[A Multifaceted Home]

(Part 1) Sibling Chapter
"What's going on?" While fast asleep, I suddenly felt a tingling, itchy sensation on my penis,
heard a "sizzling" sound, and smelled alcohol.
I opened my eyes. It was still dark, the room was dim, and a faint light from the hallway shone through
the crack in the door onto me. Someone was between my legs, "tasting" my penis, a pair of
soft hands playing with my testicles. I straightened up; she was still there,
shifting forward slightly with my movement. My hand reached for her breast, and when my fingers touched
a small bump under her left nipple, I knew who she was.
"Sister, why are you back?" I asked.
"You little devil, how did you know it was me?" my sister asked, spitting out my penis.
"You have a little bump under your left nipple. I've touched it countless times, and you still didn't notice?" I
said.
"Good to know. I only came back because I missed you," my sister said.
"Why are you back so late? Does Mom know?" I asked.
"The company had a party today, it just ended. I was going to go to your brother-in-law's, but it's too late and the road is
far, so I ran back." My sister said, kissing the head of my penis.
"Does Mom know?" I asked.
"I came in through the back door and came straight here. Mom doesn't know." My sister
said.
"Then get some rest. It's so late, and you're still fooling around." I said.
"What? So heartless! I was thinking of you." My sister said and kissed me on
the lips without further ado, her breath reeking of alcohol. She hugged me tightly, her warm and full body pressed against mine. My
dormant penis instantly became erect, pressing against my sister's buttocks.
"Your body betrays you." My sister felt the change in my body, and her hand reached down and pinched
my head, rubbing it with her fingers.
My hand reached inside my sister's clothes and touched her breasts, rubbing her nipples with my fingers,
just like her fingers rubbed my head.
My sister lay on the bed, spread her legs, and pulled me onto her. I groped my way to insert my penis
into her vagina and began thrusting…
My name is Liu Bing, I'm twenty-one years old, and I'm in university. The school is very close to home, so I'm one of the very
few day students. My sister, Liu Mei, is already working and is three years older than me. My parents are both middle school teachers,
and they're divorced now. I don't know the specific reasons, I only remember that after a big fight, my father moved out
, and my mother cried her heart out while holding me. A few days later, they divorced, and the family property was divided in two. My father took my sister, and
my mother chose me.
My parents and sister are all good-looking and tall, but I'm the only one who's average-looking and
short. My mother and sister are both over 1.6 meters tall, and even at twenty-one, I only reach my mother's chest.
People at school think I'm some teacher's child.
My sister and I have always had a close relationship since childhood. Back then, we lived in an old house, and my sister and I slept in
the same bed every day. We would chat and laugh together, and because we were young, we didn't have any particular thoughts about it, until
I went to high school.
One day, while showering at school, my classmates were shocked when they saw my large penis. But then they saw
my overly long foreskin and started laughing at me, saying that I was underdeveloped. Even in high school, my glans hadn't
come out yet, and then they showed off their bright red glans in front of me.
Amid their laughter, I ran home. Once home, I lay on my bed, sulking, feeling increasingly
resentful. I was short, and even my penis was being mocked.
"What's wrong?" my sister asked when she saw me lying on the bed.
"Sis~" I wanted to say, but I was too embarrassed to. Although my sister and I were close, I still
felt a little awkward.
"What's wrong? Why are you so embarrassed with your sister?" my sister asked.
So I stammered out the story.
"Hahahaha~~~~" My sister laughed loudly after hearing this, making me even more embarrassed.
She stood up, locked the door, and walked over to me. "If you trust me, let me take
a look."
"Oh?" I hesitated for a moment, but finally, under her concerned gaze, I pulled down my pants,
exposing my large penis to her gaze.
"Wow, it's huge! I didn't expect it to be bigger than my boyfriend's," my sister said.
"What should I do?" I asked.
"Don't worry, I'll show you." She finished speaking and held my penis with both hands, gently pulling down
my foreskin with her left hand. Slowly, when my glans was exposed, I felt waves of pain.
"It hurts, sister," I said.
"Just bear with it." My sister said, pushing me down onto the bed, then squatting on the floor, her hands still slowly
pulling down my foreskin. She pulled down hard once, then released, letting my foreskin retract automatically,
then pulled down even harder, repeating this motion repeatedly.
"How is it? Still hurting?" my sister asked as she moved up and down.
"No...it doesn't hurt anymore," I said. It really didn't hurt as much as at the beginning.
