[Multifaceted House]

Multifaceted Home　　　　Author

: catfeng　　Published :

2004/03/05 by 　　: Lamb

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... 　　"You have a little bump under your left nipple. I've touched it countless times, and you still didn't notice?" I said. 　　"Good that you know. I only came back because I missed you," my sister said. 　　"Why did you come back in the middle of the night? Does Mom know?" I asked. 　　"The company had a cocktail party today, and it just ended. I was going to go to your brother-in-law's, but it was too late, and it's a long way, so I ran back." My sister said, kissing my glans. 　　"Does Mom know?" I asked. 　　"I came in through the back door and came straight here. Mom doesn't know," my sister said. 　　"Then get some rest. It's so late, and you're still fooling around," I said. 　　"What? So heartless! I was thinking about you." My sister said and kissed me on the lips without waiting for a reply, her breath reeking of alcohol. She hugged me tightly, her warm and full body pressed against mine, and my dormant penis instantly became aroused, pressing against my sister's buttocks. 　　"Your body betrays you." My sister sensed the change in my body, reached down and pinched my glans again, rubbing it with her fingers. 　　My hand reached inside my sister's clothes and touched her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my fingers, just as she rubbed my glans. 　　My sister lay on the bed, spread her legs, and pulled me onto her. I groped and inserted vagina, and began thrusting... 　　My name is Liu Bing, I'm twenty-one years old, and I'm in university. My school is very close to home, so I'm one of the very day students. My sister, Liu Mei, is already working and is three years older than me. My parents are both middle school teachers, and they're divorced now. I don't know the specific reasons, I only remember that they had a big fight, and then my father moved out . My mother hugged me and cried, and a few days later they divorced. The family property was divided in two; my father took my sister, and my mother chose me. 　　My parents and older sister are all good-looking and tall, but I'm the only one who's average-looking and short. My mom and sister are both over 1.6 meters tall, and I'm already 21, but I only reach my mom's chest. People at school always think I'm some teacher's child. 　　My sister and I have always had a very good relationship. Back then, we lived in an old house, and my sister and I slept in the same bed every day. We always chatted and laughed, and because we were young, we didn't have any particular thoughts about it, until I went to high school. 　　One day at school, while showering, my classmates were shocked when they saw my large penis, but then they saw my overly long foreskin and started laughing at me, saying I wasn't developing normally. I was in high school, and my glans still hadn't come out. Then they showed me their red glans. 　　Amid their laughter, I ran home. When I got home, I lay on my bed, sulking. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. I was short, and even my penis was being mocked. 　　"What's wrong?" my sister asked when she came home and saw me lying on the bed. 　　"Sis~" I wanted to say, but I was still too embarrassed to. Although my sister and I are close, I still felt a little awkward. 　　"What's wrong? Are you still embarrassed in front of your sister?" my sister asked. 　　So I stammered out what happened. 　　"Hahahaha~~~~" My sister laughed loudly after hearing it, and I felt even more embarrassed by her laughter. 　　My sister stood up, locked the door, and then walked up to me. "If you trust your sister, let me take a look at you." 　　"Oh?" I hesitated for a moment, but finally, under my sister's concerned gaze, I pulled down my pants, exposing my thick penis to her gaze. 　　"Wow, it's so big! I didn't expect it to be bigger than my boyfriend's," my sister said. 　　"What should I do?" I asked. 　　"Don't worry, let me take a look." After she finished speaking, she held my penis with both hands, and gently pulled down . Slowly, when my glans was exposed, I felt waves of pain. 　　"It hurts so much, sister," I said. 　　"Just bear with it a little longer," my sister said, pushing me down onto the bed. She then squatted down, her hands still slowly pulling back my foreskin. She would pull it down forcefully, then release, letting it retract automatically, then pull it down even harder, repeating this motion repeatedly. 　　"How is it? Still hurting?" my sister asked as she worked on it. 　　"No…it doesn't hurt anymore," I said. It really didn't hurt as much as at the beginning. There was a peculiar sensation on my penis, a slight pain mixed with a feeling of pressure, making me want to release, accompanied by an itchy feeling. 　　My sister's hands were of moderate pressure, using all ten fingers to caress me, distracting me from the foreskin . With her movements, half of my glans was finally exposed, but that half was the most difficult part, and my pain intensified; blood appeared on the foreskin. 　　Seeing my pained expression, my sister hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth and taking the exposed half of my glans inside. The warmth enveloped my glans, and I immediately forgot the pain. My sister's warm lips were on my glans…

She was sucking on my head, making soft sounds. My penis grew even larger under her sucking, and
the veins on my foreskin were clearly visible.

