Sexual games with family

The next morning, I went downstairs for breakfast and ran into Grandpa. We talked about the yacht for a while, and then Grandpa went to work, reminding me to take good care of Mom before he left.
After breakfast, I went back upstairs to my room. This time, Mom was in her own room.
She was sitting on her bed, wearing only a dress, her upper body bare. Her breasts were bruised and swollen, her nipples red and swollen, looking badly abraded.
When I came in, she was applying medicine to her breasts. Seeing me, Mom reached out her hand to me, gesturing for me to come over.
I went over, hugged Mom, kissed her neck, and asked if she needed any help. Mom smiled and said, "No, thank you, son. You can carry the rest of the things to the car later." I
agreed and went out. Passing by Grandma's house, I saw her changing clothes inside. I noticed that the large tube was still between her legs, and I guessed that Mom must have that thing there too.
Grandma turned around as she put on her coat, and I saw her large, white breasts, which made me want to reach out and touch them. However, unlike Mom's breasts, which were covered in bruises, Grandma's nipples were a dark red, so the injuries weren't very noticeable.
After loading everything into the car, I returned to the living room and found Mom and Grandma talking. Neither of them noticed me coming in.
I heard Mom say, "I think he must know, Mom. He saw the marks on my breasts and felt my erection."
Grandma hugged Mom and said, "He'll find out sooner or later. I think telling him everything is the best way."
I stepped back, deliberately pushing the door open hard before coming back in.
They both fell silent. Mom smiled and asked, "Ready?"
I nodded.
Grandma came over and hugged me, saying, "I want you to help your mother. She has some trouble to tell you. You have to listen to her; she needs you." I
kissed Grandma and promised her I would. I sensed a hidden meaning in Grandma's words, a double entendre, as if she were hinting at something. I didn't think much of it and followed Mom into the car.
Mom didn't speak the entire way, lost in thought, seemingly pondering something.
Several times, when I wasn't looking, she secretly reached up and squeezed her thigh hard. I knew Mom must be in a lot of pain; after all, having such a large tube inserted into her vagina was no joke, let alone sitting motionless in the car for hours. The suffering she must have endured was unimaginable.
At noon, we stopped for lunch.
I finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Mom, I've never seen you so quiet before. You haven't said a word since I left home. Is something wrong?"
Mom stared at me blankly for a long time before seeming to snap out of a daze. She smiled and said, "I'm sorry, child. I was thinking about some things, about us. I just drifted off without realizing it. Please forgive me."
I asked her, "What were you thinking about? Did I do anything to hurt you?"
She quickly shook her head and said, "No, it's not your fault. I was thinking about how you saw me this morning. Was it a little strange?"
I said, "Mom, it's nothing, don't worry..."
Mom interrupted me, saying, "No, child, let me continue. You know I don't have boyfriends. Those who date me only want my body. They probably think an unmarried woman..." Women who give birth early must be promiscuous and easy to hook. I don't know why this is, and I don't remember when it started, but I became very attached to my father. Later, I joined their sex games, and I just wanted to be one of them. I quickly discovered that I liked this game. I wanted to be a promiscuous and shameless woman, enjoying being abused by my father and doing strange things. But in the following years, I didn't find a good man like my father, so I quit my job and went back to my father. I promised him that I would satisfy him at any time, and he promised to treat me well. "Haven't you been asking your mother who your father is? Now I can tell you, it's your grandfather. Your grandfather is your father."
At this point, my mother paused, her face slightly red, as if she had done something wrong. She glanced at me, surprised that I hadn't jumped up.
She continued, "After I was born, my mother fell seriously ill and couldn't get pregnant again. When I was sixteen, my father finally got me pregnant, and I gave birth to you. I don't regret it at all. I love my father, and I wanted to give him a son. However, after that, my mother had my father undergo a vasectomy, and I've never had another child."
My mother finally finished speaking, looking completely exhausted. She covered her face with her hands for a while before taking a deep breath, looking up at me with a fearful expression, clearly worried that I might do something unwise.
Seeing that I hadn't thrown a tantrum as she'd expected, she pitifully said to me, "Child, you don't blame your mother, do you? I'm a lowly woman, but I truly love you. I don't want to lose you. Can you understand me?"
I placed my hand on my mother's knees and said, "I love you too, Mom! I love you so, so much, Mom! Actually, I discovered your sex games with Grandpa and Grandma a long time ago. I found some photos of you having sex with them, and some from when you were pregnant. A few days ago, I started secretly watching your sex games."
