actions. Zhengshi pressed down on my mother-in-law, their two hot tongues intertwined, his penis thrusting inside her, his fingers pumping in and out of her anus, their bodies completely fused.

They didn't know how much time they spent in my mother-in-law's room. He hastily finished, and amidst Kumiko's satisfied panting, slipped out of his mother-in-law's bedroom and returned upstairs to his sleeping wife. Mari turned over, murmuring indistinctly in her sleep. Masashi felt a surge of panic, his heart pounding. Mari fell into a deep sleep again, but Masashi couldn't calm down for a long time. He passed the night peacefully, but this feeling of walking on thin ice gave Masashi a strong sense of stimulation.

"The pupa has become a butterfly..." In a daze, Masashi felt himself becoming a butterfly... After this happened several times, his senses slowly began to numb. To Masashi, his mother-in-law and wife were both women of equal standing. Although there were differences in age and physical attraction during intercourse, he was used to it. However, having the love of two completely different women was a very pleasurable thing for a man. Masashi began to pursue sex more intensely, enjoying his mother-in-law's mature body more intensely. The long-absent, mature Kumiko also began to indulge in this game.

Submerged in the sweet nectar of love, the mother-in-law and son-in-law, though still vigilant, sometimes became less attentive, or perhaps they simply didn't have the time to be. In Kumiko's room, in the kitchen Mari rarely frequented, at the corner of the stairs, in every possible place, the two frantically pursued the peak of sexual pleasure.

When the three of them were together, although they were slightly more restrained, their eyes still conveyed sexual messages, their skin touched with joy, and even under the dinner table, the nectar from their vulvas flowed down their fair thighs, their penises erect... Mari was too oblivious; two pairs of pupae had emerged from their cocoons and become butterflies fluttering in the room, while she, the pupa, remained peacefully asleep in her cocoon.

Some time passed peacefully, but one day it was very hot... Masashi returned from work, embraced Kumiko's soft waist from behind as she busied herself with dinner, his penis pressing hard against the woman's full buttocks, his wandering hands sending signals of caress.

The two men, entangled, made their way to Kumiko's bedroom. Upon entering, they were both half-naked, their penises erect, their vulvas glistening with fluid! After a hasty end, the two calmed down and continued with their own activities.

While Masashi was showering, Kumiko, who should have been preparing dinner, approached and said, "I just got a call from Mari. She said she'll be back a little late tonight. Let's shower together." She then undressed in front of Masashi. They

naturally began to embrace, caressing each other while lathering each other with soap, carefully washing, or rather, gently stimulating each other's genitals. Masashi suddenly realized: he had never been this intimate with Mari… something even newlyweds hadn't done, why was he doing this with his mother-in-law? Although he couldn't help but smile wryly, he continued to tease Kumiko's mature body in the bathroom. Kumiko was bending over, using her tongue and warm mouth to wash his penis, her cute head bobbing below, her white buttocks raised high.

Reaching down to Kumiko's body, he grasped her swaying breasts and kneaded them gently, applying light pressure to her small nipples while his penis thrust forward forcefully, penetrating deeply. He could feel his mother-in-law's tongue darting around, and a surge of excitement and inexplicable happiness welled up inside him.

He withdrew his penis, which had been thoroughly cleansed by Kumiko's skillful tongue and was now erect. Kumiko let out a choked gasp, and as she tried to sit up, Masashi pressed her down, trapping her head between his legs. His penis throbbed against her snow-white neck, and his scrotum could feel the smooth, alabaster-like texture of her full, voluptuous body beneath.

He lay on his mother-in-law's plump back, gently parting her alluring, white buttocks. The mature flesh of her vulva exhaled heat, slightly protruding and swollen. Her mons pubis, after the previous thrusting and the current hot water, seemed red and swollen. Her usually shy clitoris stood erect, rosy and delicate, surrounded by sparse, dark pubic hair, appearing tender and alluring against her snow-white skin.

He turned Kumiko around, standing behind her, his erect penis deeply inserted into her fiery vulva, slowly thrusting in and out, each stroke reaching its full depth. His hands roamed over her body, finally settling on her delicate, red clitoris… Kumiko's breasts swayed back and forth, her hands twisting and gripping the edge of the bathtub, emitting choked moans.

