Mom's flesh hole

Since my mother and I had sex a few weeks ago, I've gradually gotten used to it. Whenever I need it, she tries her best to satisfy me, even though it's a bit frequent for someone my age. But young people's passion is boundless, and my mother isn't a woman who can be easily satisfied. Of course, my relationship with my mother has to be kept secret because we also have to be wary of my younger sister, Debbie. My sister is not yet thirteen, but she's precocious, with a curvaceous figure, especially her small but pert hips, which are very attractive. Initially, however, I didn't realize the changes in my sister's body; in my mind, she'd always be a little girl who never grew up. Somehow, my sister seems to sense that my mother and I are hiding something from her. Fortunately, she hasn't really discovered anything yet. Although she's still young and can't control us, it would be bad if she found out. My mother and I make love passionately whenever we have the chance—in the kitchen, in the bedroom, in the bathroom, and even in the swimming pool. Of course, all of this can only happen when my sister isn't home. I liked the feeling of sneaking around, because it was more exciting than openly displaying my lust. To me, my sister was still just a spoiled, nosy little kid who often ruined my and my mother's trysts. Anyway, I never really cared about her. It wasn't until she was thirteen and in middle school, the same school as me, that we had more time to see each other. But there were a lot of guys at school who seemed very interested in my sister. They were always hanging around her, guessing her age and her various hobbies. Whenever these guys bothered my sister, I would angrily step in and chase them all away without hesitation. It wasn't that I liked protecting my sister, but I felt they had no taste, being so shameless as to make a move on a mere immature girl. I'm not trying to be evasive; in fact, in my eyes, my sister really was a spoiled brat. At home, she relied on my mother and me for everything; without us, she knew almost nothing and couldn't do anything. However, she was indeed jealous of the close relationship between my mother and me. For someone as oblivious as me, failing to grasp the underlying meaning sooner was my mistake. Two months passed like this. Sometimes strange noises would come from my sister's room, but I paid no attention. One night, I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling a bit hungry. Because my sister had been following me around like a shadow these past few days, I hadn't had much chance to make love with my mother, so I often woke up in the middle of the night, experiencing the emptiness and loneliness of the night. I decided to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. I thought it was so late, everyone else should be asleep, so I didn't put on any clothes and went downstairs naked. Our house had two floors; my mother and I had our bedroom upstairs, and my sister's bedroom was downstairs, very close to the bathroom. In the darkness, I groped my way down the stairs to the refrigerator; my sister's room was next to the kitchen. As I passed through the hallway, I noticed that my sister's door was ajar, letting in a sliver of light. Out of curiosity, I stopped and peeked inside. Oh! I couldn't believe my eyes! My sister was standing naked in front of the mirror, but she felt so unfamiliar to me. The snot-nosed little girl of the past is gone, replaced by a budding teenage girl. My sister's chest now has two buds, their curves quite beautiful, whereas two years ago it was bare. Her buttocks have clearly begun to develop, their graceful curves already outlined; her hips are wide, and if she had a little more flesh, she would be indistinguishable from a mature woman. Although she still looks very thin and is indeed still a child, there is a clear difference compared to before. In other words, she has begun to mature. Her thighs are no longer as thin as matchsticks, but quite rounded and full. Her back looks very soft, her spine is straight, and it no longer has the unsightly bulge of her childhood. I never imagined that my sister had developed to this extent without me noticing, completely different from the skinny little girl I used to remember. My sister stands in front of the mirror, gazing intently at herself, completely unaware that another pair of eyes are watching her from deep within the mirror. Through the mirror, I can see my sister's face, from head to toe. Where there used to be only her belly button, now the area is flat with a slight curve. Her once flat, board-like breasts are now two sizable mounds, each adorned with two truly adorable little red hickeys. What shocked me most was the area around my sister's thighs, which used to be hairless, now covered in fine, curly, pale