As I spoke, my hand slid between my mother's legs, touching the large bulge under the tube. I squeezed it a few times and then said, "I find this very interesting. I've been thinking about how I can join you."
My mother's eyes widened, staring at me for a while before she understood what I meant. She placed her hand on mine, tears of joy streaming down her face, and excitedly said, "That's wonderful, child! I'll tell you how."
At this moment, our conversation was interrupted; we had arrived at our destination.
Before boarding the ship, we went to the grocery store to buy some things, then unloaded them from the car and carried them onto the ship.
After tidying everything up, I took out the box containing the photos.
Mom looked at it and said, "I bet you've already seen them, son, haven't you? If so, you don't need them anymore."
Saying this, Mom took off her clothes; she wasn't wearing anything underneath except an oversized bra. Then, she tossed her clothes aside and said to me, "Come on, son, take yours off too."
Mom blushed and said, "I need your help. My bra is specially made; your grandma fastened it very tightly, and I can't open it by myself. I bet she discovered you were peeking at us, that's why she did that."
I unhooked Mom's bra and took it off. Inside were small bumps; wearing this would constantly stimulate the breasts. There was a small cut at the nipple area, allowing the nipples to be exposed.
I looked at my mother's nipples again; the injury from last night hadn't healed yet, they were still red and swollen. I gently covered them with my hand and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
My mother guided my hand to stroke her full breasts, saying, "Dad thinks my body should be constantly stimulated so that it can be very sensitive to sex. We never actually hurt ourselves; a little pain can actually increase pleasure."
"Do you really want to join us, child?" my mother asked again, hoping for an affirmative answer. "We live an extremely perverse life. I want you to understand that what we're doing is incest, prohibited by social morality and law. If people find out, we'll both go to jail. So, if you really want to enter my life, I hope you won't tell anyone."
I kneaded my mother's full breasts and said, "I completely understand what I'm doing, Mom. I only want to join in because I like it. Isn't incest fun and exciting, Mom? You've always liked this, haven't you?"
My mother said, "So, you just want to have sex with Mom, or like your father?"
My hand slid to my mother's buttocks, and I pulled her tightly into my arms. Then, for the first time, I kissed my mother's soft, moist lips.
My mother opened her mouth and kissed me passionately. Our tongues met, entwining fiercely. This was the first time I had ever kissed a woman mouth to mouth. My mother's kiss was so passionate; her slippery tongue hooked mine, swirling in my mouth, making me dizzy with desire.
My mother's body was burning hot, constantly rubbing her protruding parts against me, stimulating my physical reactions.
With great difficulty, I managed to break free from my mother's passionate embrace.
I looked into my mother's eyes sincerely and said, "I love you, Mom. I want you to be my sex slave, just like Grandma and Dad (Grandpa). I also want to learn how to make you happy, because I truly love you, Mom! I need your whole being, your soul, your body.
Promise me, Mom."
My mother couldn't contain her emotions; tears of happiness streamed down her beautiful cheeks.
She hugged me tightly, sobbing continuously, as if afraid I would suddenly abandon her.
Finally, my mother raised her head, looking at me with tears in her eyes, and softly said, "I'm yours now."
I realized we were sitting on the bed sometime during the night. I reached between my mother's legs and felt the tube. I pulled it out forcefully, and to my surprise, the end that had been inserted into my mother's vagina was as thick as an orange.
I casually tossed the tube aside and was about to continue when my mother suddenly blushed.
"I'm sorry, child, Mom needs to pee."
I couldn't imagine that such a simple sentence was so sexy at that moment. My mother awkwardly went to the bathroom.
When Mom came back, she was carrying a box, with the box that had held the photos underneath it. She placed the box in my hand and said, "Yesterday, when Mom and I went to the city to see your father, we didn't go for lunch. Dad took us to see one of his doctor friends, and he gave us this." (I opened the box; inside were several syringes, many needles, and twelve vials filled with amber-colored liquid.) The doctor said this medicine could enlarge my clitoris and make it more sensitive. He also said it would be effective for my breasts. Dad instructed me to inject at least one vial a week, or he would triple the dose. I thought you would want to hear me explain where those photos came from, so I brought them along too.
I picked up a syringe, and Mom showed me how to use it.
I filled the syringe with the medicine and asked Mom how much I should inject for her.
Mom told me, "The doctor said to inject half into my clitoris and the rest into my breasts. But he also said that if I wanted, I could inject it every hour, because the medicine would be completely absorbed after an hour."
Mom emphasized every hour; clearly, she wanted me to continuously provide her with sexual satisfaction.