"Ah, ah... good! good... ah... that's it... ah... insert it! Ah, more!... more... I'm done!... done!... ah!" Kumiko cried out, her hands could no longer support her body, she lay on the bathtub panting, her legs were also bending but were held in place by Masashi's penis, and she was in this state of tension, experiencing the pleasure of the peak of sex.

Masashi withdrew his penis, sat on the edge of the bathtub, and embraced Kumiko. He inserted his fingers into her opening and closing vagina, and sweet moans rang out again. He withdrew his fingers again, made Kumiko lie on his lap, and inserted them again, this time his thumb into her tightly contracting anus. What echoed in the bathroom was no longer moaning, but whimpering and sobbing that drove people crazy... "I've never used the doggy style before. Ever since I had sex with you, I seem to have become particularly interested in these things." He made Kumiko kneel on the floor with her hands on the ground, and Masashi half-knelt down and inserted his penis into her vagina from behind, while simultaneously inserting his middle finger into her anus and stirring it rapidly. Kumiko trembled all over, thrusting her buttocks forward, and once again, intoxicating moans bloomed from her mouth.

"Oh...oh...ah...ah...good! Good...ah...put it in! Ah...faster...faster, put it in! More! More...put it in!...put it in!...harder! Ah...good!...okay!...okay!...okay!..." The voice echoed in the bathroom... Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and someone peeked in... Masashi turned around and his face immediately turned ashen as he saw his wife's tense face.

Mari stood there blankly, towels and slippers scattered on the floor. Her mother was kneeling on them, her face pressed to the ground, still panting. Her husband's penis was inserted into her mother's vagina, his fingers...was she her mother? Seeing Masashi pull out his penis, her mother struggled to sit up. Mari screamed and ran to the room on the second floor.

Masashi was just like when he first had sex with Kumiko, blankly feeling as if he were in a dream. For a moment, he didn't know how to explain it, because there was no good excuse for such a scene. No matter how he explained it, how could she possibly believe him? Masashi felt extreme panic, realizing his life in this family was over. But when going through the divorce proceedings, he couldn't very well say it was because of his relationship with his mother-in-law! He would lose the love of two women.

"What should I do?" Masashi slowly withdrew his penis from his mother-in-law's honey hole, his penis still erect.

"At this point, leave everything to me!" At this point, perhaps because her daughter was her own, the mother had become bolder.

Kumiko slowly stood up, supporting herself on the bathtub. Several peach-colored marks were on her fair skin, undoubtedly Masashi's handiwork. There were also some marks on her knees and half of her face. She rubbed them, turned on the shower, and pulled Masashi in to wash him. She didn't forget to give his still erect penis a thorough wash, then draped a bathrobe over him and pushed him out, while she began to clean herself up.

Masashi stepped out of the bathroom, first drinking a glass of whiskey, then a beer, trying to calm his racing heart. His wife's tense face and his mother-in-law's voluptuous body flashed before his eyes, his wife's scream before running away and his mother-in-law's intoxicating moans echoed in his ears, leaving him feeling utterly helpless. In contrast, Kumiko, emerging from the bathroom, seemed completely unconcerned, as if the house were still as usual, without a hint of

impending storm. "I want a drink too, pour me one," Kumiko said, offering her a glass. "Don't be in such a rush. There's nothing you can do now that you've been seen. You should go apologize quickly." "Am I alone?" Masashi murmured softly.

"Because Mari is your wife, you did something wrong," Kumiko's tone remained gentle.

"...How should I apologize?" After a long pause, Masashi asked again.

"Well... just say you felt sorry for your mother because she's a widow, and that it was just a moment of sympathy. Mari is a woman, she should understand." Whether she would understand or not, Masashi had no confidence whatsoever. However, he should at least apologize. He cautiously went upstairs, thankfully the bedroom door wasn't locked. He peeked through a crack, and immediately a pillow flew towards him. He quickly dodged, relieved to know it was a pillow. If it were a vase or a cosmetic bottle, it would have felt menacing, but a pillow wasn't so bad.

His wife was lying on the bed, wearing disheveled pajamas. How could she have the mood to change into pajamas? A flicker of doubt crossed his mind; he could tell she had just finished crying.

