[Filial son sexually assaults mother, forcing a heartwarming but chaotic family dynamic]

Everyone praises my filial piety, but no one knows how deeply I showed it—by penetrating her vagina with my penis…

My hometown is a remote village in a small mountainous county in southern China. My mother and I lived in a small “Western-style house” on the edge of the village, built with money sent by my grandfather after he went to the Philippines for business. When I was 15, my father went to Hong Kong through my grandfather's connections, and later moved to the Philippines. Unfortunately, before he could bring my mother with him, he tragically died far from home. For my sake, my mother decided to remain a widow, because she couldn't bear to leave me and that lovely little house.

Our house was located in a small valley on the edge of the village, surrounded by lush green trees on three sides, with a rice paddy in front—quite tranquil. The house was only two and a half stories high, with a total of five rooms. My mother and I lived there, and with the remittances my grandfather sent from time to time, we lived an enviable life by the standards of the time.

I could have lived an ordinary life: being filial to my mother, getting married, having children, and continuing the family line. But when I turned 18, a casual remark from a coworker triggered a decade-long incestuous relationship between my mother and me. That was a golden period of tender, sweet, and intimate life with my biological mother, a life that was both mother and wife.

My grades in primary and secondary school were quite good, but when I graduated from high school at 18, due to my family's connections overseas, and more importantly, because my mother wasn't good at ingratiating herself with people, I wasn't selected for university. So I had to return to my hometown and work as a bookkeeper at the village rice mill.

One afternoon after work, as I was packing up to go home, the mechanic, Ah Fa, mysteriously approached me and pointed behind the rice miller, Ah Lun, saying, "Do you know why that guy's rushing home?" I said I didn't know. "Going home to ride my mom!" Ah Fa said mysteriously. At first, I didn't understand what he meant, so I said, "Who rides horses these days?" He said, "You misheard, he's going home to ride his mother." I immediately realized what he meant and quickly said, "Don't talk nonsense, that's not true." If it were true, wouldn't that be incest between mother and son? If word got out, it would be a huge scandal. Ah Fa chuckled wickedly. "Don't believe me then,"

he said, "old cunt tastes good." I asked him how it tasted good, and he continued, "It's absolutely true. Ah Lun told him himself because they're incredibly close." Ah Fa said he couldn't help but tell me, but only me, and I had to swear not to tell anyone else. Of course, I agreed. Ah Fa, in high spirits, said he'd take me to see Ah Lun and his mother in person. I happened to be free that day, so we quickly hurried over. After walking for a while, we were not far from Ah Lun, watching him return to the small shop his mother ran. As soon as Ah Fa went inside, his mother rushed to greet him. The mother and son embraced affectionately, then went into the inner room together.

The mother appeared to be in her early forties, plump and kind-faced, not at all like a promiscuous woman. However, her high breasts and slightly upturned buttocks suggested a strong sex drive. With Alan with her, it was inevitable that passion would ignite, and incest between mother and son would likely be a natural consequence. We didn't see anything more, only surmising that the mother and son were probably already in bed making love. Later, we went home.

Back home, I was deeply shaken. Alan's mother was a widow, and Alan was very filial to her. I couldn't believe they would commit such a shameful act. But then I thought, if Alan's father were still alive, incest would certainly be a disgrace to him. But now that his father was gone, their actions didn't actually harm anyone else. If both were willing and happy, why couldn't they?

Suddenly, I thought of myself. Wasn't my mother a widow like Alan's mother? Why couldn't we do the same thing? Besides, my mother looks younger and prettier than Alan's mother. I've heard that young and beautiful women have particularly strong sexual desires. Why didn't I notice this before?

Actually, I've had feelings for my mother since I was 14, and I've always fantasized about having incestuous relations with her. It's just that I suppressed my sexual fantasies because of morality. Now I truly believe that we could have that kind of relationship, because my father is gone, and my mother doesn't want to remarry. Of course, I also know that my mother is a very traditional woman, and she probably wouldn't agree to this.

However, once the desire to have incest with my own mother was aroused, it was hard to quell. So I decided I should try. The problem is, what method should I use? Fortunately, I quickly came up with a plan. I have a habit of writing a diary. My diary isn't kept very securely, and my mother can occasionally see it. I'll use some tricks in my diary.

