Incestuous pornography

My older sister, a senior in high school, spends every evening studying at school. Sometimes she comes home too late, and Mom will urge me to pick her up. Unlike me, whose grades are mediocre and who relies on looks, my sister attends a prestigious local high school and is in one of the top classes for college entrance exams. Her grades are exceptionally good; she's always in the top five or ten overall, so Mom never has to worry about her.
Mom has long since given up on my grades; as long as I get into university, that's all that matters. She'd rather worry about my penis than my grades… My sister knows I'm still developing, and if she's not too late on her way home, she'll bring me some food from the night market. Since Mom's been going to bed early lately, after 10 PM is basically just my sister and me having our own late-night snack time.
We often use this time to chat about the funny things that happen at our respective schools. After all, since my sister started her senior year, we basically don't have any other time together except for this time. She gets up early every morning to go to early study, not to mention her daytime at school.
Even after showering at home, she'll still read a little more before going to sleep. They're twins and look so alike, so how come their brains are so different? In my eyes, my sister only cares about studying, while I'm obsessed with romance.
"Little brother, I remember you have midterms coming up, right?" My sister sipped her noodle soup and looked up at me.
"Oh... I think so."
"Hey, be serious! Ask me anything you don't understand, or Mom will sigh again when she sees your report card." I scratched my head sheepishly and said, "Well... it's okay, but I didn't quite understand that formula you asked me about last time, and I couldn't answer it when the teacher called on me in class today." "Hey!" My sister gently tapped my head. Why does she have this habit of tapping my head, just like Mom?
"I'll tell you again, listen carefully this time." With that, my sister got up and went to the living room, rummaged in her bag, and took out a pretty pink notebook before coming back.
I dropped my notebook, and a small white envelope slipped out and landed right at my feet. Looking down, I saw it was addressed to Li Yuxin.
"Don't look! Don't look!" My sister rushed over and knelt down to pick up the envelope.
Suddenly, beneath her dark blue uniform skirt, I had a clear view of the mysterious triangle area of her long, slender legs clad in shiny black pantyhose. Because of the cold weather, all the schools had switched to winter uniforms, allowing students to wear trousers, but my sister continued to wear her skirt.
She liked to wear a layer of warm black pantyhose under her skirt. Since this was the type of pantyhose Mom liked to wear… or rather, the type I liked her to wear when I was with her, Mom had quite a few pairs in her closet, and my sister would often just take the ones she wanted from Mom.
Unfortunately, many of those pantyhose were ones Mom had worn when we were having sex; they just weren't visible after washing. Otherwise, I'd sprayed my thick semen onto several pairs of stockings... My eyes were fixed on them, my mind was racing, and my pants were getting hard without me even realizing it. I temporarily shook off the lewd thoughts and asked my sister, "What's that... for Li Yuxin? Hehe, who wrote you a love letter?" "Oh! Don't ask!" My sister blushed, tucking the envelope back into the last page of her notebook. "Just a bunch of boring boys." "A bunch, not just one, so you mean there's a huge Yuxin fan club?" I asked with amusement.
"Ugh! Don't ask! Look! This formula..." Although her cheeks were still flushed, my sister quickly flipped to a page in her notebook and began explaining the mathematical formula I'd asked about, almost as if trying to escape the question.
But seeing the love letter to my sister, my mind went blank, and I couldn't concentrate on the formula. Actually, receiving a love letter wasn't surprising at all. My older sister is very pretty, her features basically inherited from my parents' good genes.
Her long, flowing hair always seems weightless in the breeze, her already thin eyebrows appear even more delicate after my mother trimmed them, her large eyes are always watery and endearing, her small nose has a straight bridge, and her lips are small and thin, always a pretty pink, and like my mother, the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, like a cute little kitten… Wait, I have all these facial features too, so why do I feel a little creeped out when I think about it?
I'm already 178 cm tall in my second year of high school, and although my sister is a bit shorter than me, she's still 172 cm tall. Her slender figure looks frail at first glance, and although she's not as sexy as my mother with her large breasts, slim waist, and full hips, she's definitely got curves in all the right places.
Although I don't know her exact measurements, even when she's wearing light loungewear at home, you can see how incredibly ample her bust is beneath the thin fabric.
Especially her long, beautiful legs; her waist is taller than mine, and while slender, they're also perfectly proportioned. Not only do her long, fair legs attract my attention when she's wearing shorts at home, but they also arouse my imagination when she wears the same black stockings as my mother.
Several times, seeing my sister, wearing a school uniform skirt and black velvet stockings, bend down to pick something up without any warning, her beautifully shaped buttocks sticking out, makes my monstrous erection swell to an unbearable degree.
If I could push such a beautiful older sister down on the bed, knead her soft, boneless legs, forcefully tear open her black pantyhose, and insert my huge penis into her sweet, private parts… “Little…little brother, why are you bleeding from your nose?!”
“Oh, it must be because Mom’s seafood feast tonight was too nourishing…” The flustered older sister grabbed a tissue from the table, got up, and plugged my nose with the blood. She placed her other hand on the side of my forehead, making me look down, watching me with concern.
At such close range, I could almost smell the faint fragrance emanating from her. Because I was looking down, I could look at her beautiful legs in their thin black stockings without any restraint, making my heart beat even faster.
Seeing that my nosebleed showed no signs of stopping, the older sister hurriedly stood even closer, completely unaware that her two beautiful legs were now pressed tightly against my legs in shorts.
Oh my god…
The delicate touch sent a jolt of electricity through my calves. My sister, flustered, unconsciously rubbed against me a few times. The friction between my skin and her stockings was intoxicating, waves of pleasure washing over me, causing my penis to quickly erect, and my nosebleed to bleed even more profusely. A
little more bleeding for a little longer isn't so bad.
Just like realizing that my mother, whom I saw every day, was a “woman,” I also began to notice that my sister, who had grown up with me, was also a “woman.”
Until about middle school, my sister Yuxin and I bathed together every day. Even as a child, I noticed differences in her body. Where I had a penis, my sister's was flat. And her breasts, which were originally identical to mine, began to grow slowly, and her buttocks started to become more fleshy.
I remember one morning in fourth grade discovering I could get an erection, which became even more pronounced while bathing with my sister. Especially the moment my older sister took off her clothes, seeing her developing body and her fair skin, I would uncontrollably start to swell.
At the time, not understanding my own body, I didn't find anything strange; I just felt itchy when I washed my penis as it grew bigger. My older sister naively thought that my younger brother was just another object she could aim at when she peed.
After my older sister entered junior high a year earlier than me because I started school later, our dismissal times and tutoring sessions meant our home hours were now significantly different. Before I knew it, we no longer had the chance to shower together.
Lost in thought about these random childhood memories in class, I realized it was lunchtime. It felt like I'd just sneaked a bite of braised pork rice from the school cafeteria this morning, and now it was lunchtime again?
"Li Yuyang, looking for me outside!"
A classmate's voice interrupted my reverie. Turning around, I saw the classmate who had called me sitting by the window.
Two girls from some class were standing outside, awkwardly pushing each other forward. Confused, I got up and walked out of the classroom. As soon as I appeared, one of the girls stammered, "Li Yuyang, could we talk under that tree over there?" "Oh, what's up?" I followed the two girls, still a bit dazed, to a phoenix tree not far from the classroom.
