I love my mom, I love my sister.

I'm 18 years old this year, and I don't know what I want to do in the future because my mother can't afford to send me to university. She's very sorry about this, but I don't blame her because she raised my sister and me all by herself, and I firmly believe she will continue to do so. My sister, Sonia, is 16 years old—the prime of her youth, a time when she's growing rapidly. At this age, a girl's heart is most unpredictable; I never imagined she would be so passionate, even I couldn't handle it. Of course, I found out later. I've been interested in my sister's body for a long time. I've watched her grow up from childhood, knowing every stage of her development intimately. As her older brother, I naturally care about my sister, so some strange behavior isn't surprising. One evening, after my sister finished showering, she didn't notice that the bathroom door was slightly ajar. On the other side of the slit were my excited eyes. Through the slit, I could see her standing in front of the mirror facing the door, drying herself with a towel. She carefully wiped her developing breasts, which looked quite large, snow-white and full, somewhat disproportionate to her 16 years. When she reached her private parts, the towel lingered a little longer, a faint blush rising to her face as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror with a touch of ecstasy. Suddenly, she looked up and saw my lustful eyes staring intently at her body in the depths of the mirror. Instinctively, she raised the towel to cover her chest and slammed the bathroom door shut. Satisfied, I left, my mind still lingering on my sister's beautiful, slender, youthful body, my genitals throbbing excitedly inside my shorts. When I was three, my mother and father divorced, so I have absolutely no memory of my father. My mother never heard from him again after that. She tried to find other boyfriends, but none of them seemed to work out, so she gave up and raised us alone. In my eyes, my mother is the most beautiful person in the world; she possesses a figure that most of my friends' mothers envy. I didn't understand why she couldn't stay with any man for long. I had never seen my mother naked, though I often wished for such an opportunity. One evening, my mother was going to work late, leaving me at home to look after my sister—a perfectly normal occurrence. My sister and I squeezed into the break room to watch TV, Sonia sat on the floor, and I comfortably lay on the sofa. I had ordered a pizza beforehand to avoid cooking. While we waited for the pizza to arrive, Sonia decided to take a shower. But when she returned in her bathrobe, she found me enjoying my pizza and rushed over to snatch a piece. Of course, she didn't notice that as she bent over, her bathrobe opened slightly, and I could see her cute, perky nipples. "Don't get the carpet dirty, or Mom will be angry," I said. She looked up, suddenly noticing me staring at something on her, and immediately realized I was taking advantage of her. She quickly stood up, sat back down, and continued her dinner. I thought I saw a slight smile on her lips—or was I mistaken? It was already eleven o'clock when Mom came home, looking exhausted. I quickly got up and took the package she brought back. "Please sit here, Mom. Let me take this," I said to her. "You look exhausted." Mom sat heavily on the sofa, took off her shoes, and rubbed her ankles. I quickly sat down in front of her to help her. "Let me do it, Mom," I said, gently taking her foot in my hand. I gently massaged Mom's toes, then her arch. I looked up and noticed that Mom leaned her head back on the sofa and closed her eyes. At this moment, Sonia said she was going to sleep and went to her room after saying goodnight to us. I continued to massage Mom's feet, but this time I moved up to her calves, applying a little more pressure and carefully massaging Mom's firm, smooth calves. I heard Mom groan; she must have felt very comfortable doing this. "Mmm...! That feels so good! You're such a good boy. You always know what Mom needs most." I turned to her other foot, but my eyes lingered on Mom's full thighs. I noticed her skirt had ridden up, vaguely revealing the top of her thighs, which were covered by her panties. I realized that Mom wasn't wearing pantyhose, just thin, almost transparent panties. Through these thin panties, I could clearly see the outline of her pubic hair. A surge of heat suddenly rose from my lower abdomen, rushing to my groin, causing it to swell and become erect. My excitement, coupled with Mom's proximity, emboldened me, and I decided to test how much Mom could tolerate. Hoping Mom wouldn't notice, my hand moved upwards along her smooth, firm calf. I massaged the muscles of Mom's right calf to relax it, then very, very slowly moved my hand upwards. When my hand touched Mom's knee, perhaps unconsciously, Mom's legs parted slightly.This allowed me to caress her thighs more freely. I slowly stroked my mother's thighs as I pleased, and I could see