So, that evening, I wrote in my diary a story adapted from a popular online novel: Today, I stumbled upon this story in a collection of online novels bought by a colleague. It tells of a scholar named Bai during the Jiaqing era of the Qing Dynasty. Although he was very filial to his mother, he always felt something was missing. One day, he finally realized that his mother had been widowed for many years, spending her days alone in an empty room, wasting her youth in great pain. He felt that his filial piety towards his mother wasn't true; he needed to take more profound actions. Finally, one night, he went to his mother's bed… From then on, mother and son spent every night in passion, every day in blissful intimacy, filled with warmth and joy. Their true love moved Heaven, and Bai passed the imperial examination with top honors. Faced with the emperor's bestowal of a marriage, Bai politely declined, saying he already had a wife at home. He then brought his mother to the capital, presenting her to the outside world as his wife. Upon meeting, the first thing they did was shut themselves in and embrace for three days and three nights before getting out of bed. From then on, they made love every night without fail. Years later, his colleagues, seeing that Bai's wife (actually his mother) couldn't conceive, advised him to take a concubine, but Bai resolutely refused. It wasn't until his mother was over fifty that Bai finally took a concubine. Even so, Bai would seize any opportunity to rekindle his old flame with his mother, indulging in unrestrained pleasure, especially during the concubine's menstrual periods. Their warm and romantic lives composed a deeply moving love song between mother and son.

After reading this story, I felt deeply ashamed. While I have been filial to my mother, I am a far cry from the true filial piety of Bai Zhuangyuan. Humans are not animals; simply having food and sleep is not enough. Moreover, even animals experience estrus and mating; how can humans be so devoid of emotion? Now, my mother has been widowed for many years, spending each night alone in her empty room. I should be able to imagine her pain, yet I cannot deeply honor her, not even by sleeping with her for a night to alleviate her loneliness. Am I still human, so selfish? Am I even comparable to those animals with their own desires?

I'm 18, long past sexual maturity. Seeing girls often makes me fantasize, wishing I could hold one in my arms and have sex with her. But I'm not even 24 or 25 yet, how can I get married? I think about women's bodies day and night, constantly feeling pent-up, only able to release my precious semen through masturbation, wasting it all, unable to give even a drop to my mother who needs it most. On the surface, I'm doing this to conform to morality, but in reality, morality is harming two innocent bodies. It's time; I should bravely take the first step. But my mother is a traditional woman. Even in broad daylight, Aunt Li from the village entrance often wears floral shorts, walking in and out of the yard, revealing her full, snow-white thighs, making me steal glances at her every time. But my mother doesn't even show me her calves at home. Will she understand my filial piety and my predicament? I don't know. I'm in so much pain!!!

The diary is finished, how can I know if my mother has read it? This is naturally not difficult for me. Should I put a hair on this page? No, if Mother didn't blow it away and it remained, wouldn't all my efforts have been wasted? My solution was to clip a tiny bit of cotton to the very edge of the page. Even the lightest breath from Mother would be enough to blow it away when she opened the page. Having made my arrangements, I went to work the next day with peace of mind.

When I got home from work in the afternoon, the first thing I did was check my diary. To my utter delight, the thin cotton thread was gone—truly gone! And when I entered the room, Mother smiled at me—something she had never done before. She had seen my diary, and she wasn't angry at all! I had succeeded!

But what I found regrettable was that my mother didn't show me any skin. Was it because she didn't want to, or was she embarrassed? I had to wait and see. Fortunately, before going to bed that night, a sign appeared. My mother went into her room first, then came out again and asked me if the door was locked. I looked and was shocked: my mother was wearing a pair of floral shorts that rural women often wore, pink with a few small white flowers scattered throughout. Above the shorts, at the opening of her bra, I could see my mother's slightly concave, delicate, and sexy navel, with a slightly protruding belly in the middle, and below, two snow-white, full thighs, emitting a soft and alluring white glow. My head went blank, and I almost fainted. I really wanted to rush over and hug my mother's legs, but my legs were too weak, let alone the courage.

For the next hour, I don't even know how I got through it; my mind was filled with those snow-white thighs. Later, I managed to calm down and decided to act that night. I didn't sleep, because of course, I couldn't sleep. At midnight, I suddenly let out several terrifying screams: "Ah, ah, help!" My mother heard the noise and immediately rushed into my room, hugging me tightly and anxiously asking what was wrong. I gave her the prepared answer: "I had a nightmare!" Mom said, "Honey, tell Mom quickly, what did you dream about?" "I dreamed that Dad was chasing and hitting me, he was so fierce. I was terrified." "No way, you're a good child. Dad in heaven wouldn't not know. He's so grateful to you, how could he hit you?" "Dad kept scolding me for being unfilial." After hearing this, I think Mom understood my intention.