yellow pubic hair, with a cute little slit running through it. Oh! How cute! In just a short while, my opinion of my sister underwent a complete 180-degree turn. The sister standing before me was now a young woman, a lovely, vibrant girl in the throes of puberty, no longer the skinny, annoying little girl she once was. She was tall, quite beautiful, with a sexy mouth like her mother, and bright, clear brown eyes inherited from her father. All of this was already enough to leave me speechless, but what she began to do truly gave me a powerful shock. My sister stood in front of the mirror, striking various poses, turning her body from side to side, seemingly admiring her young, naked body with a touch of self-pity. Then, mimicking a model in a photograph, she closed her eyes, her hands roaming over her chest, caressing her small, cute breasts. Her slender fingers pinched her nipples, gently rubbing them, her expression one of ecstasy. She bit her lower lip, emitting low moans. The scene resembled a porn star's desperate masturbation performance on television. Standing outside my sister's door, watching this vivid and sensual spectacle, I was dumbfounded, unable to move an inch. I had never seen anything like it before, and now I was completely captivated, my penis unconsciously hardening. My sister continued to caress her breasts until her nipples were fully erect. Her nipples weren't very large, and I couldn't see them clearly from this distance, but I could easily discern that her two originally red nipples had turned black. Her hands slowly moved down, beginning to caress her entire body. Her hand slid over her flat stomach, down to her rounded buttocks, gently kneading and squeezing her hips. She lifted her right leg, her hand starting from her ankle, sliding up her firm calf, past her knee, down her thigh, and step by step towards her groin. My sister's breathing quickened, and I panted along with her. I stared intently at my sister's young and beautiful body, somewhat unable to believe that she was so well-developed at such a young age. As if rewarding herself, my sister sighed and slid her hand between her legs. Through the mirror, I could clearly see her middle finger inserted into the small cleft at the base of her thigh, gently and rhythmically moving back and forth. However, each time her middle finger only penetrated shallowly into the cleft by one knuckle before stopping, not going deep or stirring inside, but it seemed that this was already enough to satisfy her. Of course I knew what she was doing, but I never expected that watching my sister masturbate would excite me so much. I watched with envy as her slender fingers moved freely in and out of that cute little hole, wishing my already painfully hard penis could take its place. I was thrilled by this lewd thought. Oh, my little sister was satisfying herself with her fingers, and her brother was hiding and watching! My sister released her breast with her left hand, pressed it against the wall, supported her body, spread her legs, bent her knees, and her right middle finger slowly slid into the crevice until the entire finger was buried inside. I, who was watching from the side, could no longer hold back. I grabbed my penis and began to rub it vigorously in sync with my sister's movements, fantasizing that it wasn't my sister's fingers that entered my sister's narrow, pink hole, but my thick, long penis. Under my gaze, my sister knelt down, her knees on the ground, supporting her body, her thighs spread, her fingers quickly moving in and out of her little hole, looking completely intoxicated. My heart pounded with desire as I watched from outside the door. My penis was erect, and I pushed the door open a little more, peeking my head in halfway. Thankfully, my sister didn't notice. It was a truly bizarre scene: my sister was passionately caressing her vulva inside, while I, her brother, was watching and vigorously rubbing my own penis. After about two minutes, her thighs began to tremble, clearly from kneeling for too long. I wondered why she didn't lie down on the bed; that would be much more comfortable. As if she understood me perfectly, she stood up and quickly climbed onto her bed, her fingers still inserted in her vagina. When she lay down, her legs were spread open in my direction—lucky me! Now I could see everything clearly between her legs. Her fingers were still constantly moving in and out of that lovely little hole, and under the light, her inner thighs glistened; it seemed she was quite wet. The younger sister's fingers were twitching faster and faster. Her thighs were completely stiff and wide open, the muscles were taut, and her free hand was clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her palm. It seemed that the younger sister's orgasm was coming soon.Her breathing