My sister's tongue slid back and forth on my glans, and every time she licked my urethra, I felt incredibly
stimulated, as if she had licked my soul. Her hands didn't stop because of her mouth and tongue;
they continued to gently stroke me up and down.

I sat there, feeling like my limbs had no strength left. I really wanted to stay like this forever.
The feeling of pleasure was something I had never experienced before, and my sister was focused on sucking my glans, her eyes filled with greed
.

After a while, the pleasure from my penis had reached its peak, and I felt something about to
burst out of my penis.

"Sister, I..." Before I could finish speaking, my sister suddenly pulled my foreskin back to
its maximum extent . I felt a sharp pain on my penis, followed by a feeling of flying. The pleasure spread from my penis to my whole body,
coursing through every nerve in my body. A stream of white liquid spurted from my urethra. My sister covered
her face with her hands as the liquid sprayed onto them.

I collapsed weakly onto the bed, my penis trembling, a little more liquid still leaking out.
The glans was now fully exposed, the foreskin wrinkled beneath it.

My sister licked the liquid I'd sprayed onto the back of her hand, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Now it's all right, go wash it in the toilet," she said, flicking my penis.

"Okay," I said, getting out of bed, pulling on my pants, and running to the toilet. When I got there, I noticed
a sticky white substance clinging to the area below the glans. I rubbed it, and
it smelled a bit unpleasant, so I washed it thoroughly.

That night, I ate with a particularly good appetite. Although my sister and I were still joking and laughing as usual,
something After dinner, I went to evening study. In the toilet, I showed
my reborn penis to those who had mocked me, and they were speechless.

After finishing my lesson, I came back to rest. My parents had already gone to their rooms. I was still
sleeping in the same room as my sister, but Mom had set a rule for us: we had to sleep
facing opposite directions, my head facing , and her head facing my feet.

My sister was already lying there, and I took off my clothes and lay down too. My hand unconsciously touched my
penis , and I thought about how it felt when my sister had masturbated me earlier that day. I started to imitate her movements,
but no matter how I tried, it didn't feel right. I looked at my sister; she was covered with a blanket, her body rising and falling, seemingly
fast asleep.

I gently lifted her blanket and lightly tickled the soles of her feet a few times.

"Hehe, it tickles," my sister laughed. It turned out she wasn't asleep yet.

"Sis~~~" I called out.

"Is something wrong?" my sister asked with a yawn.

"Can...can you do it again?" I stammered.

"Sure, but on one condition," my sister said.

"What condition? Tell me," I said excitedly.

"Don't tell Mom, Dad, and you have to lick me down there," my sister said, pointing to her genitals.

"Okay," I nodded.

My sister nodded in satisfaction, then lay down again. She put her hand under the covers, and I immediately crawled
under the covers too, moving my body closer to her head, bringing my penis
closer

, I moved my penis even closer to her genitals. My sister's head was already under the covers, her hand grasped my penis, her nimble tongue
began to move on the glans, and her fingers gently tapped around my testicles.

I also imitated my sister, putting my head between her legs. A special smell wafted into my
nostrils , coming from my sister's genitals—a mixture of physiological odor and soap. I took a deep breath
, then reached out. I touched a clump of hairy, soft stuff. My fingers
searched through the pubic hair, finally finding an entrance. The entrance was wet and slippery, with two long, tender
strips of flesh. My fingers slowly slipped between the tender flesh.

My sister's body trembled, and she squeezed her legs together, but quickly relaxed them,
spreading them even wider than before. My fingers touched a hard clitoris, and I pinched it a few times. At that
moment, my sister's right leg nudged my head. I understood what she meant, so I stuck out my tongue and started licking
near .

My sister groaned, her lips sucking hard on my glans, and she occasionally
scraped the edge of my penis with her teeth. This feeling was incredibly pleasurable, and I sucked on my sister's genitals even more vigorously
. I imitated her, not only sucking but also gently biting the two long, tender folds of
flesh with my teeth.

My hands were around my sister's buttocks, and my fingers moved from her vulva to her anus, my nails gently scratching the folds of her anus
.

