A promiscuous family

My family consists of only three members: me, my mother, and my grandmother. We are exactly fifteen years apart in age, but it doesn't feel like a significant age difference;
it's the way we address each other that creates the distance between us.
My grandmother is of French descent; her parents settled in the United States before she was born. Her life was incredibly difficult. When she was six, both her parents passed away,
leaving her alone in an orphanage. As far as I can
remember, I rarely saw my grandmother smile. She was lonely and melancholic, perhaps due to her unhappy childhood. At fifteen, she was unfortunately seduced and lost her virginity, and soon after, she was abandoned. The perpetrator was a Chinese sailor. Of course, this was only the beginning of
her unfortunate life, and this beginning led to her pregnancy.
Later, a wealthy family took pity on her and took her in, hiring her as a maid. They treated her very well, like their own daughter. My grandmother
was a hard-working woman and well-liked by her employers (I later learned that this family had ulterior motives; they were after my grandmother's youth and beauty and often
made unreasonable demands on her at parties. My grandmother not only had to deal with them but also endure their insults. Alone
and with a young daughter, she could only bear it all). Eventually, they adopted her, making her a member of their family.
Fortunately, this wealthy family had no descendants of their own. After their death, my grandmother, as their adopted daughter, inherited their entire fortune, which was perhaps some compensation for
the past .
My mother was spoiled by my grandmother from a young age, and her adoptive parents also loved her dearly. However, strangely, my mother grew up in a sexually promiscuous family. She
must have witnessed many lewd scenes as a child, knowing that many wonderful things could happen between men and women, yet she remained pure until she was
fifteen. At that unfortunate age, my mother was raped by a middle-aged scholar in a library, resulting in the birth of me. Poor me, to this day, I still don't know
who my father is.
My mother and grandmother raised me together, but I wasn't fortunate enough to enjoy their doting love. They were very strict with me, demanding
independence and assertiveness in everything I did. I loved them dearly, and they loved me too. Although their demands were strict, I didn't resent them; I knew
they meant well. So, I was independent from a young age. While I could ask them for anything I wanted and for help, I usually
overcame all difficulties through my own efforts.
Until I was fifteen, my life was fulfilling and normal.
However, things don't always go as planned.
As the saying goes, "A woman is in her prime at forty," and although my grandmother was forty-five, she didn't look old at all. Instead, she became increasingly beautiful and charming
, exuding the allure of a mature woman—the kind of woman who seemed cultured yet alluring. Perhaps due to her French heritage, my grandmother
possessed an innate romantic and elegant temperament. Although her expression was often melancholic, it added a touch of tranquility and refinement.
My grandmother's hair was originally golden with a slight gray tinge, but she liked to let it flow freely. I've seen her hair in various shades, including brown, black, and bright red,
but my favorite was a more natural reddish-brown. Grandma also loved washing her hair. I loved watching her languid look after a wash; her hair
was curled into bunches that reached her shoulders, and a faint blush graced her face, making her exceptionally charming.
Grandma liked to let her long hair hang down, freely cascading down her back. She disliked tying it up or letting it fall loosely in front of her; she
thought it was ridiculous. What I loved most was running my fingers through Grandma's long hair, braiding it for her.
I often buried my head in Grandma's soft, long hair, inhaling its intoxicating fragrance. Grandma also loved to toss her long hair, letting the ends gently
brush against my shoulders, my chest, my lower abdomen, and my genitals. When Grandma held my enormous penis in her hand, she would always let down her long hair,
wrapping the strands around my thick penis, and then I couldn't resist pouncing on it… Of course, all of this happened later.
Grandma's face had soft curves, making her appear somewhat delicate, but her eyes were bright and piercing, as if they could see
right through you. When she stared at you, you felt a sense of guilt and shame. Her eyebrows were light, gently arched upwards, and slanted
between . When I kissed her neck and delicate little mouth, her small, straight nose would slightly upturn, looking incredibly cute.
Grandma's lips were small and exquisite, thin but very sensual. When you kissed or licked them, you could feel their softness and moisture,
especially when you saw them holding your penis; you felt like you were dreaming. Grandma's face was round, a stark contrast to Mom's, a feeling even more pronounced when you kissed
them .
Grandma's neck was long and slender, with some wrinkles already visible, but her skin remained soft and smooth. She said that the right amount of wrinkles helped
absorb my semen better. If I rubbed my penis against her breasts, she would definitely let me ejaculate on her neck and chin, and then smear my semen
all over her body .
Grandma's breasts weren't large, but they were very firm and elastic. If we did breast sex, her breasts could just hold my penis
. Her nipples were bright red, not at all like an elderly woman's. Her areolas were the size of silver coins, with tiny nipples adorning them, looking very
cute, making one want to open their mouth and bite them. I loved to put Grandma's little nipples in my mouth, savoring them, feeling them slowly harden, and then a
light milky fluid would flow out.
Grandma had a very neat figure, not very tall, but with very beautiful curves. Her waist was slender and supple, her abdomen flat and smooth, and time hadn't
left any marks on her body. Her hips were full but not large, and the muscles in her thighs were slightly loose, very soft to the touch, with a good feel, but
lacking elasticity. Her vulva was very full, it was my paradise. When I put my face close, I could fully feel its warmth and moisture. Grandma's
pubic area was covered with fine pubic hair, but the color of the hair varied; it was golden around the entrance, turning gray closer to the opening. Sometimes
, when Grandma and Mom were ovulating at the same time, Grandma would clamp my penis between her legs, while Mom, behind Grandma, would suck on my glans,
swallowing everything I ejaculated.
Grandma's legs were somewhat thin but very long; when she clamped them around me, I had no choice but to surrender. Grandma's body was
one of the two most beautiful bodies in the world in my opinion; of course, the other belonged to my mother, and that was a completely different story.
My mother was thirty years old, with a beautiful face. Although she was middle-aged, her body still maintained the posture of a young girl; she looked more youthful than she actually was.
Much younger than her age, if she said she was only twenty, no one would doubt it.
As I said, my mother is of mixed Chinese and French descent, but leans more towards Chinese. Her hair is jet black and shiny, neatly hanging over her shoulders. Her
face is round like my grandmother's, but much fuller, very fleshy, and her skin is delicate, fair with a rosy glow, very cute. Without a close look, you would definitely think
she was really Chinese. I love kissing my mother's little mouth the most; her kisses are sweet and warm, with an indescribable intoxicating feeling. When we make love, she and my grandmother will
suck my penis with their mouths. They look somewhat similar, but their techniques are quite different.
My mother's figure also inherits the characteristics of Eastern people: petite and delicate, with soft lines, a size smaller than my grandmother, but the only exception is her breasts. Although
my mother 's breasts cannot be called huge, they are exceptionally full, even larger than my grandmother's. Her nipples are lovely cherry red, adorning two upright
hills, like two ripe cherries. My mother's nipples are her erogenous zones. When I deliberately lick and suck them, she gets itchy all over and begs
me to stop.