"Mari, I'm sorry..." "Don't come any closer! I don't want you! I don't want you! I don't want you!" Mari covered her ears with her hands and began to sob again.

"Mom was lonely too, raising you all by herself. But think about it, she's still a woman in her forties..." "No!...Disgusting! Disgusting!" "But the truth is the truth." "But it's not your place, it's not your place to have a relationship with her!" "You're right, don't be so angry." Mari's swollen buttocks trembled slightly; his wife's body was quite alluring. Masashi's heart skipped a beat, and he walked over and hugged her tightly from behind.

"What are you doing! No..." Mari turned around, trying with all her might to push Masashi away.

"I apologize, I'm sorry. But I love you, and I love Mom too. Let's all live peacefully together. I don't want to hurt anyone; peace is the most important thing right now." Masashi whispered in Mari's ear, his hand gently kneading her upturned buttocks.

"Don't bring those political slogans here!" Masashi received a slap across the face.

Masashi didn't back down, hugging her thin nightgown-clad body tightly, reaching inside to spread her thighs. Ah, why isn't she wearing a bra? Could it be? ... His penis, which had been extremely excited but hadn't yet released, was erect again, rubbing against his wife's buttocks, his sliding hand searching for a target like a rape.

"No! It's filthy!" His wife shouted and resisted, but her resistance had its limits.

Even more surprisingly, Mari's vagina was already wet, making penetration easy. "No! No!..." Mari cried out, but her vagina seemed to belong to someone else, already embracing his penis!

"Mari, don't be angry. You're my wife, and Mom is Mom!" The penis, still deep inside, gently twisted, letting his pubic hair lightly rub against his wife's clitoris. Masashi began to speak, strangely, what he meant to apologize sounded more like an explanation.

The physical union seemed to soothe Mari's emotions somewhat.

"What do you like about Mom?! Mom... is Mom better than me?!" Mari struggled to finish the simple sentence, accompanied by waves of excitement deep within her body, immersed in a peculiar and immense excitement.

Mari was shy, feeling ashamed at the thought of what had happened in the bathroom earlier. The mother's ecstatic moans were deafening. Her husband, excited, thrust in and out of her vagina. Ah… his fingers were still inside her anus. He'd been standing outside for so long without being noticed, and their strange posture… They were his mother and husband! Ah… he couldn't think about it, just thinking about it made his vagina wet… Where did he like his mother? Could he tell her… was it that juicy honey? Zhengshi hesitated, his crotch rubbing harder against his wife's vulva. His wife's mouth opened slightly, her breathing became rapid, a blush rose on her young face after crying, her vagina throbbed, and her hazy eyes shone with a questioning, inquiring light.

"Oh... Mom, Mom has a special, womanly scent." Masashi carefully chose his words. The phrase "special, womanly scent" had barely left his lips when images of Kumiko's juicy, flower-like vulva and fair skin flashed into his mind. A surge of excitement coursed through him. His penis thrust in, pressing against his wife's undulating inner walls. He lowered his head, licking Mari's neck, his tongue roaming freely, finally culminating in a deep kiss on his wife's panting lips.

"What..." Her husband's lubricated tongue interrupted her question. The cool touch brought a fiery sensation to the spot where his tongue had licked. Mari sighed, a restless energy surging within her. She wanted it so much... "Ah... Mom is a woman, so I'm not?!" His wife's tearful question left Masashi both amused and exasperated. The crisis was almost over. He kneaded his wife's full, firm breasts, gently sucking on her small nipples. Watching her struggle to move her lips, a suppressed "Uh, uh..." sigh escaping from deep within her throat, Masashi realized this. But his wife's reaction today was strange. Her suppressed sighs... weren't they also a

sign that he had been too careless before? Sensing that he had been too cold to his wife in the past, Masashi began to soften, whispering in her ear, "Mom has been a woman much longer than you. And you will continue to be a woman in the future. You should learn from Mom's strengths. Don't you often say that when Mom does housework, she tastes more like a mother?" His penis began to thrust vigorously into his wife's honey pot.

"Are you asking me to learn? Ah... ah..." Mari involuntarily hugged her husband, her body responding to his thrusts, finally releasing long-suppressed moans of sexual excitement.