I sat between my mother's legs and said, "If we want to use it up before Dad comes, we should start now."
My mother spread her legs and used her hands to spread her labia, allowing me to inject her.
I was a little nervous, but I carefully inserted the needle into my mother's protruding clitoris and slowly watched the medicine being injected into her body.
My mother's vulva was very alluring, and I was so engrossed in looking at it that I realized most of the medicine had already been injected.
I quickly apologized to my mother, and she asked me, "Is the needle still in there?"

As soon as I answered yes, my mother reached over, touched the syringe, and with a push of her thumb, injected the remaining medicine completely into her body. Then she asked me to use another syringe to inject her nipple.
I refilled both syringes and put them aside, intending to use them later. I wanted to take my time to admire my mother's beautiful body.
I kissed my mother's full breasts, my mouth circling her breasts, and then kissed every inch of her skin down her abdomen, all the way to her exceptionally full vulva.
My kisses made my mother unbearably itchy, and when my lips touched her vulva, she became wild.
My tongue licked back and forth on her plump labia, and her body writhed, screaming, "Bite it!"
She grabbed my head, pulled me up, and made me lie on top of her, face to face. She reached down, grabbed my penis, and eagerly shoved it into her burning vulva. Then, her wild kisses rained down on my face, lips, and eyes.
Whether from the drug or from lust, her vulva was as hot as a furnace and incredibly wet, making it difficult for my penis, entering a woman's body for the first time, to handle. With her gripping my buttocks and pushing hard, my penis was fully inside
her cunt. I only thrust a few times before embarrassingly ejaculating inside her vagina.
Instead of scolding me, Mom kissed me even more passionately, her tongue slipping into my mouth and entwining with mine.
She rotated her hips, causing my still-shrunken penis to rub against her hot vaginal walls. I quickly regained my erection, my penis hardening again, rapidly expanding inside Mom's warm, wet vagina, completely filling it.
I began to thrust forcefully, and Mom moaned with pleasure: "Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...good...good...oh...oh...good son...fuck...fuck me...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...ah...oh...oh...oh...fuck...fuck Mom to death...oh oh...oh...ah..."
After several orgasms, we calmed down, and Mom began to explain the origin of the photos.
The first one was the one of her losing her virginity.
Looking at the photo, her eyes filled with tenderness, Mom said, "Back then, I was sixteen, just like you. One day, Dad suddenly told me he wanted me to have his child. Although I had dated quite a few boyfriends by then, I was still a virgin and knew nothing
about sex. Sometimes I heard Dad and Mom making love in the room, but I didn't have the courage to peek, even though I sometimes saw them naked." "
My first time was completely voluntary. Dad didn't force me. He was very gentle that time, afraid of hurting me, and didn't dare to penetrate me until Mom made him treat me like her. My mom was really lewd; she watched us make love and kept stimulating my
body. From then on, Dad wanted to have sex with me every day until my period stopped."
"Mom and Dad taught me to masturbate for at least an hour every day to continuously increase my body's sensitivity. Mom also encouraged me to breastfeed you until you were weaned, saying that would make my nipples more sensitive. Later, I became Dad's sex slave; he started putting clamps and weights on me. Then you were born, and I went back to school to continue my studies."
Mom picked up another photo, one taken just before I was born, and then she looked at me strangely and asked, "Do you want Mom to do that too?"
I couldn't believe my ears, put my hand on her stomach, and asked, "You mean this?"
Mom chuckled, "You little rascal, I've given you my body, and you still don't want me to have your child? It's my ovulation period now, and you have a chance to get me pregnant until next week. You have to try your best! Don't let me down. I really want to have children, especially my son's children."
Mom's words greatly stimulated my nerves, and I excitedly said, "Mom, I will definitely make you pregnant with my children, and not just one, but two, three, maybe more. You've already given Grandpa a good son, now you should give your own son a good son."
I remembered that there were still two injections left, so I grabbed the syringe and injected one into each of Mom's breasts.
Due to the catalytic effect of the drug, Mom's body immediately became hot. Her vagina felt like a furnace, the muscles on her vaginal walls convulsing violently, squeezing my penis forcefully.
I felt as if my entire penis was immersed in hot water, so hot that I trembled all over. Deep inside Mom's vagina, it felt like there was a lump of flesh tightly wrapped around my glans, sucking on my semen, as if trying to draw out all my semen.
All I knew was to thrust and thrust, desperately trying to penetrate my penis deep into my mother's vagina.