Her lower abdomen is flat and spacious, incredibly elastic; when I touch it, I can feel the passion within. My mother loves to have breast sex with me, tightly clamping my large penis between her
full breasts, squeezing hard, until I ejaculate on her lower abdomen. Then she spreads it evenly on her body and
breasts, letting my grandmother lick it clean, saying it helps maintain the skin's smoothness and elasticity. My mother's buttocks are pointed and perky, not particularly full, but very fleshy. When
they both lie down and I slap them with my palms, the sound from my mother's buttocks is much louder.
My mother's thighs have the firmness and fullness that young people are proud of; when her legs are together, there's not a single gap. My mother's feet are small and cute, and
very flexible. You've probably never heard of or seen someone ejaculate with their feet, have you? My mother can. She often clamped my penis between her legs and rubbed it
vigorously as nimbly as a hand.
Oh, just thinking about it makes me swell!
Okay, I've described Grandma and Mom's bodies and appearances in detail. Whatever you think, I think that's enough. Although it might seem a bit
cheesy , they were much more beautiful in real life than I described.
Enough of the digression, let me tell you how we transformed from a conservative, reserved family into a dissolute and promiscuous one. It
all started when I was fifteen.
As usual, I went straight home after school without going anywhere else.
It was early spring, the air was fresh, the weather was pleasant, and the sky was a clear blue—a beautiful day, as usual. On days like this,
Grandma would usually leisurely water the flowers and weed in the garden, or wander around, breathing in the fresh air. My mother mostly hid in her workshop, sewing and mending.
When she was in a good mood, she'd paint a few pictures. Although it was a bit boring, it was enough to pass the time for a woman who had no worries about food and clothing.
But today seemed different. I didn't see anyone when I entered. Grandma wasn't in the garden, and Mom
wasn't in her usual workroom either. It was as if they had both vanished at the same time.
The yard and garden were empty. I went inside and searched every room downstairs, but couldn't find a single person. I figured they might have
gone to see an exhibition or gone shopping again; it wasn't the first time this had happened. So I shrugged and went back to my room.
We lived in a large house with three floors. I lived on the top floor, which was like an attic, only a much larger one.
My room occupied almost half of the top floor and was very spacious. Of course, I had specially installed a ladder that went down to the second floor so
I could always spot someone coming up.
I have some toys, but not many; after all, I'm not a child anymore. I subscribe to some sports magazines, mainly about basketball. I love sports, especially
basketball, so there are some exercise equipment and a few basketballs in my room.
Overall, I haven't disappointed my grandma and mom; their strict upbringing was right. I basically have no bad habits,
I get excellent , and I'm quite good at sports. Compared to those precocious boys these days, I never read pornographic comics, adult books, or any of that utterly boring
stuff.
In short, I'm a good kid inside and out.
I went up to the second floor and headed towards the stairs leading to my room. The stairs were at the end of the hallway, and I had to pass my grandma's room first.
My grandma's room was on the left side of the stairs, while my mom's room was on the right. This sometimes caused me inconvenience because I sometimes watched
sports on TV late into the night, and to avoid waking them, I had to tiptoe past their rooms. I
know which planks on the second-floor floor make a creaking sound when I step on them, and which don't.
I passed by Grandma's room with the door slightly ajar, and heard some strange noises coming from inside.
You might be thinking, "Just another peeping tom. It's such a cliché. Almost every incest story starts with a peep. Can't we come up with
something ?" I can only apologize, because that's the truth. I wanted something new too, but that's how it all began. I can't fabricate a
beginning I didn't experience.
Curious, I quietly opened the door a crack and peeked inside. The sight before me utterly shocked me.
Mom was lying on the bed, legs wide open, and Grandma was on top of her, in a 69 position. Grandma's face was directly facing Mom's vulva. I
couldn't see Mom's face, but I figured she was in the same situation as Grandma.
Instinctively, I closed the door, leaving only a tiny crack so I could just see what was happening inside.
I couldn't believe that my usually serious and proper grandmother and mother would do such a thing. In my memory, they always avoided talking about sex, and
when they did, they would only mention it briefly. They never revealed their views on sex to me. But I knew that my mother
hated men ever since she was raped. So, despite many suitors over the years, she always turned a blind eye. Coupled with their strict upbringing,
I also became serious about sex. I rarely had girlfriends at school, let alone had any sexual experience.
But what I was seeing now truly shocked me. My reason told me that I should quietly close the door, go back to my room,
and pretend nothing had happened. But my body wouldn't obey me. My eyes were fixed on my grandmother and mother's naked bodies, and my hand involuntarily reached
for my pants.
As a young man full of vigor, although I wasn't usually very attentive to sex, there were always quite a few casual friends among my classmates, and through what I'd seen and heard,
I'd learned quite a bit.
I knew that vigorously rubbing my genitals could bring me pleasure; I'd even seen a few classmates do it in class and heard
them say it felt great.
I unzipped my pants, reached inside my shorts, and touched another part of myself that didn't lie—it had somehow "grown up,"
a warm, large lump to my touch.
In the room, Grandma and Mom were just licking each other's vaginal openings; they'd clearly only just begun, but both looked very
happy . Grandma and Mom were usually quite talkative, or rather, gossipy, when they were happy, but now they were unusually quiet, not uttering a word, just silently licking
each other's bulging clefts.
My genitals kept swelling, so large that I could barely hold them in my hand, making my underwear bulge high.
I felt uneasy about this inappropriate impulse. I secretly condemned myself for peeping at Grandma and Mom's secret, but subconsciously I desperately
wanted to keep watching. I even felt a kind of immoral pleasure. Oh, how depraved I had become!
Mom bent her knees, bracing her feet on the bed, and lifted her body. Grandma released Mom's vulva and instead attacked Mom's toes
, sucking them gently.
Mom stopped writhing and began to caress herself with her fingers. She reached over and touched her vulva, spreading her
thick .
Grandma saw this, but only gave Mom an understanding smile and continued to suck on Mom's rounded toes.
Mom slowly inserted her index finger into her spread vulva, then thrust, stirred, and dug forcefully, emitting sexy and alluring
moans made my heart race outside the door, as if it were about to jump out.
Mom fiddled with her finger for a while before pulling it out and bringing it to her lips. Her finger was covered in a clear, viscous liquid.
Mom glanced at Grandma, letting out a few cloying moans, as if reminding her. Then she stuck out her tongue and gently
licked which was covered in the love fluid, her face full of ecstasy.
She put her finger in her mouth, deliberately making "tsk tsk" sucking sounds, her tongue constantly moving inside.
Grandma couldn't resist releasing Mom's toes, turning around to face Mom, and then meeting Mom's sexy little mouth.
Grandma's tongue slid into Mom's mouth, cleaning the filth off her finger. I only saw the two tongues swirling in Mom's mouth,
but the "tsk tsk" sound stimulated my ears, making every pore on my body contract sharply.
It turned out that the pairing of two women was so stimulating and interesting.
Grandma was clearly much more experienced; while her mouth was intertwined with Mom's, her hands also began to move.
Her hands slid over her mother's full breasts, down her flat stomach, and finally to her wet vulva.