"I'll learn and then teach you, to bring out the taste of a mother..." Mari seemed to agree somewhat, but now she could only utter "Ah, ah..." tightly embracing her husband, the inner walls of her vulva beginning to undulate nervously... Masashi was genuinely delighted by his wife's physical reactions, and he continued to cultivate this virgin territory.

"You are your mother's alter ego, sharing the same body. Your body is young; you shouldn't be jealous of your mother," Masashi murmured, expressing his feelings as if teaching someone how to be a person… Mari's moans grew more rapid, her inner walls undulating faster and faster. With a cry of "Ah…", the undulating inner walls suddenly tightened, and Masashi's thrusting penis was completely enveloped and squeezed by her honeyed orifice… The two faced off for a moment, their breathing almost ceasing… Finally, Masashi began to ejaculate, and at the same time, Mari convulsed and collapsed onto the bed… Both climaxed simultaneously.

(Women are so lovely.) However, he had only just begun to understand women.

The following week was difficult for all three of them. The atmosphere at home was awkward and subtle. Kumiko remained outwardly calm, her face still carrying that serene smile, but Masashi restrained himself, leaving Kumiko to return to her loneliness.

Masashi barely survived that day, not daring to ignite the flames again, and with his wife Mari rushing home from work, there was no opportunity.

Several days have passed since that day, but Mari still can't calm down. The image of her husband's penis deeply inserted into her mother's vagina, his fingers moving in and out of her anus, keeps replaying in her mind. Her mother's ecstatic moans still echo vividly in her ears… Every day after get off work, she rushes home to find her husband watching TV in the bedroom and her mother busy in the kitchen. She eats awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with her mother, and quickly goes upstairs to her own room after dinner. Thankfully, her husband has been tender towards her since that day, making her afraid to mention it again. She can't remember how she fell asleep that day, only that she kept shouting loudly, as if competing with her mother to see who could shout the loudest, and then she and her husband were locked in a fierce struggle, clinging to each other like an octopus, tossing and turning on the bed. Her husband seemed especially gentle and capable that day… Today is Sunday, and Zhengshi said he had a business dinner. What kind of business dinner could he have by himself? They always went out together before, but this time, he must have been afraid of the awkwardness of staying home! Lying on the large bed, Mari thought about her husband.

These past few nights, he'd come to be intimate with her as soon as it got dark—he was really something! But before that? He must have given it all to her mother! That strange position… Just thinking about that unusual position her mother and husband had that day made Mari's face burn and her body feverish. These past few days, when she was intimate with her husband, she'd wanted to do that with him several times, but why didn't he understand? Her lower body began to moisten again, she could feel the honey-like fluid flowing out. After these past few days, her body's sensitivity surprised even herself!

She slipped her hand inside her panties, her fingers gently caressing her already swollen vulva, inserting one finger… Ah… what a wonderful feeling! Her other hand slid to her breasts, her nipples tightening… Ah! Mother… The events of that day in the bathroom flashed before her eyes, her fingers moving faster, pleasure surging like a tide.

"Ah...Mom, I'm...a woman too...ah...Mom...ah..." After what seemed like an eternity, Mari sat up, feeling languid. She had screamed during her orgasm; had her mother heard? A sense of unease crept in. Covered in sweat, Mari tidied herself up and went downstairs to shower.

Emerging from the bathroom, she saw her mother sitting in the living room, staring blankly at the peonies. Her husband might not have noticed these past few days, but she was her daughter, her only family for so many years. How could she not see? Mother...Mother had withered, like a broken bouquet of flowers, withered! Poor Mother!

Mari walked behind Kumiko, quietly gazing at her mother's back. Time seemed to stand still.

Perhaps it was truly a mother's heart that connected with her daughter's. Kumiko turned around, and when she saw her daughter Mari standing behind her, lost in thought, a pang of panic shot through her. But she still managed a serene smile, took her daughter's hand, and looked at Mari calmly, saying, "Mari, you've grown up..." "Mom..." A fleeting look of disappointment and panic crossed her mother's face... Mom must be thinking about those things, those things! Ah, Mom, I... "There's no need to say anything, Mari..." Kumiko stood up, stroking her daughter's hesitant face, saying, "No matter what happened, Mom loves you!" The deep love in her mother's eyes deeply moved Mari. A surge of warmth coursed through her heart, and she rushed to Kumiko, hugging her mother tightly: "Ah, Mom, Mom..." Mother and daughter embraced tightly, choking back tears.