So she said, “He’s wrong to say you’re unfilial. We have plenty to eat and wear, I’ve never suffered anything. You’re always obedient, I’ve never felt embarrassed. Could there be anything you haven’t done well enough? Surely not?” At this moment, my mother’s full thighs were completely intertwined with mine, her two high breasts completely covering my bare arm, and even through the thin fabric, I could feel their softness. Her mouth was so close to mine, I could feel its warmth and fragrance. The urgency of my desire was indescribable.

But I was still able to calmly continue, “Dad scolded me for not advising you… advising you… leaving you alone in an empty room.” “Don’t talk nonsense,” my mother seemed a little angry. She said again, "What are you trying to persuade me to do? Persuade me to remarry? I won't remarry not only for you, but also for the continuation of the Lin family line. This is something I'm more than willing to do." She then spoke in a gentle tone, "Besides, who says I'll be alone in this house? Don't we have your precious son in this house? With you, I'm content! Content!"

I knew the time had come, so I boldly said, "Mom, from now on, I'll stay with you every night, okay?" My mother became very excited, and she kissed my cheek deeply. "No, it's me who should stay with you, child! You've been alone since you were little without a father, how pitiful! If I don't stay with you, who will? From now on, we'll never be separated, okay?" "Okay!" "Then sleep well. It's getting late." My mother said, turning to lie down on her side, hugging me tightly, and continuing to kiss my cheek.

Soon, our lips were touching. The womanly fragrance from my mother's breath reached my nose, and I felt an indescribable excitement. I opened my mouth and kissed her back. Their tongues intertwined, and the blissful moment lasted at least ten minutes! After a while, I began to get restless. My hands kept squeezing my mother's breasts, and occasionally slipped down to her soft abdomen, almost touching her mons pubis. I became very agitated, in a state of wanting to make love but unable to.

"Mom, I feel uncomfortable, I feel so uncomfortable! Mom, Mom, I can't take it anymore!" "My dear son, Mom knows you feel uncomfortable, you're all grown up now." My mother hugged me tightly and said tenderly, "Come on, it's time. My dear son, Mom will take you to a happy place." As she spoke, she took off her shorts and bra first, and immediately her two white, warm breasts were revealed. I immediately put my mouth on them, and she helped me take off my shirt and underwear. Now, mother and son were naked and pressed tightly together.

“Good boy, come on, get on top of me. Lie on top of Mommy, and Mommy will teach you.” At this moment, I, who had been suffering from lust, suddenly cheered from the bottom of my heart: I could finally “go home and ride Mommy”! “Get on top, yes, like this.” Mommy adjusted our position, so that my arms were around her neck, my chest was against her breasts, and my lower body was aligned with the juncture of her legs. When we were both comfortable, she reached out and grabbed my penis. Her hands were so plump and delicate, I simply couldn’t describe the pleasure I felt, but the more exciting part was yet to come.

“My dear son,” Mom said affectionately, “I can’t believe your little darling has grown so big. Do you want a woman?” “Yes!” “Do you miss Mom?” “I want her to death!” “What do you want to do?” “I don’t know, I just want. I want a hole to go in.” “My dear son, do you know? Mom has a hole down there, all wet. Mom will let your little darling in. Once it’s in, it’ll cool you down, and even the hardest thing will soften, then you won’t feel uncomfortable anymore. Yes, right here, let Mom help your little darling in. Come on, that’s right, push in, that’s right, good, it’s in!” As soon as Mom let go, my penis slid in all the way, because Mom’s vagina was already wet, there was no resistance at all.

Thank you, my lovely mother, she let her 18-year-old son, my big penis, penetrate her alluring vagina. This penetration turned me from a virgin into a man. This penetration took me back to the place that gave birth to me 18 years ago. This penetration connected a mother and son together with their genitals. That one penetration made me, a young boy experiencing the pleasures of a woman for the first time, obsessed with my mother's honeyed cunt, my desire never waning.