The sensation coming from my penis was peculiar; a slight pain mixed with a feeling of pressure, making me want to release, accompanied
by an itchy sensation.
My sister's hands had just the right amount of pressure, using all ten fingers to stroke me, distracting me from my foreskin
. With her stroking, half of my glans was finally exposed, but that half
was the most difficult part, and my pain intensified; blood appeared on the foreskin.
Seeing my pained expression, my sister hesitated for a moment before opening her mouth and taking the exposed half of my glans
inside. The warmth enveloped my glans, and I immediately forgot the pain. My sister's warm lips
sucked on my glans, making soft sounds. My penis grew even larger under her sucking.
The veins on the foreskin were clearly visible.
My sister's tongue slid back and forth across my glans, each lick of my urethra sending intense
stimulation through me, as if she were licking my very soul. Her hands didn't stop moving with her tongue;
they continued to gently stroke it up and down.
I sat there, feeling utterly powerless. I wished I could stay there forever. The pleasure
was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. My sister, focused on sucking my glans, gleamed with greed in her eyes
.
After a while, the pleasure in my penis intensified. I felt something about to
burst forth.
"Sister, I..." Before I could finish, my sister suddenly and forcefully pulled my foreskin back to its maximum extent
. I felt a sharp pain in my penis, followed by a feeling of flying. The pleasure spread from my penis throughout
my body, coursing through every nerve. A stream of white liquid spurted from my urethra. My sister covered her
face with her hands, the white liquid spraying onto them.
I collapsed weakly onto the bed, my penis trembling, a little fluid leaking from it.
The entire glans was now fully exposed, the foreskin wrinkled beneath it.
My sister licked the fluid I'd ejaculated from the back of her hand, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Now it's all right, go wash it in the bathroom," she said, flicking my penis.
"Okay," I replied, getting out of bed, pulling on my pants, and running to the bathroom. When I got there, I noticed
a sticky, white substance clinging to the area below the glans. I rubbed it, and it
smelled unpleasant, so I washed it thoroughly.
That night, I ate with a particularly good appetite. Although my sister and I were still joking and laughing as usual, something
felt off. After dinner, I went to evening study. In the bathroom, I showed
my reborn penis to those who had mocked me, and they were speechless.
After finishing my lesson, I came back to rest. My parents had already gone to their rooms. I was still
sleeping in the same room as my sister, but Mom had set a rule for us: we had to sleep facing opposite directions, my head facing
my sister's feet, and her head facing my feet.
My sister was already lying there, and I took off my clothes and lay down too. My hand unconsciously touched my penis
, and I thought about how it felt when my sister had masturbated me earlier that day. I started to imitate her movements,
but no matter how I tried, it didn't feel right. I looked at my sister; she was covered with a blanket, her body rising and falling, as if she were sleeping
soundly.
I gently lifted her blanket and then lightly tickled the soles of her feet a few times.
"Hehe, it tickles," my sister laughed. It turned out she wasn't asleep yet.
"Sis~~~" I called out.
"Is something wrong?" my sister asked with a yawn.
"Can...can you do it again?" I stammered.
"Sure, but on one condition," my sister said.
"What condition? Tell me," I said excitedly.
"Don't tell Mom, Dad, and you have to lick me down there," my sister said, pointing to her genitals.
"Okay," I nodded.
My sister nodded in satisfaction, then lay back down. She put her hand under the covers, and I immediately crawled
under the covers too, moving my body closer to her head, bringing my penis closer to her. At the same time, I
moved
my penis even closer to her genitals. My sister's head was already under the covers, her hand grasped my penis, her nimble tongue began
to move on the glans, and her fingers gently tapped around my testicles.
I imitated my sister, putting my head between her legs. A peculiar smell wafted
into my nostrils, coming from my sister's genitals—a mixture of bodily odor and soap. I took a deep breath
, then reached out. What I touched was a clump of furry, soft stuff. My fingers
searched through the tuft of hair until I finally found an entrance. The entrance was wet and slippery, with two long, tender
strips of flesh. My fingers slowly slipped between the strips.
My sister's body trembled, and she squeezed her legs together, but quickly relaxed them,
opening them even wider than before. My fingers touched a hard clitoris. I pinched it a few times, and then
my sister's right leg brushed against my head. I understood what she meant, so I stuck out my tongue and
started licking near the entrance.