Mari, now calm, leaned against the tatami mat, while Kumiko knelt beside her.

"Mari, what happened to you just now? You were shouting in the room." "Ah... Mom, you... you heard everything?" Mari was a little nervous.

"I heard you, you sounded like you were calling for Mommy, so Mommy ran over right away..." "Oh... Mommy... Mommy, don't say that." Mari covered her face with her hands.

"My Mari has grown up, she's an adult now..." Kumiko leaned down and whispered in Mari's ear with a smile,

"Have you really grown up? Let Mommy see..." As she spoke, her hand slipped inside Mari's yukata, searching for her breasts and tentatively kneading them gently.

"Oh... Mommy, Mommy..." Mari's face flushed again, her body burning. Her body, which had just calmed down, couldn't withstand any more stimulation. Ah! It was stirring again, ah... I want it so much, I want it so much... Turning her face, her mother's lips were close to hers, ah... Mommy, Mommy has a special, womanly scent. Is it really like that? Mommy is right beside me, ah! Mommy... Mari reached out and pulled, and Kumiko, whose body was already unsteady, fell onto Mari. Mari instinctively hugged her mother, not letting Kumiko break free.

Kumiko, who had been teasing her daughter's breasts, lost her balance and braced herself on the tatami mat, pressing her entire body against her daughter. Just as she tried to straighten up, her daughter wrapped her arms around her waist.

"Ah! Ah...Mari, you..." She felt her daughter's mouth rubbing against her chest, and felt the heat emanating from the neckline of her elegant dress. "What are you doing, daughter? Ah...ah..." Her daughter's hand slipped under the hem of her dress. "Ah...ah...Mari, stop it..." Her daughter's hand went around her panties and reached her vulva. "Ah...ah..." Her long-dormant vulva tightened instantly, a powerful desire rising within her!

Her hand could feel her mother's body tense suddenly. Her middle finger probed deep into her mother's opening, and nectar flowed out. Ah!

Mother is so sensitive... Her most sensitive spot was being invaded by her daughter's hand. Kumiko panicked. "Ah!

Ah...Mari, what are you doing..." Her daughter's hand moved left and right. Ah! She was stimulating her clitoris! Ah… she inserted it into the honey hole, ah… don’t move, ah… Mari’s hand withdrew, ah, ah, all her strength seemed to have vanished into thin air… “Mom, no matter what happened, Mari loves you, Mom…” Mari lay on the tatami mat, tightly hugging Kumiko who was lying on top of her. Mom’s breathing was so heavy, ah! Mom, the grievances that had been building up in her heart for so many days finally burst out, “Ah… Mom…” Mari burst into tears, burying her face in Kumiko’s arms.

“Mari, you don’t blame Mom anymore? Mom knew you would understand in the end, ah! Mari, um…” Kumiko hugged her daughter in her arms, kissing away her tears, “Ah… my child, Mom’s baby…” Mari was immersed in her mother’s warm embrace, her mother’s kisses were soft and sweet, “Ah! Mom…” Kumiko kept kissing her, Mari sobbed and looked up, intentionally or unintentionally, their lips touched.

"Ah...ah..." Looking up, her mother was also looking at her. Mother and daughter faced each other... Finally, their lips tentatively and clumsily met again.

"Ah, ah..." Mother and daughter kissed deeply. After what seemed like an eternity, both were choked with breathless gasps. Mari's yukata, already disheveled, was now completely pulled back, and Kumiko's elegant dress began to fall piece by piece onto the tatami mat. Mother and daughter were finally naked before each other... Fingers roamed over each other's flesh, hot lips sucked on each other's breasts, constantly changing positions, greedily caressing in a 69 position... Young, elastic, and fit bodies pressed tightly together with mature, voluptuous, snow-white bodies. With choked breaths, both were already dripping wet... Ah...Mom, Mom has a special, womanly scent. Is that really it? Mari, with a touch of coquettishness, relentlessly attacked Kumiko's feminine features, kneading, rubbing, licking, sucking, picking, and touching... Kumiko, lying on top, had her repressed maternal instincts awakened and began to act as well! Mari felt sexual desire overwhelming her entire body, leaving her with no strength left. She struggled, using her last bit of strength to hold Kumiko's buttocks tightly, pressing her vulva tightly against her mouth.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Two sighs escaped in succession, and the two reached their climax.