As soon as I stopped, the two girls turned around. One of them, a petite and cute girl with long, flowing hair, bowed her head and forcefully handed me a light blue envelope. "This...this, please accept this!" Completely bewildered, I reached out and took the envelope. The two girls turned and ran away the instant I took it. The petite girl shouted happily, "I gave it to him! I gave it to him!" Huh?
So this is a love letter?
To be honest, I've received a few love letters before, but in the past, they were always quietly placed in my drawer after I entered the classroom early in the morning. Being called out and receiving a love letter in front of everyone is a first for me.
"You fucking beast!"
"Good job, Li Yuyang, you animal!"
"Two big ones, threesome, Yuyang, you're awesome!" "Damn it, what are you guys doing! Get out of here and eat your shit!" Hearing this bunch of troublemakers shouting nonsense, I cursed in terror, afraid the whole world would know.
Several girls from my class noticed and gave me resentful (at least that's what I thought were resentful) looks. Sorry for ignoring you all.
After the chaos subsided, the students in the classroom began to calm down, some eating lunch, some chatting, some eating shit... Huh? ...I sat back down in my seat at the back of the classroom and slowly opened the light blue envelope.
The pale yellow letter paper decorated with daffodils had a faint perfume scent, and the handwriting in black ballpoint pen was round and cute.
The gist of it was: Li Yuyang, I'm sorry to bother you. I've noticed you for a long time and think you're special. Could we be friends if possible?
I wrote something like that, followed by her class and name.
"Ugh, being too popular is such a problem, what am I going to do?"
"Who asked you to read my inner monologue?!"
Two classmates, hiding behind my shoulders, secretly read the love letter with me, and even recited my inner thoughts like a double act… Damn, they really did it… perfectly. A few girls in my class stopped eating lunch—or was it my imagination?—and their gazes towards me seemed even more mournful.
Suddenly, I remembered the letter that fell out of my sister's pink notebook last night: To Li Yuxin. I wondered what circumstances my sister received the love letter, and how she felt afterward.
Holding the love letter a girl wrote to me, even though it wasn't the first time, I still felt a little smug and proud. Right? Everyone, even if they pretend to be indifferent on the surface, still secretly longs to be noticed by the opposite sex. So, when my sister received the love letter, did she feel a little happy and smug like me?
For some reason, I suddenly really wanted to know.
Before I knew it, it was past nine o'clock at night, and my sister still hadn't come home.
During this time, I had already ejaculated two large loads of semen into my mother's vagina, the intense fucking making her legs weak. The semen overflowing from her hairless vulva had soaked through her light gray stockings, yet I still didn't let up, gently thrusting my semi-erect penis inside her vagina.
Based on past experience, whenever I had sex with my mother, after reaching orgasm and ejaculating, I could regain my erection within two or three minutes and continue the fight. Compared to masturbating with my mother's stockings, the recovery speed was frighteningly fast.
Especially tonight, Mom was particularly languid and alluring. Her slender legs, clad in stockings, clung to my waist, refusing to let go. Her delicate hands caressed my sweat-drenched chest, yearning for more pleasure.
"Little Yang, you're so strong and capable today... Mommy just passed out from all that... How about passing out again, Mommy?" With a lewd grin, I thrust my now-powerful 18-centimeter-long penis into Mom's tight vagina.
Mom's grey-stockinged legs tightened around my waist, fueling my thrusts. After many sexual encounters with Mom, I'd learned to vary the depth of my thrusts, using a nine-shallow-one-deep pattern to relentlessly ravage her.
Each shallow thrust followed by a deep one pounded into the very depths of her vagina, as if trying to shove my testicles inside her as well.
"Baby... why are you doing this to Mommy... ahh, so thick, so strong, love me more, Xiao Yang love Mommy more!" Watching Mommy's 35D breasts sway back and forth under my piston-like movements, I reached out and grasped Mommy's two large, tender breasts that were too big to be held in one hand, kneading them vigorously while also rubbing Mommy's already hard, pink nipples with my fingers.
"Hoo hoo, how is Mommy? Is my cock inside me well?" "You still ask... ahh, ahhh, you're making Mommy feel so good... so good I'm dying!" Maintaining our lower bodies connected, I lifted Mommy's upper body, while I slowly fell back onto the soft bed, so that Mommy was straddling my penis, saying lewd lines: "If you want to keep enjoying it, Mommy will move herself." "You... you're so bad..." Mommy, already trapped in the mire of sexual pleasure, bit her lower lip tightly, tears streaming down her face as she couldn't bear the intense pleasure.
To continue craving the stimulation from her son's penis, she could only brace herself on my chest with both hands and begin to twist her slender waist, using her tight vagina to continue stroking her son's huge penis.
My hands were not idle either; one hand continued to rub her snow-white breasts, while the other reached to our already sticky juncture, gently rubbing the swollen, engorged clitoris on her smooth, white vulva.
"Ahhh! Not there!"
"Not there?"
I heard my mother's high-pitched, plaintive moans, and I pinched her clitoris even faster. After she had lost the strength to continue moving her waist due to excessive pleasure, I continued to thrust upwards into her vagina with powerful force from below, pushing her to the highest peak time and time again.
"She's dead... Mom's dead... Ohhhhh!" With a long, shrill moan, Mom reached her climax. Her clitoris, which was tightly gripping my huge glans, squeezed and released a gush of hot fluid, making my glans tremble.
But I wasn't satisfied with that, as I hadn't reached my limit yet. I got up and pushed Mom down again, and in the missionary position, I pounded into her clitoris with my thick penis. Mom, who had already climaxed, couldn't take it anymore. She arched her back, rolled her eyes, and drool dripped from the corner of her mouth, a sensation so intense that she couldn't control herself.
I gathered my mother's legs together, vigorously kneading her slender, grey-stockinged feet with both hands, and inhaling the alluring scent of her soles against my face. Then, during the final few thrusts, I shoved her tiny toes, along with the tips of her stockings, into my mouth, gently biting them with my teeth.
My mother's sensitive feet arched, and her vaginal opening clenched so tightly it hurt my penis, finally stimulating my glans to the point of climax. I began to ejaculate thick, lustful fluid into her vagina.
Halfway through, I released her stockinged feet, pulled my ejaculating penis out, and shoved it into her mouth, splashing hot, cloudy semen all over her lower body and beautiful face. Then, I continued to release the last of my semen into her cute little mouth.
Lost in the throes of orgasm, Mom's body, from her alluring vulva to her flat stomach, her large, white breasts, her oval face, and her delicate lips, were all bathed in my spray. She was completely overwhelmed.
Several minutes later, with a seductive expression, she slowly licked the semen from the corners of her mouth, swallowed it all with a gulp, and pulled me close from beneath her, whispering, "You naughty Yang, you've covered Mommy in your stuff again..." Even though it was already the third time, it felt like a first-time burst. I was also surprised by my own enormous ejaculation volume; with each increasing incestuous intercourse, it seemed to be growing ever larger.
After catching my breath, Mom gently pushed me away and began cleaning my sexy body, which was covered in a mess of white, sticky fluid. Then, with a languid, post-orgasmic stickiness, she said, "Baby, it's getting late. Hurry up and get ready to pick up your sister from school." I glanced at the clock; it was already past 9:30. Unconsciously, I'd been having sex with Mom for over an hour. "Okay, I'm going now." Ignoring the thick taste of my semen still lingering on Mom's mouth, I smiled and kissed her deeply for a while before getting off the messy bed to go pick up my sister from evening study.