her genitals more easily. I moved both my hands between her thighs and began to gently rub the inside of her thighs. I looked up and saw that as I stroked her inner thighs, her mouth was slightly open, her eyes were still closed, but I could feel her begin to writhe restlessly as my hands moved towards her genitals. I boldly rubbed the outside of my mother's panties, and surprisingly, she didn't open her eyes. By now, I understood that my mother actually knew what I was doing, but she had clearly misunderstood me, thinking that I was just doing it unintentionally. So I decided to go further and do something to surprise her. I rubbed my mother's entire genitals through her panties, feeling the location of her labia. As I increased the speed of the rubbing, I heard my mother's breathing begin to quicken. I slid one finger inside my mother's panties and gently inserted it into her moist vagina, then added another finger, exploring her secret place in and out. Suddenly, Mom opened her eyes and closed her legs. I awkwardly turned away, and Mom pulled down her skirt, trying to hide her blushing face. For a long while, neither of us spoke; time seemed to stand still, and the atmosphere was incredibly awkward. Sigh, this silence was unbearable. I forced myself to apologize to Mom. I deeply regretted what had just happened. I was such a beast, I had actually defiled my most beloved mother. I was a vile, hopeless scoundrel, and I vowed never to let anything like that happen again. Since the next day was Sunday, I remembered I needed to do some chores early, so I said goodnight to Mom. She gave me a kiss as usual, and then I went back to my bedroom. On my way back, I noticed the light was still on in Sonia's room, so I stopped and gently knocked on the door. There was no response. I assumed Sonia was asleep, so I opened the door to turn off the light. Oh, what did I see! I froze. My sister clearly hadn't heard my knocking. She was lying on the bed, knees bent, inserting a large white vibrating dildo into her vagina. I watched, mesmerized, as she pushed the dildo in and out, then rubbed it back and forth against her upturned labia, enjoying the vibrating sensation. Her other hand was constantly kneading her full breasts, while her head swayed from side to side. Judging from her increasingly rapid movements, she was about to climax. I felt my penis begin to throb, and soon it became erect. After what my mother had just done, my penis was even harder. Watching my sister use the vibrating dildo to amuse herself, I was incredibly jealous. I wished it wasn't the dildo going in and out of her legs, but my rock-hard penis. My sister's hand quickly moved to her buttocks, inserting the dildo into her anus. Her back arched, and the whole bed immediately began to shake violently. She was about to climax, letting out a low moan, the dildo moving in and out of her anus faster and faster. Oh, I can't take it anymore! I quietly slipped out, closed the door, and returned to my room. Almost as soon as I entered, I pulled out my penis and began frantically stroking it, fantasizing about vigorously penetrating my sister's now-hot, lustful hole. Afterwards, I cleaned myself up and lay on the bed, lost in thought. In the dim light, I heard suppressed moans of pleasure coming from my mother's room next door… The next day, I got up very early. I tiptoed out of bed, careful not to make a sound, because I knew that this was the only day off my mother had each week, when she didn't have to go to work. I went to the garage; I had some chores to do. I climbed the work ladder to the top floor to get some tools, as I needed to clean the yard later. As I groped my way around, suddenly a pair of hands grabbed my waist, startling me. Looking down, I saw my mother standing below me, a slight smile on her lips. "I don't want my son to fall, otherwise no one will massage my ankles like you do." I turned around and suddenly realized that the zipper of my jeans was facing my mother's face. The thought of inserting my penis into her mouth flashed through my mind, making me blush. My mother looked at me with some surprise and removed her hand from my waist. As I climbed down the ladder, my mother's hand brushed against my still-erect part; I just hoped she didn't notice. I stepped out of the garage, and my mother followed. "How about barbecue tonight?" my mother asked me. I said that was a great idea, and then went to prepare the barbecue tools. "Come inside quickly when you're done, honey, I have something for you to do," my mother said. "Okay, Mom," I replied. My mother watched me work for a while before going back into the house. A little while later, I finished my work and went back inside to find some drinks. Sonia was sitting in the kitchen, seasoning chicken for barbecue. "Was yesterday good?" she blurted out as I opened the refrigerator door. My face flushed instantly, but I quickly regained my composure. Good heavens! She must know I was standing at her door last night. "What nonsense are you talking about, little