My sister moaned, her lips sucking hard on my glans, and occasionally
scraping the edge of my penis with her teeth. This sensation sent me into a frenzy. I sucked on my sister's genitals even more vigorously
, mimicking her actions, not only sucking but also gently biting the two long, tender strips of flesh with my teeth
.
My hands gripped my sister's buttocks, my fingers tracing from her vulva to her anus, my nails
gently scratching the folds of her anus.
"Mmm..." My sister squeezed my head tightly, my entire lips covering her vulva
, her mouth taking my penis in as much as possible. My penis, newly freed from the foreskin, was incredibly sensitive
. My sister's tongue licked and teased the soft flesh beneath the glans. I felt myself about to climax again, and tried
to pull out, but my sister held my buttocks tightly, preventing me from escaping from her mouth. I couldn't take it anymore, and
all my semen sprayed into my sister's mouth.
My sister's vagina began to pulsate, and then a salty, slightly fishy liquid flowed into my
mouth. Since my sister had swallowed everything, I didn't hold back and
drank the liquid flowing from her vagina.
We hugged each other, panting. My sister kissed my penis, and I kissed her smooth, white
buttocks. Neither of us spoke, just enjoying the comfortable exhaustion after our orgasm.
The uncomfortable feeling in my bladder woke me from my sleep. I slowly sat up and found my penis
still in my sister's hand. I slowly pulled it out, then put on my slippers and went to the toilet to empty my bladder.
I emptied everything out of the room and breathed a sigh of relief. Then I went back to my room, and as I passed my parents' room,
I heard noises coming from inside.
Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw my parents doing what my sister and I had just been doing, only they were doing it
even more frantically. My mother was kneeling between my father's legs, sucking his penis forcefully, saliva
dripping from her mouth onto his testicles. My father, meanwhile, was holding my mother's buttocks and
licking her genitals like he was eating a watermelon, making sounds.
My mother turned around, sat on my father, placed her hands on his penis, and sat down
, positioning it against her vagina. Then she placed her hands on my father's chest and began moving up and down, her large breasts swaying.
Seeing this, my penis immediately became erect again. My swollen penis pressed against the door, and I gently
moved it up and down, the glans rubbing against the door. Just then, a pair of hands reached out from behind me and grabbed my
penis.
I turned around and saw that my sister had somehow gotten behind me. She lowered her head and
kissed me on the lips. I immediately turned around and hugged her tightly, our tongues
swirling together in her mouth. My hand slipped under her bra, clumsily caressing her breasts.
Suddenly, my sister pushed me away.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Are you trying to suffocate me?" she whispered.
I grinned lewdly and pressed her against the wall, then slipped inside her clothes, my lips clamping her nipple.
I was shorter than her, so I could only kiss her nipple intensely.
My sister's head rested against the wall, enjoying the pleasure on her nipple, her arms around my back, occasionally deliberately
lowering her head so I could kiss her face.
"You're getting worse and worse, really," my mother's voice
came from the room as we were making love.
"You're getting old, what are you doing?" my father asked.
"Of course she's going to the toilet," Mom said. Then I heard her put on her shoes.
As soon as I heard that, I grabbed my sister's hand and ran back to our room. We closed the door and stood at the doorway
watching until Mom came out of the toilet and returned to the room. We only breathed a sigh of relief after that.
When my sister saw Mom go into the room, she immediately hugged me and pulled me down onto the bed. I grabbed her clothes
and ripped them off. She then pulled down my underwear and took my penis into her mouth. I lay on the bed
, and she sucked between my legs. My penis felt like it was on fire, but my sister's mouth was
even hotter.
After sucking for a while, she released my penis, then took off her own underwear and straddled me. Like
Mom, she grabbed my penis, rubbed it against her labia a few times, and then placed the glans against the entrance of her vagina
.
I held her waist, and with a thrust of my lower body, my penis slid into her pleasurable vagina. The incredibly smooth,
warm contact and exhilarating friction made me feel the true pleasure between a man and a woman. I realized that real sex
was far more comfortable than oral sex.
My sister's teeth were biting my shoulder, her hands wrapped around my back, and my mouth was right in front of her breast.
