Wild Mom and Sexy Sister

What's going on? While I was fast asleep, I suddenly felt a tingling, itchy sensation on my penis, heard a sizzling sound in my ear, and smelled alcohol. I opened my eyes. It was still dark, the room was dim, and a faint light from the hallway shone through the crack in the door onto me. Someone was between my legs, tasting my penis, a pair of soft hands playing with my testicles. I straightened up; she was still there, shifting forward slightly with my movement. My hand found its way to her breast, and when my fingers touched a small bump under her left nipple, I knew who she was.
"Sister, why are you back?" I asked.
"You little devil, how did you know it was me?" my sister asked, spitting out my penis. "
You have a little bump under your left nipple; I've touched it countless times, and you still didn't notice?" I said.
"Good that you knew. I only came back because I missed you," my sister said. "
Why are you back in the middle of the night? Does Mom know?" I asked.
"The company had a cocktail party today, it just ended not long ago. I was going to go to your brother-in-law's, but it's too late and the road is far, so I ran back." My sister said, kissing the head of my penis. "
Does Mom know?" I asked.
"I came in through the back door and came straight here. Mom doesn't know yet." "Then hurry up and rest. It's so late, and you're still fooling around." I said. "
What? So heartless? I was thinking of you."
My sister said and kissed me on the lips without further ado, her breath reeking of alcohol. She hugged me tightly, her warm and full body pressed against mine, and my dormant penis instantly became aroused, pressing against my sister's buttocks. "
Your body betrays you!" My sister felt the change in my body, and her hand reached down and pinched my head, rubbing it with her fingers. My hand reached inside my sister's clothes and touched her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my fingers, just like her fingers rubbed my head. My sister lay on the bed, spread her legs, and pulled me onto her. I groped my way to insert my penis into her vagina and began thrusting…
I was twenty-one years old, in university. Because the school was close to home, I was one of the very few day students. My sister was already working, three years older than me. My parents were both middle school teachers, and now they were divorced. I didn't know the specific reasons, only that they had a big fight, and then my father moved out. My mother hugged me and cried, and a few days later they divorced. The family property was divided in two; my father took my sister, and my mother chose me. My sister and I had a very good relationship since childhood. Back then, we lived in the old house, and my sister and I slept in the same bed every day, chatting and laughing. Because we were young, we didn't have any particular thoughts, until I went to high school.
One day in the shower at school, my classmates were shocked when they saw my large penis, but then they saw my overly long foreskin and started laughing at me, saying that I was underdeveloped. Even in high school, my glans hadn't emerged yet, and then they showed off their red glans in front of me. I ran home and lay on the bed, sulking. "
What's wrong?" my sister asked when she saw me lying on the bed after she came home.
"Sis..." I wanted to tell her, but I was too embarrassed to. Although we were close, I still felt a little awkward. "
What's wrong? Why are you so embarrassed with me?" my sister asked. So I stammered out the story.
"Hahaha..." my sister laughed loudly after hearing it, got up and locked the door, then walked over to me and said, "Let me take a look."
"Oh?" I hesitated for a moment, but finally, under my sister's concerned gaze, I pulled down my pants, exposing my large penis to her eyes. "
Wow, it's huge! I didn't expect it to be bigger than my boyfriend's." my sister said. After she finished speaking, she held my penis with both hands, and gently pulled down my foreskin with her left hand. Slowly, when my glans was exposed, I felt waves of pain. "
Ouch, it hurts, sister." I said. "
Just bear with it." My sister pushed me down onto the bed, then squatted down, her hands still slowly pulling back my foreskin. She'd pull it down forcefully, then release, letting it retract automatically, then pull it down even harder, repeating this motion. "How
is it? Still hurts?
" "No, it doesn't hurt anymore," I said. It definitely didn't hurt as much as at the beginning. There was a peculiar sensation on my penis, a slight pain mixed with a feeling of pressure, making me want to release, accompanied by an itchy feeling. My sister's hands used just the right amount of pressure, employing all ten fingers to stroke me, distracting me from the foreskin. With her up-and-down movements, half of my glans was finally exposed, but that half was the most difficult part to access, and my pain intensified; blood appeared on the foreskin.