suddenly quickened, her thighs and lower abdomen contracted and spasmed violently, and a hissing sound came from her throat. When Mom and I were doing it together, she behaved just like my sister before her orgasm. I had never heard my sister make such sensual, suppressed sounds before. She was clearly afraid the noise would attract Mom and me's attention, so she covered her mouth with the back of her hand, but the moaning continued. Her buttocks were raised high, thrusting upwards repeatedly, and I could see drops of clear fluid dripping from her vagina. My sister's body finally fell back onto the bed, her breathing still rapid, but her tense muscles had begun to relax. Her hands were casually placed at her sides, and she looked completely exhausted. From my angle, I could see that her nipples and two lovely labia were red, but covered with mottled clear fluid. My sister looked very satisfied and happy. As she turned over, intending to further stimulate herself, her head turned, and her eyes glanced casually towards the doorway. Suddenly her eyes widened, startling me. I realized the door was ajar, and most of my body was exposed to the light. I stood there dumbfounded, naked, my large, long, and hard penis erect, the glans engorged and glowing red from the earlier rubbing—it must have looked terrifying. My sister shrank to the corner of the bed, her eyes wide, half shy and half frightened, her lips tightly pressed together. Soon, her expression turned to disgust. "Get away!" she hissed, her voice soft but filled with revulsion. "Get out of my room, you pervert! Get away!" I said nothing, took a step back, left my sister's room, closed the door behind me, and went straight to my own room, completely forgetting about going to the kitchen for food. Back in my bedroom, I turned off the light and collapsed onto the bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. The moment I closed my eyes, the image of my sister's naked body flashed through my mind, along with the way she had been posing provocatively in front of the mirror. In just over two years, my sister had changed so much; she was no longer the naive girl she once was. I'd seen her naked before, but I'd never had any negative reaction. I never imagined I'd be so embarrassed just now. Recalling the scene, when my sister discovered me peeking, although she seemed angry, she didn't try to cover herself. Instead, she spread her legs wide, as if afraid I wouldn't see clearly. And although she seemed furious and told me to leave, her eyes were fixed on my enormous member, her gaze more one of surprise than anger. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel excited. It seemed I would definitely let her see my penis properly sometime in the future, and very closely at that. The next day, everything was normal, as if nothing had happened. As usual, my sister and I went to school after breakfast. My mother always gets up very early to make breakfast for us, even though it delays her work. In my memory, whenever we had school the next day, my mother rarely slept in. Even if I made her work herself to the bone the night before, she would still get up early to prepare everything. When I went downstairs to the kitchen, my sister hadn't come out yet. She usually arrived before me, but today it seemed I was ahead. "Hi, good morning! You look great," my mother greeted me. "Hi, good morning! Mom looks even more beautiful," I replied casually, reaching my hand inside my mother's robe and touching between her legs. My fingers easily found my mother's warm, moist labia. Oh! My mother wasn't wearing any underwear. My penis instantly hardened. If my sister weren't home, I would have eagerly lifted my mother's robe, pushed her to the sink, and, as usual, vigorously fucked her wet, hot, hairy cunt from behind. "Mmm...mmm..." Mom moaned as my fingers played with her, rubbing her labia against them while saying, "Mmm...""Be careful, baby. Your sister will see. Where is she? Hasn't she come yet? She should be down here by now." "Ignore her," I said, gently stirring my finger against the wall of my mother's vagina. "Maybe she's stuck in the toilet." "How could you say that about your sister!" My mother said angrily, pushing my hand away from her vagina. I deliberately licked my wet middle finger, and my mother smiled, her eyes fixed intently on the bulge in my shorts. She reached out and grabbed my erect penis, about to make her next move, when we heard my sister open the door. "We'll talk about it later, baby," my mother whispered, then pinched my penis hard before letting go. When my sister came in, she didn't even glance at me, going straight to her seat and sitting down. When my mother said good morning to her, she just nodded. I hoped she would look up at me, but she ignored me completely, as if I didn't