[A True Story of a Mother's Daughter] Author: Unknown

A True Story of a Mother's Violence
Author: Unknown
Word Count: 4479 Chapter
One: Mother
I touched my face; the burning handprint from the slap still throbbed with pain. I hated my father; he
would beat and scold me at the slightest provocation. Sometimes, even the smallest mistake wouldn't escape his wrath. Not only me, but my mother,
my sister, and my brother all suffered the same fate. Sometimes I wondered how my mother could endure him.
A breeze picked up outside the window. I slowly drew the curtains, gently wiped away my tears, and prepared to take a
hot shower to forget today's troubles.
I went into my room and grabbed a few pieces of underwear and pajamas. Suddenly, a slight pain shot through my chest. I touched it
; it seemed to be from an accidental bump when I was being beaten. Tears instantly welled up uncontrollably.
I rushed into the bathroom, tears streaming down my face. On the way, I vaguely saw my mother looking at me sadly.
I closed the door, took off my clothes, and looked in the mirror, where I saw the bruise again. I quickly
turned on the shower, stepped into the bathtub, and closed my eyes, letting the cool water wash over me. Faintly, I thought I
heard myself sobbing.
"Why can't I have a happy home like other eighteen-year-old girls? Why?"
"Knock, knock, knock," came a few knocks at the door. It was my mother's voice: "Can I come in, Mom?"
"Mom? Come in."
My mother opened the door and then closed it again. I wiped the water droplets from my face and saw my mother
looking at the bruise on my chest with tears in her eyes.
"Mom," I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. Ignoring my wet clothes, I hugged my mother tightly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I've never stood up for you these past few years. I'm so bad."
"No, no, I know you've suffered a lot too, Mom. I've never blamed you."
...
And so, we hugged each other for a while.
After a while, Mom let go of me, then slowly unbuttoned her shirt, saying, "Do you remember
how much you loved taking baths with Mom when you were little?"
I nodded vigorously.
"Let Mom fulfill her responsibilities as a mother one more time, okay?"
I didn't answer, but instead helped Mom unhook her bra.
Mom should be forty-one this year, but she has always maintained a youthful appearance, and her figure has never changed.
Sure enough, when I unhooked Mom's bra, a pair of extremely full breasts sprang out.
I immediately helped Mom take off her pants and underwear. Her dense pubic hair, delicate and snow-white skin, bright
red nipples, and slender legs exuded the charm of a mature woman.
Mom stepped into the bathtub, letting the water wet her body first, then gently embraced me. In that instant, I
felt incredibly peaceful.
Mom's hand slid to the bruise on my chest, gently stroking it.
I suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my chest, and my whole body trembled involuntarily. I felt so comfortable, so happy.
"Mom," I called out meaninglessly. One arm embraced my mother, while the other involuntarily slipped
between her legs.
In that moment, we seemed to find solace in each other, an
outlet for the pain that had accumulated over the years. We forgot our identities, the distance between us, and our kinship.
My mother's hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts, gently pinching my hardened nipples,
my waist, my thighs, my lower abdomen, my…
The cool water made my mother's body slippery, her soft labia covered in mucus. I
traced small circles around her clitoris with my middle finger, and with a slight push, slipped it into her vagina.
In an instant, my mother groaned, "Ah!" Her fingers, which were gripping my breast, tightened. My
sensations soared to the heavens. I trembled, groaning, and I lifted my left leg, hooking it around my mother
's thigh so that my genitals could rub against the outside of her thigh. At the same time, I increased the number of fingers moving inside her vagina to two. I
discovered my fingers were covered in sticky love fluid.
My mother raised my raised thigh with her right hand, causing us to lose our balance and fall down.
My fingers slipped out of her vagina, and she parted my legs, bringing her tongue
to my genitals.
My mother, as experienced as ever, first licked the inside of my thighs, circling the outside of my labia majora. Only
when I couldn't bear it any longer, my breathing becoming heavier, did she begin her assault on my clitoris.
I felt my lower body already releasing a good fluid, mingling with my mother's saliva to moisten my sensitive area.