My mother's body was incredibly sensitive; with each thrust, she would curl up, her lower body leaking copious amounts of vaginal fluid, her limbs clinging to me like a spiderweb.
I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated my thick semen into her uterus.
My mother gripped my buttocks tightly, her lower body heaving violently, receiving all my life essence, crying out, "You did it, child, you did it! Mom feels so good, Mom feels the pulse of life! In less than nine months, someone will be calling you Dad!"
I continued ejaculating for nearly five minutes, completely filling my mother's uterus, with some even flowing out of her vagina.
Only after I stopped ejaculating did Mom release her hold on me. She brushed the hair from her forehead, a satisfied smile on her face, and said, "I knew I would get pregnant this time. Dad said that as long as you ejaculate enough semen, you will definitely get pregnant. My child, Mom is so happy!"
I said, "If this is true, then Mom will have many children. But now I think we should eat something."
Mom kissed me and said, "Put the dildo into Mom's vagina, my child. Mom doesn't want my son's essence to leak out." I
found the thick dildo and inserted it into Mom's red, wet vagina.
Suddenly, Mom whispered to me, "Honey, quickly carry Mom to the bathroom, it's so uncomfortable down there."
I picked Mom up and carried her to the bathroom. Just as I was about to leave, Mom grabbed me and said, "Don't go, honey, Mom wants you to watch me pee."
A memory of the peeing games Dad and his friends used to play flashed through my mind, and I felt incredibly excited. So I squatted down, lifted Mom's thighs, and let her sit on my lap, watching her shoot out a stream of urine in that position. An indescribable pleasure welled up inside me.
I felt my own urge to urinate, so I said, "Mom, now it's my turn."
Mom immediately reached out and grabbed my penis, saying, "Pee on Mom, honey."
Although urinating under Mom's gaze was uncomfortable, a sadistic pleasure surged through me, and my hot urine shot over Mom's head.
Mom held my penis, directing it to spray all over her breasts, chest, face, and vulva.
After I finished peeing, Mom even opened her mouth and took my penis in, licking it clean.
Oh, I really can't stand my mother's lewd and shameless service, yet it's so decadent, so arousing!
Afterwards, my mother and I took a bath together.
After we finished, my mother asked me, "Was that your first time, child?"
I nodded.
My mother's face darkened a little, and she said, "Won't you be ashamed that your mother isn't a virgin?"
Of course, I shook my head and said, "How could I? Mom, I really love you. If you were still a virgin, I wouldn't have been born, but what would happen afterward? Would you still be seeing Dad?"
My mother nodded and said, "I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to refuse."
I fell silent. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to have my mother all to myself, and I was really jealous of my father's ability to have so many women.
Mom noticed my unhappiness and comforted me, saying, "Honey, don't be angry. When it's just the two of us, you can do whatever you want. I enjoy making love with your dad or with you. You're still young, and you just made me feel so good. But if you want to have
Mom all to yourself, I'll talk to Dad, and I don't think he'll object."
I stood up, hugged Mom, and told her how much I loved her, how I wanted to protect her and our child from harm, and how I longed to do something even wilder than what she and Dad had done.
We cleared the table, and then Mom called Dad.
At first, I was terrified that Dad would be furious and blame me for making a move on Mom.
Mom told Dad everything, especially emphasizing that I had gotten her pregnant. I thought I was really in trouble.
Then Mom handed me the phone, and I nervously took it. I heard Dad laughing loudly on the other end. He comforted me, saying he wasn't angry, that Grandma had told him I had spied on them, and that he thought I was a good son. Then he asked if I wanted
Mom belong only to me, to be my sex slave.
I couldn't believe my ears and kept saying, "Of course, of course!"
Dad said, "She's yours now."
Then he added that when they came over, if I wanted, I could trade Mom for Grandma.
Grandma's still-sexy body and her two huge breasts immediately flashed into my mind, and I quickly agreed.
Dad continued on the phone, "I think you'd better treat your mother the way you saw her. She really enjoys being abused. Now, let her answer the phone, and then inject her with something."
I handed the receiver back to Mom, and while they were talking, I quickly filled the syringe with the drug and injected it into Mom's breast.
Mom said, "Oh God, what did you tell him to do on the phone? Dad, he's injecting something into my breast now, oh...oh...no...no...oh...oh...oh oh...oh oh...oh..."
Mom groaned, her body twisting and turning; the drug was clearly taking effect.