exist. "Child, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Mom clearly noticed my sister's unusual behavior. My sister just shook her head and then glared at me fiercely. Mom sensed something was off between us, but obviously assumed it was just a normal sibling squabble and ignored it, going off to prepare breakfast. I stared blankly at the way Mom's ample buttocks swayed inside her robe, cursing my sister inwardly. Why did she have to come in at the worst possible time, just when we were about to get down to business? However, in a flash, I remembered my sister's passionate performance last night and couldn't help but look at her differently. Hmm, it seems my sister is a bit lewd, just like Mom. If I play the right card next, maybe there will be unexpected gains, and it certainly won't be just about seeing my sister's cute little hole. Just looking at Mom's buttocks was already exciting enough, but now, thinking about my sister's lewd performance last night and my aspirations for the future, my penis became even harder. To hide my embarrassment, I lowered my head and pretended to eat, but my mind was still racing with wild thoughts. My sister was sitting right next to me, less than a few meters away; I could touch her knees with my outstretched leg. Thinking about how naked she'd been last night, my feet started to twitch. I continued to wonder what it would look like under the table if I looked down. Would she be without underwear, her pubic hair still showing? I wondered if I should pretend to drop my napkin and sneak a peek while bending down to pick it up. But I quickly dismissed the idea, because I never use napkins; I usually just use my shorts to wipe my hands. People would think it was strange if I suddenly started using one. I looked up at my mother; she was facing the wall. I thought this was a good opportunity. My sister had been watching me closely, and when she saw me looking at my mother's backside again, she kicked me under the table, a little annoyed. I turned back and gave her a strange smile, continuing to eat my breakfast, but my mind was still contemplating how to get under the table and peek between her legs. Oh, it seems a lot can happen in two years; at least your sister can change to an unimaginable degree. Before, I only saw her as a repulsive, annoying person I wanted to avoid at all costs. Now, I genuinely wanted her, I wanted to possess her. Although she was still very young, she had a beautiful, youthful body, and she was maturing rapidly. The day I could "pick" her wasn't far off! I ate my food absentmindedly, but my mind was replaying the image of my sister's legs spread wide last night. Her labia were truly pink, looking very delicate, and the pubic hair on both sides hadn't fully grown yet, but it made her look even cuter. I imagined what color her underwear would be if she wore it, and what kind of clothes she was wearing today. Thinking this, I glanced up at my sister and found that she was also staring at me. Oh, the way she looked at me was exactly the same as the way I looked at her! My penis unconsciously became erect, and my thoughts somehow drifted to my sister's cute pink little hole. We stared at each other for a while before I regained my usual disdainful expression when I looked at her. At the same time, I saw my mother's mouth move, and I realized that she was asking me a question. "Hmm? What?" I asked. "I'm asking you, what's wrong with you two? You both look so upset, are you worried the sky is falling? I see you're busy putting seasonings into your porridge, but you're not eating any. And what about the milk I made? Why aren't you touching it? Kids, what's wrong with you two?" I muttered a few words, quickly finishing the ham and egg Mom shoved into my mouth. My sister also didn't say a word, just kept her head down and ate her own portion. Mom didn't seem to mind our indifferent attitude; she was happy as long as we ate all the breakfast she made. After we finished eating, Mom cleared the table and prepared our things for school. I stared at Mom's trembling buttocks, wishing I didn't have to go to school and could stay home and spend some quality time with Mom. But every time I thought of Mom's hairy vulva, my mind would simultaneously conjure up my sister's pubic hairy little hole. Oh, damn it! I can't forget what my sister looked like last night. Although she seemed disgusted with me, I was sure she was just masking her inner fear—the fear of having incestuous thoughts. I was even certain she was excited too, that she shared the same desires as me. Just then, a car horn sounded outside, and my sister and I jumped up simultaneously. It was Billy, who lived across the street. Billy and I were good friends, the same age, but he already had his own car, and he would give us a ride to school every