Her mother's long, black hair fell across her face and chest, covered in sweat and vaginal fluid, entwining with the tongue of her grandmother as she licked her body and lips.
Her grandmother withdrew her mother's fingers from her mouth and guided them into her own vagina, stirring them vigorously to coat them with her own sticky fluid. She
then sucked on them or smeared them on her breasts, kneading them vigorously.
Her grandmother's lips met her mother's already erect breasts, her tongue circling the base of her breasts, constantly stimulating
her body.
The circles grew smaller and smaller until the tip of her tongue touched her mother's cherry-red nipple, then she used the tip of her tongue to lick her erect nipple.
Soon, Grandma's tongue moved slower and slower until finally, her mouth completely enveloped Mom's breast. She then began
to suckle Mom's already very sensitive breast forcefully, while her fingers slid into Mom's vagina, thrusting in and out forcefully.
Mom moaned excitedly, her head swaying from side to side, her buttocks thrusting upwards, rubbing against Grandma's fingers inside her vagina.
The naked, lewd scene before me gave me immense stimulation. I couldn't move my body at all, and I had forgotten to rub my hard penis,
only gripping it tightly with my hand, pinching it hard…
Just as Mom's body began to tremble violently with excitement, Grandma suddenly stopped sucking Mom's breast, raised her head, reached into
a , and took out a rod-shaped object. Looking closely, it looked exactly like my own male genitalia, though it seemed smaller, but
much longer.
Grandma held it in her hand, and at the same time took out something else from the drawer, but I couldn't see clearly what it was; it looked like a bottle.
I watched as Grandma poured something from the bottle onto her hand and then smeared it on the dildo. I guessed it was some kind of lubricant.
The thought of Grandma inserting this lifeless thing into Mom's tender vagina filled me with excitement, but then
a : this lifeless thing had transformed into my own thick, hard penis, thrusting violently into Mom's alluring vagina.
I was startled by this sudden, lewd thought, but before any self-reproach could form, a wave of lustful pleasure washed over me.
Oh, if that were the case, I'd die happy!
This intense thought of betraying morality and ethics fueled me; I felt a surge of heat in my genitals and unconsciously ejaculated hot semen into my pants.
The dildo was thin and long, a full size smaller than mine. Grandma held one end with one hand, and with the other, she spread Mom's wet vagina, then
gently inserted the other end of the dildo into Mom's vagina.
Only then did I realize my hands were sticky and covered in a slimy fluid; I knew I had ejaculated.
I wanted to leave, but my body wouldn't obey me. I had never seen anything like this before. For a mere fifteen-year-old, this
was too early, too stimulating.
I didn't know what they would do next. I figured I'd know about these things eventually, so sooner is better than later. I
comforted myself with this thought and continued watching.
Grandma slowly inserted the entire dildo into Mom's wet vagina. Mom moaned softly, telling Grandma it hurt a little. I thought Mom's vagina
must be very narrow; even something so small hurt. I wondered how she would react if my extra-large penis were inside.
Oh, how could I think like that! Am I becoming bad?!
Grandma comforted Mom while slowly moving the dildo in and out.
Mom closed her eyes, but the expression on her face told me she was enjoying it.
Grandma continued to thrust the dildo into Mom's vagina, and Mom moaned continuously, her buttocks twisting from side to side, her vagina constantly flowing with fluid. Watching from outside the door,
I felt extremely uncomfortable, wanting to push open the door, rush in, and hug and caress Mom.
After a few minutes of thrusting, Grandma stood up, straddled Mom, spread her legs, and used one hand to pry open her own vagina, then
sat down directly onto the other end of the dildo that was still inserted in Mom's vagina.
I almost gasped outside the door; the scene was too erotic and stimulating.
"Grandma is so clever!" I exclaimed.
Grandma's body rose and fell, her face quickly turning rosy; clearly, this action brought her great pleasure.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, heavy breathing escaped her nose, and her lower body heaved violently. Looking at her mother, she saw that her movements
were even more frenzied, her hands kneading and squeezing her full breasts, her buttocks thrusting upwards with all her might.
The two women writhed wildly like this. Grandma leaned down and kissed Mom's lips, their tongues instantly intertwining passionately.
Mom's hands reached for Grandma's buttocks, gripping her two plump, white buttocks tightly, pressing them forcefully against her body. Their lower bodies
collided violently, producing a loud "thump, thump" sound, and their moans grew increasingly frenzied.
I knew their climax was approaching, and it was also time for me to leave.
I had seen something I shouldn't have seen—Grandma and Mom's secret.
I had inadvertently stumbled upon their privacy. If they looked towards the door now, they would surely see these eyes, burning with lust, behind it.
I couldn't imagine the consequences of being discovered, so I chose to avoid them.
I quietly closed the door and went back to my room, feeling dizzy.
That night, I masturbated for the first time in my life, ejaculating three times. My mind kept replaying images of my grandmother and mother's snow-white, intertwined bodies.
I figured my mother and grandmother hadn't noticed me peeping at them, because I'd always been a good child and wouldn't do anything I shouldn't. If they had
, they would have scolded me angrily.
That happened on Wednesday, but until Saturday, the only thing I did every night was imagine my mother and grandmother's beautiful bodies, frantically
rubbing my increasingly large penis, and then spraying my hot semen everywhere.
I felt like I had suddenly discovered the greatest pleasure in life, and I was addicted to it. I started buying a lot of pornography, especially
incestuous .
I began to fantasize about my mother and grandmother and started plotting how to possess their bodies.
I now truly regret not having the courage to push open the door and barge in. If I had, perhaps I would have already gotten what I wanted—a scene straight out of many
erotic novels.
But I knew I wouldn't dare, even if the door had been wide open.
The deeply ingrained mother-son and elder-relative relationship, along with the societal moral education, formed a natural, insurmountable barrier for me. Though
it seemed within reach, I never had the courage to break through this paper-thin membrane.
However, upon reflection, I realize that my mother and grandmother's relationship must have a long history; I just hadn't noticed it before, or perhaps I hadn't grown up yet. Now,
looking at their daily interactions with a new perspective, I discover many things worth reflecting on.
They've always been very close (I initially thought it was just a mother-daughter bond, and it seems that's indeed the case), and they often spend time alone together,
sometimes even sleeping together, but I never considered the other layer of meaning.
It seems I've been quite oblivious.
I've found myself increasingly afraid to face my mother and grandmother. I keep condemning my unhealthy thoughts, but my
longing for their bodies grows stronger every day. I know it's wrong, but I can't control my mind from thinking about these things.
Even though I don't face them, we still have to see each other every day, and the three meals a day are unavoidable.
This day was the weekend. I got up for breakfast and found my mother dressed up. I remembered her habit of going to the flea market on weekends.
I know that although our family is quite wealthy, my mother always likes to buy secondhand things. Every weekend, she goes to the nearby flea market to find
antiques and trinkets that catch her eye, and she stays there all day, not returning until evening.
I'm really afraid to see my mother now; I wish I didn't have to see her all day.