My mother's tongue moved faster and faster, occasionally probing inside me. I couldn't resist; my
hips unconsciously swayed up and down with the movements of her tongue. I caressed my breasts, my wet pubic
hair, and tried to spread my legs wider to achieve a more intense orgasm.
I groaned and gasped, "Ah! Ah!" No, I couldn't take it anymore. A tremor ran through me, and I finally
reached my climax. I pulled my mother closer, pressed my lips to hers, and kissed her deeply. My mother's lips were covered in
my vaginal fluid. A strange taste mixed with a sour sensation made me unconsciously insert my fingers into
her vagina again.
My mother's vagina was already engulfing my three fingers like fire. I kept thrusting back and forth, sucking on
my mother's dark red nipples. I sucked hard, and a little bit of milky liquid overflowed from my mother's nipples.
My mother bit her lip, closed her eyes, and her flushed cheeks were enjoying supreme pleasure.
My mother's love fluid kept flowing, making her lower body softer and softer, and her entire vulva turned a deep red. I
casually picked up a bar of soap and slowly rubbed it around my mother's clitoris. Who knew that, along with my mother's vaginal fluid,
the soap "plop" slid into my mother's vagina, leaving only a third of it outside.
At the same time, Mom let out a loud "Ah!" I took out the soap, turned around, and spread my legs
so that my genitals met Mom's. Whether it was the soap or our love juices, the slippery
feeling made our friction smoother and more intense.
I deeply felt the softness and heat of my mother's labia. Our clitoris were both erect, and we could even
feel each other's. Our moans, the sound of the water splashing, and the friction of our vaginal fluids made our
pleasure unbearable; we reached another climax.
My mother and I washed each other for a while. I felt a little ashamed; after all, she was my mother, how could I
…? My mother seemed a little embarrassed too. Had we gone too far? Or perhaps we hadn't ignored our
kinship, but were trying to bridge the generation gap of the past few years in another way!
We dried ourselves, put on our pajamas, and I led my mother into my room: "Mom,
can you sleep with me tonight?"
My mother smiled and nodded.
Chapter Two: My Brother
I never imagined that one day I would enjoy sexual pleasure with my mother, and now I not only
masturbate with her, but I even enjoy it immensely. Although my mother and I were both a little embarrassed, that intense
and excruciating climax just now prompted me to lead my mother to my room.
Mom seemed reluctant to give up, silently putting on her pajamas and entering the room with me.
I don't know if what happened in the bathroom just now was considered sex; I experienced an unprecedented orgasm, but my
hymen probably hadn't broken yet.
I casually closed the door, turning back to see Mom taking off her pajamas, preparing to get into my bed. Mom was only
wearing a half-cup bra, the two small pink pieces of fabric barely covering her large breasts, the deep
cleavage like a burning fire.
Mom's panties were also pink, seemingly semi-transparent; a closer look revealed tantalizing
glimpses of her alluring figure.
As women, we have one advantage over men: we can experience continuous sexual arousal
. So when I saw Mom's alluring body, an unnamed desire arose spontaneously.
I also took off my pajamas, even my bra, leaving only my panties, and crawled into bed.
"Mom, I...I want more," I shamelessly told Mom how I felt. I knew today
might be the only day in years I could feel my mother's love.
My mother took my hand, leading me to caress her entire body, from her face to her soft lips. She slightly opened
her mouth, licking my fingertips with her tongue. Then she took my hand to her slender neck, her smooth shoulders, and then her
breasts, her nipples.
I freed one hand to caress my mother's breasts, rubbing and playing with them. I buried my head between her breasts
, carefully biting and licking them.
My mother's waist began to move, swaying up and down. She parted her legs and straddled my lower abdomen.
I felt my mother's panties were soaked, rubbing against my lower abdomen, the water stains revealing her red lips, almost spilling
out.
Trembling, I pulled down my mother's panties, the scent of soap from her recent shower wafting towards me. I moved my body,
bringing my mouth to my mother's vulva, using my tongue to comb through the pubic hair near her labia majora.
My mother swayed her hips even more violently, kneading her full breasts and pinching her hard, red nipples,
making soft, meaningless sounds like "Mmm, mmm."