My penis was already inside my mother's plump cunt, and I wondered what it felt like inside: hot, wet, and soft, sometimes contracting, sometimes tightening, sometimes slippery—an indescribable, heavenly pleasure, pleasure, and more pleasure!! Is this what they call riding mom? If so, then there is absolutely nothing in the world more pleasurable than this.

My lust ran rampant like a wild horse: my hands caressed my mother's beautiful hair and neck, my tongue swirled in her mouth, my belly rubbed against her soft abdomen, and my penis thrust unrestrainedly into her warm, plump vagina, enjoying the sweetness of my mother's cunt, my glans soaking in her vaginal fluids—it felt so good… On one hand, I wished our sex organs could remain forever intertwined, yet on the other hand, I felt the urge to ejaculate too quickly. I started masturbating at the beginning of this year, and each ejaculation brought pleasure, but now I couldn't control the urge to ejaculate even at the beginning, as if only by ejaculating early could I release all my desire. I started moaning, moaning loudly in my mother's arms. Mom knew I was about to explode.

"Good boy, just let it all out, my son. Boys are quick the first time, you can't stop until you've finished." While Mom was speaking, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, our tongues entwining once more. I couldn't hold back any longer. Grabbing Mom's large breasts with both hands, I thrust my hips rapidly, my raging cock pumping in and out of Mom's honey pot, until my hot semen shot into the womb of my dear mother who had conceived me! For me, a virgin, the pleasure of ejaculation was the most beautiful experience in the world!

“Mom!” A few minutes later I said, “Mom, you’re right, my penis is soft. Mom’s pussy is so good, so beautiful, it really helps me relieve my desire.” “Yes, a woman’s pussy is the most valuable. No matter how hard a man’s penis is, it will soften after a while. If it doesn’t soften, the man will feel suffocated.” “Yes, I usually think about women…” “Which woman?” “Mom… Ever since I saw your legs, I’ve been thinking about you! I’ve wanted to fuck your fat pussy for a long time!” “That’s not right. I’m your mother, how can you think like that?” “I love Mom, do you know what I think about every day? I want to ride Mom for the rest of my life, I want to use my penis to honor Mom for the rest of my life.” “I dare not say for the rest of my life, you still need to get married and carry on the family line.” “Even if I get married, I still want to ride my own mother, fuck my own mother, and feed you big sausages every day.”

Hearing this, Mom suddenly cried out, "Oh no! I can't take it anymore!" She abruptly sat up, saying, "Baby, lie flat, let Mom ride you too." With that, she rolled over and straddled me. Mom spread her legs wide, her large, wet cunt, dripping with my semen, rubbing against my limp penis. She let her breasts hang down, bringing them to my mouth. I played with one nipple with one hand and sucked on the other. Under Mom's ministrations, my penis became hard again, fully inserted into her cunt. Mom's movements became faster and faster, and I thrust my penis upwards to match her movements. When I ejaculated my hot semen into Mom's cunt again, suddenly, Mom let out a sound I had never heard before, like the howl of a she-wolf in heat. I later learned that this was a woman's moaning during orgasm, but my mother's orgasm lasted longer and was more intense than I had imagined.

I don't know how long it lasted before she slowed down, her body limp on top of me. I was satisfied, and so was my mother. At that moment, we felt like we were floating in the air, so beautiful! We were too lazy to clean up the semen from our genitals, letting it drip onto the large bath towel my mother had prepared beforehand. Then, naked, we embraced and drifted off to sleep in a vortex of happiness.

When I woke up, it was already broad daylight. My penis was hard as iron again, and I rolled over and lay on top of my mother, wanting to have sex with her again, but she wouldn't allow it. She said I had ejaculated too intensely the first time, and wanting to do it again in less than six hours was bad for my health, so I had to wait until evening. Reluctantly, I gave up.

But I couldn't work at all that morning; my lower body was incredibly aroused, and all I could think about was having sex with my mother. During my lunch break, I jogged home, my only thought being to "ride Mom home." But I was terribly disappointed when I got there. Mom wasn't home; there was a note on the table saying she'd taken chicken to Grandma. I was to eat the old hen's chicken by myself. I wanted the chicken, but seeing Mom was more important. But she wasn't there, and I was so anxious.