Of course, I wouldn't miss it, sucking on her nipple while thrusting. My tongue licked her left breast, and suddenly I felt a 　　small
bump next to her nipple . 　　"Sis... what... what's going on?" I asked gently, biting her nipple. 　　"I... I don't know... it's been... for a long time," my sister replied breathlessly. 　　I didn't ask any more questions, but continued sucking on her nipple. Her nipple had changed from dark red to 　　bright red, especially beautiful under the dim light of the lamp. Her developing breasts weren't 　　full, but they were like two apples, and they felt wonderfully comfortable in my hands. 　　I struggled to my senses from my sister's breasts, my lips moving before returning to her mouth. 　　She sucked on my tongue, drawing it into her mouth, my tongue 　　moving in and out like a penis. My sister's hand touched my anus, gently stroking it with her fingers, then she suddenly 　　thrust one finger inside. Distracted, I felt a surge of pleasure, and my semen sprayed wildly into my sister 　　's vagina. 　　My sister's vagina was bathed in my semen, and after a few struggles, she too reached orgasm. 　　I held my sister tightly, reluctant to pull my penis out of her vagina, even though the semen was already flowing down my 　　penis onto the bed. 　　"Good brother, pull it out, it'll get rotten if it stays in there any longer," my sister said. 　　"So what if it gets rotten together?" I said, then bit down on my sister's nipple, which was covered in my saliva. 　　From then on, my sex life with my sister began. Although she already had a boyfriend, she would still find opportunities 　　to come back and have intimate contact with my penis. This continued until my senior year of high school, when my parents divorced 　　and my sister moved out with my father. 　　After I entered university, my sister started preparing for her wedding. Although my mother had a falling out with my father, she still 　　attended my sister's wedding, and I went with her. We even found an opportunity to have sex in the bathroom. 　　After my sister got married, she and her husband bought a house and moved out of my father's house. My mother and I still 　　lived in the old house. My sister had a lot of social engagements at work, and each time she would come back after just one night to "treat" my penis. 　　(Part 2) Mother and Son 　　"A daughter is like a tree that cannot be kept at home." This was my mother's comment on my sister's marriage. Although my sister 　　would come back to see me from time to time after getting married, she didn't come back every day. I still slept in the same room, but the difference was that 　　I was the only one on the bed. I masturbated every day to satisfy my cravings. 　　My mother is a middle school teacher, teaching Chinese, so she has a very refined air about her and speaks eloquently. She 　　makes a point of dressing herself well every day, since she teaches dozens of students daily. On weekends, she changes into sportswear 　　and goes out to play tennis, always playing until she's drenched in sweat. She fills her time with her work.

In her free time, my mother goes out to exercise. On the surface, she seems to have a fulfilling life, but that's not actually the case.
My mother is 46 years old this year, with a great figure. Her breasts, even after raising my sister and me, are still so full and
alluring. Because of that incestuous relationship with my sister, I have some fantasies about my mother.
But these are purely fantasies; I think teachers are definitely not very open-minded.
Tomorrow is my birthday, and I went home early to tidy up my room, moving
things from the table to under the bed. My mother left a note saying she went out to buy groceries.
Most of the things in my room are quite old; some are even things my mother used to have when she was in school. Because my
room is relatively empty, I put a cabinet in it, which contains some odds and ends.
After tidying up my things, feeling rather bored, I lay on the bed reminiscing about
the passionate times I spent with my sister. Suddenly, I remembered a few borrowed erotic novels under my bed. I
jumped up and crawled under to find them. As I was about to emerge from under the bed,
I noticed an envelope taped to my bed frame. Curious, I pulled it out.
Sitting on the bed, I opened the envelope, and a letter fell out.
It was covered in transparent tape, suggesting it had been torn and re-stitched. I carefully opened the letter.
Things always happen when you're least expecting them. The letter was from my maternal uncle in Inner Mongolia, addressed to my mother.
He used to visit me often when I was little, but later he went to Inner Mongolia to do business, buying various local products
and selling them to coastal areas; I heard his business was doing well. The letter revealed my entire background: I
was born from incest between my mother and my uncle. Besides my uncle's confession, the letter also contained a bankbook with 200,000 yuan in it.
After reading it, I put the letter back where it belonged, and then put the few pornographic books back as well.
It turned out my biological father was actually my uncle. What was my sister's relationship with him?
Did my sister know about this? Did Dad find out about this and that's why he divorced Mom? Many
questions flooded my mind, but after thinking about it, I suddenly realized that I had already had a relationship with my sister, so what was there to be
upset about? Maybe I inherited my biological father's nature; he committed incest with my mother, and I committed incest with my sister.
"Bingbing! Come help me get my things," Mom called from downstairs.
