【Frankincense Temptation】(1)

(I)

Recently, out of boredom, I flipped through a collection of Song Dynasty poems. While casually browsing, I kept pondering

the ending of Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo": "Looking back at the desolate place I came from, returning, there is neither wind nor rain, neither sunshine nor gloom." The more I pondered it, the more I

felt , and fragments of the past involuntarily flooded my mind. The ups and downs of life, the joys and sorrows of emotions,

gained a new understanding in my mind.

This article will be written in the form of recollection. Sensitive elements such as real place names that easily evoke associations

will be moved elsewhere, as everyone understands.

I was born in a city in the Jiangnan region, a place of bustling prosperity and gentle wealth. Let me briefly introduce my family

situation. I have an older sister and a younger sister. My father was a fisherman. When I was very young, our fishing boat

encountered a storm, and my father tragically perished, leaving only the four of us women and children to struggle to survive.

Influenced by my family situation, before high school, I was a very obedient child, somewhat introverted, and

somewhat insecure. Regarding sex, I was vaguely curious, without any strong desire. This

situation completely changed after I entered high school.

I don't remember when I started to become obsessed with erotic novels passed around among my classmates. Back then, classmates

would recommend and borrow books from each other, and discuss them in their spare time. It was also around that time that I

learned masturbate.

From then on, I began to pay attention to the women in my family. My mother was a traditional woman from Jiangnan, the kind of reserved

housewife with a gentle temperament, but a proud personality at heart, outwardly gentle but inwardly strong. She didn't

smile much, but when she did, she was very beautiful. She worked in a nearby textile factory.

My older sister was three years older than me. To ease the family's burden, she dropped out of high school and soon married a

long-distance truck driver. She had just given birth to a daughter.

Speaking of my brother-in-law, he really didn't know anything about romance. In my eyes, he was rigid, dull, and taciturn.

It was obvious that my sister and he didn't have much in common. I really couldn't understand

why would choose to marry him.

What angered and baffled me even more was that he actually abandoned my sister, who was breastfeeding, and went off to drive

long distances again, being away from home for more than twenty days a month. So, my sister simply took her child and moved back to her parents' house

to live with us.

We lived in a typical company dormitory; these houses weren't big, only a few dozen square meters, with

one room, one bathroom, and a long corridor-style kitchen. After my father passed away, our family's finances became

much tighter. In her spare time, my mother would use the sewing machine at home to make everything from curtains and tablecloths to handkerchiefs and underwear

.

Since they were homemade, they were naturally very simple, saving fabric, and just enough to wear. Especially the homemade underwear,

thinking about it now, is quite interesting. The underwear had no elastic band, it was loose, and the waistband

was . So taking off the pants was very easy; just pull the strap, and the pants would fall down. It was very simple,

but it made things very convenient for me, whether it was my own or theirs.

Because there was only one room with two beds, one large and one small, my parents used to share one bed, while my siblings

and I squeezed into the other, which was very uncomfortable. Whenever my father came home, a curtain would be used to separate us.

At that time , I didn't understand why my mother did this, but later I understood a little. After my father

died, my mother simply put the two beds together, making it much more comfortable for everyone.

Even this time, when my sister came home with her child, we could all sleep comfortably together. Since I learned to masturbate,

I started looking at my mother with a changed gaze. My mother has a habit of bathing every day. I

didn't pay attention to it , but now, after bathing, my mother is truly charming and beautiful, like a lotus emerging from the water!

When my mother was young, she was known as the most beautiful woman in the factory, with long, glossy black hair, arched eyebrows

, and eyes like autumn water. Her cheeks were slightly flushed after bathing; this exquisite face

captivated ! Although she's nearing forty, she's still as beautiful as a flower, her eyes still captivating, and her

full figure exudes the unique charm of a mature woman.

My mother has a light blue nightgown, a gift from my father when he returned from abroad. She

loves wearing it, especially after a bath.

The thin blue nightgown clings tightly to her mature, graceful, and slightly damp body, creating

a striking visual impact. Two barely visible straps hang on her rounded, slender shoulders,

and her fair, tender arms, like pink lotus roots, are slightly raised, gently pressing against her large, firm breasts.