When I got home in the evening, Mom was back, and I was so happy I almost shouted. She opened the door, and as soon as she locked it, I rushed over and hugged her, kissing her passionately and trying to pull at her belt. Mom yelled, "Are you crazy?! What are you doing in broad daylight?!" "Mom, I really can't take it anymore! Play with me for a while! Quick!" "Are you crazy?! We're at the door!" "I'm really crazy, I can't control myself. I ripped off my pants, then my mother's trousers, then her shorts, and pressed her down to the floor by the door. My

mother had no choice but to submit to me, stopped screaming, and even spread her legs, allowing my penis to easily penetrate her vagina. A few minutes later, I gradually came back to my senses from my frenzy. "I'm sorry, Mom." "Poor child, you miss your mother that much? Are you feeling better? Okay, carry Mom to the bed, let Mom play with you properly." I quickly carried Mom into the inner room, put her on the bed, stripped off all her clothes, sucked her breasts hard with my mouth, and launched a fierce attack from below. After more than a hundred thrusts, my mother reached her climax and began to howl. Her cries aroused my lust, and finally, we both ejaculated simultaneously.

After dinner, the mother and son sat together watching TV. My hands roamed freely over my mother's thighs, breasts, lower abdomen, and plump buttocks, caressing her to my heart's content. I wasn't interested in what was being shown on the screen at all. Later, the mother and son simply took off all their clothes. I hugged my mother from behind, pressing her full buttocks tightly against my chest. Then, my penis naturally entered my mother's vagina. My mother's undulating buttocks gave me immense pleasure, but we still thrust slowly to avoid me ejaculating. Around ten o'clock, after watching TV, we went to bed together.

This time, we agreed to have less passionate sex. Insert. I wanted to first properly admire my mother's body. I laid her flat on the bed, admiring her full, white, and tender body: her beautiful, high breasts, her slightly protruding belly, her fragrant, grassy vulva, her snow-white, fleshy legs… Then, I began to kiss her: starting with her head, I had her close her eyes so I could kiss her eyes, then her nose, and then her ears. My mother said that kissing her ears was the most pleasurable, and she wanted me to kiss them for ten minutes or so, followed by her mouth. My mother wouldn't open her mouth, so I had to hold her upturned lower lip in my mouth, which tasted quite good. After that, I kissed her from her neck to her breasts to her belly to her navel in turn. Soon below her navel was her mons pubis, which was white and plump like a freshly steamed bun.

When I was kissing her with particular enthusiasm, my mother suddenly shouted, "No, you're going to make me itch to death! Get on top of me!!" I immediately climbed onto my mother's body. "Put it in!" My mother trembled with excitement. As soon as my penis entered my mother's vagina, she stopped trembling. So we took our time, slowly fucking her for a full half hour before we started thrusting rapidly and passionately. The inner walls of my mother's plump vagina began to contract, tightening in waves, as if squeezing out my semen. By this time, I didn't have much semen left, but my penis was throbbing rhythmically inside my mother's vagina. Finally, amidst my mother's wolf-like howls, our intercourse ended perfectly!

But what I never expected was that my 60-year-old, seductive grandmother would also... She slept with me, and we were incredibly lewd and wild.

Here's what happened: For the next seven or eight days, my mother and I slept naked together every night. Whenever we got into bed, we would inevitably undress each other. My mother said that the most exciting moment for her was when she helped me take off my underwear, and my hard, throbbing penis was exposed. I said that the most ecstatic moment of my life was when I helped my mother take off her bra, and her two mounds of white flesh trembled up and down. And three times a day, our genitals were tightly intertwined. Three ejaculations a day are nothing to an 18-year-old boy, as I had been masturbating three times a day before. My mother, however, was only 41, a time when she was in her prime. The intense sexual desires of these two people of such mismatched ages were practically a match made in heaven.

Just as we were enjoying this blissful passion, my mother's period started, and we took a day off. We still slept together, embracing but not having intercourse. However, by the next day, I couldn't control myself. I had no vagina to fuck, so I could only sigh. Later, I had my mother lie face down, and I lay behind her, my penis thrusting in and out of her soft buttocks. As I excitedly thrust, my mother suddenly struggled, lifting her buttocks and shouting, "Quick! Put it in!" Seeing that I was still hesitating, my mother shouted again, "Hurry! Put it in!" I had no choice but to thrust into my mother's vagina from behind, which finally calmed her down.

Thinking of the engorgement in my mother's vagina, I asked with a heavy heart, "Didn't you say you wouldn't let me?" "Who told you to tease me like this? Who could stand it?!" It was my first time having sex with my mother from behind, and I never expected that the collision of her plump buttocks would arouse me more than ever before. I silently savored this unparalleled pleasure. Fifteen minutes later, I slowly ejaculated inside my mother's vagina, until the last drop was expelled, and then we collapsed together again.