My grandmother's attire is always very elegant and graceful.
Today, she wore a very elegant black dress, zipped up from the back. She wore black stockings that perfectly
outlined her beautiful leg curves.
Unlike my mother, my grandmother wore makeup, but it was very light, almost imperceptible even upon close inspection. She looked remarkably vibrant, radiating
the charm of a mature woman.
I was already quite used to this kind of attire; I knew she often attended social events on weekends, so her clothing was
different . But I thought her outfit today was particularly striking, almost stunning.
I knew this was because of my unstable mental state these past few days, which gave me this unusual feeling. I also knew I'd have to
make a scene when I got back to my room, otherwise I'd feel terrible all day.
"Is anyone coming today? Is it the French ambassador?" I asked casually, trying to hide my inner turmoil.
Grandma managed to suppress the smile that was already creeping onto her face and said, "No, child. There's just an art exhibition in town, and I'd like to go see it. Young man,
if you're interested, why don't you come with Grandma?"
"Ignore him, Mom," my mother chimed in. "He doesn't understand; all he knows is eating."
The conversation was interrupted. My mother's words were practically insulting; she had never spoken so sarcastically to my face before.
I ate in silence, ignoring my mother and grandma. Grandma gave my mother a reproachful look, and my mother, realizing she had gone too far, quickly
finished breakfast, gave me a pleading kiss on the lips, left me bewildered, and went off to her market without looking back.
After Grandma finished eating, she invited me to go to the art exhibition with her again, but I declined. Grandma didn't insist, and left after clearing away the dishes.
I wandered around aimlessly for a while, then went back to my room to finish my homework.
Although I was aroused today and desperately wanted to ejaculate, I insisted on finishing my homework because I knew it would enhance my pleasure,
and the more I endured, the more I would ejaculate.
I had just closed my book, pushed my chair away from the desk, and unzipped my pants. Before I could even pull out my already hard penis, I heard
someone calling my name.
I quickly zipped it up and went downstairs to the second floor. I saw my grandmother's door open, and her voice came from inside, repeatedly calling my name.
I went over and saw her standing in front of the mirror.
"I need your help, child, I can't unzip my pants," my grandmother said. "It's urgent, I can't wait until I get back. You wouldn't believe
how popular that art exhibition is these days, honey, what are you standing there for? Help me unzip my pants!"
Of course, I had helped my grandmother and mother with their zippers many times before, but back then my mind was pure, without any dirty thoughts.
However, ever since I saw them embracing naked, my feelings changed. I
avoided touching their bodies as much as possible because I didn't trust my hands. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself and would do something inappropriate.
"Hmm—hmm, can't you really undo it yourself, Grandma?"
Grandma turned around, touched my forehead with the back of her hand, and said with some doubt, "Child, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so red? Are you feeling
unwell? Why are you talking nonsense? Don't you think, if I could undo it myself, why would I have called you here?"
"I thought so."
I walked behind Grandma, standing very close, so close that I could hardly undo the zipper on her back.
I could feel the warm breath emanating from Grandma, mixed with a faint, mature woman's fragrance, assaulting my olfactory nerves. My
mind went blank, and my penis involuntarily hardened, pushing the front of my pants high.
In a daze, I gripped the zipper and instinctively pulled it down—
time seemed to stand still. The sound of the zipper sliding slowly reached my ears, and I deliberately pulled very, very slowly.
I told Grandma the zipper was hard to open, but my eyes were glued to Grandma's snow-white, smooth body as the zipper gradually opened.
With each pull of my fingers, Grandma's beautiful back was revealed, more and more. Grandma's skin was incredibly white, and because I was so close, I could
clearly see that although Grandma was forty-five years old, she was very well-maintained. Her skin was still delicate, with clear texture, and her back was very smooth with soft curves
. Especially the faint warmth emanating from her skin, which warmed my palms, made me even more infatuated.
The zipper opened wider and wider, and gradually Grandma's shoulders were revealed. Her slender neck looked particularly alluring against her bare back, making me want to
bite her snow-white, pink neck.
The zipper was pulled open further, completely exposing Grandma's thin shoulders to my lustful gaze. My tongue throbbed, longing to lick them hard and
then gently caress them with my hands.
Finally, the zipper was pulled all the way down, revealing the symmetrical curves of Grandma's body through her straight spine. The curve where her hips met her buttocks formed a deep arc,
like a valley, making me want to bury my face in it, to smell, lick, bite, rub, and so on.
I stood there, completely absorbed in my wicked and lewd fantasies.
I don't know how long I stood there, my hands gripping the zipper tightly.
"Is it done?" Grandma asked, turning her head slightly.
I became even more confused, my eyes following the slight trembling of her earlobes.
"Oh, not...not yet," I replied instinctively, but under my astonished gaze, my hand slid to Grandma's shoulder, parting her clothes to
the sides.
Oh, I swear my brain never gave such a command!
"Darling!! What are you doing!!??" Grandma exclaimed.
I was speechless, unable to utter a word.
But my lips once again defied my mind, gently pressing against Grandma's smooth, soft shoulder, my tongue involuntarily licking the graceful
curve of her back, roaming back and forth on her smooth, warm skin.
Grandma trembled, trying to turn around, but my hands gripped her upper arms tightly, preventing her from moving an inch.
"Oh, my good grandson, if you really want to flirt with your grandma, you should at least kiss me first..."
I suddenly snapped back to reality.
Oh, what have I done! My filthy hands have defiled Grandma's—my mother's mother's—pure shoulder! I, this despicable wretch,
have done something immoral to my own grandmother! I must be going crazy! Grandma will definitely tell Mom, and then Mom will be furious, she'll kick me
out of the house... and then I...
My mind instantly went blank again.
Oh no, wait, I think I heard Grandma say something strange. What was it? I can't remember. It didn't seem like anything bad.
"What did you say, Grandma?" I asked stupidly.
"I mean, if you really want to sleep with your grandma, now's the perfect time, baby! But you should at least kiss your grandma first and see how she
feels."
"You mean—"
"Haven't you noticed all the care Grandma gives you? Silly boy. I often put my clean underwear on top of yours.
I think you'll notice, won't you, baby?"
I was so clueless!
I cursed myself inwardly. I'd seen this all the time, but I'd never paid attention. I'd thought Grandma had just put it in the wrong place. Turns out she was
hinting at something. If I were smarter, I would have figured it out long ago and wouldn't have had to try so many times.
"But, I think you know, Grandma, you—"
"I know you think your 'old' grandma is too old and doesn't know where she's going. But you should know that up until now, nothing you've
done has escaped Grandma's eyes."
I suddenly remembered the scene I spied on that day.
"Really nothing... not even... not even that day... I... I..."
"Not just Wednesday," Grandma interrupted me, "Sit down, child. Before jumping into your lap, Grandma has something to tell you."
I followed Grandma to sit on her bed. I had already unbuttoned Grandma's clothes, revealing her beautiful shoulders, but Grandma didn't pull her clothes up at all.
She didn't avoid my shifting gaze.