Soon, my mouth was full of my mother's vaginal fluid, slippery and wet. I straightened my body, moving my erect right breast
towards my mother's vaginal opening, continuing to rub my hard nipple against her sensitive area. Her soft breast
met her hot labia, merging into one.
My left hand wasn't idle either, constantly inserting into my wet vagina, stroking my erect clitoris. We
felt the passion within us, awaiting our ecstatic climax.
Suddenly, I heard the door open. Turning around, I saw my fifteen-year-old penis
staring at us, mouth agape, completely bewildered.
In that instant, my mother and I wished we could disappear into a hole in the ground. I felt our bodies burning with shame
.
For a long while, we stared at each other, speechless.
Finally, Mom, being the more experienced one, stepped off me, covered my private parts with the blanket
, and then said softly and casually, "What's wrong? Want to talk to your sister or Mom?"
My brother then snapped out of his daze, his face contorted with tears, and said to Mom and me, "Sister, Dad, Dad hit me again.
Mom, it hurts so much!"
"Come here, let Mom see."
Seeing the bruises all over my brother's body, Mom and I couldn't hold back our tears again. Mom, disregarding
her own nakedness, hugged my brother tightly, and I hugged them back. After a while,
Mom took off my brother's coat and said, "It's getting late, let's sleep together tonight."
The light was turned off, and my brother lay between us, tears still streaming down his face, his eyes closed.
For a long, long time, for some reason, I couldn't fall asleep. The series of stimuli from earlier left my whole body
feeling tingly. I subconsciously touched my genitals and found they were still very wet. Just as I was wondering what was going on, a full, smooth thigh suddenly
straddled me. I turned my head and was surprised to find my mother's legs spread apart, her hands
stroking herself up and down.
I couldn't resist any longer. I rolled over my half-asleep brother and pressed myself against my mother. My breasts
touched my mother's large breasts, and a surge of pleasure rushed up.
Our genitals were soaking wet. Without further caresses, we
quickly moved our fingers in and out of each other's vaginas. I tightly contracted my labia around my mother's two fingers, and suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if
my hymen had been broken by my mother. I couldn't help but cry out.
My brother was immediately awakened and looked at my mother and me in surprise again.
But this time we couldn't hold back anymore. Neither of us paid attention to my brother and continued to do as we pleased. Even more
brazenly, I unknowingly reached into my brother's underwear and grabbed his penis, which seemed to have thickened
. I touched my brother's urethra with my finger and found a few drops of sticky liquid.
"Oh, oh," my brother groaned.
After a while, my brother took off his pants and squeezed between my mother and me. Suddenly,
his mouth was right in front of my wet clitoris. My brother also unceremoniously stuck out his tongue and started licking it.
My younger brother's already developing penis was pressed against my mother's lips. My mother closed her eyes, hesitated
for a few seconds, but lust overcame her incestuous feelings, and she took my brother's glans into her mouth.
My brother, being a virgin like me, ejaculated hot semen in no time, all over my mother's
face. My mother didn't care and continued to tease my brother's glans with her tongue. The whole room was filled with a strange
smell of semen.
My brother, being young, soon became erect again. This time, I turned around, placing my buttocks and
genitals against my brother's genitals, while my mouth was against my mother's wet vulva. I sucked on my mother's smelly
labia, and my brother instinctively inserted his newly erect penis into my vagina. A strange and
intense pleasure shot through my entire body. I screamed, I groaned, I twisted my waist with all my might, and I relentlessly
bit my mother's clitoris.
Perhaps because my brother had just ejaculated, he lasted for over three minutes this time. Finally, I
lay exhausted on the bed, while my mother, panting, wiped her vulva with the blanket. My brother, perhaps due to excessive indulgence
or because it was his first time, ejaculated a second time between my legs and then
fell asleep without even pulling his penis out.
A soft thing was inside me, and I felt an inexplicable itch. With my brother's warm
semen flowing inside me, I couldn't bear to pull out his penis.
Drowsily, I gradually drifted off to sleep too.
[The End]

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