The next morning, I wanted to repeat the act, but my mother firmly refused. She said, "This won't do. How about this..." She said in a conciliatory tone, "You're young now, and your libido is high. You won't be able to stop for at least two or three months. But my little pussy can't take it. If this continues, I'll make you inflamed. If you love me and care for me, then listen to me. Since you're always thinking about having sex, there's a ready-made one available..."

I asked, puzzled, "Who is it? Mom, tell me quickly." "Your grandmother." "Grandma?" "Mom, stop joking! How old is Grandma? Can she even handle it?" Mom said, "Your grandma gave birth to me when she was 19, so she's 60 this year. But she doesn't look old yet. Your grandpa passed away at 45, and that old cunt has been empty for so many years. I think she must really want to get a cock." "Grandma doted on me when I was little. So if Grandma's willing, Mom, please, please invite her over today so I can show my filial piety." "Look at you, you little pervert! Be careful not to overwhelm Grandma!"

During my work hours, all I could think about was my grandmother. When I was little, she often held me while I slept. She loved playing with my little brother, and once even said she'd use me when I grew up, but I didn't understand then. My strongest impression of her was her bright red, luscious, full, and passionate lips, which stood out against her pale face. I wanted to kiss her deeply this time. Next, I wanted to think about her breasts. When I was ten, I often buried my face in them, my cheeks pressed against their fleshy sides, inhaling their alluring scent. This time, I wanted to hold those two purple grapes in my mouth for a long time.

At noon, I went home. Mom was cooking. She said Grandma had arrived and was getting dressed in her room upstairs after taking a shower. I excitedly rushed upstairs, where Grandma was admiring her figure in the mirror. As soon as she saw me, she cried out with joy. We hugged each other tightly. I lowered my head and quickly took my grandmother's fleshy, bright red lower lip into my mouth. Then, my grandmother opened her mouth, and I took her tongue into my mouth as well. We kissed deeply for a full ten minutes, until my grandmother was almost limp, before I finally laid her down on the bed.

My grandmother was wearing loose-fitting blue and white floral underwear, which made her legs look even whiter and more delicate. My grandmother's short floral blouse tightly wrapped her two large breasts. I quickly unbuttoned them, and her breasts burst out with a "plop." I frantically cupped them, kneaded, and kissed them, really wanting to swallow those two purple grapes. "What kind of tricks are you playing?" Mom came in and shooed us down to eat. At the dinner table, my grandmother looked at my mother and me and laughed, then asked my mother, "How many times a day?" My mother said two or three times. My grandmother said that the number of times wasn't the main thing; the most important thing was that every time they did it, the man had to be naturally erect. In other words, as long as the man wanted it and his penis was naturally erect, then sex wouldn't hurt his body. She said her grandfather passed away at the young age of 45 because he tried to have sex even when his penis was limp, which caused him a lot of damage. She told my mother to keep an eye on me and not let me go overboard.

"He's still going strong, you can't stop him even if you want to. Boys at this age are like that, it looks like it won't last another month or two." My grandmother chimed in, "That's true. I... oh..." At that moment, I actually wanted my grandmother's old pussy. "Grandma, let's go upstairs." I begged. My mother said, "You can't hide an earthworm in a chicken coop, let's go, Mom, treat our darling well." She added, "Mom, the sesame oil is on the bedside table."

Upstairs, my grandmother helped me take off my clothes first, and I helped her take them off too. Then, my grandmother lay down on the bed, spreading her legs wide, exposing her old pussy completely. Ah! My grandmother's vulva was different from my mother's. My mother's vulva had a lot of hair above it, while my grandmother's was much sparser. Because of this, my grandmother's pussy looked more fleshy and cute. I cupped Grandma's lips and kissed them lewdly for a long time before starting to fuck her. But Grandma's old vagina was a little dry; after a while, only the head of my penis went in. Grandma sighed, "I'm really old. I can't get any wet anymore. I wanted to try without oil, but it seems that won't work." Grandma pointed to the sesame oil on the bedside table and asked me to lubricate her vagina. I took a pillow and raised her buttocks, then smeared the sesame oil on Grandma's vaginal opening, and even inserted my fingers a little. Grandma said it felt so good! She wanted me to thrust a few more times. I was happy to do so, thrusting until Grandma wanted it.