I immediately ran out of my room. Mom was carrying a large bag of things and was heading towards the kitchen.
"There's more on the bike outside," Mom said.
I ran outside and unloaded everything from the bike.
"Why did you buy so much?" I asked.
"Of course, it's for eating. Tomorrow is your birthday, so I'm making you some of your favorite dishes today," Mom said.
"It's not until tomorrow, why are we eating today?" I asked.
"You have to eat tomorrow too. Look at you, you're over twenty and you're still not as tall as me. Go and wait to eat
." Mom said and went into the kitchen.
I didn't know what Mom was thinking. After a sumptuous dinner, my sister came back with my brother-in-law,
and they brought me a gift.
"Where's your father? Didn't he come to see your brother?" Mom asked casually.
"Dad went out to work and told us to come back," my brother-in-law said quickly.
"Oh."
We stayed together for a while. My sister and brother-in-law had to go out for a business dinner, so they left. Mom had to go on a home visit, so she
left too. I was left alone at home. I went back to my room, lay on the bed, and read a book. My mind was filled with
thoughts of Mom and Uncle. Suddenly, I felt that their relationship was very exciting. In their time, premarital sex was
a taboo. They did it, and it was this kind of relationship. In my mind, I saw my uncle's strong body pressing down
on my mother's full body.
"Bingbing, wake up." Somehow, I actually fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, Mom
was sitting on my bed in her pajamas.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"It's 12 o'clock, which is your birthday. Get up quickly." Mom said,
handing me a box wrapped in paper.
"What is it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.
"Why don't you take a look?" Mom said with a smile.
I opened the box and found a book inside, an unabridged Chinese version of *One Thousand and One Nights*,
the book I had always wanted.
"Great, Mom, how did you know what I wanted?" I said happily.
"I'm your mother, I know what you're thinking." Mom said with a hint of pride.
"Mom, can you read it to me like I did when I was little?" I said.
"Hehe, you're all grown up now, still acting like a child." Mom said.
"No matter how old I am, I'm still a child in front of you." I said.
"Okay." Mom pulled her pajamas up, then leaned back on the bed and opened *One Thousand and One
Nights*.
I lay on Mom's lap, listening to her read the story to me, my right arm naturally wrapped around her waist,
while my left hand slipped inside her pajamas, tugging at her nipple with my fingers, just like when I was little.
At first, Mom was a little uncomfortable because my hands kept moving around on her nipples. After a
while, she got used to my hands and began to slowly read me a story. I lay comfortably on Mom's lap,
my fingers playing with her nipples with satisfaction. But now, my feelings weren't like a child's—
a fondness for my mother's breasts—but rather a caress filled with lust.
Mom probably hadn't expected my thoughts and was still focused on reading the story. Her nipples
hardened in my hands. I was a little tired and fell asleep against Mom's lap.
In my dream, I felt someone lying beside my bed. A smell of alcohol entered my nostrils. I knew it must
be my sister. The thought of my sister instantly banished my sleepiness. I suddenly opened my eyes. In the dimly lit room, I saw someone
lying next to me, fast asleep.
Without a word, I pressed myself against her, my hands lifting her clothes, then pulling down her panties,
and then groping my large, erect penis into her stimulating vagina.
"Ah." She seemed to wake up and tried to get me off her, but my penis was already inside her.
I went in, and my hand gripped her breast tightly through her bra.
"You…" she turned to say something, but before she could speak, my mouth sealed hers. My
tongue swirled in her mouth, and she struggled a few times before stopping, her tongue awkwardly
intertwining with mine.
My sister's vagina was already very wet, and I was thrusting in and out comfortably, without any resistance.
However, her vagina seemed much looser than before, but the thrusting was incredibly pleasurable. Because of the lack of
that tight stimulation, I hadn't felt the urge to ejaculate even after thrusting for a while.
"Sis, it's been a few days since we've done it, and your little hole has become loose. Is it your husband's doing?" I
asked, parting her lips.
She didn't answer, just nodded. I pressed against her back, kissing her neck, listening to her heavy
breathing. My penis thrust even harder inside her. I pulled it out completely, then
forcefully pushed it back in, the head reaching her cervix, then grinding it up and down, left and right.
At that moment, I wanted to melt into her body, as if nothing could satisfy me.