"Mmm~~~" My sister squeezed my head tightly, my lips covering her vulva
. Her mouth also took my penis in. My penis, newly freed from the foreskin, was very
sensitive . My sister's tongue licked and teased the soft flesh beneath the glans. I felt like I was about to climax again, so
I tried to pull out, but my sister held my buttocks tightly, preventing me from escaping from her mouth. I couldn't take it anymore, and
all my semen sprayed into my sister's mouth.

My sister's vagina began to writhe, and then a salty, slightly fishy liquid flowed into my
mouth. Since my sister had swallowed all of mine, I didn't hold back
and drank the liquid flowing from her vagina.

We hugged each other, panting. My sister kissed my penis, and I kissed my sister's white,
smooth buttocks. Neither of us spoke, but we embraced, enjoying the comfortable exhaustion after our orgasm.

The uncomfortable feeling in my bladder woke me from my sleep. I slowly sat up and found my penis
was still in my sister's hand. I slowly pulled it out, then put on my slippers and went to the toilet to
empty my bladder. I breathed a sigh of relief, then went back to my room, passing by my parents' room on the way.
Then I heard sounds coming from inside.

I peeked through the crack in the door and saw my parents doing what my sister and I had just been doing, only they were doing it
even more frantically. My mother was kneeling between my father's legs, sucking his penis hard, saliva
dripping from the corners of her mouth and onto his testicles. My father, on the other hand, was holding my mother's buttocks and licking her
genitals , making sounds as he did so.

My mother turned around, sat on my father, placed her hands on his penis, and sat
down . Then she placed her hands on my father's chest and began to move up and down, her large breasts swaying back and forth.

(At this sight, my penis immediately became aroused again. My swollen penis pressed against the door, and I
moved it gently up and down, the glans rubbing against the door. Just then, a pair of hands reached out from behind me and grabbed my
penis.)

I turned around and saw that my sister had somehow gotten behind me. She lowered her head and
kissed me on the lips. I immediately turned around and hugged her tightly, our tongues
swirling . My hand slipped under her bra, clumsily caressing her breasts.

Suddenly, my sister pushed me away.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Are you trying to suffocate me?" she whispered.

I grinned lewdly and pressed her against the wall, then slipped inside her clothes, my lips clamping her nipple.
I'm shorter than my sister, so I could only... well, you know.

My sister's head was against the wall, enjoying the pleasure on her nipple, her hands around my back, occasionally deliberately
lowering her head so I could kiss her face.

"You're getting worse and worse, really," my mother's voice came
from the room .

"You're getting old, what are you doing?" my father asked.

"Of course, she's going to the toilet," Mom said. Then I heard her put on her shoes.

As soon as I heard that, I grabbed my sister's hand and ran back to our
room

. We closed the door and stood there watching until Mom came out of the toilet and returned to the room. We only breathed a sigh of relief after that. When Mom went into the room, my sister immediately hugged me and pulled me down onto the bed. I grabbed her clothes and
ripped them off. She pulled down my underwear and took my penis into her mouth. I lay on
the bed , and she sucked between my legs. My penis felt like it was on fire, but my sister's mouth was
even hotter.

After sucking for a while, she released my penis, then took off her own underwear and straddled me. Like
Mom, she grabbed my penis, rubbed it against her labia a few times, and then placed the glans against her vaginal
opening.

I hugged her waist, and with a thrust, my penis slid into her pleasurable vagina. It was incredibly smooth, the
warm contact, the exhilarating friction—it made me feel the true pleasure between a man and a woman. I realized that real sex
was much more comfortable than just sucking.

My sister's teeth were biting my shoulder, her hands wrapped around my back, and my mouth was right in front of her breasts.
Of course, I wasn't going to let her go, sucking on her nipples while thrusting in and out.

My tongue was licking her left breast, when suddenly I felt a bump next to her nipple, like
a small lump.

"Sis... what... what's going on?" I asked, gently biting her nipple.

"I... I don't know... it's been... for a long time..." my sister answered breathlessly.

I didn't know what to do, but I felt a lump in her nipple. Her breasts were
bright red, especially beautiful under the dim light of the desk lamp. Her developing breasts weren't
full, but they were like two apples, and they felt very comfortable in my hands.