The night was dark, with a slight chill in the air. On such a slightly cold day, in our relatively remote community, looking up at the sky, we could still see a sky full of twinkling stars. It was
about a ten-minute walk from our house to my sister's school.
Although there's a bustling night market right outside my sister's school, the road leading to our community is practically deserted except for a few streetlights. Even the buses only come every thirty minutes or more, making the wait too long. Therefore, whenever my sister's evening study sessions go on for a while, we always tacitly wait at school for me to pick her up.
Mom used to drive her herself at night, but lately she's been letting me go out on missions. According to Mom, I'm an adult now and can protect my sister, so she makes me her protector.
But I feel like I'm more like a flower-destroying maniac… My sister doesn't mind walking home with her brother instead of taking the car. She says she's been sitting at school all day, so walking around and getting some exercise and fresh air is nice. She also thinks it's not good to keep bothering Mom to drive, since she's already tired from work during the day and should rest when she gets home.
Sigh, that's not really the case…
Maybe I'm saying Mom's legs are too weak to move because of my antics?
By the way, am I in a better position? Every time, after a whole night of intense thrusting until my back ached, and I'd ejaculated several times, feeling dizzy and disoriented, they'd still leave me to walk for ten minutes or so.
However, since I gradually realized that the girl I always walked with was also a beautiful "woman," that ten-minute walk became much easier.
It was a night like this, and I followed the familiar route, greeting the security guard at the school gate to say I was picking up my sister. I then walked through the dark school paths towards her school building.
My sister's school was a prestigious one, with a very large grounds. The campus was full of trees; it might be alright during the day, but at night it felt a bit eerie, like something strange might emerge from the depths of the woods. No wonder my sister always insisted I come in to pick her up. If Mom drove, it seemed like parents could just drive right in, right? As I
approached my sister's third-grade school building, even though it was almost ten o'clock at night, the lights were still on. Why are all these prestigious schools so twisted? I don't recall ever having evening self-study sessions at our school. A few who really wanted to study would barely manage to squeeze into the library; most people, like me, either went home for dinner, slacked off, or went out for fun… Wait, what?
Upstairs, most of the classrooms were empty, with only one or two students still buried in their books. Reaching the floor where my sister's class was, I turned around and there was her classroom.
Just as I was about to go in and call her home, I heard a quiet conversation inside. Hearing the noise, I paused outside the door and saw a tall boy standing beside my sister's seat, talking to her in hushed tones.
Their backs were to me. For some reason, I suddenly took a step back, not rushing in to interrupt them, but wanting to hear what they were saying.
"Yuxin, can you look up and talk to me?"
"…"
"You read the letter I wrote to you, right?"
My sister didn't reply. The boy paused, then continued, "Stop making a fuss, it's my fault. Let's go back to how we were together." What?!
So the letter I saw last time wasn't just a love letter at all, but a letter asking for a reconciliation.
Completely shocked, my mind went blank; I couldn't believe my dear sister was someone else's girlfriend.
I know that for high school students, having a boyfriend or girlfriend is perfectly normal, but deep down, I just couldn't accept it.
The thought of my gentle, sweet sister being held by another man, kissed on the lips, embraced in his arms, his arm around her waist, touching her legs… even… everything went black. Leaning against the wall with my left hand, I almost collapsed, but accidentally made a sound.
"Who's there?"
My sister and the boy turned around alertly. I could only pretend to have just arrived and confidently stepped into my sister's classroom. As soon as my sister saw me, she smiled sweetly, quickly packed her reference books into her bag, stood up, her slender legs in black opaque stockings swaying in her black flat shoes, and ran towards me in a few quick steps, taking my hand and leading me outside.
The boy remained standing there, motionless, glaring fiercely at our departing figures as if a thousand knives were piercing my back. My sister ignored him, simply taking my hand in her soft, loving touch as we continued down the stairs.
We didn't exchange a single word. Only after we had left the school building did my sister quietly release my hand and whisper, "Little brother...did you hear everything?" It took me a long time to formulate my answer before I finally nodded slightly and said, "Yes." My sister pursed her rosy lips, remaining silent, maintaining a delicate distance after releasing my hand, walking alongside me slowly towards home. I wanted to ask my sister something, but I didn't know how to begin.
Having boyfriends and girlfriends was commonplace; it seemed like it wasn't my place to comment. But if I did speak, what grounds would I have to ask—as a brother, as family, or...?
A silent tension hung in the air between us. My sister and I continued on our way, maintaining this frozen silence.
The day after that, I spent the entire day at school in a severely dazed state.
Although it was not uncommon for me to daydream in class, even my classmates could tell that I was acting particularly strangely today. When the English teacher called on me to translate a sentence, I replied with a trigonometric formula. When the history teacher called on me to answer a question with a name, I told him it was a temperate continental climate.
"Yu Yang, are you alright?"
"Yeah."
"Xiao Yang, have you lost your mind?"
"Oh."
"Li Yu Yang has Alzheimer's, hasn't he?"
"Ah."
"Li Yin Yang has had too many women and got syphilis in his brain, hasn't he?"
"Damn it, do you think I'm a toy if I don't talk?!"
I gave each of them a good elbow and sent them all away. I sat back down and opened the bento box I bought from the school store to eat lunch, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw the short girl who gave me the love letter last time appear at the classroom door.
After she spoke to one of my lousy classmates, he nodded and then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Li Yu Yang's love letter, takeaway!" "Get out of the way, you little brat!"
After taking down the lousy guy who thought he had a death wish, I followed the girl to the phoenix tree where I got the letter last time.
Although she was alone this time, for some reason, I was more scared than if she came with her friend.
"Um, um... I'm Lin Yuping from Class 4, Grade 1. Did you read my letter last time?" "Oh... um."
"Um... what did you think?"
This first-year student named Lin Yuping lowered her head, her hands clenched tightly together until they turned white, showing how nervous she was.
"I... I... Ah... junior, I'm actually not a very good person." To be honest, I might be even more nervous than her.
After clearing his throat, he continued, "My grades are average, I swear a lot, my special skill is arguing and sleeping, and my friends are all jerks... You saw that yourself, didn't you?" "But you're not pretentious!" Yuping raised her head, her words unusually firm.
"I often see you at school. Although you're surrounded by... strange friends, you treat everyone very sincerely. There's a relaxed atmosphere around you, so I... I... I really... you..." As she spoke, her head gradually lowered again, her small ears turning red.
To be honest, this junior is very cute. Although she was a bit thin and frail, her long, flowing black hair and bright, sparkling eyes were quite endearing; she was definitely a little beauty in the making.
But for some reason, I felt completely listless today, lacking even the strength to say a simple "yes" or "no."
"I'm going back for lunch..."
Damn it! What kind of answer was that?! As soon as I said it, I wanted to slap myself on the back of the head. Her letter only said she wanted to be friends! Not only did she not give a clear answer, but she didn't even offer to think about it; it was utterly stupid.
"I'm going back for lunch"... Li Yuyang, you son of a bitch!
Leaving my dumbfounded junior, Yu Ping, standing there, filled with regret, I turned and walked towards the classroom without hesitation. Only after receiving a boisterous welcome from the other students at the classroom door did I glance back.
