Rural Memories

One evening in 1993, something happened that changed my life forever. My family lived in a small mountain village. My parents, brother, and I were a happy family, considered well-off by the standards of the village. That day, I had just been admitted to the county's top high school, and everyone was overjoyed. For people in the mountain village, getting into a city high school meant success, so my mother cooked a feast, and my father bought a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). The house felt like it was New Year's. At the dinner table, my father drank a lot and talked a lot. My brother also drank a little with him, and I wanted to have a drink too. I was curious, and seeing everyone enjoying themselves, I wanted to have some as well. But my mother stopped me. Later, my father said I could have a little, so I happily picked up the glass and downed it in one gulp. It was so spicy, I felt like my stomach was on fire, but I was really happy and felt like a real man. When we finally left after dinner, my mother had to help my father home, and my brother was helped home by my sister-in-law (in the countryside, everyone lives together). I didn't drink much, just felt a bit warm all over, but I wasn't dizzy. I went back to my room, didn't even wash my feet, and lay down on the bed. But I couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning, feeling excited all over. After a while, my mom, probably worried about me, came to check on me. I was lying in bed in a daze when I saw her push open the door and come in. Seeing that I wasn't asleep, she asked, "Are you alright? I told you not to drink. A little kid shouldn't be learning to drink." I got annoyed and said, "What do you mean 'little'? In the old days, 16-year-olds already had children. I'm a man!" My mom laughed when she heard that. "Do you even know what a man is? You're already calling yourself a man." Because of the alcohol, my mind was a bit sluggish, but I really didn't know what a real man was. However, I refused to back down and insisted, "I don't care, I am a man." My mom smiled and said, "Okay, okay, our Chenchen is a real man." Hearing my mom's perfunctory tone, I became even angrier. Seeing my mother sitting on the edge of my bed, wearing only a pair of slightly worn pink panties and naked from the waist up, I felt a surge of desire. I thought to myself, "Didn't you say I wasn't a man? I'll do it to you, woman." As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens people. Normally, I would never dare to do that. I got up, grabbed my mother's hand, and pulled her down onto me. Holding her half-naked body, I rolled over and pinned her to the bed. My mother was startled and began to struggle slightly. She thought I was just playing around. In the countryside back then, only a fool would talk about incest, so she didn't struggle very hard. I took this opportunity to pull down my mother's panties forcefully. My mother started to notice my abnormality. She grabbed my panties with one hand and pushed against my chest with the other, saying, "Chenchen, what are you doing? Stop it, get off Mommy!" I ignored her and continued pulling at her panties. In our desperate struggle, we finally heard a "snap" as her already worn panties fell apart. I then climbed on top of her and started taking off my own underwear, tossing it aside and poking around at her genitals. She began to struggle violently, repeatedly saying, "Chenchen, you've had too much to drink! I'm your mother! Get off me, I'm angry!" I retorted, "Didn't you say I wasn't a man? I'll show you now!" Then, with one hand on my mother and the other guiding my 18-inch penis, I rubbed it up and down at the entrance of her vagina, searching for the opening. Finally, with my persistent efforts, I found the entrance. I guided my penis to the correct position, lowered my hips, and entered a warm place. The moment I entered her, Mom's body stiffened, then went limp like a deflated balloon, ceasing all struggle and simply staring blankly. Taking advantage of this moment, I thrust my penis deep into her vagina, then lay on top of her and began piston-like movements. In my mind, I cried out, "This is what a woman is! It feels so good! I'm finally a man!" Feeling the softness, warmth, and folds of Mom's vagina, I worked even harder. The room echoed with the sounds of "slapping." Perhaps due to the alcohol, my first time lasted a long time, about ten minutes. Later, I experienced a drug-like feeling, an orgasm, experiencing the wonder of a woman. At that moment, in my heart, the woman beneath me wasn't my mother, but just a woman, a woman who could give me an orgasm, a woman who made me a man. After I ejaculated into Mom's vagina, she stirred again. Mom pushed me off her and said, "Get off me, I want to go home."Little did I know that with her push, I felt my penis harden again inside her vagina. After all, she was young, and it was her first time, so it was normal for her to recover quickly. Actually, my mother was at the age where she was very sexually active. My 36-year-old mother rarely had sex. People in the countryside get married very young, and you can't expect the men in the family to have the energy to cultivate my mother's field after they've finished cultivating the fields. Originally, after I had sex with my mother to release my pent-up desires, she was left feeling unsatisfied. But in the countryside, women don't usually have orgasms; they're just there