Seeing my pained expression, my sister hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth and taking the exposed half of my glans inside. The warmth enveloped my glans, and I instantly forgot the pain. Her warm lips sucked on my glans, making soft sounds. My penis grew even larger under her sucking, and the veins on the foreskin became clearly visible. Every time she licked my urethra, I felt an unparalleled stimulation, as if she were licking my very soul. Her hands didn't stop moving with her mouth; they continued to gently stroke it up and down.
I sat there, feeling utterly weak. I wanted to stay there forever. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My sister, focused on sucking my glans, had a greedy look in her eyes. The pleasure from my penis had reached a fever pitch; I felt something about to burst forth.
"Sister, I..." Before I could finish speaking, my sister suddenly and forcefully pulled my foreskin back to its maximum extent. I felt a sharp pain on my penis, followed by a feeling of flying, pleasure spreading from my penis throughout my body, coursing through every nerve. A stream of white liquid spurted from my urethra. My sister covered her face with her hands, the white liquid spraying onto her hands. I collapsed weakly onto the bed, my penis trembling up and down, a little more liquid leaking out. At this point, the entire glans was completely exposed, the foreskin covering it, wrinkled. "
Now it's all right, go to the toilet and wash it." My sister flicked my penis and said. I got out of bed, put on my pants, and ran to the toilet. When I got there, I noticed a layer of white stuff stuck to the area below the glans, sticky and unpleasant-smelling. So I washed it thoroughly.
That evening, I ate with a particularly good appetite. Although my sister and I were still joking and laughing as usual, there was something strange about it. After dinner, I went to evening self-study. In the bathroom, I showed my newly revived penis to those guys who had mocked me, and they were speechless.
I slept in the same room as my sister, but Mom had a rule that we had to sleep in opposite directions: my head was opposite my sister's feet, and her head was opposite my feet. My sister was already lying there, and I took off my clothes and lay down too. My hand unconsciously touched my penis, and I thought about how it felt when my sister had masturbated me earlier that day. My hand started to imitate my sister's movements, but no matter how I imitated it, it wasn't right. I looked at my sister; she was covered with a blanket, her body rising and falling, seemingly sleeping soundly. I gently lifted my sister's blanket and then lightly tickled the soles of her feet a few times.
Hehe, so ticklish. My sister laughed; she wasn't asleep yet. "
Can...can you do it again?" I stammered.
"Sure, but on one condition," my sister said.
"Tell me your conditions," I said excitedly. "
Don't tell Mom or Dad, and you have to lick my genitals." My sister pointed to her crotch.
"Okay." I nodded. My sister nodded in satisfaction, then lay down again. She put her hand under the covers, and I immediately crawled under the covers too, moving my body closer to her head, bringing my penis closer to her. At the same time, I moved my penis even closer to her genitals. My sister's head was already under the covers, her hand grasped my penis, her nimble tongue began to move on the glans, and her fingers gently tapped around my testicles.
I put my head between my sister's legs and reached over. What I touched was a bunch of furry, soft things. My fingers finally found an entrance, wet and slippery, with two long, tender strips of flesh. My fingers slowly slipped between the tender flesh. My sister's body trembled, spreading even wider than before. My fingers touched a clitoris, which was hard. I pinched it a few times with my fingers and stuck out my tongue to lick the area around the opening.
A groan escaped my sister's throat, her lips sucking harder on my glans. I sucked even harder on her genitals, gently biting her long, tender labia with my teeth. Her tongue licked and teased the soft flesh beneath my glans. I felt myself about to climax again, and tried to pull my penis out, but she held me tightly, preventing me from escaping her mouth. I couldn't take it anymore, and my semen sprayed all over her mouth.
