I also have a younger brother.

I touched my face; the burning handprint from the slap still throbbed with pain. I hated my father; he would beat and scold me at the slightest
provocation . Sometimes, even the smallest mistake wouldn't go unpunished. Not only me, but my mother,
my sister, and my brother all suffered the same fate. Sometimes I wondered how my mother could endure him.

A breeze picked up outside. I slowly drew the curtains, gently wiped away my tears, and prepared to take a
hot shower to forget the day's troubles. I went into my room and grabbed a few pieces of underwear and pajamas. Suddenly
, a slight pain shot through my chest. I touched it; it seemed to be from an accidental bump when I was being beaten. Tears instantly
streamed down my face uncontrollably.

I rushed into the bathroom, tears still in my eyes, and vaguely saw my mother looking at me sadly. I closed the door,
took off my clothes, and looked in the mirror, where I saw the bruise again. I quickly turned on the shower, stepped into
the bathtub closed my eyes, and let the cool water wash over me. Faintly, I thought I heard myself
sobbing.

"Why can't I have a happy home like other eighteen-year-old girls? Why?"

"Knock, knock, knock," came a few knocks at the door. It was my mother's voice: "Can I come in, Mom?"

"Mom? Come in."

My mother opened the door and then closed it again. I wiped the water droplets from my face and saw my mother looking at the bruise on my chest
with tears in her eyes.

"Mom," I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. Ignoring my wet clothes, I hugged my mother tightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I've never stood up for you these past few years. I'm so bad."

"No, no, I know you've suffered a lot too, Mom. I've never blamed you."

We hugged each other for a while. After

a while, my mother let go of me and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, saying, "Do you remember how much you loved taking baths with Mom
when you were little ?"

I nodded vigorously.

"Let Mom fulfill her responsibilities as a mother one more time, okay?"

I didn't answer, but I helped my mother unhook her bra.

My mother should be forty-one years old this year, but she has always maintained a youthful appearance and her figure has never changed.
Sure enough, when I unhooked her bra, a pair of extremely full breasts sprang out.

I immediately helped her take off her pants and underwear. Her dense pubic hair, delicate and snow-white skin,
rosy nipples, and long, beautiful legs exuded the charm of a mature woman.

My mother stepped into the bathtub, letting the water wet her body first, and then gently hugged me. In that instant, I
felt incredibly peaceful.

My mother's hand slid to the bruise on my chest, gently stroking it.

I suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my chest, and my whole body trembled involuntarily. I felt so comfortable, so happy.

"Mom," I called out meaninglessly. One arm embraced my mother, and the other hand involuntarily reached
between her legs.

At that moment, we seemed to have found comfort in each other, found an object to which we could vent the pain that had accumulated for many years
. We forgot our identities, the distance between us, and our kinship.

My mother's hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts, gently pinching my already hardened nipples,
my waist, my thighs, my lower abdomen, my… The cool water made my mother's body slippery, and her soft
labia were covered in sticky fluid. I used my middle finger to draw small circles around her clitoris, and with a little force, it slid into
my mother's vagina.

In an instant, my mother groaned "Ah!" Her five fingers, which were holding my breast, tightened. My
feelings were like floating to heaven. I trembled and groaned, and I raised my left leg and hooked it around my mother, so that my genitals
could rub against the outside of my mother's thigh. At the same time, I increased the number of fingers moving in and out of my mother's vagina to two. I
found that my fingers were covered with sticky love fluid.

My mother raised my raised thigh with her right hand, and we lost our balance and fell down.
In this way, my fingers slid out of my mother's vagina, and my mother spread my legs and
put her tongue to my genitals.

My mother, as expected of someone with so much experience, first licked the inside of my thighs, circling around the outside of my labia majora.
Only I couldn't take it anymore, my breathing becoming heavier, did she begin her assault on my clitoris.

I felt my lower body already releasing a good fluid, mingling with my mother's saliva to moisten my sensitive area.

