I gradually took over my sister and mother.

My older sister, Li Kemeng, is 21 years old and 1.68 meters tall. She's a sophomore majoring in Chinese literature at our local university. Perhaps inheriting her mother's genes, she has fair and delicate skin, a beautiful yet slightly seductive oval face, long flowing hair, and a remarkably pert, round bottom. Occasionally, she wears a short skirt with sexy black stockings, making her extremely eye-catching.

My parents have always had a good relationship, but due to work, my father was transferred to another city as a department manager a couple of years ago, only returning home once every one or two months.

My mother, Yang Lian, is 41 years old this year. She's an accountant at a company, highly educated, and knows how to maintain her figure. She does yoga regularly, resulting in a slim waist and a large bottom. I've secretly watched her shower many times; her breasts are full and white, slightly sagging, but not severely. Her bottom is still plump, pert, and elastic. My mother often wore fitted business attire. Standing at 1.66 meters tall, her long, slender legs were clad in sexy black stockings, and her beautiful

, round buttocks looked incredibly alluring under her black skirt, making many men feel an urge to rush forward, tear off her clothes, and penetrate her. The pressure of my senior year of high school was immense. My studies were passable, but living with two beauties—my mature and aloof mother and my youthful and vibrant sister—made my head throb and my penis erect with every simple movement. My desires were particularly strong, so I often watched porn online and read erotic novels to masturbate.

Finally, one time, I was overly impulsive and couldn't control myself. That time, I went to the bathroom to urinate. The bathroom door had been broken for a few days and hadn't been repaired yet. When I went in, my mother was squatting on the toilet urinating. The moment I saw her pale thighs and the thick pubic hair below her abdomen, I was immediately stunned, staring intently at her private parts without blinking. My mother quickly told me to leave, but I didn't react at all. My mother was furious with my behavior. Without even wiping her genitals, which were splattered with urine, she pulled up her underwear, stood up, and slapped me.

Lust had unleashed my animalistic instincts, and that slap completely enraged me. My head was throbbing with desire, and I lost all control. I grabbed my mother, grabbing her plump buttocks and rubbing them hard. My mother was stunned. She pushed me away forcefully, calling me a pervert and a little beast, and slapped me hard across the face. The slap was powerful, probably using all her strength. The slap snapped me out of my daze. I clutched the burning red mark on my face and retreated dejectedly. That day, my mother scolded me coldly all afternoon, and she even called my father to tell him what happened. My stern father made some harsh remarks on the phone, saying he would deal with me when he got home.

From then on, I realized that my mother was completely different from the ones described in online novels. She was so fiercely protective of her dignity as a mother, leaving no room for compromise on ethical principles. These principles were deeply ingrained and unbreakable in her mind. After that incident, I realized things weren't as rosy as I'd imagined. Like many netizens, I had the desire but not the courage, and dared not easily challenge my mother's bottom line and authority.

Every summer, when the weather was unbearably hot and humid, my mother and sister became increasingly careless about their attire at home. Sometimes they wouldn't wear bras, their full breasts and erect nipples barely concealed, truly arousing my blood. This only intensified my distress, especially when they bent over, making it easy for me to see their large breasts and sexy nipples. When I couldn't bear it, I would run into the bathroom and masturbate using the panties and stockings my mother and sister had left unwashed.

That's how I temporarily found a solution: masturbating with my mother's panties to find solace. Smelling their pungent scent and imagining myself penetrating them while masturbating is my only source of sexual gratification.

I've played with almost every pair of my mother's and sister's panties and stockings. When I find one I like, I deliberately damage it, wait for my mother and sister to discard it, and then I collect it and lock it in a box in my drawer.

But that accidental voyeurism completely changed my view of my mother. She was no longer unapproachable, not so sacred. She simply reserved another side of herself for her husband, while in front of her son, she displayed the mountain-like dignity of a mother.