The small figure under the phoenix tree, shoulders trembling slightly, seemed to be sobbing softly… When I got home that night, unusually, I didn't engage in any more sexual activity with my mother. Although she found it a bit strange, giving her body a day off now and then was fine. I sat in the living room, holding my mother's waist, quietly watching the pirated DVD of torture scenes that my classmate had brought me… Huh?… My mother chatted with me intermittently. As if she was truly exhausted after a day's work, her beautiful eyes narrowed and narrowed until they were almost closed.
Before falling asleep, my mother nestled close to my chest and said, "Regarding that multinational project, for some reason, the other party's representative suddenly decided to approve it unconditionally. They said they'd treat our representatives to a private room at the Yueyang Hotel tomorrow… Mom, come home as soon as possible…" Before she could finish speaking, she succumbed to sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep in my arms. The other party's representative?
Wasn't that the old geezer who asked my mother to sleep with him? "Won't this cause any problems...?" I watched the movie, utterly bored, while gently caressing my mother's beautiful legs in her white stockings, which she hadn't changed since coming home from work. I wanted to take advantage of her while she slept. Although I'd touched her often before, it felt different when she was asleep... My wicked thoughts swirled in my mind when I suddenly heard the rain starting to patter outside the window. Huh, my sister's still at school. With the clear blue sky this morning, she probably wouldn't have thought to bring an umbrella. Although the rain wasn't heavy, it still wouldn't be easy to walk home. My mother was already fast asleep, and I didn't want to wake her to drive and pick her up, so I had to resort to my servant duties again, and this time, I was just a slow-moving, useless horse... I gently carried my sleeping mother back to her room, covered her with a blanket, and took off her stockings, giving them a deep sniff. Hmm... Then I grabbed the umbrella and prepared to go out to pick up my sister.
Actually, after what happened last night, my sister and I hadn't exchanged a single word on the way home.
When we got home, we just quietly finished our late-night snacks and went back to our rooms to do our own things.
Logically, there shouldn't have been anything awkward between my sister and me, but I just couldn't think of anything to say.
Or rather, I didn't want to say anything.
Holding an umbrella, I walked the familiar path in the drizzle to my sister's school gate. After greeting the security guard, I walked confidently towards her dormitory. Strangely, my sister, who always quietly studied in the classroom, was nowhere to be found after I entered.
The classroom was empty; her reference books were still on her desk, and her backpack was still hanging there. Where had she gone? I called out to her in the restroom on the same floor, but no one answered. I
went downstairs and looked around but couldn't see her. Anxious and panicked, I stood there, not knowing what to do. Calming myself down, I could faintly hear voices coming from a distant grove of trees on campus. Anxious and disoriented, I ran towards the source of the sound in the light rain, and saw a boy and a girl struggling in the distance.
"You tricked me! Today I'll show you what happens when you play me!" "No!!!"
The tall boy swiftly pushed the girl from the campus path into the dark woods, pinning her down and frantically tearing at her clothes. Hearing the familiar crying voice, my eyes reddened with rage, I rushed over and, aiming a vicious hook punch at the scumbag's head. Caught completely off guard, the guy was sent flying.
I quickly closed in and delivered a powerful upward kick. With a crack, he flew upwards like a broken kite. Judging from the sound of breaking bones, his jaw was probably shattered into dust.
The scumbag lay sprawled on the ground, unable to get up. I grabbed him by the collar, and with a powerful punch, unleashed a torrent of blows on his face, beating him until his face was splattered with blood. Then, I released my fist, sending him flying and crashing into a tree before finally stopping.
Yu Xin, her uniform torn and tattered, sat stunned on the ground until I had brutally beaten the bastard beyond recognition.
Only then did she stagger to her feet. Panting, I turned around after dealing with the scumbag and saw Yu Xin struggling to her feet. Ignoring the blood still splattered on my right hand from the beating, I rushed forward and hugged her tightly.
With this support, Yu Xin seemed to release all her tension, and nestled against my chest, she burst into tears. The rain intensified, soaking us both completely.
I took off my coat and draped it over my sister's shoulders, then hugged her lovely body and gently stroked her rain-soaked hair. At that moment, I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and felt an overwhelming tenderness for my sister.
"I...I didn't mean for this to happen..." My sister sobbed incessantly, her words broken and fragmented.
"I thought he was a decent person, so I agreed to his request to just be friends...but then he went too far, wanting to hold my hand, kiss me, hug me, until I couldn't take it anymore...I avoided him, and then he went crazy. At first, it was just letters, but then he started harassing me every day...and then he went around telling everyone I was a promiscuous slut. I really couldn't take it anymore, so I decided to talk to him and make things clear...and that's how it turned out..." As she spoke, my sister's sobs grew louder, the torrential rain unable to drown out her heart-wrenching cries. My heart was breaking; I could only hold my sister tightly, gently patting her back to comfort her. We just stood there in the rain, embracing each other tightly, only each other.
Time passed, and my sister finally stopped crying. She leaned against my chest, sobbing softly, "Thank you, little brother. Thank goodness for you. If it weren't for you, I would be..." I lowered my head, silently gazing at her face. She placed her hands on my chest, slightly raised her head, and then pressed her small lips to mine.
The raindrops intensified.
Just a light peck, and her face flushed instantly. She suddenly pushed me away, taking a step back, leaving me stunned and bewildered.
"We're leaving..."
she said, tightening her coat. She quickly turned and jogged towards the school building.
From behind, her alluring curves, soaking wet, were incredibly tempting. Beneath her uniform skirt, her slender legs and shapely buttocks, encased in black sheer stockings, were even more alluring.
It should have been enough to make one's blood boil.
But at that moment, I felt no lust. All I felt was a puzzled contemplation of what her actions truly meant.
After packing our schoolbags, my sister, holding the umbrella I'd brought, walked quickly home, deliberately keeping a two-step distance from me.
Mom was already fast asleep and naturally wouldn't notice us returning home soaking wet. After a quick shower, my sister went back to her room without a word.
As she opened the door, she turned to me, who was about to enter the bathroom, and said softly, "I'm sorry, little brother, I shouldn't have... Just... forget about it..." Then she closed the door.
I didn't understand, I really didn't understand.
That piece of trash I'd beaten half to death seemed to be alive.
I knew this because when I came home from school the next day, I didn't see any news on TV about a male student found beaten to death on campus.
Thinking about it carefully, I don't really have much fighting experience, but yesterday I was only thinking about protecting my sister, and in my anger, I lost control for a moment. But even though this guy isn't dead, it looks like he'll be in the hospital for quite a while.
Since I ambushed him in the dark, in the rain, he probably doesn't remember what the person who beat him up looked like, right? I look just like Sister Yuxin; I wonder if that idiot will think it was Sister Yuxin who suddenly attacked and killed him? Just thinking about it makes me chuckle wickedly.
The feeling of the house being empty is a little unsettling. Last night, before Mom went to sleep, she mentioned that she was going to treat that lecherous old man to dinner. But considering the time, it's already past Mom's usual social engagement time.
Usually, even if Mom has a dinner engagement, she'll just go through the motions and come home, rarely later than 7:30. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it's already 7:40. Is this really okay?
I dialed Mom's cell phone out of concern, but strangely, it was switched off. I know Mom's cell phone habits very well; even in a meeting, she'll at least put it on vibrate. It almost never runs out of battery.