sister?" I said, taking a sip of my drink. "Oh, nothing!" she said, "...really, nothing." I swear, as I left the kitchen, a smile flickered across Sonia's lovely face. I walked past my mother toward the garage, telling her I was going to prepare the barbecue tools. "Hmm, I think I should help you, so you don't fall," she said, following me into the garage. I climbed onto the workbench, took the tools my mother handed me, and put them back in their places. Then I felt my mother's hand encircle my waist again, this time I turned my back to her to avoid the embarrassment of the morning. But I soon noticed that my mother's hand deliberately moved toward the front of my jeans, stopping at the belt, and then she suddenly unbuckled my belt. I froze, afraid to think further. My penis stirred, beginning to swell, wanting to break free of the restraints of my jeans. Mom didn't help me hold up my jeans, but deliberately didn't unzip them. I could only stand on the ladder and wait, wondering how far Mom would go, what her true thoughts were, so I could only wait, waiting for Mom to do what I dreamed she would do. Mom pulled down my jeans, revealing my underwear. I felt Mom's hand slip inside my underwear, groping and stopping at my semi-erect penis. Her slender fingers wrapped around my penis, beginning to gently caress it. She pulled down my underwear, her head directly above my buttocks, I could feel her hot breath on my back, and then she began to quickly rub my penis. I turned around, my hard penis right in front of Mom's sexy mouth. "Oh God, this can't be!" I thought, but could only let Mom freely caress my hard penis. I twisted my head, trying to shake off this annoying pleasure, but my hands instinctively pressed against the back of Mom's head, guiding her lips to my fully erect penis. "Oh, child, we can't do this... um..." Mom moaned. I interrupted her, forcing my throbbing glans between my mother's lips. As soon as my penis was fully inside her mouth, she immediately released the pressure on the back of her head and began thrusting, slowly at first to avoid choking her. My scrotum hung in mid-air, swaying with each thrust. My mother began squeezing my buttocks hard, groaning loudly, while simultaneously sucking on my glans, intensifying its heat. As my penis pierced my mother's hot mouth, I felt her soft tongue gently wrap around it, the pleasure almost making me fall off the ladder. When my penis reached her throat, she could only breathe through her nose. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading. I pressed her face against my inner thighs, my scrotum slapping against her chin. I felt her nose pressed against my pubic hair, her hot breath hitting my inner thighs, an intense pleasure surging through my lower body, making me feel lightheaded. I pulled my penis back a little, observing my mother's reaction. She seemed thoroughly enjoying the in-and-out motion. So I thrust harder, pounding into her mouth as if I were fucking her vagina. "Oh, Mom, suck harder, suck out my semen," I murmured. Almost immediately, my mother responded with a muffled gasp. It was like a dream! Despite all my fantasies about my mother, I never imagined it would all be real. Yes, I was in my garage, my mother was sucking my penis, I was pounding into her mouth, and she seemed to be enjoying it… My mother's hand gently stroked my scrotum, making me feel an irrepressible urge to ejaculate. I felt my scrotum begin to boil, the feeling of being ready to seduce growing stronger. My penis began to tremble, and my mother clearly noticed. She desperately tried to pull away, but I held her firmly. I plunged my penis deep into my mother's throat, and suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes.With tears welling in her eyes, she swallowed the milky, viscous liquid I had ejaculated. My penis twitched incessantly, and I felt an intense pleasure watching my mother swallow my hot semen completely. My mother closed her eyes, sobbing. "Drink it," I said instinctively. I don't know why I said that. My penis was still deeply inserted into my mother's throat, and the ejaculated semen was so close to her stomach; no wonder she was in so much pain. My penis throbbed a few more times before finally releasing all the semen. I couldn't believe I could ejaculate for so long; my mother's mouth was full of my contents, some of which were still dripping from the corners of her mouth. I withdrew my penis, making it easier for her to swallow my semen. After spitting out all the excess, my penis began to subside and quickly went soft, and I released my mother's head. My mother wiped the semen from her chin with the back of her hand, turned around, and ran back into the house. I put on my clothes and followed her into the room. