Family Hot Spring Incident (1~3) Author: nmnmnmnmdo

Author: nmnmnmnmdo

(I)

My family is a wealthy family of three. My mother is gentle and beautiful, and teaches English at a high school. She is a well-known and excellent teacher
in the city . At 43 years old, she maintains a perfect figure. Although she has become slightly plump after giving birth to me,
it has only added to her mature charm. At 168 cm tall, with a full bust of 36D and an
alluringly plump bottom that makes one's blood boil, she is the object of many students' fantasies.

My father is successful in his career, with a wide range of businesses. I graduated from a prestigious university. Our family is happy and harmonious, making
others envious.

Two years ago, a family incident occurred, involving many people in the family and causing
a dramatic change in our family. As a hot-blooded teenager with a severe Oedipus complex, after that incident, I began to
visit the people involved in it, using a special confession agent produced by my dad's company to get them to tell
their stories about my mother:

"Brother Yang's Story (Part 1)"

I am a retired soldier, 190 cm tall, weighing 150 kg, with a muscular build. In the elite unit, I
was an outstanding soldier who received two second-class merit awards.

After retiring, I have been working as a bodyguard and driver for Teacher Ping—that is, your mother's family—for ten years. To repay
a debt of gratitude ? Yes, but also not. You'll find out as you listen.

I also have another identity: a student of Teacher Ping's class of '99. At that time, she and her husband were living apart, while Mr. Wang
—your father, who is now my boss—was building his business in Beijing and didn't want his wife and children
to suffer , so he left them in Hunan until he was successful enough to bring them to Beijing for a family reunion. I was a
terrible student who dreaded English, and it was Ms. Ping who saved me, allowing me to go from being at the bottom of my class to getting into military academy; it was also
Ms. Ping who ruined me, making it impossible for me to get over that year.

You want to know about the hot springs? Okay, I really don't want to recall it, but since you're willing, after all, you helped me in many ways when
I was little .

Two years ago, in the late autumn, the weather in Beijing suddenly turned cold, and Ms. Ping's brother called, inviting Ms. Ping's
whole family to go to Guangxi for hot springs. The teacher was very happy and even kissed her brother on the phone. Mr. Wang was
reading the newspaper nearby, and upon hearing this, he could only smile helplessly. It was

common knowledge that he and his sister had been inseparable since childhood, and their deep sibling bond was well-known. Moreover, Mr. Ping was very
cheerful and liked to joke, especially with male colleagues and students, where he was adept at social interaction and networking. Mr. Wang's career
had also flourished thanks to Mr. Ping's extensive network of connections built over the years, so he was used to such things and
could only laugh it off.

As a professional bodyguard, I enjoyed the deep trust of Mr. Ping's family and had become part of their household. Therefore,
they never shied away from discussing anything about me, perhaps due to my seemingly honest appearance and taciturn personality
.

I stood silently in a corner of the living room, as always, watching my beloved Mr. Ping nestled in
a corner of the sofa making a phone call. The teacher had just returned home from class, wearing an elegant purple coat. As she spoke,
she took off her boots, revealing alluring feet encased in flesh-colored stockings. Above, one could see a long
, shapely thigh, free of any excess fat—a testament to Ms. Ping's years of consistent fitness and health regimen. Underneath, she wore her favorite teacher's
suit : a black blazer and a white shirt, both sharp and alluring. Ms. Ping liked to wear light makeup;
her beautiful, mature face, which didn't show her age, had a rosy glow. Her slightly thin lips parted slightly, and her eyes held a mixture of anticipation and
excitement.

Ms. Ping chatted with her brother for a long time before hanging up. At that moment, you, nm, came downstairs to
the living room . Ms. Ping called you over to sit beside her, affectionately hugged you, and told you about the arrangements for your trip to Guangxi. Your reaction
was as calm as ever, but you casually remarked, "Mom, why is your lipstick smudged again?"

Ms. Ping paused, glanced in my direction, quickly covered her mouth, pretended to yawn, and said
naturally "Oh, I accidentally smudged it at lunch today. I rushed to class and didn't have time
to touch it up." You didn't seem to care, just gave a casual reply, and continued playing on your phone.

Ms. Ping went to the bedroom to change clothes, giving me a reproachful look as she passed by. I remained expressionless as always
, only slightly lowering my head.

Just then, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and found Sister Li and Uncle Wang returning home. Sister Li was Teacher Ping's best
friend; they'd been classmates and roommates since junior high. Now, both are wives and mothers, but they still often stay together
for extended periods. Their friendship is so strong that they shower together and travel abroad together.