to release their pent-up desires and give birth to children. Feeling my erection return, I was still somewhat expectant, so I half-heartedly allowed myself to be on top of her again. I also had a "what the heck" mentality; I'd already done it, so what's one more time? Once you've done it once, the second time is just as natural. This time, Mom didn't resist, silently enduring the pleasure from the repeated thrusts of the man on top of her, her son. I continued to experience Mom's vagina, her soft body, and the friction against her firm breasts. Although Mom wasn't particularly beautiful, and her skin was a bit dark, she had a curvaceous figure, so she wasn't without her advantages. In those days in the countryside, a small bottom was a disadvantage in finding a husband. This time, I lasted even longer, thrusting hard into Mom's buttocks, wanting to tear them apart. Mom also... She was panting heavily, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, her slightly dark face flushed, her eyes filled with desire. As I increased the frequency of my thrusts, her legs wrapped tighter and tighter, her waist arching upwards to facilitate my penetration. Then her body stiffened, accompanied by a long moan from her. I felt her vagina contract violently, the pleasure intensifying. I ejaculated deep into her vagina again, feeling the hot liquid spray onto my glans, giving me a feeling of ecstasy. When I came to my senses, I saw her staring blankly at the ceiling, her body still flushed from the orgasm. I rolled over onto the bed, my penis making a "pop" sound as I withdrew, but she remained still. Exhausted, I didn't pay attention and fell asleep. The next day, my mother, who usually gets up early to do housework, woke up early and saw me still asleep because of the previous night's exercise. She was bewildered, then reached out and touched her genitals. The pubic hair there was stuck together with dried fluid, and because of the penetration and impact, the pubic hair around her labia was tightly pressed against her inner thighs, leaving her labia exposed with traces of her intercourse with her son the previous day. My mother was filled with confusion. She didn't know what to do. If others found out, she would be beaten to death. Then she turned to look at her son, who was still fast asleep, feeling helpless. She really didn't know how to face her son and her husband in the future. Although her husband didn't care about her at all now, she still had to be a wife. But what happened with her son shouldn't be considered unfaithful, right? After thinking about it for a while, Mom got up. There was so much work to do, she didn't have time to think about these problems. Besides, a village woman wouldn't be able to come up with any solutions. After getting up, Mom went to cook. Dad and her brother had to do farm work early in the morning, which also helped to avoid arousing Dad's suspicion. While cooking, Mom thought that maybe things would just end like this. Her son was going to study in the city and would rarely come home in the future. Thinking of this, her mind wandered back to the feeling she had last time yesterday. "So comfortable, like ascending to heaven," Mom muttered to herself, her slightly dark face turning rosy again. It wasn't until Dad got up and called her that Mom stopped thinking and quickly started cooking. I slept really well that night. When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. "Thank goodness it's summer vacation," I muttered to myself. I got out of bed and stretched, feeling discomfort in my penis. Looking down, I saw a layer of dried fluid on it, and my pubic hair was matted together. Then I remembered what I had done yesterday, and a wave of fear washed over me. What would I do when I saw my mother? I was too scared to leave my room. But then I had to pee, so I gritted my teeth and opened the door. Once outside, I didn't think about anything else and headed straight for the toilet. But what I feared most was exactly what happened. I rushed into the toilet without noticing anyone was inside. I pulled down my underwear... When I needed to pee, I realized Mom had just gotten up to pull up her pants. It was incredibly embarrassing; we both froze. To make matters worse, my eyes kept glancing at her genitals, and I saw her unwashed area. Looking at that clump of pubic hair, my penis started to throb. When Mom saw my erection, she blushed, quickly pulled up her pants, pushed me away, and ran out. I snapped out of it, looking at my erect penis, feeling both amused and exasperated. "I already didn't know how to face Mom, and now this is it," I thought helplessly. Finally, I managed to pee, pulled up my underwear, and went to wash up. And so began my summer vacation—an awkward one. The awkwardness only intensified when it was just Mom and me at home. So, until I went to school in the city, I never touched Mom again, not even a finger. I tried to comfort myself by thinking that what happened that night was just a spice in life, something to enjoy briefly and not something that could last. But what cat, once it's tasted something, will never forget it? Luckily, I had some self-control and managed to stop thinking about it. But repression always has an end, and once it does, it's unstoppable. Time flies, and summer vacation ended in an awkward atmosphere. That day, my mother just helped me pack and didn't say a word to me. It wasn't until the next day, when I was riding in my father's