"You know, your mother and I are very close, but guess how many times I've dated men?" She smiled slyly (but I knew she hadn't dated
men , at least not since I was old enough to understand), "I despise men, I hate men! Ever since your grandfather left his filthy sperm inside me,
I've hated all men. I was determined never to let another man touch me again. Then, after your mother was born, I became even more worried that men would defile her
pure body. But sometimes things really are beyond our control. You may have heard about some of my adoptive parents—the former..." "
About they're not bad people, just a bit perverted. They often force me to do things I don't want to do. My adoptive father likes to watch people have sex; he always makes his wife and me
do it while he watches. Sometimes he even gets some friends to help..."
She paused, then continued, "I never tell your mother about her father. I'm worried it will have a bad influence on her. I don't want her
to hate men for the rest of her life..."
Grandma's voice suddenly stopped. Her eyes were fixed on my shorts. Due to a long period of neglect, the bulge there had slowly subsided
.
She quickly kicked off her shoes, lifted her feet, and pressed them against my bulge, rubbing back and forth with her soles. Soon, my penis became hard again.
I simply took it out so she could rub it more easily.
Grandma's feet were very flexible. Through her stockings, I could feel her warm soles completely against my erect penis, and the feeling of rubbing back and forth
was wonderful.
"But, unfortunately, it still happened, and none of us could avoid it. Your mother got pregnant, but she, like me, started to hate men.
Then guess what we wanted to do? You'd never guess, we both wanted to have another daughter, and then when she was fifteen, we'd try to get her pregnant again, and then make her
hate men too. We both hoped this would become a family tradition. But things didn't go as planned, and you were born."
As she spoke, her eyes turned to my genitals.
"Now, young man, you're fifteen years old, and I don't think you can escape this tradition. Your mother and I both hope you can get
either of us pregnant again, and you must hate other women besides your mother and me. I want you to continue this tradition, and your children
will be no exception."
I stammered, "You mean, you and Mom both want to... have sex with me... have sex with me?"
"Of course, me or your mother, until either of us gets pregnant."
"But isn't that incest? And the children born that way will be deformed or some other monster."
"Isn't incest great? I know you must find it exciting, right? As for the children, the first generation usually won't have problems. By the time
problems , I think human geneticists should have already found a solution."
However, I suddenly became confused. If Grandma and Mom want to have sex with me, why are they so strict with me usually? Actually, if they just gave
me some hints, I definitely wouldn't be able to resist.
I voiced my doubts.
Grandma smacked my head: "Silly boy, can a woman bring this up first? Besides, we're really conflicted. On one hand, we want you to
join us, but on the other hand, we don't want you to end up like us. We're your elders, and we want you to grow up healthy. That's
why we've always been strict with you, for your own good. If you hadn't taken the initiative, Grandma and Mom wouldn't have seduced you, and you would have lived a normal life
. Now, you've chosen us. It's your own choice, and of course we're very happy."
I suddenly got excited. I was talking to my own grandmother, discussing the forbidden sex we were about to have, and
the result of it had to be having a child.
I thought, if it's a boy, he'll have sex with Grandma and Mom, and if it's a girl, then naturally it'll be my turn to ejaculate, and so on,
until a whole bunch of children are born, and then…
Grandma's feet stopped my wild thoughts, because my penis had already been rubbed hard and red by Grandma.
"I can't believe it, Grandma! I think we must all be crazy, this is insane! We'll be punished, but right now, all I
want is to make love to you, Grandma! Grandma, let's begin!"
I looked up at Grandma; she was rapidly taking off her clothes. Her stockings were on the floor; I didn't know when she'd taken them off, but that
did n't matter anymore. All I knew was that I needed excitement, both physical and mental.
The world before me was completely upside down and chaotic; morality and ethics were long forgotten.
I was going to trample on all these so-called morals and ethics. I was going to make love to my own grandmother, I was going to get her pregnant with my child!
When I came to my senses a little more, Grandma was completely naked, her snow-white, full body radiating an alluring glow. She straddled me.
Oh, this was the first woman to sit naked on me, and the most amazing thing was that she was my grandmother, my own grandmother!
Grandma's vulva was already soaking wet, hot, lustful fluid dripping down, her opening directly facing my erect, throbbing penis.
"Child, you know very well this is incest, but don't you really want it? Think about it, this is the dream of many men. You will have two
women who are completely obedient to you, satisfying you as your sex slaves, and maybe a third, if you can let us have a daughter. Our love—me, your mother, and you,
doesn't this incestuous love feel exciting? Isn't this what you've always wanted in your heart? Good grandson, hmm?"
Grandma's words made my penis swell rapidly, thrusting straight into Grandma's vagina.
"Oh, you like it! I know, I can tell. Do you want to have sex with Grandma? Do you want to have sex with Mom?
You were excited when you saw me having sex with your mother, weren't you? Join us, child! Put your big cock into Grandma's slutty cunt! Hurry, child!"
Grandma kept teasing me with lewd words, and when I was impatient, her body suddenly sank down. Before I could understand what was happening,
my thick penis was already swallowed by Grandma's hot cunt.
"Oh...this feeling...oh...oh...Grandma...it feels so good...oh...oh...I want it to stay like this forever, Grandma, can we stay like this forever?"
Grandma's buttocks began to rotate vigorously: "Of course, good boy, as long as you like it, Grandma will always be like this with you."
Her buttocks shook more and more violently, making me feel like my soul was about to leave my body, and the dark area below her body kept appearing before my eyes with her churning body.
This aroused my desire.
My buttocks began to thrust upwards, resisting Grandma's frantically twisting body.
Grandma bent down and stuffed her breast into my mouth, which I instinctively bit down on, sucking hard.
Grandma's appearance at this moment was completely different from her usual dignified demeanor. Not only was she actively seducing her grandson, but she was also riding on top of him, tightly gripping his penis with
her hot vulva, while her body swayed lasciviously, enjoying the pleasure brought by the intense friction between his penis and her vaginal walls.
She kept whispering lewd words in my ear, further stimulating my lust.
"This is the bed your mother and her mother used to make love. Your mother and your grandmother lick each other's vulvas with their tongues, insert their fingers into each other's vulvas
, knead their clitoris, together..."
Grandma's buttocks were shaking so violently that I, a novice young man, was no match for her. I couldn't hold back anymore; I felt I was about to ejaculate
.
I wanted to tell Grandma, but my mouth was stuffed with her full breasts, and I couldn't utter a single word. I could only mumble incoherently, but the experienced
Grandma quickly understood.
"Oh, yes, shoot it inside Grandma! Shoot it inside! On this bed where your mother and I are lying, your mother and I are thinking of you, waiting for you to shoot your hot
semen into our slutty cunts, waiting for you, this bad son, this bad grandson, to fill our empty wombs with your lewd semen! Oh, baby,
shoot it out! Shoot it into Grandma's cunt!"
I couldn't hold back anymore. Grandma's vagina was constantly contracting, squeezing my penis. I thrust a few times with force, and finally ejaculated, shooting
all the hot, thick semen that I had suppressed for so long into Grandma's womb.