Her vagina began to pulsate, and a salty, slightly fishy liquid flowed into my mouth. Since she had swallowed my semen, I didn't hold back and drank the liquid from her vagina. We hugged each other, panting. She kissed my penis, and I kissed her smooth, white buttocks. Neither of us spoke, but we embraced, enjoying the comfortable exhaustion after our orgasm.
The uncomfortable feeling in my bladder woke me from my sleep. I found my penis still in my sister's hand. I slowly pulled it out, put on my slippers, and went to the bathroom to empty my bladder. As I passed my parents' room, I heard sounds coming from inside. Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw my parents doing what my sister and I had just been doing, only they were doing it even more frantically. My mother was kneeling between my father's legs, sucking his penis forcefully. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth and onto my father's testicles. My father, on the other hand, was holding my mother's buttocks and licking her genitals like he was eating a watermelon, making sounds as he did so.
My mother turned around, placed her hands on my father's penis, and sat down, positioning it against her vagina. Then she placed her hands on my father's chest and began to move up and down, her large breasts swaying back and forth. Seeing this, my penis immediately became erect again. My swollen penis pressed against the door, and I moved it gently up and down, the glans rubbing against the door. Just then, a pair of hands reached out from behind me and grabbed my penis.
My sister had somehow appeared behind me. She lowered her head and kissed me on the lips. I immediately turned around and hugged her tightly. Our tongues mingled in her mouth, and my hand slipped under her bra, clumsily caressing her breasts. Then I slipped inside her clothes and pressed my lips to her nipple. I'm shorter than her, so I could only kiss her nipple passionately.
I grabbed her hand and ran back to our room, closed the door, and immediately collapsed onto the bed. I grabbed her clothes and ripped them off, while she pulled down my underwear and took my penis into her mouth. I lay on
the bed, and she knelt between my legs, sucking. My penis felt like it was on fire, but her mouth was even hotter. After sucking for a while, she released my penis, then took off her own underwear and straddled me. Like a mother, she grasped my penis, rubbed it against her labia a few times, and then placed the head of my penis at the entrance of her vagina. I held her waist, and with a thrust of my lower body, my penis slid into her pleasurable vagina. It was incredibly smooth, the warm contact and the exhilarating friction made me feel the true pleasure between a man and a woman. I realized that real sex was far more pleasurable than oral sex. Of course, I wouldn't let it go, sucking on her nipples while thrusting. My tongue, like my penis, moved in and out of her mouth.
My sister's hand touched my anus, gently stroking it with her fingers, then she suddenly inserted a finger. Distracted, I felt a surge of pleasure through my penis, and my semen sprayed wildly into my sister's vagina. My sister's vagina was bathed in my semen, and after a few struggles, she also reached orgasm. I held my sister tightly, unwilling to pull my penis out of her vagina, even though the semen was already flowing down my penis onto the bed.
From then on, my sex life with my sister began. Although she already had a boyfriend, she would still find opportunities to come back and have intimate contact with my penis. This continued until my senior year of high school, when my parents divorced, and my sister moved out with my father.
After I entered university, my older sister started preparing for her wedding. Although my mother and father had a falling out, she still attended my sister's wedding, and I went with her. We even found an opportunity to have sex in the bathroom. After my sister got married, she and her husband bought a house and moved out of my father's house. My mother and I still live in the old house. My sister has a lot of social engagements at work, and she only comes back for one night each time, then continues to "treat" my penis. "
Girls grow up and leave home." That's my mother's comment on my sister's marriage. Although my sister comes back to see me from time to time after getting married,
she doesn't come back every day. My mother is a middle school teacher, 46 years old this year, with a great figure. Her breasts are still so full and alluring after feeding my sister and me. Tomorrow is my birthday, and I went home early to tidy up the mess in my room, from the table to under the bed, etc. My mother left a note saying she went out to buy groceries.