tricycle, that she called out from behind, "Behave yourself in the city, take care of yourself, listen to your teachers, and don't worry your mother." Looking at my mother's red eyes, my throat went dry. I nodded and turned away, afraid I would cry. The mountain village was poor, but it was where I grew up. Now that I was leaving, I realized how reluctant I was to leave, how reluctant I was to leave everything here. Even though I knew I could come back during the holidays, I couldn't stop the sadness. With these feelings, I entered the legendary city. Gradually, my initial sadness was replaced by curiosity. That's how young people are; everything comes in waves. Coupled with curiosity about the city, it's not surprising that I forgot my sadness. Although it was just a small county town, I was like Grandma Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, my heart filled with curiosity, excitement, and anticipation. After arriving at school, with the help of the teachers, I settled into my dormitory, paid my tuition, and began my high school life. In my first year, I was curious about everything, tried many things, and made many friends, including trendy female classmates. Of course, I was also influenced by my city friends to watch porn. I still remember how I felt at the time; those films made me blush and even drew laughter from my friends. Later, I argued a few times because I was a man, a pure one, and I had slept with women, while they were all still virgins. Of course, I couldn't tell them that I had slept with my mother. Among my friends are several children of officials. It's said they got into the top high school through connections. One of them was my best friend. Later, I learned that her mother was the vice-chairperson of the county's political consultative conference, and her father, a former anti-corruption bureau chief, had been investigated and punished for corruption. Now, her mother is the head of the household. At the time, I was incredibly in awe of her. Imagine, a country bumpkin who's never seen the world meeting someone who, in my eyes, is the child of a high-ranking official—how could you not be in awe and try to curry favor? Later, I learned that a vice-chairperson of the political consultative conference is considered a "high-ranking official." As for how I found out, that's a long story. It happened in the second semester of my first year of high school because this friend wasn't doing well in her studies. He often asked me questions and copied my homework, and I always obliged, so we were really close, and still are. That was the first time I went to his house. His father wasn't home; apparently, he was out at sea doing business. After he brought me home, he very rudely made me do his homework. Under his intimidation, I had no choice but to agree. Then he ran off to play, saying before leaving that his mother was out socializing and wouldn't be home for a while, so I shouldn't worry. Hearing that, I wasn't worried about being mistaken for a thief anymore, so I obediently did my homework. Around 3 pm, I heard the door open. I thought it was my friend coming back.I didn't pay attention to the Asian AV Comprehensive Color Zone Uncensored Six Zones Hidden Camera, and continued to work hard. Around 4 o'clock, I finally finished my homework. I stretched and stretched my neck, and then I remembered that guy was back. Why didn't he come in? Could he be a thief? Thinking of this, I was a little scared, but I was still a little curious about who came in. So I opened the door and carefully went out. As soon as I entered the living room, I smelled alcohol. Seeing the open door to the master bedroom, I guessed what was going on. I boldly walked over and pushed open the door to find a middle-aged woman lying on her side on the bed. She was only half-undressed, her bra pulled back, revealing only half her buttocks. I thought to myself, "This must be that guy's mother. She's drunk so much; I wonder what she looks like." I mustered my courage and walked to the other side for a closer look. And what I saw made my penis throb. Her bra had been pulled back, revealing her snow-white breasts. I took a deep breath before focusing my attention on her face. "Prettier than my mother," was my first thought. Although older than my mother, she was well-maintained, with fair skin, a few wrinkles around her eyes, small lips, and delicately shaped eyebrows. Overall, she was a very refined woman, yet she also had an incredibly mature body. As I looked, my penis became extremely hard. My eyes swept over her lower body again. Her pants were pulled down a little, revealing her underwear, with a few pubic hairs around the edges. This time, I couldn't resist any longer. After all, I hadn't touched a woman since I slept with my mother. Now, faced with such temptation, I couldn't hold back any longer. At that moment, I didn't have any thoughts about what to do if my friend came back or his mother suddenly woke up. My mind was filled with thoughts of sleeping with her. I reached out with a slightly trembling hand, grabbed her half-pulled pants, and continued her unfinished task. I was very rough when I took them off, but she didn't wake up, probably because she had drunk too much. I easily took off her pants. Looking at this body that was so tempting to me, I eagerly took off my own clothes. Then, naked, with my penis erect, I laid her body flat, pulled down her underwear, spread her legs, and climbed onto