Feeling anxious, I quickly dialed the phone of a colleague I knew at my mother's company. She said my mother had gone out for a business dinner after work at six, and it seemed she was the only representative from the company.
"What the hell is your company doing! Knowing that lecherous old man has designs on my mother, you still let her go alone! If anything happens to my mother, none of you will survive!!" I angrily cursed into the phone, immediately asking for the old man's name and company. My colleague, realizing the seriousness of the situation, quickly reported it to the company and called the police. Meanwhile, I rushed out to the main street, hailed a taxi, and headed to the Yueyang Hotel.
I urged the driver to hurry the whole way. Although I was impatient, the driver's driving skills were truly top-notch; we arrived at the Yueyang Hotel in just a few minutes. I stuffed some money into the driver's hand, told him to keep the change, and rushed inside.
"Did some bald guy named Wang from Shichang Industry book a private room or something?" I asked the receptionist anxiously as soon as I entered.
"You mean Mr. Wang? He just took the key and went back to his room." "Did he bring a lady who's about this tall, with long black hair, and wearing a beige suit?" "Yes, that lady seems to be drunk..."
"You idiots! There's definitely something wrong with that!! Which room is he staying in!?" "I'm sorry, we can't provide rooms for guests..."
"If you say another word to me, I'll kill you all!" Hearing my loud shout, the receptionist looked troubled and helplessly glanced at the manager beside her, who shrugged innocently.
"You bastards...!"
"Hey buddy over there," a middle-aged man in a suit called out to me from a short distance away, "I just saw a bald man carrying a woman who looks a lot like the one you described into room 9311 on the ninth floor..." "Thanks, bro!"
I quickly rushed to the elevator and pressed the up button, my heart burning with rage, wishing I could fly straight to the ninth floor. As soon as I got out of the elevator, I found the direction of room 9311, ran over in a few strides, aimed at the door, and delivered a powerful spinning kick. It didn't budge, so I delivered another heavy kick, and with a loud bang, the door opened.
"Mom...!"
When I rushed into the room, a bald, fat man with a scruffy appearance was pinning my unconscious mother to the bed. Seeing me rush into the room, he turned around with a look of astonishment.
My mother's shirt had been ripped open, and her bra had been pulled up, revealing her enormous 35D breasts. The fat man was grabbing them with one hand each, seemingly enjoying it. Her tight skirt, however, appeared untouched.
"You fucking let go of me!!"
Having just beaten someone up yesterday, I used almost the same technique and angle to deliver a powerful hook punch to the bald man's head, sending him flying so hard he shattered the French windows.
Why the hell am I always getting into fights and rescuing damsels in distress lately? The bald, fat man crashed through the glass and landed unconscious against the French windows. I didn't bother with him anymore.
I held my mother tightly, quickly dressing her and repeatedly whispering in her ear, "Mom, Xiao Yang is here..." After a long while, my mother slowly woke up, her eyes closed, leaning weakly against my chest, as if she knew nothing.
Not long after, several of my mother's colleagues arrived with a large number of police officers. After quickly assessing the situation—the bald, fat man trapped in the broken glass—they told me to carry my mother to the hospital immediately.
"Xiao Yang, Mom wants to go home..." my mother whispered weakly in my ear, her arms wrapped around my neck.
"Okay...we'll go home..."
I hugged my mother, who looked like a sleeping beauty; she seemed just a little sleepy and probably not seriously injured. I quickly went downstairs and hailed a taxi, only to find it was the same driver who had brought me there.
"Young man, you're in such a hurry, so you're here to be a hero and save the damsel in distress?" "Yeah, yeah, hurry up and drive your car, okay?"
Back home, I turned on the lights and gently carried my mother back to her bed. She seemed to wake up slightly, sat up, and said to me with a rosy face and a touch of coquettishness, "Sweetheart, Mommy wants to take a bath..." So I let her hook her arms around my neck, lifted her up by her plump buttocks, and carried her to the bathroom. I opened the door, put her down, turned on the shower and turned on the hot water, and was about to go out to get her a change of clothes.
Unexpectedly, she hugged me tightly from behind, her little face gently rubbing against my back, "Sweetheart, Mommy wants you to take a bath with me..." I turned around and gently hugged her, saying softly, "Mommy, don't be silly, you were almost raped by that fat man just now." "I know, Mommy was so scared..." She unbuttoned my shirt, looking up at me with seductive eyes.
"But Mommy wants you to rape me now."
"Huh?" I was a little dumbfounded. "Rape is...?"
"Not just like you usually do Mommy, Mommy wants you to really rape me hard. Mommy wants to experience what it feels like to be raped..." Mommy's cheeks were already as red as an apple. She licked her sexy lips like a little devil, reached for my crotch, pulled down the zipper, and freed my semi-erect penis, which she then began to stroke with her delicate little hand.
Mommy seemed a little strange. Could it be that the fat man had given her some kind of aphrodisiac?
But now, with Mommy doing this, my penis immediately swelled to an 18-centimeter, ready for battle. Even if I wanted to stop, it would be too late!
"You really want me to rape Mommy? It will hurt." I lewdly reached out and rubbed Mommy's buttocks, which were covered by black transparent pantyhose under her tight skirt.
"Mmm... Mommy isn't afraid of pain. Mommy wants Xiao Yang to rape Mommy..." If I didn't respond, I wouldn't be like a man!
I quickly reached out and ripped my mother's top and bra apart. She screamed, her face filled with terror. Whether it was acting or not, I was now determined to really rape her. After her
upper body, I tore her skirt and pulled down her black sheer stockings on her left leg, ripping the entire stocking off her delicate left leg.
Amid her screams, I quickly wrapped the incredibly elastic black stocking around her wrist several times and tied a knot. Then I tied the other end to the hot showerhead in the bathroom. My mother, whose clothes were already torn to shreds and barely covering her body, was suspended from the showerhead by the stocking, with only her toes touching the ground.
Because the hot water was still running, she was quickly soaked. She was so into character, crying and screaming "No, no..." I violently thrust my hands into my mother's breasts, roughly scratching and kneading them until they left several finger marks.
"Too late, you bitch, I'm going to rape you until you pass out from pleasure! Haha!!" With that, I pushed aside my mother's already soaked panties and thrust my 18-centimeter-long, veiny penis into her beautiful, hairless vulva with ruthless force. As soon as my penis entered my mother's paradise, I felt it was hot and burning. It turned out that my mother was already overflowing with desire, whether from being drugged or from genuine arousal.
However, with the heavy thrust of my penis and the rough scratching of my hands on her snow-white breasts, my mother cried out loudly, tears streaming down her face, which broke my heart.
"Mom, are you really..." I stopped thrusting my penis and looked at my mother's tear-streaked face with uncertainty.
Seeing me stop, Mom, though still tearful, gave me a mysterious, alluring smile. Relieved, I began to thrust wildly.
"I'll fucking kill you, you filthy bitch! I'm going to fuck you to death, you slut!" Although I usually liked to thrust hard when I was with Mom, it was nothing compared to this intense force. Each thrust reached the deepest part of her core, and even Mom, in her usual good condition, couldn't withstand such explosive and continuous torment.
Mom's pitiful cries of "no!" further aroused my hidden beastly nature. I lifted one of Mom's left legs and continued to roughly fondle her other leg, still clad in torn black glossy pantyhose, with my left hand.