Feeling bored, I lay in bed reminiscing about the passionate times I spent with my sister. Suddenly, I remembered several borrowed erotic novels under my bed. I jumped up and crawled under to find them. As I was about to emerge from under the bed, I noticed an envelope taped to my bed frame. Curious, I pulled it out. Sitting on the bed, I opened the envelope, and a letter fell out. It was covered in transparent tape, suggesting it had been torn and re-stitched. I carefully opened it. The letter was from my maternal uncle in Inner Mongolia to my mother. He used to visit me often when I was little, but later he went to Inner Mongolia to do business, buying various local products and selling them to coastal areas; I heard his business was doing well. The letter
revealed my entire background: I was born from incest between my mother and my uncle. Besides my uncle's confession, there was also a bankbook with 200,000 yuan in it. So, my biological father was my uncle! Then what was my relationship with my sister? Does my sister know about this? Did Dad find out about this and that's why he divorced Mom? I've already had a relationship with my sister, what else is there to be upset about? Maybe I inherited my biological father's nature; he committed incest with my mother, and I'm committing incest with my sister too.
"Bingbing! Come help me with my things." Mom called from downstairs.
I immediately ran out of my room. Mom was carrying a large bag of things and was walking towards the kitchen. I don't know what Mom was thinking. After a sumptuous dinner, my sister came back with my brother-in-law, and they brought me a gift. We stayed together for a while, then my sister and brother-in-law left because they had a social engagement. Mom had to go on a home visit, so she left too. When I got back to my room, all I could think about was Mom and Uncle. Suddenly, I found their relationship very exciting, and I imagined my uncle's strong body pressing down on Mom's voluptuous body. "
Bingbing, wake up."
Somehow, I actually fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, Mom was sitting on my bed in her pajamas. "
Get up quickly." Mom said, handing me a box wrapped in paper. I opened the bag and found a book inside: an unabridged Chinese version of *One Thousand and One Nights*, a book I'd always wanted. "
Mom, can you read it to me like you did when I was little?" I asked.
Okay! Mom tugged at her pajamas, then leaned back on the bed and opened the book, *One Thousand and One Nights*. I lay on Mom's lap, listening to her read me a story, my right hand naturally wrapped around her waist, while my left hand slipped inside her pajamas, tugging at her nipples with my fingers, just like when I was little. Mom probably hadn't expected my thoughts and was still focused on reading the story. Her nipples hardened in my hand, and I got a little tired, falling asleep against Mom's lap.
In my dream, I felt someone lying beside my bed, a strong smell of alcohol filling my nostrils. I knew it must be my sister. The thought of her instantly banished my sleepiness, and I jerked my eyes open. In the dimly lit room, I saw someone lying next to me, fast asleep. Without a word, I pressed myself against her, my hands lifting her clothes, then pulling down her panties, and then groping my large, erect penis into her stimulating vagina.
Ah! She seemed to be awake and tried to get me off her, but my penis was already inside her, and my hands were tightly gripping her breasts through her bra.
"You…" she turned to say something, but before she could speak, my mouth sealed hers. My tongue swirled in her mouth, and she struggled a few times before stopping, her tongue awkwardly intertwining with mine. My sister's vagina was already very wet, and I was thrusting comfortably inside her, with no resistance. However, her vagina seemed much looser than before, but the thrusting was incredibly pleasurable. It was precisely because of the lack of tightness that I hadn't felt the urge to ejaculate after thrusting for a while. "
Sis, it's been a few days since we've done it, and your little hole has become loose. Is it your husband's doing?" I asked, pulling away from her lips. She didn't answer, just nodded. I pressed against her back, kissing her neck, listening to her heavy breathing. My penis thrust even harder inside her. I pulled it out completely, then forcefully pushed it back in, the head reaching her cervix, then grinding it up and down, left and right. At that moment, I wanted to melt into her body, as if nothing could satisfy me.
I pulled out my penis, then turned her shoulders around. She obediently rolled over with my hand. I lifted the hem of her loose nightgown and covered her, then placed her legs on my waist. After moving the head of my penis up and down a few times at her already wet vaginal opening, I inserted it into her warm, moist little hole. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and my penis plunged deep inside each time, the head of my penis making full contact and friction with her vagina, creating wave after wave of pleasure. She also began to sway her hips up and down, welcoming each of my thrusts.