her body, feeling her smooth skin and her watery body. I was panting heavily, one hand on my penis, and began to try to enter. I first rubbed the head of my penis against her labia, until her breathing became heavy and a few drops of fluid appeared on her labia. Then, I impatiently aimed at her vagina and thrust in hard. I wrapped her legs around my waist, pulled off her bra, and began to thrust on top of her. She involuntarily tightened her grip on my waist, her hands unconsciously gripping the sheets as she endured my thrusts. I also enjoyed the feeling of her snow-white breasts rubbing against my chest. What's more, her skin was so good, her breasts were not small, and her vagina was slippery and tight. The combination of these pleasures was simply too great. I almost ejaculated, but thankfully I held back. I especially wanted to experience the same sense of accomplishment as when I made my mother orgasm. I wanted the woman beneath me to orgasm. This way, I could show that I was a man, and a very strong kind of man's vanity, so I put in extra effort. Auntie also let out soft moans. Listening to her moans as my penis thrust in and out, like accompaniment, rising and falling with my thrusts, I became more and more excited. I raised my body, watching the white foam brought out by my penis going in and out of Auntie's vagina, and the sound of water. My pleasure grew higher and higher. I felt that I was about to climax, so I grabbed her thighs and thrust hard. She arched her body. Just as I was about to ejaculate, her body trembled, and then hot liquid sprayed onto my glans. I couldn't help but feel pleasure and pressed hard against her vagina. My semen gushed into the depths of her uterus. I felt a sense of emptiness, so I lay on her body to rest and savor the moment. She was also breathing heavily. The room suddenly became quiet. After a while, just as I was about to get up, the woman beneath me suddenly woke up. She looked at me calmly and said, "Had enough? Get off." I hurriedly and clumsily got up, my penis making a sound as it left her. Hearing this, I felt embarrassed. She laughed at my reaction, saying, "Kids these days are quite capable. This is practically burglary, isn't it?" I was speechless. She looked at me and asked, "How did you get in?" So I told her everything about how I came to her house and her son. After listening, she told me that the matter was over and that I could come over again and help her son. I'm not stupid; I immediately understood that she tacitly accepted our relationship and that I could come over often. It sounds unbelievable, but I later learned from other friends that she was promiscuous and that several high-ranking officials would occasionally sleep with her. That explained why she didn't mind. She probably thought I was young and wanted to try something new. After all, I'm 180cm tall now, and my body is strong from working on the farm. I have wheat-colored skin and a very masculine appearance. It's not surprising that a woman like her would be interested in me. So, I would visit my friend's house from time to time. In order to meet his mother, I would often help him with his homework. The reward? His mother's body. I often comforted myself with this thought. After we had been together for a while, she told me her name was Sun Meiya. In short, this year was wonderful for me, so wonderful that it felt unreal. Of course, something even more wonderful happened afterward. Not long after returning home for summer vacation after my first year of high school, my penis, which had been soaked in Aunt Meiya's vagina, was already unbearable. Sometimes I would masturbate, but after a few times I lost interest. It was just too painful without a woman. This summer, my father and brother often went to sell cotton. Actually, it wasn't just our family; everyone in the village was selling cotton, so they were often away from home. This made my restless heart even more agitated. I often thought of Meiya, and then of my mother, and of what happened last year. I couldn't suppress my lust any longer, so I made up my mind to have sex with my mother again. I waited for night to fall, and finally, night fell as I had been expecting. After dinner, I waited in my room for my chance. Around 10 o'clock, I heard my mother calling my sister-in-law to go to sleep. Since my sister-in-law had just given birth four months ago, my mother and sister-in-law were usually together. I slept with my mother, watching her, but that didn't stop my determination to have her. I desperately wanted a woman. After the noise stopped in my mother's room, I quietly got up, still naked, and walked towards her room with my erect penis. When I got to the door, I gently pushed it open. The room was dark. I went in and quietly closed the door. Then, I slowly made my way to the bed, but I was in trouble again. I didn't know which one was my mother. But after a moment's hesitation, I climbed onto the bed (the beds in rural houses are very large, enough for four people). I stopped guessing which one was my mother and just looked at the one on the outside who was closest. So I moved closer to her. I listened to the woman's breathing next to me and reached out to touch her breasts (people in the countryside usually sleep shirtless, wearing only underwear). I pushed the sheet back over, got up, and climbed onto the woman. As soon as I lay on top of the woman, she woke up. I quickly covered her mouth with my hand and whispered