"Ah...ah...it's over!...it's over!...ah!ah...more!...more..." Kumiko, in the throes of orgasm, let out an uncontrollable roar, her buttocks rubbing against Mari's mouth back and forth, her hands desperately thrusting into Mari's vagina.

"Ah...ah..." Mari beneath her thrust her lower body forcefully, pressing tightly against Kumiko's writhing hands, her mouth, which had been sucking on Kumiko's vulva, could no longer exert any force, and she stuck out her tongue... Another intense orgasm arrived.

"Ah...so good, so beautiful, ah...Mom..." Immersed in the afterglow of her climax, Mari gently stroked Kumiko beside her, pressing her head against her mother's lap. Her mother's wet, fleshy vulva was right in front of her. She gently inserted a finger, and her mother trembled slightly.

Ah! Mom, is this that special, womanly taste?

Mari's finger was teasing her own desire again, and Kumiko began to pant again. Grasping her daughter's hand, Kumiko sat up. Her daughter's healthy, firm body lay shyly flat, her full breasts high and her nipples pointing upwards.

"Mari, you've grown up." Her mother's gaze stirred a deep unease within Mari. She shyly curled her legs up to hide her exposed vulva. Kumiko saw this action, and with a chuckle, she spread her daughter's legs, bent down, and gently kissed her daughter's mouth. Her hand moved down, pressing flat against her daughter's protruding vulva, gently caressing it. Her daughter's breathing quickened again; her daughter was very sensitive, and thinking to herself, her hand began to move faster… "Ah…ah…Mom, I…no…don't…" Mari gasped, pushing away Kumiko's hand and turning over, pinning Kumiko beneath her. "This time, I won't be on the bottom, this time…I…am on…top." While licking and sucking Kumiko's moist vulva, she squeezed out these words that surprised Kumiko from deep in her throat, her buttocks beginning to move back and forth, rubbing hard against Kumiko's mouth, which was about to make a few teasing remarks. The mother and daughter began to entangle together again… Mari's movements became faster and faster, and her moans echoed in the room once more. "Ah! Mom, ah…" Her mother's mouth was wet and soft, ah! Her mother stuck out her tongue, ah! Mother's fingers... Gazing up at Mari's buttocks moving back and forth, Kumiko forcefully stuck out her tongue. Her daughter's vulva was gradually opening, and the honey-like fluid was increasing. Ah! Her daughter's hand reached into her own vulva, which was constantly opening and closing. "Ah...Mari, come on!" Kumiko shoved her fingers into her daughter's anus!

Mari screamed, "Ah...ah...ah...Mom...it's so good...ah...Mom...put it in...faster...faster..." Her buttocks could no longer move, pressing heavily against Kumiko's mouth. As Kumiko's fingers went deeper, the screams became more and more intense. She couldn't take it anymore! Her buttocks instinctively lifted upwards.

"Ah..." Mother's fingers were flung away. "Ah! More...more...ah! Ah...more...put it in...more..." She roared, her buttocks falling back down, wriggling back and forth, searching for her mother's fingers... "Ah!..." A feeling of fullness permeated her entire body, and she had no strength left.

"Ah! This is..." Mari turned her head. Ah! Her husband!

Behind her, her husband's penis was thrusting powerfully!

Mari was overwhelmed by the relentless impact, collapsing limply onto Kumiko's body. Her mother's opening and closing vulva was right before her eyes, panting and screaming. The scene in the bathroom that day flashed through her mind, and her heart pounded.

Ah! Mom, Mom has a special, womanly scent... Is this it?