My penis began to feel, trembling as if electrocuted. I knew I was about to ejaculate, so I thrust even harder. My hand touched her breast, my fingers playing with her nipple. But my hand didn't touch the small bump on her left nipple. Was it not my sister? Just as I was thinking this, her vagina began to pulsate. I knew this was the prelude to her orgasm. I quickly reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.
"Mom," I called out. My mother was beneath me, enduring my thrusts. "
Faster...faster! It's coming." My mother didn't care about anything else and continued to sway her hips. At this moment, I continued to thrust forcefully. With the arrival of orgasm, a thick, hot stream of semen shot into my mother's vagina, and my mother secreted even more fluid, enveloping my penis. "We reached orgasm together, Mom," I whispered. "
Did...did we do something?" my mother said. I nodded.
"Alas! What a tragedy. I never thought that after so many years, I would still be like that." My mother said, getting up from the bed and walking towards the door.
"Let's pretend nothing happened today," Mom said, turning around. I don't know where I got the courage, but I suddenly jumped up and hugged Mom. Mom stopped in her tracks, her hand resting on mine. "
Mom, I don't care, you're my wife from now on," I said firmly.
"Bingbing, why...why are you doing this?" Mom said.
"Mom, do you want to? If not, why didn't you stop me earlier?" I said.
"Well..." Mom was speechless for a moment, standing there. "
Mom, Dad left you, so I'll take care of you," I said firmly. Mom gripped my hand tightly, and I felt a warm drop of liquid on my hand. Mom turned around and hugged me tightly. "
Do you know why I divorced your father?" Mom said, lying down beside me, circling her finger around my nipple.
"Is it because of Uncle?" I said. "
How did you know?" Mom asked. "
I saw something hidden under my bed," I answered. "
It's good that you know; you'd find out sooner or later anyway." Mom took out the books she bought for me, then pulled out a bankbook. "
This is your living expenses from your biological father. Today is your birthday. A few days ago, more than twenty years ago, we had sex, and you were born soon after. Your maternal grandmother was worried about things going wrong, so she married me off to your current father. Now this money is yours. You can do whatever you want with it; you're an adult now." Mom handed me the bankbook.
"So much money, what am I going to do with it? Let's put it away for now. I'll take it when I need it." I put the bankbook back into the books. "Mom, why did you suddenly come to my room?" "I was reading you a story, and when you fell asleep, I wanted to rest too. But then I thought about your father, and I felt uneasy…
so you drank." I interrupted Mom.
"Yes!" Mom said. "You really are like your uncle, not very tall, but so understanding. I just heard you call me 'sister,' didn't I? You and your sister also…" Mom said. Seeing that I couldn't hide it anymore, I told Mom everything about my sister and me.
"You're even more capable than your uncle," Mom said.
"Then what's the relationship between my sister and me?" I asked.
"She's not your sister, but your father's daughter from his first marriage. His ex-wife passed away from illness," Mom said. "
So my sister and I aren't related by blood?" I asked. "
Yes, that's why I don't care about your relationship. I feel comfortable having you two in the same room." "You're such a good mother," I said, kissing Mom's cheek. My hand touched Mom's breast, and my penis hardened again. Mom saw my erect penis and knew what I was about to do. So she lifted the hem of her clothes, turned to the side, and spread her buttocks, revealing her darkened vulva. "
Hurry up, don't delay your rest," Mom said.
When I woke up, it was already bright. Mom had left my room sometime earlier. I heard the sound of things being moved in the living room; it seemed Mom was tidying up. I got dressed and came out. Sure enough, Mom was wiping the closet glass. I walked behind her and suddenly hugged her waist.