Sister Li is a year older than Teacher Ping and has a son and a daughter. One word to describe her is tranquil.
While her beautiful appearance isn't as alluring as Teacher Ping's, it exudes intellectual charm. Her exceptionally large breasts also make her incredibly attractive to
men . Completely different from Teacher Ping's outgoing and active personality, she mostly acts as an
observer and listener, considering all of Teacher Ping's concerns—a true confidante and older sister figure.

Uncle Wang is your great-grandfather, a highly respected and kind elder. He once oversaw the construction of
the train station in XX city. He's a very prestigious retired cadre, full of energy, and often asks me for tips on long fist and
Xingyi Quan techniques . He's incredibly healthy.

However, I don't know why Sister Li and Uncle Wang came home together from outside. They said they went to buy groceries, but they didn't bring
anything back.

At dinner, the whole family had a small meeting. Teacher Ping announced the plan to go to the hot springs in Guangxi and decided to leave on
Friday night. This means my work has begun: booking plane tickets, booking hotels, contacting your uncle, etc.
I won't go into those troublesome things, since you don't care anyway. Let's start reminiscing from checking into the hot spring hotel!

Your uncle drove your mother and Sister Li, while I drove you, your father, and your great-grandfather, navigating
mountain roads for over forty minutes before finally arriving at a magnificent hot spring hotel. Thanks to my
memory honed during my years in the military, I can still recall the room numbers: your mother and Sister Li were in room 109, next door
was your uncle and father's room 107, and after much insistence, you finally agreed to stay alone in room 108—
opposite Teacher Ping's room. Uncle Wang and I ended up staying in room 106 next to you.

As soon as we settled in, Teacher Ping was the first to unpack and head to the hot spring, followed closely by your uncle,
then you and your father. Sister Li, wearing a swimsuit, came to my and Uncle Wang's room. I was about to ask her why she was there so early...
I was changing clothes when Sister Li told me that my mother was calling me, so I rushed to the hot spring area. The room door
closed immediately after I left.

I arrived at the hot spring area behind the hotel. It was very large, with a large artificial
lake in the center, surrounded by dozens of hot spring pools of various sizes. The lighting was dim and somewhat ambiguous, and
many small pools were hidden deep inside, untouched by anyone.

I searched for a while before finally seeing Teacher Ping. She and your uncle were walking side by side on a path,
chatting and laughing . Your uncle's left hand was naturally on your mother's waist, but it was positioned a bit low, and he seemed to be constantly
groping for something. The two walked deeper and deeper into the darkness, disappearing around a corner only faintly
visible I could almost hear the splashing water and hear Ms. Ping's giggling voice.

At the time, I didn't think much of it; I just slowly approached, intending to protect your mother. In front of a large
rock I saw a scene that would change my life once again: In the moonlight, Ms. Ping stood in the bathtub, her sexy
swimsuit barely concealing her perfect figure. Her two white breasts were almost spilling out, and her narrow swim trunks were deeply
embedded in her buttocks, further highlighting her alluring curves. The water droplets on her skin shimmered with a sensual glow.

I was stunned. No matter how many times or thousands of times I had seen Ms. Ping's body before, I would
fall for her again without hesitation.

In that fleeting moment of distraction, I saw your mother shift her body slightly, her slender hands moving near her buttocks
, as if fiddling with the meager fabric that could barely be called swim trunks, seemingly finding it a bit of a nuisance.

It was then that I noticed your uncle sitting behind her on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread apart, seemingly
making room for your mother to sit. I found it strange; no matter how close the siblings were, this
sitting posture was far too ambiguous. Then, an object I saw made my breath catch in my throat—a pair of men's swim trunks.

Keep in mind, there was no one else in the surrounding bathtubs, so these swim trunks could only belong to one person
—your uncle. In other words, right now, very close to Ms. Ping—your mother—her own brother
is completely naked, closely observing her beautiful, mature body, watching her
sway and pose , while a large, thick penis is likely pointing directly at Ms. Ping's secret garden.

Who could resist the stimulation of such a scene? My lower body instantly swelled to 120% blood
flow , but then, my mind went blank for a moment because I saw your mother raise her full, ripe
buttocks and slowly, without the slightest hesitation, sit down in your uncle's lap, splashing water and
masking any rustling or impact sounds.

By the moonlight, I saw Teacher Ping resting her hands on your uncle's knees, nestled in his arms, her
breasts firm and unyielding, her lips slightly parted, forming a silent "oh...", her eyes revealing an unspeakable,
confused desire. Then, amidst the constantly rippling water, one could clearly see a beautiful, fair body
rising and falling, seemingly without end.

Tonight is destined to be long…

(To be continued)

(II)

Yang Ge's Chapter (Part 2)

Tonight, for some reason, under the exceptionally clear moonlight, in this small bathhouse named "Pure Water Lotus," surrounded by trees and boulders and with only one entrance
, the surface of the water…

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