That time, I saw my mother's mysterious private parts from beginning to end, and I also saw her wanton expression. From then on, my lust was once again directed at my mother and sister with their hot bodies. Sometimes, watching them casually bend over, bend over, or wear revealing clothes, their fair thighs and pert buttocks drove me crazy. Countless times I've had the urge to get up, pin them against the wall, grab their big asses from behind, and thrust my hot, hard cock into their cunts and anuses, making them cry, moan, and beg for mercy, while I, like a ruthless messenger, vigorously ravage them, finally ejaculating my thick semen onto their cunts, anuses, buttocks, breasts, mouths, and faces.

It was last year, one afternoon when I was in my second year of high school. The teacher suddenly announced a meeting, and there would be no afternoon classes. I didn't know my dad had suddenly returned from out of town, and I played outside all afternoon before going home. We lived in one of those courtyard houses with two floors and a yard, built specifically for the leaders by my dad's workplace. Looking back, the door was locked that day, and while I didn't open it very loudly, it wasn't quiet either. Yet, when I went in, my parents didn't even notice. Thinking back, perhaps they were too engrossed in making love, like they were newlyweds after a long separation. But the main reason was probably that my mother's moans that day were so loud that they completely drowned out the sound of me opening the door.

[Ah, ah... um, um... harder, harder, darling, honey... ah, ah, kill me, ah, ah, harder...] The voice was all too familiar; it came from my sacred mother. The mother who scolded me, hit me, and was untouchable—how could this be my mother?

My parents' bedroom was on the first floor, the window facing south towards the yard. My heart pounded, and I immediately realized what might have happened. I quietly moved towards my parents' window. Thank goodness, the curtains weren't completely drawn; a large section was still visible.

I felt a [boom], and I think I'll never forget this scene. Inside, the woman who was usually so dignified was now completely naked, her entire white back exposed, facing me. She was sitting naked on my father, and his face was completely hidden by my mother's snow-white back. I watched as Mom shook her head, her long, flowing black hair swaying wildly, her full, white buttocks bobbing up and down. Dad's hands were tightly fondling her two plump, fleshy buttocks.

Her large buttocks trembled, her brownish-black vulva tightly wrapped around his large, black penis, her pinkish-black labia firmly gripping it. The large, black penis moved rhythmically with Mom's movements. The thrusting of the penis brought out a small, round, fleshy fold of flesh from her vulva. The black penis against her snow-white, plump buttocks created a striking contrast, incredibly stimulating. With each rise and fall, I felt her brown anus, like a chrysanthemum, opening and closing with Mom's desperate moans, as if beckoning me to pull out my penis and thrust it hard into her beautiful anus.

Mom kept moaning lewdly, and Dad's hands pulled even harder, one hand pulling and the other squeezing her buttocks, sometimes slapping them. He kept saying, "Mmm, you slut, big ass, big cunt, mmm, I'll fuck you to death..." His penis was thrusting faster and faster. I

often spied on Mom while she showered, but showering never satisfied my voyeuristic desires, because Mom's pubic hair was very thick, completely covering her mysterious little vulva. And now, Mom never dreamed that her most shameful place, her most mysterious vulva, was completely facing the person she least wanted to see. At this moment, her vulva was only a meter or two away from me, giving me a feast for the eyes, which undoubtedly expressed my excitement at that moment.

[Oh, oh, so beautiful... fuck me hard, ahh...] My mouth was dry from watching, and my cock was already hard. I casually unbuckled my belt and rubbed it while fantasizing in my mind that I was lying under my mother's ass, thrusting my cock hard into her pussy.

My mother is such a stunner! Not only does she have a great figure, but her skin is so fair that no ordinary woman can compare. Especially her tall stature, slender waist, long legs, and round, big butt. What's even more unbearable is that she usually scolds me with such a set of stern and unapproachable words, that cold and aloof mother. But now, she's so shameless and so lewd.

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