"Ah..." Mom jumped in surprise, then turned around and saw it was me. "You scared me to death! Why aren't you asleep?" "I'm
already asleep," I replied. "
The food's in the kitchen, go eat." Mom said, then turned back to wiping the windows. I went to the kitchen and ate something, then took a shower. When I came out, Mom was still cleaning. As the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust." Looking at Mom's voluptuous body, everything I had eaten became a catalyst for my lust. I walked up behind Mom and placed my hand directly on her breast. "
Mom, I want to..." I said.
"No, it's broad daylight, it's not good if we're seen," Mom said, swaying her body.
"Who would come now!" I said, reaching for my mother's waist and unbuckling her belt. As soon as the belt loosened, her pants fell down on their own, leaving only a pair of black lace panties. With a flick of my wrist, I pulled the panties down as well. Yesterday, I mistook my mother for my sister, so there wasn't much tenderness, and naturally, I didn't have a chance to carefully examine the differences between my mother's vulva and my sister's. I squatted down, parted my mother's legs, and carefully observed her private area.
A mature woman's vulva certainly has a certain allure; my mother's vulva also had a fishy, pungent smell, though masked by the scent of shower gel, it was still noticeable. My mother's labia majora were very thick. When I released my fingers, the labia majora automatically closed, protecting the vulva, leaving only a fleshy slit. There were many black pubic hairs along the edge of the slit, extending down to my mother's lower abdomen. I then forcefully parted the labia majora again. My mother's clitoris hardened under the stimulation of my fingers. I stuck out my tongue and licked it, then slid my tongue down her clitoris, across her vagina, all the way to her anus, and then back again. After a few rounds, my lips were covered with the fluid secreted from my mother's vagina, and my mother leaned weakly against the cupboard, panting.
"Don't lick anymore..." my mother begged. I stood up, took off my mother's apron, and then reached inside her clothes. But I didn't go for her full breasts; instead, I stopped under her armpits. I touched my mother's soft armpit hair and couldn't resist pulling one out forcefully.
"Ah!" my mother cried out in pain. I kissed my mother's smooth skin, then pulled my pants down to my feet and rubbed my penis against my mother's legs. "
Quick, quick, put it in... don't... don't torture me anymore..." my mother pleaded. I gripped my penis and tried my best to lift it up. But there was no way; I was too short, and my penis couldn't reach my mother's genitals. I turned around and found a small plastic stool under the table. I took it out, stood on it, and hehe, the height was just right. I adjusted the angle and then forcefully inserted my penis into my mother's wet vagina from behind. Then, holding my mother's waist, I began to thrust vigorously.
Mmm...mmm...my mother's moans weren't very loud. She was leaning against the cabinet, her two full breasts pressed against the glass, her breath forming water droplets on the glass, which then slowly flowed down to her nipples. My mother's buttocks moved back and forth with my thrusts. My penis moved from her breasts to her buttocks, and I started playing with her anus with my fingers. My mother's anus also had a lot of hair, but it wasn't as tough as her genitals; it was very soft. I gently stroked it.
After a period of intense movement, I was sweating, and my mother was also panting. The sweat from her genitals helped my thrusts even more. I became stronger and stronger, and the scent of my penis mixed with the scent of my mother's vaginal secretions. My mother's vagina had begun to undulate irregularly, and the fluid was increasing. I knew she was about to climax, and I was preparing to thrust into her a few more times. But before I could even begin, she suddenly clenched my penis tightly, and her hips began to sway from side to side. I couldn't control my movements, and streams of semen sprayed into her vagina.
Huff...huff...I lay on top of her, panting, and she was breathing heavily too. After a while, she reached over and pulled my penis out, then used her fingers to clean the remaining fluid. I kissed her lips, tasting her saliva. "Was it good, Mom?" I asked. She nodded shyly. Just as I got off the stool, the sound of a lock opening came from the back door. "
Mom, little brother, I'm back!" My sister's familiar voice rang out. "Your
sister's back. Hurry up and get dressed," my mother said hurriedly. "
It's okay, Mom," I said, pulling her hand to stop her from moving. "
Why?" she asked. "
We have a chance to play threesome now." I said with a laugh, my penis, still slightly wet with fluid, hardened again.

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