My mom and my aunt

My aunt married into a village near my maternal grandmother's house at the age of eighteen. She managed all the household chores and was equally adept at farm work, a model of a virtuous wife and loving mother. Unfortunately, because she gave birth to two daughters in a row, she had little status in the family. Even when she heard that her husband was having affairs with other men's wives, she could only swallow her anger. Her husband's branch of the family was prominent in the village, with many relatives. Plus, her husband was tall and strong, and a veteran who had been discharged from the army, so he was highly respected and quickly elected village chief. In those days, the village chief had considerable power. At the end of the year, he collected village taxes; during droughts, he coordinated irrigation; and during the off-season, he oversaw family planning. If there was a wedding or funeral, the village chief had to be involved in the arrangements; otherwise, if he sent your recently deceased elder to the crematorium, you'd be in for a world of trouble. In short, he offended many people, but also amassed considerable wealth. Besides using public funds for lavish meals and drinks, he could also use his power to have affairs with respectable women. With more and more young and middle-aged laborers leaving rural areas to work, many of the women left behind, especially those whose husbands aren't home at night, are having affairs. And the "good stuff" rarely goes to outsiders; in the surrounding villages, stories of uncles and aunts having affairs, fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law having incestuous relationships, brothers-in-law sleeping with their sisters-in-law, and aunts sleeping with their nephews are common. If a couple in the village takes a liking to each other, there are even more affairs in the open. They just need to disappear into the sorghum fields, the southern forest, the cotton fields, the reed marshes, or the orange groves; the man pulls down his pants, the woman lifts her clothes, and they can start having sex. As long as the woman's parents-in-law or husband don't see them, even if others do, most will turn a blind eye. And if you figure out a woman's personality, you might as well take advantage of her later. Perhaps because she especially longed to have a son, my aunt always doted on me. Every summer vacation, she would urge me to stay at her house for a while. If my two older cousins and I argued, regardless of who was right or wrong, my aunt would always side with me. Before I started high school, I actually really enjoyed staying at my aunt's house. She had lots of fruit, and the village pond was famous for its long, thin crucian carp, which, when seasoned with chili peppers, were incredibly delicious. Okay, I admit, I am a foodie, and I still can't change. Of course, besides the food, what attracted me most to my aunt's house was a canal outside her village. Because there weren't many businesses along its banks, the water was exceptionally clear. Swimming in the canal in the summer was definitely a rare treat. When I returned to my aunt's house after a cold shower in the afternoon, she would have just boiled hot water. She would carry a bucket of warm water to the small hut next to the kitchen and then help me wash myself.For some reason, I always felt that my aunt was particularly interested in my penis. Every time she washed it, she would pull back the foreskin and gently rub the glans with her hand. After washing it, she would pat my penis, smell it, and only after confirming there was no smell would she let me put my pants back on. If my mother and I visited my aunt's house, we would sleep in the same bed. If I went alone, my aunt would usually sleep in the same bed as me. At first, I wasn't used to going to my aunt's house, and to comfort me, she would lift up her clothes and let me suck on one of her breasts while I slept. After I entered junior high school, my penis gradually grew bigger. When my aunt slept in the same bed with me, she liked to play with my penis. She would put her hand inside my pants, grab my penis, and play with it until it was hard before letting go. After I entered high school, I shifted my attention to my mother, and I visited my aunt's house less and less. So, when I realized it was my aunt who barged in, I actually felt relieved. If it had been my younger aunt, I would have worried she wouldn't be able to handle it. Since it was my aunt, it was much easier. My aunt stood up in a panic, looking at my mother and me, unable to hide her surprise. She stammered, "Um...um...I didn't see anything...you...you continue...continue..." It didn't seem like my aunt had caught my mother and me having an affair; it was more like I had caught her committing adultery. Seeing my aunt, my mother was also frightened. Her face turned deathly pale. She seemed to want to say something, stammered a couple of times, and then fell silent. Faced with this situation, with the fluids still oozing from where my mother and I were joined, my mother didn't know how to explain it to her beloved older sister... My aunt was also somewhat embarrassed. She had been spying for too long; her legs had gone weak, her body was numb, and she hadn't stopped, so she had accidentally pushed the door open and fallen to the ground. My aunt didn't intentionally peek; it's just that my uncle had drunk too much that day. Worried about his intoxication, she got the keys from my dad and helped him back to our house to rest. After she got him into the master bedroom, he was already unconscious. My aunt was a little worried, so she went to find a towel, afraid of grabbing the wrong one, and went to ask my mom. But after searching around, she found my mom wasn't home. However, when my mom and I started making love in bed, my aunt overheard my mom's wanton moans. She was very confused, since my dad was still at the banquet. So who was my mom having sex with? When she heard me say, "Mom, I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you in front of Dad," she was completely stunned. These days, while fathers and daughters sleeping together are common, she'd never seen a mother and daughter having sex. These two women were so shameless; didn't they know they were going to be struck by lightning? My aunt was both angry and anxious, so she gently turned the doorknob and peeked through the crack. Perhaps because I was so engrossed in having sex with my mother, we didn't notice the pair of eyes peeking in from outside. When my aunt squatted down, she was startled because my mother was lying naked on the bed, her legs wrapped around my waist. My body was also naked, and I looked rather thin, but my penis was quite large, moving in and out of my mother's red, swollen vagina. My aunt felt a little envious. She had known from her conversations with my mother about sex that my father's penis was quite