day. My sister and I rushed towards the door, but got stuck in the narrow passageway. "Get out of the way!" my sister shouted. "No! You're blocking my way." We pushed and shoved each other, trying to get out before the other. Suddenly, I did something mischievous, my hand sliding across my sister's chest. Oh, great! My hand brushed against my sister's breast; although small, it was much firmer and more elastic than my mother's. Just as I was reveling in this, my sister pulled back and punched my shoulder hard. My mother came over, separated us, and then pushed us out the door. She gently patted our bottoms, telling us to stop fooling around. Mom had obviously seen our little antics; after pushing us out the door, she stood there lost in thought for a while. It was another boring day. Sitting at my desk, the only thing on my mind was women's vulvas. Of course, I mainly thought about Mom's vulva; after all, it had been several days since I'd touched her, and the thought was exciting. However, my sister's pink vulva kept popping into my head, and I couldn't shake it off. Although I had a physical relationship with Mom, and I could enjoy her beautiful, mature body all the time, it didn't stop me from thinking about other women. After all, I was only a sixteen-year-old boy, still very impulsive. After school, Billy drove up and told us to get in his car. His car was already full of other students, so after I sat down, my sister had nowhere to sit except on my lap. I didn't know if she would get in or take another car, but unexpectedly, she climbed into the car without hesitation and sat on my lap. As she climbed onto my lap, I stole a glance at her thighs, which answered the question that had been bothering me since breakfast—I could vaguely see her pink panties. Just like at breakfast, my penis instantly became erect. When my sister sat on my lap, the head of my penis was pressed directly against her buttocks. I had held my sister countless times before, and she had sat on my lap more than once or twice, of course, that was when I was little, but I had never felt anything. Now, I truly felt the pressure that my sister's buttocks and thighs were putting on my penis, making me want to explode. As if to embarrass me, my sister's buttocks swayed from side to side with the bumps of the bus, making me even more uncomfortable, while she chatted with the other students on the bus as if nothing was wrong, occasionally flirting with Billy. My sister's buttocks were moving a bit exaggeratedly, but I pretended not to care and listened to their conversation with interest. When we crossed the street, Billy suddenly turned to avoid the red light, and everyone was caught off guard, their bodies leaning to the right. I was sitting on the far left, so I naturally grabbed the bike, while the others grabbed me. Reflexively, I wrapped my right arm around my sister's waist. We only sat up straight when the bike was balanced. My hand accidentally slipped from her waist and landed between her legs, pressing against her slightly raised mound. A soft, warm sensation immediately spread through the back of my hand. I casually moved my hand away and placed it on her right leg. My sister hadn't said a word to me or reacted to our physical contact, but when my hand touched her mound, her body visibly stiffened; her abdominal muscles contracted sharply, but she didn't move away. Only when my hand was on her right leg did she relax. Afterwards, we continued talking and joking with the others, but it was clear that neither of us was really interested in the mundane conversation.I was still savoring the brief encounter, and I figured my sister was feeling the same way. When we got home, I helped her out of the car, my right hand naturally slipping under her bottom and lifting her up. Of course, I'd done this hundreds of times before, but never had it felt like this. I could feel the elasticity of her slightly thin bottom and the softness of the deep crevice between her legs. Oh! I couldn't hold back anymore; my penis was throbbing painfully. I followed my sister out of the car, chatted with Billy about the upcoming basketball game, and then said goodbye. My sister was already in her room, and I jogged in after her. Mom wasn't home; her sports car was gone. She always worked late, and after Dad eloped with his secretary, he left a bill that Mom had to pay. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a sandwich, and wandered around, munching on it. When I arrived at my sister's room, I saw that her door was open. This time it was clearly intentional, since she couldn't have missed the clattering I'd made in the kitchen. My sister was sitting on her bed, wearing a bikini bottom and a nightgown over it. Oh, it's only four in the afternoon!

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