I struggled to my senses from my sister's breasts, my lips moving before returning to her mouth.
She sucked on my tongue, drawing it into her mouth, my tongue
moving in and out like a penis. My sister's hand touched my anus, gently stroking it with her fingers, then she suddenly
thrust one finger inside. Distracted, I felt a surge of pleasure, and my semen sprayed wildly into my sister
's vagina.

My sister's vagina was bathed in my semen, and after a few struggles, she too reached orgasm.

I held my sister tightly, my penis reluctant to leave her vagina, even though the semen was already flowing down my
penis onto the bed.

"Good brother, pull it out, it'll get rotten if it stays in there any longer," my sister said.

"Let it rot together then," I said, biting down on my sister's nipple, which was covered in my saliva.

From then on, my sex life with my sister began. Although she already had a boyfriend, she would still find
opportunities to come back and have intimate contact with my penis. This continued until my senior year of high school, when my parents
divorced, and my sister moved out with my father.

After I entered university, my older sister started preparing for her wedding. Although my mother and father had a falling out, she still
attended my sister's wedding, and I went with her. We even found an opportunity to have sex in the bathroom.

After my sister got married, she and her husband bought a house and moved out of my father's house. My mother and I still
lived in the old house. My sister had a lot of social engagements at work, and she would come back after just one night each time, and then "treat" my penis.

(Part 2) Mother and Son Chapter

"A daughter grows up and leaves home." That was my mother's comment on my sister's marriage. Although my sister
would come back to see me from time to time after getting married, she didn't come back every day. I still slept in the same room, but the difference was that
I was the only one on the bed. I masturbated every day to satisfy my cravings.

My mother is a middle school teacher, teaching Chinese, so she has a very elegant demeanor and speaks eloquently. She
tries , as she teaches dozens of students daily. On weekends, she changes into sportswear
and goes out to play tennis, playing until she's drenched in sweat. She fills her time with work and
exercises in her spare time. On the surface, my mother seems to lead a fulfilling life, but that's not actually the case.

My mother is 46 years old this year, with a great figure. Even after breastfeeding my sister and me, her breasts remain full and alluring
. Because of our inappropriate relationship, I have some fantasies about my mother,
but these are purely fantasies. I think teachers are definitely not very open-minded.

Tomorrow is my birthday, so I went home early and started tidying up my
messy , from the table to under the bed. My mom left a note saying she went out to buy groceries.

Most of the things in my room are quite old; some are even things my mom used to own from her school days. Because my
room is relatively empty, I put a cupboard in it, which is filled with odds and ends.

After tidying up, I felt a bit bored, so I lay on the bed reminiscing about
the passionate times I spent with my sister. Suddenly, I remembered that I had a few borrowed erotic novels under my bed.
So I jumped out of bed and crawled under to look for them.
When , I noticed an envelope taped to my bed frame. Curious, I took it out.

I sat on the bed, opened the envelope, and a letter fell out .
The letter was covered in transparent tape; it looked like it had been torn and re-stitched. I carefully opened the letter.

Things always happen when you're least prepared. The letter was written to my mother by my maternal uncle in Inner Mongolia.
He used to visit me often when I was little, but later he went to Inner Mongolia to do business, buying various local products
and selling them to the coastal areas. I heard his business was doing well. The letter revealed my entire background: I was born from incest between
my mother and my uncle. Besides my uncle's confession, there was also a bankbook with 200,000 yuan in it.

After finishing, I put the letter back where it was, and then put the several pornographic books back as well.

It turned out that my biological father was my own uncle. What was my relationship with my sister?
Did my sister know about this? Did my father find out about this and then divorce my mother? Many
questions arose in my mind, but after thinking about it, I suddenly realized that I had already had a relationship with my sister, so what was there
to be upset ? Perhaps I inherited my biological father's nature; he had incest with my mother, and I had incest with my sister.

"Bingbing! Come and help me get my things," my mother called from downstairs.

I immediately ran out of the room. Mom was carrying a large bag of things and heading towards the kitchen.

"There's more on the bike outside," Mom said.

I ran outside and unloaded everything from the bike.

"Why did you buy so much?" I asked.

"Of course, it's for eating. It's your birthday tomorrow, so I'm making you some of your favorite dishes today," Mom said.

"It's not until tomorrow, why are we eating today?" I asked.