I always treated Mom with utmost care when we were together, afraid of hurting this beloved treasure. Now, with orders in hand, I went all out when I was fucking Mom. With one leg raised, my penis penetrated even deeper into her vagina.
My mother, still wearing tattered black pantyhose, had to tiptoe to touch the ground with her right leg. Her taut, beautiful leg made her already tight vagina even more constricted, to the point that it made my penis ache.
"No! No...! Ahhhhh...!"
"You bitch who's having incest with your son, haven't you been wanting to be raped for a long time? Watch me fuck you to death with my big dick!" Under the running shower, in a standing position I'd never used before, I was frantically ravaging this beautiful, confused beast of flesh, almost to my limit. The fact that both of them were soaking wet reminded me for a moment of the scene yesterday when I was tightly embracing Sister Yuxin in the pouring rain.
I remember yesterday, Sister Yuxin was also wearing a pair of black transparent pantyhose... Thinking of this, for some reason, I was burning with lust. As my 18-centimeter-long penis angrily thrust into my mother, all I could think about was raping Sister Yuxin in her black pantyhose.
"Oh, fucking, fucking you to death, I've wanted to rape you in black stockings for ages!" He shouted these brutal lines, though it was unclear whether he was speaking to his mother, who was experiencing multiple orgasms, or to his sister in his mind.
Thinking of his sister's delicate face, her alluring curves from her breasts to her buttocks, and her long, slender legs always clad in sexy stockings, his penis throbbed painfully, to the point where simple, violent thrusting couldn't satisfy him.
Suddenly, he pulled his penis out, and his mother, who was crying loudly, let out a hollow moan as he pulled away, as if urging him to continue raping her.
"You slutty bitch, don't rush, the big dick you've been waiting for is here!" He turned his mother, who was standing on one leg, halfway around, spread her plump, upturned buttocks, still covered in tattered stockings, and thrust his penis violently into her anus!
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!"
Under the constant rinsing of the hot water, it was impossible to tell whether the streams of tears from Mom's eyes were from hot water or tears. Driven solely by my insane lust, I grabbed Mom's two large, white breasts and rubbed them roughly, while my lower body began to thrust laboriously into her obviously virgin anus. My left leg pressed against the wall, her stockinged leg barely touching the ground, and I rubbed against it frantically.
Mom's anus was so tight that even a finger could barely pass through, let alone my brutally powerful penis, a weapon of mass destruction. My last shred of reason made me pause my pounding desire, stopping to observe Mom's reaction.
Mom, still crying out, turned around and gave me a reassuring look, allowing me to continue my brutal assault on her. My mother's tight rectum felt like it was coated in glue, preventing my penis from penetrating. The way it gripped my shaft brought me to tears of pleasure, making me regret never realizing how pleasurable it was to rape someone.
Having sex with my beautiful mother made me fantasize about what it would be like to have sex with my older sister, wondering if it would be as pleasurable as my beautiful mother's. Reluctantly releasing her right breast, I thrust my fingers into my mother's hairless vagina, not only ravaging her from behind with my large penis but also expertly manipulating her from the front with my fingers.
Caught in a pincer attack, Mom went into a frenzy. Her cries had morphed into high-pitched, drawn-out moans. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, her mouth agape, a mixture of hot water from the showerhead and saliva dripping from her mouth—she was reaching the limit of sensory overload.
The intense sexual frenzy under the multiple pleasures caused Mom's wet, hot vagina to contract rapidly, making her already tight rectum even more painful for my penis.
A torrent of vaginal fluid gushed from Mom's vagina, and my already climaxed penis thrust forcefully into Mom's anus, preparing for the final few thrusts before ejaculation.
Then, something unexpected happened. The half-open bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, and there stood Yuxin, my sister.
In the midst of the wanton and violent act of rape in the bathroom, I completely forgot that my sister would be home from evening self-study. My mind went completely blank, but my lower body, as if out of control, thrust deeply one last time. My hands gripped my mother's beautiful buttocks, which were covered in torn pantyhose, tightly. My glans swelled to its highest point, and my urethra opened wide, spraying thick streams of semen into my mother's rectum.
My mother was clearly stunned. She turned around and stared wide-eyed at my sister, completely dumbfounded. However, her vaginal opening, due to my intense ejaculation in her anus, once again released a large amount of vaginal fluid in pleasure.
My mother and I were still in the afterglow of our orgasm. My sister just opened her beautiful eyes wide, unable to believe that her brother and mother had engaged in incestuous sex in the bathroom. She shook her head in disbelief and backed away, then turned and ran back to her room without looking back.
I pulled out my softened penis, and a stream of white semen slowly and lewdly flowed from my mother's anus. I quickly untied the stockings from her wrists, grabbed a towel and roughly dried myself, then pulled on my pants and ran to my sister's room. My sister had already locked the door and ignored my calls from outside.
A little while later, my mother, wrapped in a bath towel and barefoot, came over, leaning gently on my shoulder with a sorrowful expression, murmuring, "I knew Yuxin would find out someday, but I never expected it to be like this..." "Sister, listen to me..."
"I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear it! Get away from me!"
My sister's desperate cries came from inside the room, leaving my mother and me shaking our heads helplessly outside.
Honestly, I knew it would be discovered sooner or later, but I never expected it to be like this, caught in the act.
Especially the incestuous act in the bathroom just now, so brutal—no one could accept that.
"Mom, you should go back to your room and rest. I'll take care of things here, sister..." "Okay..." After saying that, I lowered my head and lightly kissed my mother's lips, then let her go back to her room to sleep. I could only sit helplessly outside my sister's room, waiting for her to calm down.
When I realized I had fallen asleep sitting outside my sister's room, it was already the next morning. My sister's door was open, and she looked like she had already left for school. My previously bare upper body was
now covered with a blanket. My mother was still asleep, so only my sister would have covered me with the blanket... Although my mother and
I were inseparable, my fetish for stockings, which had only manifested at home since our encounter, seemed to have become stronger again. I wonder if it's because of yesterday's crazy rape scene with my mom in the bathroom that I've started having a vivid thought about my sister's black stockings.
On my way home from school, seeing a pretty office lady wearing black stockings made my penis hard, something that hasn't happened in a long time. After my sister discovered my affair with my mom, somehow I found myself caring more about her.
I'm afraid that because of this incident, I'll never see her gentle smile again, her sweet taps on my head as she scolds me, her caring help with my homework… So many complex emotions, with nowhere to vent, have somehow shifted to a perverse infatuation with her body.
I want to have sex with her.
I want to possess her heart, her body, everything about her.
Since realizing my sister is a woman, this desire has never been so strong, this feeling of caring so much about her, so I want to completely possess her—it's both love and lust. I feel like it's a possessive desire bordering on the perverse.
When I got home, all I could think about was grabbing my mom, tearing her high-quality stockings, and having a good fucking. I know that right now I'm desperately wanting to have sex with my sister, but I want to vent on my mother instead. It's a bit disrespectful to her, but I just feel that she'll understand.
Unfortunately, my mother made quite a scene yesterday, and although she's completely the victim, the company arranged for her to go on a business trip abroad for a while to avoid the storm. I need to stay at the company today to organize things for the next week, so I'll basically be home alone tonight.
What should I do? Eat, drink soda, watch TV, and go to sleep with this thing sticking out? Is
that even possible? In the past, I would automatically go into my mother's room, open her wardrobe, find my favorite stockings, and happily put them on my pent-up erection for a good time. But now, I'm going into my sister's room.