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (II) When I entered the kitchen, my sister asked me what was wrong with Mom. I said she must have accidentally eaten something unclean. "What are your plans for tonight?" I asked casually. "Tommy said he has to look after his little sister and can't come, so I guess I'll have to stay home again," she said. "The chicken is ready, take it. After all, you're the older brother." With that, she got up and went back to her room. I had no choice but to start grilling the chicken. After finally finishing, I wanted to go back to my room to rest for a while, but I found Mom in the kitchen preparing other things for dinner. "I don't want to talk about what happened this morning," she said. "I want to pretend it never happened. I really don't blame you for this. After all, you're all grown up now and have adult needs." "Don't worry, Mom. We won't mention it again," I assured her, putting her at ease. After dinner, my sister and I obediently went to the lounge to watch TV, while Mom washed the dishes. Sonia said she had something to do and then went back to her room, leaving me alone to worry about how to spend the evening. I got up and went to the kitchen to see what Mom was doing. I found she had changed into a bathrobe and was about to take a shower. "Is there anything I can do? I think I can help you dry the dishes," I said ingratiatingly. "Go ahead if you want to, darling," Mom replied. I glanced around the kitchen and saw a towel hanging on the wall above the sink. I reached over Mom to grab it, but my crotch accidentally brushed against her buttocks. I swear I didn't mean to, but the feeling was indescribable. Next, I have no idea why I did it. I gave up on getting the towel and instead placed my hands on Mom's breasts through the bathrobe, kissing her neck. As I kneaded her nipples, I felt Mom's body tense up. I lifted Mom's bathrobe, and her two snow-white mounds of flesh suddenly sprang out as if they had been liberated. I grasped Mom's breasts and could feel how soft and large they were. I squeezed Mom's nipples hard while continuing to kiss her neck. My hands slowly moved down to Mom's lower abdomen, feeling the muscles there were taut. As my hand caressed my mother's vulva, my penis began to prepare for battle. My fingers gently slid into the folds of her vagina, feeling the fluid already flowing out. My mother tilted her head back, resting it on my shoulder, while simultaneously rotating her hips to rub against my throbbing penis. I slipped one finger into my mother's vagina, repeating the in-and-out motion, stimulating the vaginal walls to secrete fluid, preparing for my penetration. My mother's vagina became increasingly wet, with vaginal fluid flowing out. I added another finger, and my mother's vagina grew hotter and hotter, tightly gripping my finger, the flesh constantly turning outwards with each movement. I used my other hand to unbutton my jeans, letting them slide to the ground. My glans bulged out of my underwear, looking eager. I pulled down my underwear, took out my swollen and deformed penis, and pressed it against my mother's snow-white, plump buttocks. I lifted my mother's bathrobe from behind, revealing her full buttocks. I gently pushed her to the edge of the sink, making her bend over and grab the edge, exposing her dripping, wet vulva to my lustful gaze. She spread her legs, clearly making it easier for me to enter. I calmly positioned the head of my penis at the entrance, preparing for a surprise attack. I pressed down on her buttocks, took a deep breath, and then suddenly thrust forward, "plop!" My penis slid in completely. My penis penetrated deeply into her body, causing her to gasp. Her vagina was much narrower than I expected; it took considerable effort to reach the deepest point, but the feeling of her hot vaginal walls tightly gripping my penis gave me a feeling of flying. I was surprised that even after giving birth to my sister and me, her vagina was still so narrow, like a virgin's. This indicated that she had never encountered a man who could properly explore her body, and also showed that she had never been with another man in all these years. I couldn't help but feel sorry for my mother. During the most vibrant years of her life, she toiled tirelessly to raise my sister and me, even sacrificing the most ordinary form of love between a man and a woman. Perhaps this is what motherly love is. Mom, from now on, your happiness is in your son's hands. Let your loving son make amends! I thrust forward even harder, penetrating my enormous penis deeper into my mother's body, so that I could truly feel one with her. I withdrew gently, then thrust in again with relentless force, making my mother's eyes roll back, and she cried out in pleasure. I passionately fucked my mother, feeling each impact of my penis against her body. I pumped wildly, listening to my mother's joyful moans. My mother's body began to tremble violently, the folds of her vaginal walls contracted, making the in-and-out movement of my penis increasingly difficult. I knew my mother's orgasm was approaching. I increased the speed of my thrusts, determined to help my mother reach a peak she had never reached before. Suddenly, a low growl escaped my mother's throat, and a surge of heat