in her ear, "Don't make a sound. It's Chenchen. It's not good to wake everyone up." The woman stiffened when she heard my voice. I didn't care if she made another sound, so I let go of her mouth and started taking off her underwear. Perhaps she really didn't want to wake anyone, because she didn't dare to move and just stood there stiffly until I pulled her underwear off. Then she struggled a little and whispered, "Don't do this. Mom will kill me if she finds out." I recognized my sister-in-law's voice, and I was a little happy. I could have another taste. So I whispered in her ear, "In our hometown dialect, there's a saying:" "My sister-in-law's buttocks are half of my manhood, right? Let me use that half today," he said, then ignored her, spreading her legs and inserting his lower body between them. He then guided his penis with one hand, rubbing it up and down against her labia, while kneading her breasts with the other. When her labia started to moisten, he thrust in hard. His sister-in-law gasped and then fell silent. He began to thrust. Perhaps because he used too much force, the bed made a squeaking sound. His sister-in-law protested, bracing her legs against his waist to stop him, saying that if she woke up Mom, she wouldn't be able to face anyone. Of course, he wasn't happy about that. What was he going to do, stuck in this limbo? After thinking for a while, he whispered in his sister-in-law's ear, "Hold my waist tight, I'll lift you up, let's go to my room."My sister-in-law was initially unwilling, but seeing that I wouldn't let her off so easily, she reluctantly agreed. So, I held my sister-in-law like that, my penis still tightly connected to her vagina, opened the door, and then casually closed it. I started having sex with her as we walked. My sister-in-law had never tried this kind of position before. Her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, her vagina was contracting tightly, and she was making faint moans. We maintained this position until we reached my room, and then I confidently began to cultivate my sister-in-law's fertile field. At first, my sister-in-law was a little restrained, but after I had two orgasms, she consciously rode on top of me and bounced around. Because I hadn't been with a woman for so long, this time I actually made love with my sister-in-law until 3 a.m., and my sister-in-law, because of my new position and those ecstatic orgasms, fought with me until the very end. I woke up the next day at noon. My sister-in-law was still asleep on top of me because she was exhausted from the previous day. Looking at her peaceful face, I realized she was quite pretty, the kind of beauty that grows on you. After a while, I checked the time and, seeing it was getting late, shook her awake. She blushed a little at our position and quickly got off me, sitting down beside me. She kept her head down, avoiding my gaze, which bothered me. I then called out, "Alright, why are you looking down? Is your little wife afraid to face her husband? Go see if Mom's home. If not, get me something to eat. We spent so much time together yesterday; I need to eat something nourishing." Actually, I used this tone intentionally, to give her the feeling of a husband and wife talking. I wanted her to get used to me. I hadn't been without progress in the year I'd been in the city. Habits are powerful. Once she got used to my tone, used to me being on top of her, used to me bossing her around, then she... Subconsciously, she'll think I'm her man, and that's perfectly reasonable. So I need to get her used to me, not just her, but also my mother, just like Aunt Meiya did for me—indulging me, satisfying my every whim. Once I get used to it, the day I don't see her anymore, the day she doesn't pamper me as much, I'll feel very uncomfortable, very unaccustomed. I need to get them used to me so that when I climb into their bed, they'll spread their legs and open their vaginas, waiting for my entry. Just thinking about that kind of life is wonderful. Watching my sister-in-law's departing figure, I secretly cheered myself on; the future is bright, the future is happy. Not long after, my father and brother came home, and my rendezvous with my sister-in-law came to an end. During this short period, every night I would half-force my sister-in-law to take me back to her room. Every day I would have sex with her, suckle her breasts, so her resistance weakened each time. Now she basically accepts my advances. After Dad and my brother came back, Mom and my sister-in-law went back to their respective rooms. That night, after dinner, watching my brother walk back into the house with his arm around my sister-in-law's waist, I felt a little sour. It seemed like half a share was meant for my brother, but of course, I only thought about it and went back to my room to do my homework. Because of my recent intimacy with my sister-in-law, I hadn't done my homework. Now it's August, so I need to catch up. Since Dad and my brother came back, I've been doing my homework until after midnight every day. That day, after finishing my homework, I went out for some fresh air and went up to the roof to look at the night sky. I had only looked for a short while… I heard Dad open his bedroom door, and then saw Mom come out. Hmm, looks like she went to the bathroom. My heart warmed, and I quietly climbed off the roof, walked to the bathroom door, and heard the sound of running water. I mustered my courage and went in. Mom