My mother's tongue moved faster and faster, occasionally slipping inside me. I couldn't resist; my
hips unconsciously swayed up and down with the movements of her tongue. I caressed my breasts, my wet
pubic hair , and tried to spread my legs wider to achieve a more intense orgasm. I moaned
and gasped, "Ah! Ah!" No, I couldn't take it anymore. A tremor ran through me, and I finally reached my climax. I pulled
my mother closer, pressed my lips to hers, and kissed her deeply.

My mother's lips were covered in my vaginal fluid. A strange taste mixed with a sour sensation,
and I couldn't help but thrust my penis into my mother's vagina again.

My mother's vagina was already engulfing my three fingers like fire. I kept thrusting back and forth, sucking
on her dark red nipples. I sucked hard, and a little bit of milky fluid spilled from her nipples.
My mother bit her lip, closed her eyes, and her flushed cheeks were enjoying supreme pleasure.

My mother's love fluid flowed continuously, making her lower body softer and softer, her entire vulva turning a deep red. I
casually picked up a bar of soap and slowly rubbed it around my mother's clitoris. Unexpectedly, following my mother's vaginal fluid,
the soap "plop" slid into my mother's vagina,

leaving only a third of it outside.

At the same time, my mother groaned loudly.

I took out the soap, turned around, and spread my legs so that my vulva was touching my mother's.

I don't know if it was the soap or our love fluid, but the slippery feeling made our friction
smoother and more intense. I deeply felt the softness and heat of my mother's labia. Our clitoris were both erect,
and we could even feel each other. Our moans, the splashing water, and the rubbing of our juices
created an unbearable pleasure, and we reached another climax.

My mother and I washed each other for a while longer. I felt a little ashamed; after all, she's my mother, how
could …? My mother seemed a little embarrassed too. Had we gone too far? Or perhaps we hadn't really ignored me…
It wasn't about our family ties, but about bridging the generation gap of the past few years in another way! We dried ourselves off, put on our
pajamas, and I led my mother into my room: "Mom, can you sleep with me tonight?" My mother
smiled and nodded.

Chapter Two: My Brother

I never imagined that one day I would enjoy sexual pleasure with my mother, and now I not only masturbate with
her , but I even enjoy it immensely. Although my mother and I were both a little embarrassed, the
intense and excruciating climax just now prompted me to lead my mother to my room. My mother didn't seem to want to give up either, and silently
put on her pajamas and followed me into the room.

I don't know if what happened in the bathroom just now was called making love. I had an unprecedented climax, but my
hymen should still be intact. I casually closed the door and looked back to see my mother taking off her pajamas, preparing
to get into my bed. My mother was only wearing a half-cup bra, the two small pieces of pink fabric couldn't cover her
huge breasts at all, and the deep cleavage looked like a burning fire buried inside. My mother's panties were also pink,
almost translucent. A closer look revealed tantalizing glimpses of her alluring figure.

As women, we have one advantage over men: we can experience continuous sexual
arousal . So when I saw my mother's seductive body, an unnamed desire arose spontaneously. I
took off my pajamas, even my bra, leaving only my panties, and slipped into bed. "Mom, I...I want more,"
I shamelessly told her. I knew today might be the only day in years I could feel my mother's
love .

My mother took my hand, guiding me to caress her entire body, from her face to her soft lips. She slightly opened
her mouth, licking my fingertips with her tongue. Then she took my hand to her slender neck, her smooth shoulders, and then her
breasts, her nipples. I freed one hand to caress my mother's breasts, kneading and playing with them. I buried
my head between her breasts, carefully biting and licking them. My mother's waist began to move, swaying up and down. She deliberately
parted her legs, straddling my lower abdomen. I felt her panties were soaked, rubbing against my stomach
, the water stains revealing her red lips, almost spilling out. Trembling, I pulled down her panties,
the scent of soap from her shower wafting towards me. I moved my body, bringing my mouth to her vulva, using my tongue to comb through
the pubic hair near her labia majora.