Grandma hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting incredibly tightly, preventing a single drop of my semen from leaking out.
"Oh, good boy, my dear grandson, your semen is so wonderful, it feels so good and full in Grandma's flower heart, Grandma will definitely get pregnant, good boy!"
"Grandma, you won't..."
"Oh, child, don't worry." Grandma seemed to see through my concerns, "I know what you little rascal are thinking, don't worry, Grandma will always be yours,
even after you have your child, Grandma will still be yours. But, once isn't enough, Grandma wants to do it with you many more times. Grandma will teach my good grandson
how to please a woman, from now on, you have to make love with me and your mother every day, and shoot all your semen
into my and your mother's cunts, understand, baby?"
We hugged each other like that, comforting each other's bodies, and while away the whole afternoon.
I wanted to do it with Grandma a few more times, but Grandma refused each time. She wanted me to save my strength because I still had to deal with my mother!
Mom came back at three o'clock in the afternoon, much earlier than usual, and went to her room to take a shower as soon as she got back.
We usually have dinner around 4 PM, so I went upstairs after assuming Mom had finished washing up.
Mom's bedroom door was ajar, and Mom and Grandma were lying together on the bed. This time, it was Mom's turn to straddle Grandma, and they
weren't using a dildo; their vulvas were simply pressed together, rubbing vigorously. Mom was on top, her body twisting up and down, her lower body pressed tightly against Grandma's
. I could imagine how erotic and stimulating it was to see two beautiful women's plump vulvas rubbing together.
Mom and Grandma rubbed against each other like this for a while, and Mom's body trembled violently. It seemed Mom was very sensitive, and I knew she was about to climax.
At this moment, Grandma whispered to Mom, "Your good son came to me today."
Mom's buttocks twisted even more violently.
"He ejaculated a lot, all of it went into my uterus. And I told him everything, now all he wants is
to have sex , hehe, he wants to have sex with his own mother. I'll help you, my good daughter, we'll deal with him together."
Mom was clearly extremely aroused; her body trembled violently, her lower body grinding wildly, and she soon collapsed onto Grandma.
Grandma turned her head towards the door; she had obviously discovered me all along. What a sly old fox, nothing could be hidden from her.
She gestured for me to leave, so I closed the door.
Dinner proceeded peacefully; no one spoke, but a tense atmosphere permeated the air.
Grandma didn't mention a word about what had happened that day, and I didn't say anything either.
Of course, I didn't need to worry; the two adult women in the family would naturally arrange everything, and I didn't need to interfere.
The evening passed peacefully until ten o'clock, when I started to feel uneasy.
I looked at Grandma and saw her gesture to me, clearly to reassure me.
I was restless, waiting and waiting, but they didn't move. What was wrong with them?
I noticed Grandma gesturing to me frequently, so I went back to my room to sleep.
I turned off the light and lay in bed for half an hour, but no one came upstairs. Just as I was about to go downstairs to see what was going on, I heard someone climbing up.
The footsteps grew closer, and I stared wide-eyed at the doorway. A petite figure appeared before me.
Although there was no light in the room, the moonlight from outside the window spilled into the room like mercury, making everything clearly visible.
Judging from the silhouette, it was Mom. My heart skipped a beat.
Mom was wearing a light green nightgown—or rather, not really a nightgown, because it seemed to be invisible. I could see through it Mom's
beautiful, naked body swaying shyly under the transparent covering.
Mom came to me, sat down, and snuggled against me.
"Do you really want Mom, son?" Mom's voice trembled slightly.
"Oh, Mom, I love you, I miss you, I miss you so much I'm going crazy! Yes, I want you, your son really needs you!"
Mom's clothes silently slipped down, her hand sliding to my waist. Of course, I wasn't wearing anything underneath; in fact, I've liked sleeping
naked .
Mom's hand was warm and soft. When our skin touched, her hand trembled slightly, but she didn't stop. Her hand slid down and
grasped my already erect penis, then she began to move it up and down vigorously.
I grabbed Mom's hand, and then Mom leaned down, our lips met, and suddenly, the pent-up passion
erupted .
Mom's lips were soft and moist, her breath carrying a sweet fragrance that was intoxicating.
My mother's tongue slipped inside, and I responded passionately to her love; our tongues intertwined intensely. I held her smooth, soft tongue in my mouth,
sucking hard, desperately swallowing her sweet saliva.
Oh, my mother's kiss, that sweet kiss, haunts my dreams to this day.
My mother released my penis, took my hand, and guided it to her vulva.
Her vulva was already somewhat wet, the entrance warm, exceptionally soft to the touch, and furry—it felt incredibly comfortable. Without her
prompting, I began to rub her vulva.
My fingers slid into her vulva, and as I had imagined, her vagina was quite narrow. As soon as my fingers entered, they were tightly surrounded by soft, hot, lustful
flesh.
I moved my fingers in and out of her narrow passage with force.
My mother was very aroused. With each thrust, her body swayed gently, emitting soft moans. Her vagina secreted a slippery
fluid that clung to my fingers, making my movements easier.
She didn't neglect me either, passionately kissing me while simultaneously grasping my large penis and vigorously stroking it. Her
breathing was heavy, her hot breath spraying onto my face, eyes, nose, and ears, making me dizzy. She
whispered in my ear, "You know, my good son, Mommy is going to teach you how to make love with women, how to make two middle-aged women completely submissive.
But tonight, we're just enjoying ourselves."
As she spoke, she sealed my lips with hers. Only then did I truly understand the wonder of a kiss.
My mother's smooth, soft tongue entered my mouth, passionately intertwining with mine, its tip licking and moving against the walls of my mouth, making
me lose control and only knowing to suckle her soft, cotton-candy-like tongue with abandon.
Mom glanced at my genitals, her eyes wide with amazement. I knew I was completely erect, and my lower abdomen was covered in her vaginal
fluids, making my genitals slippery.
Mom chuckled, "Looks like we'll both need to take a bath later."
Like Grandma, Mom straddled me. Bathed in the moonlight, her naked body seemed draped in a thin layer of silver, her
contours clearly defined: soft curves, firm breasts, a slender waist, and round, full hips.
Oh, I couldn't resist! Mom's body was absolutely mesmerizing!
Under the moonlight, Mom's skin looked smooth and supple, as if coated with cream. When her hands touched her son's body, her
smooth skin rippled like a pond rippling in spring, shimmering in the moonlight.
My mother's hands caressed her breasts, twisting and pulling her nipples forcefully. My heart stirred, and I reached out, wanting to join her.
But she pushed my hand away: "Don't move, child. Just watch Mom's performance. Tonight, all you need to do is ejaculate inside me
, and tomorrow I'll set you completely free."
I had no choice but to suppress the rising desire within me, quietly watching my mother pleasure herself.
My mother's body swayed incessantly, kneeling on top of me, her hands kneading her full breasts like dough, her head swaying from side to side, her
long hair flying everywhere. Bathed in the moonlight, she resembled a siren emerging from a forest bath—a scene both eerie and lewd, suddenly
stimulating my senses.