"We'll eat tomorrow too. Look at you, you're over twenty years old, and you're still not as tall as me. Go and wait
to eat ," Mom said, then went into the kitchen.

I didn't know what Mom was thinking. After a sumptuous dinner, my sister came back with my brother-in-law,
bringing me a gift.

"Where's your father? Didn't he come to see your brother?" Mom asked casually.

"Dad went out to work and told us to come back," my brother-in-law quickly replied.

"Oh."

We stayed together for a while. My sister and brother-in-law had to leave because of social engagements, and my mother had to go on a home visit, so
she left too. I was left alone at home. I went back to my room, lay on my bed, and read a book. My mind was filled with thoughts of
my mother and uncle. Suddenly, I found their relationship very exciting. In their time, premarital sex was
taboo, yet they did it, and it was this kind of relationship. In my mind, I saw my uncle's strong body pressing down
on my mother's voluptuous body.

"Bingbing, wake up." Somehow, I had fallen asleep. When I opened my eyes,
my mother was sitting on my bed in her pajamas.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's 12 o'clock. It's your birthday. Get up." My mother said, handing me a
box .

"What is it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Why don't you just look?" my mother said with a smile.

I opened the box and found a book inside, an unabridged Chinese version of "One Thousand and One Nights," the book I had always wanted
.

"Great, Mom, how did you know what I wanted?" I said happily.

"I'm your mother, I know what you're thinking," Mom said with a hint of pride.

"Mom, can you read to me like I did when I was little?" I asked.

"Hehe, you're all grown up now, still acting like a child," Mom said.

"No matter how old I am, I'm still a child in front of you," I said.

"Okay." Mom pulled her pajamas tighter, then leaned back on the bed and opened the book, *
One Thousand and One Nights *.

I lay on Mom's lap, listening to her read to me, my right arm naturally wrapped around her waist, while my
left hand slipped inside her pajamas, tugging at her nipples with my fingers, just like when I was little.

At first, Mom was a little uncomfortable because my hand kept moving around on her nipples.
After a while , she got used to my hand and began to slowly read to me. I lay comfortably on Mom's lap,
my fingers playing contentedly on her nipples, but now I wasn't just liking my mother's
breasts ; it was a caress filled with lust.

Mom probably hadn't expected my thoughts and was still focused on reading the story. Her nipples hardened in my
hand . I was a little tired and fell asleep leaning against my mother's legs.

In my sleep, I felt someone lying down beside my bed. A smell of alcohol entered my nostrils. I knew it must
be my sister. The thought of her made me wide awake. I suddenly opened my eyes. In the dimly lit room, I saw someone
lying next to me, fast asleep.

Without saying a word, I pressed myself against her, picked up her clothes, pulled down her panties,
and then groped my thick, powerful penis into her stimulating vagina.

"Ah." She seemed to wake up and tried to get me off her, but my penis was already
inside her. My hands gripped her breasts tightly through her bra.

"You..." She turned around to say something, but before she could speak, my mouth sealed hers. My
tongue swirled in her mouth. She struggled a few times and then stopped, her tongue awkwardly
intertwining with mine.

My sister's vagina was already secreting a lot of fluid, and I was able to thrust inside her very comfortably, without any obstruction.
However, her vagina seemed much looser than before, but thrusting inside her was extremely pleasurable, precisely because there was no...
The tightness and stimulation were so intense that I hadn't felt the urge to ejaculate even after thrusting for a while.

"Sis, it's been a few days since we last did it, and your little hole seems loose. Is it your husband's doing?" I
asked, parting her lips.

She didn't answer, just nodded. I pressed down on her back, kissing her neck, listening to her
heavy breathing, and my penis thrust even harder inside her. I pulled my penis out completely,
then forcefully pushed it back in, the glans reaching her cervix, then grinding it up and down and side to side.
At that moment, I wanted to melt into her body, as if nothing I did would be enough.

I pulled my penis out, then turned my sister's shoulders around. She obediently turned over with my hand. I lifted
the hem of her loose nightgown and covered her body, then placed her legs on my waist. After moving
the glans down a few times at her already wet vaginal opening, I inserted it into her warm, moist little hole.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, and my penis plunged deep inside each time, the glans
making full , creating wave after wave of pleasure.

She also began to sway her hips up and down, responding to each of my thrusts.