My mother's waist swayed even more vigorously, she rubbed her full breasts, pinching her hard, red nipples,
making soft, meaningless sounds, "Mmm, mmm." Soon, my mouth was full of my mother's vaginal fluid, slippery
. I thrust forward, moving my erect right breast towards my mother's vaginal opening, continuing to rub my hard nipple
against her sensitive area. Her soft breasts met her hot labia, merging into one. My left hand
wasn't idle either, constantly inserting into my wet vagina, stroking my erect clitoris. We felt
the passion , awaiting the ecstasy of orgasm. Suddenly, I heard the door open. Turning around, I saw my
fifteen-year-old brother staring at us, mouth agape, completely bewildered.

In that instant, my mother and I wished we could disappear into a hole. We felt our bodies burning with shame
. For a long while, we stared at each other, speechless. Finally, my mother, being more
experienced, stepped off me, covered her private parts with the blanket, and then said softly and casually
, "What's wrong? Do you need your sister or Mom?" My brother then came to his senses, his face contorted with tears, and said to my
mother , "Sister, Dad, Dad hit me again. Mom, it hurts so much." "Come here, let Mom see."

Seeing the bruises all over my brother's body, my mother and I couldn't hold back our tears again. Despite being completely naked, Mom
hugged my younger brother tightly, and I joined them in the embrace. After a while,
Mom took off my brother's coat and said, "It's getting late, let's sleep together tonight." The light was turned off, and
my brother lay between us, tears still clinging to his face, his eyes closed. For a long, long time, I
couldn't fall asleep. The series of stimuli had left my whole body throbbing. I subconsciously touched
my genitals and found them still very wet. Just as I was wondering about this, suddenly a full, smooth thigh straddled me. I
turned my head and was surprised to see Mom's legs spread apart, her hands stroking me. I couldn't resist any longer. I
rolled over my half-asleep brother and pressed myself against Mom, my breasts touching her large breasts, a
surge of pleasure rushing up my face.

Our genitals were soaking wet; without further caresses, we began to rapidly move our fingers in and out of each other's
vaginas . I tightly gripped my mother's two fingers with my labia, when suddenly a sharp pain
shot through me, as if my hymen had been broken. I couldn't help but scream. My younger brother was instantly awakened and looked at my mother and me in surprise
once again . But this time, we couldn't hold back any longer. Neither of us paid any attention
to him and continued doing as we pleased. Even more brazenly, I unconsciously slipped my hand inside my brother's underwear and grabbed
his seemingly thickened penis. I touched his urethra with my finger and found a few drops of
sticky fluid. "Oh, oh," my brother groaned.

After a while, my brother took off his pants and squeezed between my mother and me. In an instant,
his mouth was right in front of my wet, throbbing vulva. He also unceremoniously stuck out his tongue and started licking it.
Meanwhile, his already developing penis was right in front of my mother's lips. My mother closed her eyes, hesitated
for a few seconds , but lust overcame her incestuous feelings, and she took my brother's glans into her mouth. My younger brother, being a virgin like me
, ejaculated hot semen in no time, all over my mother's face. My mother didn't care, continuing to
tease his glans with her tongue. The whole room smelled strangely of semen. My brother, being young,
quickly regained his erection. This time, I turned around, positioning my buttocks and genitals against his,
while my mouth was against my mother's wet vulva. I sucked on her fragrant labia, while my brother instinctively
inserted his newly erect penis into my vagina. A strange and intense pleasure coursed through my body.
I screamed, I groaned, I twisted my waist violently, and I relentlessly bit my mother's clitoris.

Perhaps because my brother had just ejaculated, he lasted for more than three minutes this time. Finally, I
lay exhausted on the bed, while my mother, panting, wiped her vulva with the blanket. My brother, perhaps due to excessive indulgence,
or perhaps because it was his first time, ejaculated a second time between my legs, leaving his genitals...
I pulled it out and closed my eyes, falling asleep. A soft thing was inside me, and I felt an inexplicable
itch. Plus, my brother's hot semen was flowing inside me, and I couldn't bear to pull his penis out.
Drowsily, I gradually drifted off to sleep.

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