Her hand slid down, grasping my penis. With each rise and fall of her body, my glans was constantly surrounded by something soft. The contact was brief,
but it gave me a powerful stimulation. I guessed it must be my mother's vulva.
I remembered when Grandma and I made love, she never reached orgasm; I was only focused on my own pleasure.
Now, Mom clearly didn't have much confidence in me either, so she wanted to masturbate first to stimulate her body so she could ejaculate with me.
Thinking about this, I felt a little frustrated, but I knew my limitations. I didn't have much experience; although I had the energy of youth, I didn't know how to control
my ejaculation.
Actually, just thinking about inserting my penis into Mom's alluring vagina gave me the urge to ejaculate. If Mom gave me even the
slightest stimulation, I was sure I would immediately lose control.
Mom's body was heaving more and more wildly, her grip on my penis tightening, and her body was visibly trembling.
"Oh...baby...come on...oh...oh...make your dream come true...ah...ah...put your big cock...into...Mommy's
cunt ...Mommy's cunt is open for her son...oh...oh...oh...faster...faster fuck your dear mother!...oh...oh...shoot
inside Mommy...make Mommy pregnant...give...give your own son a big fat boy...oh...oh...oh...oh...yes...Mommy...
likes her son shooting inside her...shoot...shoot into Mommy...oh...oh...oh...Mommy feels so bad...ah...oh...oh...good son...
Mommy's clitoris is so itchy...itchy...oh...oh...oh...faster...child...faster give Mommy your big cock...faster...put it in...oh..."
…Oh…Mommy likes having her son penetrate her cunt…Ugh…Oh…Oh…Hurry up and put it in…Good son…Dear son…Shoot into Mommy
…Hurry…Shoot into Mommy…Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh…Oh…”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. As soon as Mommy gave the command, my penis was already pressed against Mommy’s dripping cunt.
I pushed in hard, and my entire penis was immediately inserted to the root, completely inserted into Mommy’s hot cunt.
Mommy’s cunt was really very tight. If it weren’t for the fact that it was already very lubricated, and with my forceful thrusting, it would have been very difficult to enter. But
this tightness gave me great stimulation. The thick body and Mommy’s tight walls rubbed intensely, giving me extremely intense stimulation. That
feeling was indescribably pleasurable.
But Mom was in trouble. She screamed and collapsed onto me, her forehead beaded with sweat from the pain. She clung tightly to me,
crying, "It hurts! Be gentle, you little rascal, you're hurting me so much!"
I immediately stopped thrusting, looking at Mom with a guilty expression.
After resting for a while, Mom nibbled on my earlobe, chuckling, "Silly boy, how could Mom really blame you? Mom wants to praise you! What woman doesn't like being penetrated by a super-sized treasure? I never imagined my little son had such a great figure. Mom loves it! Don't
just stand there like an idiot!"
"Quick, quick, move! Mom's alright now. Mommy's pussy is so itchy, good son, quickly relieve Mommy's itch!"
I mustered my courage and thrust forward again.
Mommy's pussy was warm, the surrounding flesh tightly scraping my penis, making my thrusts incredibly pleasurable.
I pumped vigorously with great force, each thrust incredibly powerful. Mommy was on top of me, her body heaving violently, her buttocks shaking
wildly from side to side. My breathing became more and more rapid, and I couldn't help but cry out:
"Oh...oh...Mommy...son...I can't take it anymore...oh...Mommy...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum inside you!"
Mommy hurriedly increased the speed of her thrusts, saying: "Great, good boy, cum all inside Mommy, oh...Mommy's going to cum too, son,
let's come out together...oh...oh...oh..."
My semen, full of vitality and passion, shot out in an instant, hitting Mommy's extremely contracted vaginal opening hard.
My mother's body trembled uncontrollably, her vagina contracting violently. Deep within her, it felt as if a powerful force was
drawing .
My penis spasmed repeatedly, desperately releasing all of itself until it completely filled her womb, only then did I go limp.
My mother held me tightly, her convulsing vagina gradually calming down, but still tightly enveloping my now-soft
penis .
She lay on top of me, her face pressed against my broad chest. After a long while, she let out a long sigh and said, "So good! I never imagined making love with
my son would bring such a powerful orgasm. My child, you've grown up, you can give me all the pleasure I need. I'm so lucky to have given birth to
such a wonderful son."
We held each other like that, whispering sweet nothings, planning our future, and then, mother and son, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next day was Sunday, and I slept in late, not waking up until 11 a.m. I felt unusually refreshed, full of energy, and
brimming with vitality; the passion of the previous night still flowed through me.
I glanced at my pillow; Mom wasn't there, but the warm scent of her body lingered in the blankets.
I went downstairs to the dining room for breakfast. Passing the living room, I stopped. Pillows were scattered all over the floor, sheets were strewn haphazardly, and lying side-
by were two listless beauties—Mom and Grandma.
"Hey, you little sleepyhead, you're up. These two thirsty ladies are getting impatient and want to start ourselves," Grandma said, looking at me with a half-smile.
"Yes, child, if you don't come, Mommy will have to lick your grandma's cunt all by herself," Mom said with a giggle, her
two mounds of flesh jiggling, making me swallow hard.
"Uh—Mom, Grandma, I think I should take a shower first, I'm so dirty."
I remembered what Mom had said yesterday; she had told me to take a shower.
They looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
"Don't worry, baby. We won't lick your body today, but your grandma and I agreed to work together on you, my poor child. Don't think you can get away with this easily
today ," Mom said.
I was delighted and said gleefully, "I'm not afraid of both of you coming at me at once, but don't beg for mercy later."
Grandma smiled maliciously and said, "Silly boy, move your little bottom over here, Grandma can't wait."
I lay down next to Grandma, admiring her beautiful face. Mom started to act too. She spread Grandma's legs, brought her face close, and licked Grandma
's vulva with her tongue, but her eyes were on me, signaling me to join her in playing with Grandma.
I lowered my head, moved closer to Mom, and rubbed our faces together, licking Grandma's vulva with my tongue.
Grandma groaned, and we licked even more vigorously. My mother and I intertwined our tongues, thrusting them into Grandma's already soaking wet vagina,
playing with each other inside, while forcefully sucking on Grandma's and each other's saliva.
My mother let my tongue penetrate deeper, attacking the depths of Grandma's vagina, while she focused on licking Grandma's protruding clitoris.
Grandma's reaction was intense. I knew she hadn't climaxed when we made love, and now I finally saw Grandma in such a state. Under
the combined assault of my mother and me, Grandma's body trembled violently, her vagina incredibly hot, practically in turmoil, with vaginal fluid gushing out continuously.
I worked even harder, stirring my tongue back and forth in Grandma's vagina. Grandma's body shuddered suddenly, and hot vaginal fluid gushed out,
splashing onto my unsuspecting face and mouth. I licked the fluid stuck to my lips; it was salty and slightly astringent.