My penis began to feel, trembling as if electrocuted. I knew I was about to ejaculate, so I thrust
even harder . My hand touched her breasts, my fingers playing with her nipples. But my hand didn't
touch that small bump on her left nipple. Was it not her sister?

As I pondered this, her vagina began to pulsate. I knew this was the prelude to her orgasm, and I quickly
reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.

"Mom," I called out. My mother was beneath me, enduring my thrusts.

"Almost...almost coming," my mother didn't care about anything else, and continued to sway her hips.

I was also at a crucial moment, so I continued to thrust forcefully. With the arrival of orgasm, a
thick, hot stream of semen shot into my mother's vagina, and my mother secreted even more fluid, enveloping my penis.

We reached our climax together. I lay helplessly between my mother's breasts, my head rising and falling with her chest.
My mother lay there quietly, savoring the afterglow of our passion.

She placed her hand on my head, stroking my hair and sighing.

"Mom," I called softly.

"We...we did something, didn't we?" my mother asked.

I nodded.

"Oh! What a tragedy. I never thought that after all these years, I'd still be the same as before,"
my mother said, getting up from the bed and walking towards the door.

"Let's pretend nothing happened today," my mother said, turning back.

I don't know where I got the courage, but I suddenly jumped up and hugged my mother. My mother stopped in her tracks
, her hand resting on mine.

"Mom. I don't care, from now on you're my wife," I said firmly. "

Bingbing, why...why are you doing this?" my mother said.

"Mom, did you want to? If not, why didn't you stop me earlier?" I said.

"Then..." My mother was speechless for a moment, standing there.

"Mom, Dad left you, so I'll take care of you," I said firmly.

My mother gripped my hand tightly, and I felt a warm drop of liquid fall onto my skin.
She turned and hugged me close.

"Do you know why I divorced your father?" she asked, lying down beside me as she
circled my nipple with her finger.

"Was it because of your uncle?" I asked.

"How did you know?" she asked.

"I saw something hidden under my bed," I replied.

"Good to know. You were bound to find out sooner or later," she said, taking out a book she had bought for me and then
a bankbook.

"This is the allowance your biological father gave you. Today is your birthday. A few days ago, more than twenty years ago, we
had sex, and you were born soon after. Your grandmother was worried about things going wrong, so she married me off to your current father.
Now this money is yours. You can do whatever you want with it. You're an adult now." My mother handed
me the bankbook.

"What am I going to do with so much money? I'll put it away for now and take it when I need it." I put the passbook back
into the book. "Mom, why did you suddenly come to my room?" "

I was reading you a story, and when I saw you were asleep, I wanted to rest too, but then I thought of your father and
felt a little uneasy..."

"You've been drinking." I interrupted my mother.

"Yes," my mother said, "You're just like your uncle, not very tall, but so
understanding ."

"Hehe."

"By the way, I heard you call me 'sister' earlier? You and your sister are also..." my mother said.

I realized I couldn't hide it anymore, so I told my mother everything about my sister and me.

"You're even more amazing than your uncle," my mother said.

"Then what is the relationship between my sister and me?" I asked.

"She's not your sister, but your father's daughter from his first marriage, but his first wife passed away from illness,"

my mother said.

"Then my sister and I aren't related by blood?" I asked.

"Yes, so I don't know how your relationship is. I've only just started talking about it!"

"You're such a good mother," I said, kissing her cheek.

My hand touched her breasts, and my penis hardened again. Seeing my erect penis, she knew
what I was about to do, so she lifted the hem of her clothes, turned to the side, and spread her buttocks,
revealing dark vulva.

"Hurry up, don't delay your rest," she said.

...

When I woke up, it was already bright. I didn't know when my mother had left my room. I heard
the sound of things being moved in the living room; it seemed she was tidying up.

I got dressed and came out. Sure enough, my mother was wiping the closet glass. I walked behind her and suddenly
hugged her waist.

"Ah..." My mother was startled, then turned around and saw it was me. "You scared me to death! Why aren't you sleeping
?"

"I've slept well," I replied.

"The food's in the kitchen, go eat," Mom said, turning back to wiping the windows.

I went to the kitchen and ate something, then took a shower. When I came out, Mom
was still cleaning. As the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust." Looking at Mom's voluptuous body, everything I'd
eaten became a catalyst for my lust.

I walked behind Mom and placed my hand directly on her breast.

"Mom. I want to..." I said.