finished urinating and stood up, just as she saw me come in. She said, "Chenchen, you're still not asleep? Staying up late isn't good for your health. Go to sleep after you've finished using the bathroom." She was about to leave when, just as she reached the bathroom door, I hugged her and reached out to touch her labia. Mom pushed her hand away, saying, "What are you doing, Chenchen? Don't be silly." She struggled, but I ignored her and scooped her up in my arms, saying, "Come on, let's go to my room. I missed you, Mom." To be honest, I'm getting bolder and bolder. By now, I'm almost certain I can get any woman into bed. When Mom heard that, she remembered what she did last summer, and her struggles weakened. She often reminisced about the feeling of orgasm, but Dad only did it occasionally, and each time he just released himself. Since he started selling cotton, he hasn't done it much, so she was also a little eager. It wasn't until I put her on my bed that she came to her senses. She looked up and saw me with my erect penis, leaning over her. She tried to struggle, but when I was on top of her, she realized she couldn't break free, so she stopped resisting. I was also very excited. I took off her panties, held my penis, and rubbed it against her labia, trying to make her produce vaginal fluid before we did it. As soon as I touched her labia, I felt they were wet and steaming. I guessed what was going on. I positioned my penis at the entrance of her vagina, lowered my hips, and easily penetrated deep inside. Her vagina was slippery, which confirmed my suspicion that my father had probably been there. But I didn't care. I lifted her up and had her sit on my lap, making it woman-on-top. She seemed confused and didn't know what to do, so I took the initiative and started thrusting into her. That night, she didn't go home, just like last time. But this time, we did it more, like my first time with my sister-in-law. We did it until 3 a.m. She didn't say a word that night, just silently cooperated and accepted each of my thrusts. From then on, she seemed to accept our relationship, which puzzled me. How could she accept me so easily? I didn't understand this question until I went to university. After that summer vacation ended, my mother would come to visit me at school every week. My mother and I would stay in a hotel and do things like husband and wife. My sister-in-law got pregnant not long after my brother left. Later, my sister-in-law said that the child was probably mine. She said that my brother had only done it with her three times when he was at home. The rest of the time, I did it with her when my brother was not at home. However, I was young at the time and didn't care. I forgot about it afterward. During high school, I was always caught between Aunt Meiya, my mother and sister-in-law. My physical needs were met, and I didn't have any other desires. My studies were also pretty good. This continued until I went to college. My father and brother's business was also doing very well, and they were away from home for even longer periods of time. During my first year of university, Aunt Meiya would often use the excuse of visiting her son to meet me secretly (that guy was self-funded, a rich guy!). My mother and sister-in-law would also take turns visiting me. By my second year, I had moved out and rented an apartment, and my mother moved in with me under the pretext of taking care of her son. My mother's arrival started our life like a married couple. Although we didn't have sex every night, we would have a wild time every few days. After all, the two of us who slept in the same bed all day didn't need to do it every day. My sister-in-law would also come to visit me often, saying she was there to see my mother's two grandsons and then ask me to take her sightseeing in the big city. Although we always ended up in hotels, we didn't see many tourist attractions, but we learned all about hotels and hostels. Overall, university life was so wonderful. Of course, there was also some unpleasant news. For example, one time, Aunt Meiya, whom I had been having sex with the night before, suddenly said that she had aborted both of our children. When I didn't say anything, she explained that after we had been together for a year, she stopped letting anyone else sleep with her, and that the children were mine. She also said that she couldn't give birth to them because the pressure was too great. Everyone knows her husband couldn't have children anymore, and she works in the public sector, so don't blame me for not telling me. In the end, I didn't say anything, but I was really upset. I think anyone would feel uncomfortable in that situation, but it was just that I felt uncomfortable. After a while, I was still carefree and wandering between the three women. Later, I got married not long after graduating from university. My job was found for me through Aunt Meiya's connections. My wife is my sister-in-law's cousin. She graduated from high school but didn't go to university because she didn't have the money. She's a strong and cheerful girl. By the time I was 28 and my first child was born, my mother had stopped having sex with my sister-in-law, except for the occasional one. My relationship with Aunt Meiya was also intermittent. Now we're more like a couple who've been together for a long time. We no longer need sex. We cherish the time we spend together and occasionally reminisce about the past through sex. Although