I pulled out my penis, then turned her shoulders around. She obediently rolled over with my hand. I lifted the
hem of her loose nightgown and covered her, then placed her legs on my waist. After moving the head of my penis up and
down a few times at her already wet vaginal opening, I inserted it into her warm, moist little hole.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, and my penis plunged deep inside each time, the head of my penis making full
contact and friction with her vagina, creating wave after wave of pleasure.
She also began to sway her hips up and down, welcoming each of my thrusts.
My penis began to feel, trembling as if electrocuted. I knew I was about to ejaculate, so I thrust even
harder. My hand touched her breast, my fingers playing with her nipple. But my hand didn't
touch the small bump on her left nipple. Was it not my sister's?
Just as I was thinking this, her vagina began to pulsate. I knew this was the prelude to her orgasm. I quickly
reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.
"Mom," I called out. My mother was beneath me, enduring my thrusts.
"Faster...faster! It's coming." My mother didn't care about anything else and continued to sway her hips.
I was also at a crucial moment, so I continued to thrust forcefully. With the arrival of orgasm, a
thick, hot stream of semen shot into my mother's vagina, and my mother secreted even more fluid, enveloping my penis.
We reached orgasm together. I lay weakly between my mother's breasts, my head rising and falling with her chest.
My mother lay there quietly, enjoying the afterglow of passion.
My mother put her hand on my head, stroked my hair, and sighed.
"Mom," I called softly.
"We...we did something," Mom said.
I nodded.
"Oh! What a tragedy. I never thought that after all these years, I'd still be the same as before." Mom
said, getting up from the bed and walking towards the door.
"Let's pretend nothing happened today," Mom said, turning back.
I don't know where I got the courage, but I suddenly jumped up and hugged Mom. Mom stopped in her tracks
, her hand resting on mine.
"Mom, I don't care, you're my wife from now on," I said firmly.
"Bingbing, why...why are you doing this?" Mom said.
"Mom, do you want to? If not, why didn't you stop me earlier?" I said.
"Then..." Mom was speechless for a moment, standing there.
"Mom, Dad left you, so I'll take care of you," I said firmly.
Mom gripped my hand tightly, and I felt a warm drop of liquid on my hand. Mom
turned around and hugged me tightly.
"Do you know why I divorced your father?" Mom said, lying beside me,
circling her finger around my nipple.
"Is it because of your uncle?" I asked.
"How did you know?" Mom asked.
"I saw something hidden under my bed," I replied.
"It's good that you know; you were bound to find out sooner or later." Mom said, taking out the book she bought for me, and then
taking out a bankbook from inside.
"This is the living expenses your biological father gave you. Today is your birthday. A few days ago, more than twenty years ago, we had
sex, and soon you were born. Your grandmother was worried about things going wrong, so she married me off to your current father. Now
this money is yours; you can do whatever you want. You're an adult now." Mom handed
me the bankbook.
"What am I going to do with so much money? I'll put it away for now and take it when I need it." I put the bankbook back
into the book. "Mom, why did you suddenly come to my room?"
"I was reading you a story, and when I saw you were asleep, I wanted to rest a bit, but then I thought about your father again, and
I felt a little uneasy..."
"You've been drinking," I interrupted Mom.
"Yes," Mom said, "You're just like your uncle, not very tall, but so understanding
."
"Hehe."
"By the way, I just heard you call me 'sister'? You and your sister are also..." Mom said.
Seeing that I couldn't hide it any longer, I told Mom everything about my sister and me.
"You're even more amazing than your uncle," Mom said.
"Then what's my relationship with my sister?" I asked.
"She's not your sister, but your father's daughter from his first marriage, but his ex-wife passed away from illness,"
Mom said.
"Then my sister and I aren't related by blood?" I asked.
"Yes, so I don't care about your relationship, and I feel comfortable arranging for you to share a room."
"You're such a good mother," I said, kissing Mom's cheek.
My hand touched Mom's breast, and my penis hardened again. Mom saw my erect penis and knew...
What was I going to do? So I lifted the hem of my clothes, turned to the side, spread my buttocks with my hands, revealing
my darkened vulva.
"Hurry up, don't delay your rest," Mom said.
...
When I woke up, it was already bright. I didn't know when Mom had left my room. I heard
the sound of things being moved in the living room, it seemed Mom was tidying up her room.
I got dressed and came out. Sure enough, Mom was wiping the closet glass. I walked up behind Mom and suddenly
hugged her waist.
"Ah..." Mom was startled, then turned around and saw it was me. "You scared me to death! Why aren't you sleeping
?"