gushed from deep within her vagina, stimulating my glans. A sudden lightness washed over me as a gush of hot, viscous, milky-white fluid shot out, hitting her deeply and making her tremble. With the pleasure of ejaculation, I relentlessly pushed my penis deeper, as if trying to pierce her uterus. My mother resisted weakly, letting out barely audible screams with each orgasm. Finally, I stopped ejaculating, and we stood there embracing for a while until our breathing calmed. Only then did I pull out my penis and quickly put on my clothes. "Thank you, Mom," I whispered in her ear, and without waiting for her response, I turned and left. Lying in bed, I heard my mother showering next door; she was humming a song, sounding very happy. I was so excited I could barely sleep. Mom was genuinely happy; I really made her happy. The next morning, a jarring alarm clock woke me. I reached out and turned it off, then dozed off for a while before lazily getting up. Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound coming from the closet. I jumped up, slammed the door shut, and crawled into the closet, closing the door behind me to make sure no light could escape through a small peephole I'd drilled in the wall a long time ago. My sister's bedroom was on the other side of the wall, and I didn't want to get up and do nothing every morning. I leaned close to the peephole, where a nail was stuck in the hole—I'd deliberately placed there, just in case I was discovered, or I could claim it was left over from the renovations. I gently pulled out the nail and peered through the hole. I could see most of Sonia's room; her full-length mirror allowed me to see the rest. Through the hole, I saw Sonia standing in front of the closet, picking out clothes, her back to me, and she'd already taken off her pajamas. I could see her firm, mature buttocks. She reached into the closet and took off the large bra hanging deep inside, then turned and walked to the full-length mirror. I could see her firm, slightly rounded breasts; clearly, she had inherited her mother's good looks in this respect, the pink areolas highlighting the length of her nipples. Most girls Sonia's age have pitifully small breasts that protrude forward, like a pair of eyes staring at you. But Sonia was different. Her breasts were disproportionately full for her age, the perfect size, making her look voluptuous and mature. Her abdomen was flat and smooth, extending to the slightly raised triangle at the base of her thighs. She stood in front of the mirror, adjusted its position, then lay on the bed, putting on the dress she had just chosen, and scrutinizing herself.Satisfied, she placed the mirror against the wall on the bed. She opened the drawer of the dressing table, took out stockings and lace panties, sat on the corner of the bed, and raised one leg. Through the gap between her knees, her vulva was fully visible. I had seen this scene countless times before, but I never tired of it. She began to put on the stockings, and as she reached her knees, she raised her leg again, kicking it a few times in the air, giving me another feast for the eyes. Then she repeated the same action with the other leg, which, of course, pleased my lustful eyes once more. As I peeked, I could feel my penis erect, straining against my panties. No matter how many times I watched, I never got tired of it; that's the pleasure of voyeurism. After putting on the stockings, my sister picked up her panties, stood up, turned to face the bed, lowered her panties, and bent over to slip them on. I could see her vulva from behind, and the image of my mother's buttocks facing me last night involuntarily flashed through my mind. Soon, my sister finished putting on her panties and then put on her other clothes. The performance ended, and I left satisfied, lying back on my bed lost in thought. As usual, my mind was filled with images of my sister's adorable lace panties. Because of our brother-sister relationship, I had never entertained any thoughts about Sonia, but now it was different. If I could sleep with Mom, then I could sleep with my sister too; there shouldn't be any difference, right? I went to the kitchen to find something to eat and saw Sonia walking towards me from the lounge. Oh my god, she was absolutely stunning! Her young, radiant breasts were encased in a large bra, which didn't seem to fully cover them. I felt a stronger urge to need my sister than ever before, and this transformation had occurred in just the last two days; I had almost forgotten all moral principles. "I think I heard something in the kitchen last night," she said, moving to the sink. "I swear some filthy stuff came down from there. You know what? I thought it was impossible, it's disgusting. Kirk asked me out last time, trying to take advantage of me. I went, but he didn't get a chance. Men, ugh, all men are like that. I'm never letting a man touch me again." I sat there, stunned, listening to my sister's incessant rant.

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