I feel sorry for my wife, I still maintain this illicit relationship without hesitation. I'm used to it and don't want to give it up. I think Aunt Meiya, my mother, and my sister-in-law feel the same way.To be honest, I'm getting bolder and bolder these days. By now, I almost think I can get any woman into bed. When Mom heard that, she remembered what she did last summer. Her struggles became weak and powerless because she often reminisced about the feeling of orgasm. But Dad only did it occasionally, and each time he just released himself. Moreover, since he started selling cotton, he hasn't done it much anymore, so she was also a little eager. It wasn't until I threw Mom onto my bed that she came to her senses. She looked up and saw me with my erect penis, leaning over her. She tried to struggle, but when I was on top of her, she realized that she couldn't break free, so she stopped resisting. I was also very excited. I took off Mom's panties, held my penis, and rubbed it against Mom's labia, trying to make her produce vaginal fluid before we did it. As soon as I touched her labia, I felt they were wet and steaming. I guessed what was going on. I positioned my penis at the entrance of her vagina, lowered my hips, and easily penetrated deep inside. Her vagina was slippery, which confirmed my suspicion that my father had probably been there. But I didn't care. I lifted her up and had her sit on my lap, making it woman-on-top. She seemed confused and didn't know what to do, so I took the initiative and started thrusting into her. That night, she didn't go home, just like last time. But this time, we did it more, like my first time with my sister-in-law. We did it until 3 a.m. She didn't say a word that night, just silently cooperated and accepted each of my thrusts. From then on, she seemed to accept our relationship, which puzzled me. How could she accept me so easily? I didn't understand this question until I went to university. After that summer vacation ended, my mother would come to visit me at school every week. My mother and I would stay in a hotel and do things like husband and wife. My sister-in-law got pregnant not long after my brother left. Later, my sister-in-law said that the child was probably mine. She said that my brother had only done it with her three times when he was at home. The rest of the time, I did it with her when my brother was not at home. However, I was young at the time and didn't care. I forgot about it afterward. During high school, I was always caught between Aunt Meiya, my mother and sister-in-law. My physical needs were met, and I didn't have any other desires. My studies were also pretty good. This continued until I went to college. My father and brother's business was also doing very well, and they were away from home for even longer periods of time. During my first year of university, Aunt Meiya would often use the excuse of visiting her son to meet me secretly (that guy was self-funded, a rich guy!). My mother and sister-in-law would also take turns visiting me. By my second year, I had moved out and rented an apartment, and my mother moved in with me under the pretext of taking care of her son. My mother's arrival started our life like a married couple. Although we didn't have sex every night, we would have a wild time every few days. After all, the two of us who slept in the same bed all day didn't need to do it every day. My sister-in-law would also come to visit me often, saying she was there to see my mother's two grandsons and then ask me to take her sightseeing in the big city. Although we always ended up in hotels, we didn't see many tourist attractions, but we learned all about hotels and hostels. Overall, university life was so wonderful. Of course, there was also some unpleasant news. For example, one time, Aunt Meiya, whom I had been having sex with the night before, suddenly said that she had aborted both of our children. When I didn't say anything, she explained that after we had been together for a year, she stopped letting anyone else sleep with her, and that the children were mine. She also said that she couldn't give birth to them because the pressure was too great. Everyone knows her husband couldn't have children anymore, and she works in the public sector, so don't blame me for not telling me. In the end, I didn't say anything, but I was really upset. I think anyone would feel uncomfortable in that situation, but it was just that I felt uncomfortable. After a while, I was still carefree and wandering between the three women. Later, I got married not long after graduating from university. My job was found for me through Aunt Meiya's connections. My wife is my sister-in-law's cousin. She graduated from high school but didn't go to university because she didn't have the money. She's a strong and cheerful girl. By the time I was 28 and my first child was born, my mother had stopped having sex with my sister-in-law, except for the occasional one. My relationship with Aunt Meiya was also intermittent. Now we're more like a couple who've been together for a long time. We no longer need sex. We cherish the time we spend together and occasionally reminisce about the past through sex. Although I feel sorry for my wife, I still maintain this illicit relationship without hesitation. I'm used to it and don't want to give it up. I think Aunt Meiya, my mother, and my sister-in-law feel the same way.

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