I pounced on Grandma, my erect penis thrusting into Grandma's old vagina, and with a soft "plop," it went in! The feeling was no different from inserting into my mother's wet vagina. Grandma's raised vagina made it easier for me to penetrate to the hilt. After a few thrusts, I asked, "Grandma, do you feel anything?" "Yes," Grandma said. After a while, my excitement surged wave after wave. Grandma said emotionally, "My darling grandson, Grandma's going to make you feel good." As she spoke, her vaginal walls began to contract rhythmically. I felt so good and said, "Grandma, that's a great move!" Grandma didn't say anything, but continued to contract and relax... Later, the contractions and relaxations of Grandma's vagina became faster and faster, until finally, my pleasure reached its peak. Ah! A stream of semen shot straight into Grandma's vagina! Grandma and grandson hugged tightly, unwilling to let go for a long time. After resting for half an hour, I had to go to work. Before leaving, Mom asked if it went smoothly, and I said it went very smoothly. She asked if there was anything different, and I said each had its own merits. She also asked if I used oil, and I said I was using it temporarily. Mom laughed and said, "Let's see if you can go without it in the end." I hugged Mom, touched her breasts, kissed her, and even pinched her big buttocks hard before happily going to work.

When I came home from work the next day at noon, my grandmother was taking a bath. Hearing me enter, she immediately called me in, saying she wanted me to scrub her back. Of course, I was more than happy to oblige, and quickly stripped off my clothes and went in. My grandmother, naked, sat in the large wooden tub, looking like a white mountain of flesh. I rushed in, quickly scrubbed her back a few times, and then restlessly pinched her breasts and nipples, even washing her cunt. Then I washed myself, lathered myself with soap, and the two of us, slippery and wet, clung to each other—it was incredibly exciting!

I asked my grandmother to stick her buttocks up, and she cooperated, immediately bracing herself on the edge of the tub with both hands, sticking her plump buttocks high. My grandmother's buttocks were especially large and fleshy. I slapped her big buttocks a few times, then thrust my penis into her from behind. Strangely, my grandmother's cunt seemed very tight at that moment; after a few thrusts, only the head of my penis entered. With another thrust, the outer edge of her fleshy cunt pulled back my foreskin, making me almost ejaculate. Luckily, I pulled out quickly. I inserted it again, and the same thing happened, but this time it went in a little deeper. This went on for five times before my penis was fully inserted, but I was already so turned on I was about to ejaculate.

"Grandma, your vagina is so tight, just like a virgin's," I said. "Have you ever been with a virgin?" "Not yet. But I guess a virgin's vagina is probably like this?" "Poor child, you've never been with a virgin, but that's okay, you will be. Come to Grandma's house sometime, and I'll get you a few little girls to play with." Grandma laughed as she spoke. "What you just fucked wasn't Grandma's vagina, it was her asshole!" "Ah, so I went through the back door. The back door tastes even better, Grandma, you should let me in more often!" Pressing against Grandma's plump buttocks, I even freed my hand to touch Grandma's breasts. Those breasts were so soft and loose, they felt like they were about to spill out when I held them in my hands. Perhaps stimulated by touching her breasts, Grandma began to contract rhythmically, wave after wave, until finally, her extreme lust erupted uncontrollably, and a stream of semen shot into her 60-year-old grandmother's full body.

Mom, watching us from the open bathroom door, couldn't help but laugh. Later, she even asked if I'd gotten the inspiration from dogs mating.

Grandma and I played like this for five days straight. On the sixth day, Grandma suggested we try without sesame oil. I felt her vagina was starting to secrete fluid. We did it one last time without oil; because Grandma was less lubricated, her vagina was tight, and the pleasure was unique. We clung together for a long time, reluctant to separate. Grandma and I were both very happy, and Mom said it was a miracle created by love. Grandma said, "Good grandson, you've made Grandma's old cunt feel good, you've done your filial duty. Your mother's period is over, taking care of your mother is the priority." We promised that next time Mother had her period, we would definitely have another round of intense lovemaking.

Finally, Grandma went home, her body still moistened by her grandson's semen, awaiting my call to fulfill my filial duty once more. Meanwhile, my dear mother and I resumed our usual wild ways…
(This post was edited by ybngbbilbo3019 on 2015-04-02 17:00)

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