"I'm already asleep," I replied.
"The food is in the kitchen, go eat." After Mom finished speaking, she turned around and went back to wiping the glass.
I went to the kitchen and ate something, then went to the bathroom to take a shower. When I came out, I saw Mom
was still tidying up. As the saying goes: when you're full and warm, you think of lust. Looking at Mom's voluptuous body,
what I had just eaten became a catalyst for my lust.
I walked up behind Mom and placed my hand directly on her breast.
"Mom. I want to..." I said.
"No, it's broad daylight, it's not good to be seen," Mom said, swaying her body.
"Who would come now?" I said, reaching for Mom's waist and unbuckling her belt. As soon as the belt loosened,
her pants fell down automatically, leaving only a pair of black underwear. With a flick of my wrist, I pulled the underwear
down as well.
Yesterday I mistook Mom for my sister, so there was no tenderness, and naturally I didn't have a chance to carefully examine
the differences between Mom's vulva and my sister's. I squatted down, spread Mom's legs apart, and carefully observed
her private area.
A mature woman's vulva is indeed very fragrant, and Mom's vulva also had a fishy, pungent smell. Although it was
masked by the scent of shower gel, I could still smell it. Mom's labia majora were very thick.
When I released my fingers, the two labia majora automatically closed together, protecting the vulva, leaving only a fleshy slit.
There were many black pubic hairs along the edge of the slit, extending all the way down to Mom's lower abdomen. I then forcefully spread the two
labia majora apart.
My mother's clitoris hardened under the stimulation of my fingers. I stuck out my tongue and licked it, then
slid my tongue down her clitoris, across her vagina, all the way to her anus, and then back again
. After a few rounds, my lips were covered with the fluid secreted from my mother's vagina, and my mother leaned weakly
against the cupboard, panting.
"Bing...Bing, don't lick anymore..." my mother pleaded.
I stood up, took off my mother's apron, and then reached inside her clothes. But I didn't go for
her full breasts; instead, I stopped under her armpit. I touched my mother's soft armpit hair and couldn't resist
pulling one out forcefully.
"Ah!" my mother cried out in pain.
I kissed my mother's smooth skin, then pulled my pants down to my feet and rubbed my penis against my mother's legs.
"Quick, quick, put it in...don't...don't torture me anymore..." my mother pleaded.
I gripped my penis and tried my best to raise it. But there was no way; I was too short, and my penis couldn't
reach my mother's genitals. I turned around and found a small plastic stool under the table. I took it out,
stood on it, and hehe, the height was just right.
I adjusted the angle and then forcefully inserted my penis into my mother's wet vagina from behind. Then,
holding my mother's waist, I began to thrust vigorously.
"Mmm~ Mmm~~" My mother's moans weren't very loud. She was leaning against the cabinet, her two full breasts pressed against the glass
, her breath forming water droplets on the glass, which then slowly flowed down to her nipples.
My mother's buttocks moved back and forth with my thrusts. My penis moved from her breasts to her buttocks, and my fingers
began to play with her anus. My mother's anus also had a lot of hair, but it wasn't as
tough as her genitals; it was very soft. I gently stroked it.
After a period of intense exercise, I was sweating, and my mother was also panting heavily.
The sweat from her genitals helped my thrusting, and I gained more and more strength. The scent of my penis
mixed with the scent of my mother's vaginal secretions.
My mother's vagina had begun to move irregularly, and the fluid was increasing. I knew my mother's climax
was approaching, and I was preparing to thrust into her a few more times when, before I could even begin, my mother suddenly squeezed
my penis tightly, and then her hips began to sway from side to side. I couldn't control my movements, and my semen sprayed
into my mother's vagina.
"Huff... huff..." I lay on top of my mother, panting, and my mother was also breathing heavily.
After a while, my mother reached over and pulled my penis out, then used her fingers to clean the
remaining fluid.
I kissed my mother's lips, tasting her saliva with my tongue.
"Was it good, Mom?" I asked.
My mother nodded shyly, and just as I got off the stool, the sound of a lock opening
came from the back door.
"Mom. Little brother, I'm home." My sister's familiar voice rang out.
"Your sister's back! Hurry up and get dressed," Mom said hurriedly.
"It's okay, Mom," I said, pulling her hand to stop her.
"Why?" Mom asked.
"We have a chance to play threesome now," I said with a smile, my penis, still slightly wet, hardening again
.
[The End]

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