I open her wardrobe and start looking through her pantyhose. I know that many of them are directly from my mother; almost all of her pantyhose have been worn by me for sex or masturbation, and you can even see faint semen stains after washing.
I picked out a pair of black pantyhose that had recently aroused my desire. I took out a pair of sheer, shiny black pantyhose. Actually, I like them just as much as velvet or opaque ones, but this was the style my sister wore the day she was almost assaulted.
I quickly pulled down my pants, my engorged penis already swollen to eighteen centimeters. I was about to just slip the pantyhose on my penis and start masturbating when I caught a glimpse of the full-length mirror in my sister's room and suddenly remembered something I'd wanted to try for a long time.
I wanted to wear my sister's uniform.
This idea was quickly put into practice. First, I went back to my room and found the long black wig I'd worn last year at the school fair when those bastards forced me to dress up as a female waitress (don't ask me what kind of shop we ran back then…). Then I went back to my sister's room and found her bright white uniform and dark blue skirt. Then, starting from my not-so-thick legs, which weren't particularly hairy, I slowly began to pull on my sister's pantyhose.
The moment the pantyhose touched my legs, the silky smooth pleasure made my whole mind go numb. Slowly, I pulled the high-quality, elastic black pantyhose up to my waist. I smoothed the stockings over my legs, feeling an unparalleled comfort.
I finally understood the bliss of womanhood; wearing stockings was such a captivating and alluring experience. I don't have a penchant for cross-dressing, but looking at myself in the mirror now, I felt a melting sensation.
Aside from being slightly taller than my sister and lacking her alluring curves, my reflection looked exactly like her. Since we twins have almost identical features, with the wig on, I was practically a carbon copy of my sister's face.
I sat down, gently stroking my stockinged legs, imagining myself touching my sister's sexy legs. Looking at myself in the mirror, it felt as if my sister were truly touching me.
I started masturbating through the stockings. Because of the elasticity, even though the stockings tightly encased my penis, there was still room to rub it vigorously through the fabric.
The strange pleasure of transvestism and cross-dressing assaulted my spine. My left hand caressed my thigh clad in black pantyhose, while my right hand fiercely masturbated the penis beneath the pantyhose.
The delicate texture of the pantyhose rubbed against my already swollen, purplish-red glans, plunging me into a sensual hell. My right hand, stroking my pantyhose-covered penis, moved faster and harder, as I looked at myself in the mirror, enjoying the twisted sexual pleasure.
"I love you! Sister!! Ahhh...!!"
With the pleasure breaking through my limits, I let out an unbearable roar, and my glans, tightly encased in the pantyhose, began to spurt out powerfully, in large quantities, even spraying forward a distance after piercing the pantyhose. It's not hard to imagine how powerful my ejaculation was.
A dozen or so consecutive spurts left the entire pantyhose and the ground in front of me covered in a layer of thick, white semen. However, after the intense orgasm subsided, what followed was a feeling of emptiness that emptied my heart.
Looking at the person in the mirror who looked exactly like my sister, wearing a uniform and skirt but with a semi-erect penis under black stockings splattered with semen, I felt a surge of shattered, dark emotions.
Wearing my sister's uniform and stockings and masturbating today had indeed driven me almost insane, but I would never want to try it again. Perhaps it wasn't my sister herself who could truly bring me peace.
"Sister... Sister... Sister Yuxin..."
I closed my eyes and slumped weakly to the ground, murmuring my beloved sister's name. In this chaotic world I had constructed in my mind, I unrealistically hoped someone would offer me salvation.
In the quiet living room at night, I was enjoying a pleasurable foot fetish with my sister's stockinged feet.
During my mother's business trip, my sister had completely given herself to me. Every day after school, I would wait for her to finish her evening self-study so we could have incestuous sex.
Sometimes, even before my sister leaves in the morning, seeing her beautiful legs in black pantyhose, I can't resist the urge to pounce on her and thoroughly rape her. Because of this, she's been late for class lately, but thankfully she's still at the top of her class academically, so the teachers haven't said anything.
As for sexual matters, I'm no longer satisfied with simply raping my sister in her black pantyhose for class. Like now, the sister sitting in front of me, giving me a footjob with her stockinged feet, is wearing white lace stockings with suspenders.
Knowing my fondness for her stockinged legs, my sister cooperates by wearing all sorts of stockings, pantyhose, and suspender stockings that I like, engaging in all sorts of shameless sexual acts with me.
Almost everything I learned from my mother has been passed on to my sister. Aside from the more difficult breast-penetration, which was harder to achieve, she did everything: handjobs, biting, leg sex, foot sex,
and vaginal sex. She even enjoyed the trick her mother had developed—putting pantyhose over her penis before biting it. Although her breasts weren't as big as her mother's, her legs were far more alluring than her mother's. They were long, and her fair skin was incredibly smooth. Whether she was doing barefoot or wearing stockings, it always drove me wild with pleasure.
Her white-stockinged feet moved up and down against my erect 18cm penis, so pleasurable I closed my eyes, only stroking her silk-stockinged feet.
Through repeated acts of depraved sex, it seemed I was gradually awakening the lewd cells within her. Our first time was a wild, outdoor encounter, and afterwards, she also enjoyed the pleasure of sex in places other than home.
The stairwell of the apartment building, the men's restroom in the department store, even a park late at night. The constant fear of being spied on only heightened our senses.
"My little brother's penis is so hard... the more I squeeze my legs together, the thicker and bigger it gets..." Though her face flushed with embarrassment, my sister continued to speak lewdly. Hearing her say that made my penis, held between her white-stockinged feet, throb violently.
"Wow, how scary, your big cock can even throb!" My sister, with a seductive expression, rubbed my penis with her small feet while caressing her firm 33C breasts and pinching her already erect pink nipples with her fingers.
"Not only that, it throbs even harder when it ejaculates inside you." I licked my lips, teasing my sister with lewd words.
Suddenly, the sound of a key turning in the lock filled the air. The door opened quickly, and we, caught off guard by the unexpected incident, froze in our tracks. My sister, however, tensed up, her cute little stockinged feet clenching even tighter, almost making me want to ejaculate.
Mom walked in, pulling a suitcase. Seeing that we were only wearing white stockings on my sister's legs, she was momentarily stunned.
But Mom, already pregnant with my incestuous desires, quickly took off her high heels, dropped the suitcase, and entered the living room. She stretched out her black stockinged foot and stroked my penis before starting to undress.
"You're quite the pervert, aren't you… While Mom was away, you even ate Yuxin…" Hearing this, my sister, seeing Mom's open attitude, shyly and sweetly lowered her head, avoiding our gaze. Mom quickly stripped naked, leaving only black stockings that contrasted beautifully with my sister's white stockings.
"Yuxin, come on, let's each take one side."
Mom's beautiful smile invited my sister to join in footjob and share my penis. One on each side, the two women extended one small foot, one in black and one in white stockings, and their beautiful feet clamped my penis, moving up and down in perfect unison.
"Ohhhhhh!!" Never before had I experienced such a stimulating attack from both sides of my legs, and I lay on the ground, completely lost in a hazy pleasure.
After a few seconds, my already throbbing penis began to bounce upwards, forcefully ejaculating a large amount of white semen. It shot high into the air several times before falling back down, landing entirely on Mom and my sister's sexy black and white stockinged feet.