"No, it's broad daylight, it's not good if someone sees us," Mom said, swaying her body.

"Who would come now?" I said, reaching for Mom's waist and unbuckling her belt. As soon as
the belt her pants fell down automatically, leaving only a pair of black underwear. I flicked my wrist, pulling the underwear
down as well.

Yesterday I'd treated Mom like my sister, so there hadn't been any tenderness, and naturally, I hadn't had a chance to carefully examine the differences between
Mom 's vulva and my sister's. I squatted down, parted Mom's legs, and carefully
observed her private area.

A mature woman's vulva certainly has a strong scent. My mother's vulva also had a fishy, pungent smell, though it was
masked by the scent of shower gel, it was still noticeable. My mother's labia majora were very thick. When I
released my fingers, the labia majora automatically closed together, protecting her vulva and leaving only a fleshy slit.
There were many dark pubic hairs along the edge of the slit, extending all the way down to my mother's lower abdomen. I forcefully separated the
labia majora again.

My mother's clitoris hardened under the stimulation of my fingers. I stuck out my tongue and licked it, then
slid my tongue down the clitoris, across the vagina, all the way to my mother's anus, and then back again
. After a few rounds, my lips were covered with the fluid secreted from my mother's vagina, and my mother leaned weakly
against the cabinet, panting.

"Bing...Bing, don't lick anymore..." my mother begged.

I stood up, took off my mother's apron, and then put my hand inside her clothes. However, I didn't rush towards
her full breasts. Instead, I stopped under her armpits, touching her soft armpit hair,
and couldn't resist pulling one out forcefully.

"Ah," my mother cried out in pain.

I kissed her smooth skin, then pulled my pants down to my feet and rubbed my penis against her legs.

"Quick, quick, put it in... don't... don't torture me anymore..." my mother pleaded.

I gripped my penis and tried to raise it as high as I could. But I was too short; my penis couldn't
reach my mother's genitals. I turned around and found a small plastic stool under the table. I took it out,
stood on it, and hehe, the height was just right.

I adjusted the angle and then forcefully inserted my penis into my mother's wet vagina from behind,
then hugged her waist and began to thrust vigorously.

"Mmm~ mmm~" My mother's moans weren't very loud. She leaned against the cabinet, her two full breasts pressed against
the glass , her breath forming water droplets on the glass, which then slowly flowed down to her nipples.

My mother's buttocks moved back and forth with my thrusts. My penis moved from her breasts to her buttocks, and
my fingers began to play with her anus. There was a lot of hair around my mother's anus, but it wasn't as
tough as her genitals; it was very soft, and I gently stroked it.

After a period of intense movement, I was sweating, and my mother was panting heavily.
The sweat from her genitals further aided my thrusts, and I became increasingly powerful. The scent of my penis
mixed with the scent secreted from my mother's vagina.

My mother's vagina began to undulate irregularly, and the fluid increased. I knew my mother was about to
climax , and I was preparing to forcefully ejaculate into her a few more times. But before I could even begin, my mother suddenly
clenched my penis tightly, and then her buttocks began to sway from side to side. I couldn't control my movements, and a large amount of semen sprayed
into my mother's vagina.

"Huff... huff..." I lay on top of my mother, panting, and my mother was also breathing heavily.

After a while, my mother reached over and pulled my penis out, then used her fingers to clean
the remaining fluid from it.

I kissed my mother's lips, tasting her saliva with my tongue.

"Was it good, Mom?" I asked.

My mother nodded shyly. Just as I got off the stool, the sound of a lock opening
came from the back door.

"Mom. Little brother, I'm home." My sister's familiar voice rang out.

"Your sister's back. Hurry up and get dressed," my mother said hurriedly.

"It's okay, Mom," I said, pulling my mother's hand to stop her from moving.

"Why?" my mother asked.

"We have a chance to play threesome," I said with a smile, my penis, still slightly wet with fluid,
hardening .

PS: Today I checked out another forum because I had posted a few articles there and wanted to
see what people thought. I was both amused and exasperated. Some people called me a bastard in their replies to my "Passionate Mother and Sister" post
, others said I was disgusting, and still others said I wasn't human, daring to sleep with my own mother.

I laughed uncontrollably after reading them. Don't they know my stories are fictional? It seems I'll have to
add "This story is purely fictional" to the end of my articles from now on.

The End

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