The thin blue nightgown can't conceal the trembling of her breasts as she moves, like freshly peeled chicken

breast , and the two protruding, bright red nipples, like ripe grapes waiting to be picked, are incredibly

alluring, bewitching.

My mother's breasts are so full and soft that they sway

up and down with her swaying waist. At first glance, all that could be seen was a deep, white, and unfathomable cleavage.

Looking further down, the hem of the light blue nightgown clung gently to the mother's round, full buttocks,

making her perfectly alluring hips appear incredibly elastic. Her round, full buttocks

covered most of the nightgown.

The sheer fabric, however, added

a touch of softness and comfort to the mother's full, elastic buttocks beneath the nightgown. Her round, perky buttocks instantly aroused the urge to

caress them, to truly feel the raw beauty of her flesh.

The nightgown only covered her plump, rounded buttocks, leaving her two long, slender

, and fair legs completely exposed. Firm and long, evenly proportioned, fair yet elastic—this was

the most direct sensory impression of the mother's legs. No effort was needed to seduce them; anyone could feel

how incredibly sexy, soft, and full-bodied her exposed legs were.

Ten perfectly white toes, as delicate as her mother's face, playfully peeked

out from her slippers. Each nail displayed a healthy pink hue,

radiating an alluring glow under the dim incandescent light of the room.

A light blue nightgown, a refined face, a high, firm bust, a flat, soft belly, and long, graceful legs...

Her thighs and round, pert buttocks created a visually stunning and impactful effect. This made my mother

, a stunningly beautiful woman from Jiangnan with a unique charm, instantly draw

attention . I believe countless men dreamt of her, pinning her beneath them and

reveling in her exquisite body.

My sister inherited these advantages from my mother; her buttocks were large and round, swaying gracefully with every step,

exuding extreme sexiness. Especially after marriage, her figure gained a voluptuous beauty, making her incredibly alluring

. Now, my sister exudes a milky fragrance that would ignite any man's desire, filling the small

house with its aroma.

At home, for the convenience of breastfeeding, my sister would wear a loose, white, sheer short-sleeved blouse.

Because the blouse was so thin, seemingly loose, her exceptionally large breasts

still felt the constraint of the light fabric.

Beneath the sheer fabric, her full, alluringly elastic breasts rose

and fell gently with her rhythmic breathing, creating ripples that unintentionally exuded seduction, stirring strange emotions within me

from time to time .

My sister liked to wear tight-fitting sheer pants, which accentuated her long, shapely legs,

perfectly outlining their curves.

I always felt that such beautiful legs would be neither too plump nor too thin, and what was even more remarkable was

the sheer elasticity of the pants, which irresistibly tempted me to reach out and touch them.

Through the sheer pants, I could clearly see the homemade shorts that clung to her ample hips.

Before going to bed, my mother usually wouldn't wear her bathrobe. Once her hair was dry, she would

take it off and put on a loose vest. When changing into her vest, she would sit on the edge of the bed, her back to

us, taking off her bathrobe and putting it on.

I'd seen it countless times before, but I was too young to understand much and didn't bother to look.

Nothing amiss. But now it's different. This time of night is the moment I look forward to most. Sometimes I

'll do my homework or review at the table, looking at myself in the mirror. More often, I'll lie in

bed , quietly waiting for this moment.

Perhaps because my mother works in the textile factory, sheltered from the wind and rain, her skin has always been incredibly

beautiful—fair and delicate. I love the moment when she takes off her robe and puts on a vest, revealing her

entire back. At that moment, I can glimpse her rounded breasts and

smooth, white back skin from under her armpits.

My gaze travels from her soft, supple shoulders down her perfect spine, flowing over her jade-

like back, and my penis rises on cue, my mouth dry.

Then, my mother will use her full, lotus-root-like arms to pull the vest over her body, but her arms will remain

outside , captivating my senses and making it impossible for me to look away. My mother's vest was very loose, and

when she raised her arms, I could inadvertently see the sparse, dark underarm hair against her fair skin

, creating a striking visual contrast that often made me unconsciously place my hand on my penis.