My mother encouraged me, urging me to quickly insert my penis into Grandma's vagina, saying that this would bring Grandma to an even greater orgasm.
Without a word, I raised my already eager penis and thrust it forcefully into Grandma's constantly flowing, wet vagina, inserting the entire length of my penis.
Grandma's vagina was clearly much wider than Mom's, and I entered without any difficulty. However, Grandma's vagina still tightly enveloped my penis,
a warm and comfortable feeling enveloping my body, and I began to thrust vigorously.
Mom turned around and brought her vulva in front of Grandma, letting Grandma lick her vulva.
Mom took my hand and pressed it to her full breasts, making me rub them vigorously. She also told me not to just thrust too hard, otherwise
I would ejaculate. She told me to control the speed of my thrusts, to thrust rhythmically, so that I could last longer.
I tried various rhythms, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes taking a long time to insert completely. I also tried shallow thrusts, and then
suddenly thrust all the way in.
Grandma was babbling incoherently under my increasingly varied thrusting, her buttocks thrusting wildly upwards to meet my movements, her vagina constantly flowing with
hot, lustful fluid.
I gradually mastered the rhythm of my thrusts, becoming more and more adept, able to leisurely manipulate Grandma.
I looked up and saw Mom's face flushed red, her genitals rubbing against Grandma's face, appearing extremely thirsty.
I pulled out my penis, pulled Mom's body closer, and inserted my thick penis into Mom's wet vagina, the immediate tightness enveloping my penis again.
I thrust forcefully, and Grandma, feeling the sudden emptiness below, became even more thirsty. She had just said she wouldn't lick my body, but now she couldn't resist
bringing her face to my genitals, licking the part where Mom and I were joined.
With each withdrawal, Grandma's tongue would eagerly wrap around my penis.
Mom hugged me tightly, her full, bulging breasts pressed against my chest, grinding against me forcefully, her lower body actively responding to my movements, her moans growing
louder and louder.
Grandma, unable to bear it any longer, arched her buttocks, pressing her long-neglected vulva against my penis, rubbing it vigorously, begging me
to satisfy .
I had no choice but to insert my fingers into Grandma's warm, wet vagina, thrusting forcefully, letting Grandma have her fill first.
Mom leaned back on the bed, pulling me down onto her as well. Grandma switched places with her, Grandma on top, Mom on the bottom. Grandma
brought her itchy, aching vulva to Mom's lips, letting Mom lick and suck it, while I continued to penetrate Mom's tight vulva. We
continued thrusting like this for a while, then I pushed Grandma down onto the bed as well, so the two women lay side by side, and then, holding my penis, I took turns penetrating
their vaginas.
In this way, I drew closer and closer to ejaculation.
My mother and grandmother's vaginas were flowing with increasing moisture. With each thrust, a large amount of their fluids would be released, splashing onto their lower abdomens.
I couldn't hold back any longer, but I didn't know who to ejaculate on, so I just went wherever I could.
After a few rapid thrusts, my penis finally ejaculated. This time, I didn't ejaculate inside my mother and grandmother's vaginas, but instead sprayed the thick semen
all over their lower abdomens, vaginas, and faces. Then I lay on my back beside them, panting heavily.
We lay like that for a long, long time, and then my grandmother and mother got up and cleaned my body with their tongues.
With my mother's licking and sucking, I regained my energy, pulled my mother over, and made her doggy-style. Then I thrust into my mother's tight vagina again, and soon
ejaculated inside her.
My grandmother was not satisfied and rubbed my penis with her wet vagina, making me stand up again, forcing me to satisfy my grandmother one more time.
Afterwards, Grandma and Mom licked all the filth off me, and then they cleaned each other up.
Afterwards, we went to the bathroom together for a good, long shower.
Of course, unable to resist Grandma and Mom's entanglement in the bathroom, I ejaculated comfortably again.
In fact, for the next two months, I lived a life of pure bliss.
Mom and Grandma took turns serving me every day, using their mature bodies to please their son or grandson. My skills improved, and combined with my natural endowment
, I often drove Grandma and Mom to the brink of ecstasy, making them beg for mercy.
We experimented with anal sex, tried threesomes, and played with all sorts of sex toys—in short, we tried almost every kind of play we could think of.
Two months later, the fateful thing happened.
That day, I came home from school, and Grandma and Mom were sitting on the sofa, fully clothed, unlike usual when they were naked
waiting for me in their room. I sat down next to them and looked at them.
After two months of diligent care, Grandma and Mom have become even more radiant, both glowing with a mature and captivating charm.
Grandma spoke first: "Darling, do you remember two months ago when you stayed overnight at your friend's house? Someone stayed at our house that night."
I didn't remember anything like that, and I looked at Mom.
Mom nodded and said, "You must have met him. He's a good friend of ours."
I was even more confused. I didn't remember ever seeing him before.
Where was he?
Seeing my embarrassment, Grandma and Mom laughed happily.
"Oh, you went out overnight, baby. Let Mom remind you," Mom said with a sly smile. "There was a man who stayed at our house that night, and
you happened to be out, so we didn't tell you. That man slept with both your mother and grandmother. Of course, we wouldn't tell anyone; it's a shameful thing."
Grandma added, "But unfortunately, that man got us both pregnant. Can you believe it? One with two, and they both got pregnant.
The doctors said it was a miracle, but it's true."
I suddenly realized that Mom and Grandma were pregnant, and they needed an excuse to cover up our incestuous relationship and the resulting child.
The next few months were truly astonishing. We were very careful with our sex life, always having sex as a trio.
When they started breastfeeding, I was the first to experience it. It was such a unique feeling to drink Mom and Grandma's milk again after growing up like this.
Every night, they would push me down on the ground, squeeze their swollen breasts, and let the milk spray onto me, and then we would all lick it together. I
ejaculated onto them, and they ingested the mixture.
I don't know if I should call them twins; they were born on the same day, at the same moment.
Suddenly, I became a father, with two lovely daughters.
Both daughters were very lively and adorable, resembling their mother. I could imagine they would grow up to be two great beauties. Holding them
, I even felt sexually aroused. When
I put my fingers to their little mouths, they would immediately suck on them, sucking so tightly, much more skillfully than their mother.
When I stroked their small, adorable vulvas, they would dance with joy, opening their cute little hands to hug my arm,
giggling .
My mother, grandmother, and I decided that when they turned fifteen, we would bring them into our family tradition, making them truly
members of our incestuous family.
But until then, I promised not to touch them; I needed to wait.
Imagining myself in bed with my two young and lovely daughters fifteen years from now, perhaps with my mother and grandmother indulging in unrestrained pleasure, I
couldn't help but feel excited.
But I had to endure it; this endurance was necessary, and it would only be fifteen short years, soon enough.
Fifteen years later, I would release all the pent-up desire I had suppressed for fifteen years into the virgin vaginas of my two daughters, and they would bear me
several more children. What a scene of debauchery that would be then!
I couldn't imagine.
Now I had hope; I had a goal for the next fifteen years. Isn't that what it means to live—hope?
The future, the future I longed for, was just around the corner.
[The End]

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