Ah... Her husband's penis became even more vigorous, the shock from her anus reaching the deepest part of her body. "Ah... Mom is licking her vulva again, ah..." Mari fainted. Masashi,

who had slipped out under the pretext of a social engagement, had actually been wandering around. His mother-in-law's mature, alluring body deeply attracted him, especially today, after a week without a chance to steal a moment of pleasure. Before leaving in the morning, he only had time to hug her, his fingers probing and stroking her already wet, petal-like vulva. Ah... He really wanted it, he was going crazy with desire! He eagerly hoped that his wife Mari would leave soon so he could sneak home and enjoy Kumiko's dripping honey.

But what's wrong today? Why isn't Mari out yet? She usually can't stay home. He'd been waiting for so long, but his wife hadn't left. What was she doing at home? Was she afraid of the awkward atmosphere and stayed in her room? Well… Masashi created an opportunity for himself in his mind and quietly entered the house. He didn't dare go into the living room, but went around to the side and secretly peeked through the balcony railing, hoping it was just his mother-in-law alone. If so… he bent down, slowly raised his head, ah! In the living room, "Ah…" Masashi was stunned.

"Ah! Ah… Ah… Mom, so good! Ah… Mom… Put it in, quick! Quick… Ah!

Ah… More… Put it in… More…" His wife was moaning incessantly on top of his mother-in-law, ah! No, it was a roar, a desperate roar, his mother-in-law's fingers inserted into his wife's anus… Masashi stared intently, his penis throbbing with erection! Seeing his wife becoming increasingly frantic, Masashi could no longer restrain himself. He somehow climbed over the railing, unzipping his pants as he ran, and pressed down on his wife's swaying buttocks. Her small buttocks were firm and elastic. Ah… Masashi's sudden appearance delighted Kumiko the most. That morning, when Masashi left, he was as impatient as a lecherous man who hadn't seen a woman in eighty-one years. Though he didn't leave a word, that look in his eyes! She believed that soon, as soon as her daughter Mari left, he would rush back. But who would have thought… her son-in-law's magnificent penis was so close, the tender flesh of her daughter's anus was being quickly pulled out and then quickly shoved back in, her daughter's body… "Ah! My daughter isn't moving anymore, ah… she must have fainted, ah… I didn't experience this kind of excitement until I was over thirty! Ah… my happy daughter…" Suppressing a trace of jealousy towards her daughter, she continued to lick her daughter's swollen, purplish-red vulva, her tongue rapidly licking the bright red clitoris!

"My daughter lies motionless on top of me, ah! She's completely immersed in pleasure, it's my turn... I want it too! Ah... ah..." He licked upwards from his daughter's vulva, his tongue touching his son-in-law's still-thrusting, magnificent penis.

"Ah... ah..." His wife, Mari, lay motionless, her mouth half-open, emitting choked gasps. Ah! His wife had climaxed, and the cool, gentle touch of his mother-in-law's skillful, lubricated tongue beneath him... "Ah..." His boiling lust cooled slightly... ah... his mother-in-law's full, juicy body.

He turned rapidly, his legs parting Mari's head, and thrust in!

"Ah... wife and mother-in-law are pinned beneath me. Ah! Thrust... Thrust..." he roared inwardly, "Ah... ah... ah ah..." Semen spurted out, onto his mother-in-law's petal-like vulva and his wife's still somewhat childlike face!

The mother-in-law's voluptuous body trembled, the wife's head wriggled, her tongue lolling out. Ah… the wife's tongue was so warm!

Mali was awakened by the weight on her body and the trembling beneath her. The moans and shouts echoing in her ears excited her body again. "Ah… my husband's penis is moving in and out of my mother's slit… ah… I want more… I want more!" She reached out and grabbed tightly. "Ah… I got it, ah… he's coming…" The penis in her hand trembled, the semen flashing before her eyes. "Ah… give it to me… I want it…" She put it in her mouth and sucked, ah! She wanted to swallow it whole… The daughter and son-in-law on top of her let out lingering moans. Ah… how… whose hand is this? Ah!

Another hand! Ah… two hands… ah! No, three or more! Ah… moving in and out of her slit, ah… what is squeezing into her anus? Ah...it's going to explode... I twisted my head hard, but I couldn't see anything. Ah...sometime during the night, the peony in the living room bloomed, and three butterflies flew in, hovering around the flower...

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