Following the underarm hair downwards, I could clearly see her full breasts through the gap in the vest, and sometimes, if

I was lucky , I could even see her pale pink areolas and rounded nipples. At those moments, my hand

would start stroking them…

Now, with my older sister breastfeeding, my mother helps her nurse after changing her vest.

My little niece is very well-behaved; she only cries before feeding, and most of the time, she stares around

with her big, bright eyes, looking around adorably.

When she nurses, my sister never avoids me; I guess in her eyes, I'll always be that well-behaved

little child. Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity, lying in bed, watching intently with wide eyes.

The older sister gently lifted her thin gauze blouse, revealing a pair of snow-white, full breasts. Her trembling

breasts were dazzlingly white, as translucent as jade. The areolas were rosy and tender, only the size of a one-yuan coin, perfectly

proportioned. The nipples were pink with a slight tinge of purple, and a little milky white fluid oozed from their tips

.

Then, the older sister skillfully placed that pink nipple into the baby's mouth, and the baby stopped crying and

quietly began to nurse. The aroma of milk filled the room, growing stronger. With the baby suckling,

the older sister's snow-white breasts became even more prominent.

Sometimes I would unconsciously look at my own hands, feeling that one hand could never fully grasp them—

full , round, and plump, their beautiful curves and perfect shape evoked countless fantasies.

Once the baby calmed down, my older sister would chat with my mother. Seeing me watching her breastfeed with curiosity,

she would sometimes tease me, "Little Yue (my nickname), do you want to nurse too?" I would then shyly

burrow under the covers, one hand covering my chest, feeling my heart pounding, while the other hand rubbed even

faster .

I remember once, while my sister was breastfeeding, the baby suddenly released her nipple and coughed

. My sister quickly patted the baby's back to help him catch his breath and prevent him from choking.

As a result, some of the milk in the baby's mouth and stomach sprayed onto my sister

's chest and clothes, and then flowed down her smooth abdomen onto her underwear.

Seeing this, my mother quickly fetched a towel, moistened it with warm water, and handed it to my sister. My sister wiped

the milk sprayed onto her chest by the baby. Perhaps the rolled-up sheer top was in the way, so she put down the towel, grabbed the top

with both hands, and pulled it up,

revealing her completely naked upper body.

My pupils dilated more than twice their normal size as I stared intently at her alluring, half-naked body, momentarily

forgetting to breathe and swallowing hard.

Her upper body, with its fragrant, jade-like skin, possessed incredibly beautiful curves. Her full

breasts were exquisitely translucent, standing erect in the air. Her rosy nipples, erect from the baby's suckling,

resembled two luscious, bright red cherries, trembling slightly with her breath.

Because my sister lifted her arms as she undressed, her already perky breasts became

even more full and alluring, and the rosy nipples

appeared even more delicate. I stared intently at the sparse black armpit hair under her arms, which

resembled The combination of her fair skin and armpit hair was truly captivating!

My sister picked up the towel again and began gently wiping the milk that had sprayed onto her breasts

. With her gentle wiping, her breasts, though she used very light force, were incredibly soft

and elastic.

Her snow-white, delicate breasts changed into various alluring shapes under her touch. No matter how

they changed, they quickly returned to their original perky form.

Moreover, perhaps because there was still a considerable amount of milk remaining, a little bit of whitish fluid occasionally seeped from her bright red nipples

. However, this was quickly wiped away by my sister.

After wiping the fluid from her breasts, my sister began wiping the white milk that was flowing down her lower abdomen. My sister

's abdomen was smooth and delicate, without an ounce of excess fat, like solidified white jade.

In the center of her flat, firm belly was a beautifully shaped, alluring navel. The "T"-shaped

navel , like a blooming flower, was the perfect finishing touch, making her entire abdomen appear graceful and captivating.

Seeing this, my eyes twitched uncontrollably, my Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly

, and my manhood hardened like iron…

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