large, and it turned out that I had inherited it; my penis was also quite large. Looking at my mother's flushed face and lustful expression, my aunt felt a pang of jealousy. It seemed that both of their "guyies" had been enjoyed by our third daughter. A strange, inappropriate thought crept into the aunt's mind: "If I had given birth to a son, even if that bastard wouldn't sleep with me, at least I'd have a son to take care of me. If my son's penis were inside my cunt, who knows, I might be even wetter than my third sister..." The aunt's thoughts drifted, and she vaguely felt herself getting wet. She unconsciously squeezed her legs together, letting her jeans rub against each other—only this could slightly relieve the itch... When the aunt heard her mother's lewd words, "Zhang XX, your son is fucking his mother in the room," the aunt blushed deeply. These two, how could they speak so vulgarly? And Little X, a college student, is just like a peasant when it comes to fucking! My aunt watched intently, afraid of missing a single scene. Sweat beaded on my mother's forehead, dampening her disheveled hair. My aunt swallowed, suddenly feeling her mouth was incredibly dry. She pursed her lips, but then felt an even stronger itch in her groin. She couldn't resist placing her hand under her jeans zipper, scratching her itchy spot through her clothes. Her juices began to flow, soaking her underwear and dripping onto her jeans… To be honest, I had no idea what my aunt was thinking outside the door; she told me all this later. But when I saw the obvious wet patch on her jeans, I understood: her long-dormant body desperately needed a man's touch. I reacted quickly, not even bothering to put on my clothes, and jumped off the bed to grab my aunt. My mother also came to her senses; although she didn't know what I was going to do, she still cooperated and hugged my aunt. I reached around my aunt's waist and started pulling on her belt. Once I had the belt off and unzipped her pants, she panicked and began to struggle. My mother, understanding my intentions, quickly started to remove my aunt's red top. Two fists can't fight four hands; in no time, my aunt's top was off, and her jeans were pulled down to her knees. I touched her crotch; it was indeed completely wet. I quickly pulled down her underwear and pinned her to the ground. My mother held my aunt's hands down from behind, while I held my semi-erect penis and rubbed it against her vulva a few times. Unlike my mother, my aunt's pubic hair was sparse, somewhat like Hitler's mustache, but her stretch marks were more pronounced, her labia were dark, and the flesh was somewhat small. After gathering my strength, my penis touched a warm, slippery opening. I tentatively pushed forward, then suddenly thrust in. My aunt groaned softly. She felt my penis inch by inch penetrating her vagina. She felt a slight pain. Although her vagina was overflowing with vaginal fluid, she couldn't remember when she had last had sex with her husband—three months ago or six months ago? Once the pain subsided, my aunt felt a fullness in her lower body. As my penis slid faster and faster inside her, she began to feel pleasure. She wanted to moan, she wanted to shout, but she was too embarrassed to make a sound. Although my aunt was resisting in her heart, her body was responding to my thrusts. Every time my penis penetrated deep into her vagina, I could feel her vagina sucking and gripping my penis. I thrust rapidly for dozens of times, and suddenly felt a chill down my back, an urge to ejaculate. My aunt seemed to sense this and panicked. "X-er, don't... don't ejaculate inside, I'm not tied up yet..." Before she could finish speaking, my semen gushed out, a thick stream of fluid, all of it shooting into her vagina. My aunt also felt it, let out a long moan, her body trembled a few times, and then went limp, without a shred of strength. After her climax, my aunt looked languid, her face flushed with a hint of lust. She couldn't help but complain, "I told you not to ejaculate inside, but you insisted! I'm not like your mother; she had a tubal ligation! Tell me, were you doing this on purpose?" My aunt was probably still struggling to accept the fact that we'd had sex, and she quickly grabbed my ear, as if that was the only way to regain her elder's dignity. My mother laughed, "Sister, when you're disciplining your nephew, at least use a little force! This brat, he never learns from his mistakes!" Indeed, when my aunt grabbed my ear, she didn't use much force, her fingers tracing patterns on my earlobe; anyone who didn't know better would think we were flirting! Hearing Mom's words, Auntie became even more embarrassed and quickly shifted her focus. Her right hand moved towards Mom's crotch, parting her thick pubic hair with her fingers. In a few quick movements, she found Mom's vulva. With a gentle twist and a flick of her finger, she slipped it inside. Her nimble fingertip teased the small, swollen nipple at the tip of Mom's vulva. After a few moments, Mom couldn't take it anymore. When Auntie's finger plunged deep inside, Mom trembled from the sudden attack and involuntarily cried out, "Sister—I can't—I can't take it anymore, I'm sorry, please let me go!" After saying this, Mom had no strength left; her body went limp, and she leaned against Auntie's stomach, panting heavily. My aunt teased her a couple of times, and seeing that Mom had given up resisting, she abandoned her plan to continue teasing her. Looking at us naked, she sighed and said, "What a mess! Third sister, X'er, what can I say?" My mom was also a little embarrassed, after all, she and I had practically conspired together. Although my aunt had only half-heartedly complied, she had ultimately changed her mind.I can't deny the fact that I forced my aunt. But Mom doesn't regret it. After all, my aunt has already discovered our incestuous secret. If I didn't drag her into it, Mom couldn't guarantee that my aunt would keep quiet for us. "Sister, this is my fault. If you feel wronged, hit me to get revenge for you. I was really out of my mind at the time. I was afraid you would leave this room, so I tried to stop you. But I didn't know that this brat was so audacious that he even did it with you..." Facing my aunt, Mom was still too embarrassed to say the word "fuck". "You even did it with me, huh? Humph! I wouldn't dare to hit you. What if your son can't stand it? If you two are on the same side, and you hold me down again, who can I complain to?" My aunt still seemed to have some resentment. "Look at what you're saying! Sister, from today onwards, the youngest son is not only my son, but also your son! Little X, you better remember this: from now on, treat your aunt the same way you treat me. Your aunt is getting old, so you must take good care of her, understand?" My mother suddenly put on a stern face and solemnly admonished me.

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