"Wow, so much!" My sister had given me footjobs several times, but she had never seen me ejaculate this high and so much. "My little brother's big cock is like a fountain, hee hee..." "It's not over yet." My mother, holding my shy sister's hand, brought their faces close to my still-erect penis, and began licking from my testicles, one on each side, all the way up to the still-filled urethral opening.
Whenever my mother licked the glans, my sister licked the thick shaft. And when my mother moved her tongue to the shaft, my sister used her small mouth to tease my egg-sized glans from top to bottom. The two women together stroked my drooping testicles with their delicate hands. Receiving such obscene service from mother and daughter was incredibly stimulating.
I didn't last long before a surge of intense pleasure shot through my brain, causing me to ejaculate again with shudders. The two women didn't flinch, directly facing the torrent of my penis. My thick, white semen splattered onto my mother and sister's incredibly beautiful faces. Even after I finished, they licked each other's pretty faces and my purplish-red glans, vying for my semen.
This was truly... so stimulating, so obscene!!
"You two, it's time to accept your fate," I said in a commanding tone, still lying on the ground, my breath heavy.
"Mom, put your pussy on my mouth. As for sister, I'll give you special permission to ride my penis first." The two women exchanged a smile and obediently began their actions. My mother, with a lewd smile, squatted on my face, her vulva pressed against my mouth. My sister, looking embarrassed, pressed her small vulva against my still-erect penis, then slowly sat down, enveloping my delicate vulva in her flesh, and began to move gently up and down.
"Prepare to die!"
I stuck out my tongue and licked my mother's hairless vulva. Her beautiful, hairless vulva was incredibly cute, and the engorged clitoris received special attention from me, causing my mother's black-stockinged legs to tremble as she squatted.
I even plunged my tongue deep into her vulva, which was flowing with hot, honeyed juices, licking her flesh with the fervor of savoring a delicacy. My penis, tightly enveloped by my sister's other white tiger flower, dissatisfied with her shallow movements, began to thrust upwards with all its might.
My sister, with little experience in sex, had a tight, tender vulva that couldn't withstand much penetration, and in this riding position, she was soon panting heavily, unable to breathe.
My mother and sister's four beautiful legs in black and white stockings swayed dazzlingly before my eyes, making me frantically alternate between caressing one leg and then the other, afraid of neglecting either.
While my mother was only being teased by my tongue, my sister quickly reached her first climax from my brutal penis. Her body trembled slightly, and then a surge of heat gushed from her vagina, making my penis, which was inside her, feel incredibly pleasurable.
"Come on, sister, can you rest for a bit?" I said softly to my sister. She nodded weakly, gently got up from my thick penis, and lay down on the ground to rest.
I then moved my mother, who hadn't been fucked for a while since my business trip, to my lower body, and without asking any questions, I thrust my eighteen-centimeter-long penis directly into her already overflowing vagina.
"Ahhh!! Xiao Yang, you're so cruel!!..."
Although my mother screamed shrilly, the expression of long-awaited pleasure was completely written on her face, clearly showing satisfaction and flush. Although I remained lying on the ground, the speed of my upward thrusts, combined with supporting my mother's waist and coordinating the up-and-down movements, made my thrusts just as powerful as when I was on top in a normal position.
Having not made love to my mother for a while, her vagina was clearly starved. Not only did it move up and down in sync with my thrusts during my penetration, but her slender waist twisted like a water snake, and her hands kneaded her 35D breasts.
Having not cherished my mother's breasts for so long, I moved my hands from her waist to those enormous breasts that I had been dreaming of, kneading them vigorously as if I wanted to crush them in one go. Despite this, my mother didn't show any discomfort; instead, she displayed the helplessness of someone who had reached the pinnacle of pleasure and didn't know what else to do.
"Come on, sister, sit on my mouth."
Seeing that her sister had already sat up, her cheeks flushed as she played with her breasts and her vulva, I let her take my place and let my tongue serve her.
My sister, still with her usual shyness, gently placed her hairless, white vulva in front of me, as if afraid of pressing down on me. I quickly stuck out my tongue and began to lick her two small, lovely petals. Hot nectar flowed continuously from her vulva to my tongue, which I willingly swallowed. The sounds of
my lower body colliding violently with my mother, and the smacking sounds of me biting my sister, echoed throughout the living room. The three of us, mother, sister, and brother, were already intoxicated by the sweet pleasure of sex, thus falling into an incestuous spiral from which none of us could escape.
Four of my favorite silk-stockinged legs seemed to be vying for my caresses, making me rub them back and forth, savoring the delicate touch in my palms.
"Ahhh! I can't take it anymore! Both of you, support yourselves with your hands and lie down!" I struggled to my feet, arranging the two docile, aroused females in a wanton position with their buttocks raised high, then cupping their buttocks and inserting them into their beautiful, hairless, white vulvas.
First the older sister, then the mother, then back again, repeating endlessly. Every time I penetrated one woman, I would slip my hand into the other woman's vulva and fondle her. As a result, the two women emitted waves of moans, making the living room quite lively for a moment.
Both women's buttocks were so pert and firm, without an ounce of excess fat yet full and alluring. Needless to say, their four slender, black and white silk-stockinged legs were so beautiful that I couldn't bear to let go of them even while penetrating them.
As I thrust into her from behind in a doggy-style position, the breasts of both beauties swayed back and forth, dazzling my eyes, and I couldn't resist reaching out to play with them. There was so much to play with, to fuck, to enjoy; I only wished I had three heads and six arms to do it all at once.
The older sister couldn't take it anymore. After all, she was still a virgin a few days ago, and her newly opened vagina had little stamina. Her tight vaginal muscles contracted in waves, spurting out a stream of hot vaginal fluid, squeezing my penis so hard it almost ejaculated.
Fortunately, I pulled out in time and thrust into my mother's vagina, fucking her with unprecedented force. My mother, who loved my rapist-like, fierce fucking, immediately went into a frenzy, screaming meaningless moans, feeling as if she were flying to heaven.
Under my rough, powerful thrusts, Mom could no longer hold on. Her back arched backward, her beautiful body trembling violently as she reached a powerful climax that numbed all her senses.
I continued thrusting a few more times into Mom's vagina, then pulled out, and on her two equally perky, snow-white buttocks, I gushed out a large amount of white, cloudy semen—a surprisingly excessive amount despite the expected reduction in semen after my previous ejaculations.
The three of us reached almost unbearable ecstasy in this intense incestuous act. I lay on top of their two sensual bodies, exhausted and drained of all strength, panting heavily. Then I lay on the ground and embraced them on either side.
"Little brother is so strong... I feel like I'm flying," my sister said contentedly after catching her breath.
"Little Seyang, picking two flowers at once, you're like a king, aren't you happy!" Mom reached out her slender little hand and stroked my penis, making my half-erect member tremble again, then stand erect once more.
"No way!?" My sister looked at my exceptionally gifted, ferocious penis in surprise.
"It's happened so many times already..."
"You underestimate your men!" I lewdly pulled both women up, preparing to take them into the bathroom, one on each side.
"Come on, ladies, go change into new stockings, let's continue the next round while we shower!" With that, all three laughed.
This boundless incestuous lust would continue unabated until the end of the world. That was the highest realm of familial love that I had discovered.
[The End]

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