"Oh...God...he's touching my clitoris...oh...oh...it's so itchy...oh...oh...no...don't...oh...it feels like something's going in...oh...oh...ah...it's his big cock...oh...oh...oh...it's so hot...oh...Daddy...you're so bad...oh...oh...oh...how...how could you teach him to do this...yes...yes...to deal with your daughter...oh...oh...it feels so good...oh...good son...it's so deep...oh...oh...oh oh...I can't take it anymore...oh...oh...goodbye...goodbye...goodbye Daddy..."
Mom hurriedly hung up the phone, turned around and passionately intertwined with me. Her body was completely against me, her hands tightly hooked around my neck, her head resting on my neck, her lower body frantically moving up and down, her mouth constantly moaning "good son, good son."
I vigorously thrust into Mom's hot, erotic hole, and soon I ejaculated.
After calming down, Mom smiled happily and said, "Your father has agreed to give me to you. From now on, Mom won't sleep with anyone else without your permission. You can rest assured now."
We made love several more times until we were completely exhausted, then we fell asleep in each other's arms.
In the following days, Mom and I made love passionately. Mom didn't originally like normal sex, but with my efforts, she started to enjoy healthier positions. We experimented with all sorts of positions: doggy style, oral sex, breast sex, hand sex, and anal sex, etc.
But we didn't forget Mom's favorite sex games. I injected large doses of medication into Mom's clitoris and breasts to stimulate her body and make her more sensitive. I also used enemas, making Mom feel like she was dying.
This went on for over two months.
Until one day, Mom told me her period had stopped, and I realized she was pregnant.
We eagerly awaited Dad and Grandma's arrival; I wanted to tell them the good news.
Finally, a few days later, Dad and Grandma arrived.
Dad and Grandma were both in good spirits. As soon as Dad saw me, he eagerly asked how I was "training" Mom. I proudly told him I had gotten Mom pregnant and how I had been abusing her every day.
Dad and I exchanged our experiences until I asked him how he was "training" Grandma. He smiled mysteriously and beckoned Grandma over.
Dad made Grandma show us the results of his hard work.
Grandma blushed, took off her clothes, revealing her naked body. Heavy weights still clung to her breasts and vulva, but what drew our attention was Grandma's slightly swollen belly.
Mom said in surprise, "Mom, I thought you couldn't have children anymore."
Grandma said shyly, "I really couldn't have children, but your dad and his doctor friend performed surgery on me, and now I can have children again. Your dad also had his vasectomy removed. I've always said I wanted to have many children, and now I can finally realize my dream."
Dad came over and hugged me, whispering that he wanted to ejaculate inside Grandma to increase her chances of getting pregnant. If I wanted, he would exchange Grandma for Mom that night.
I couldn't believe my ears. Of course, I wanted to have some pleasure in Grandma's alluring vagina. Grandma wasn't actually that old, and her body was still so captivating, but I wanted to see Mom's reaction.
Looking at Mom, I saw her wink at me and give me a knowing smile. I felt relieved and agreed to Dad's request.
Then, the two couples separated.
I picked up Grandma's hot body and took her to my room, and we made love until sunrise the next day.
Grandma was completely exhausted from my fucking. I can't remember how many times I've ejaculated inside her. I told her that her body was incredibly alluring and sexy, and I would never be satisfied no matter how many times I fucked her.
In bed, we talked about Mom again.
Grandma said, "Your father was devastated when he found out I couldn't have children. I was heartbroken. I promised him that when your mother turned sixteen, he could try to seduce her, and if she didn't object, she could have a son for your father. So, your mother is like this now, all because of
Grandma You don't blame Grandma, do you?"
Of course, I shook my head.
"However, things changed completely afterward. Your mother became fond of our sex games, to the point that she never dated another man. Now her son has followed in her footsteps. But Grandma hopes you'll treat your mother well. She actually prefers men to treat her gently, but she was initially captivated by our perverse lovemaking games, and your father was a bit too rough with her. Although your mother hasn't complained, I can tell she prefers being with you. We're all so happy you've joined us. Your mother likes you, and I, as her grandmother, also adore you, my lovable grandson. Don't forget Grandma in the future!"
After that, we started a completely new life.
Now, Mom is focused on me and is pregnant with my third child.
Grandma's belly is also growing, but I don't know if the baby is mine or Dad's.
Dad is particularly sensitive about pregnancy now. He's happier than anything when Grandma's belly gets bigger, constantly touching and biting it, which is quite comical.
One evening, Dad excitedly told me that his younger brother had a daughter whose husband was reportedly infertile, and she was very distressed. She wanted to come and visit us to clear her mind, and would probably stay for two months.
Oh, two months—two sensitive months!
If something happened during those two months, I thought no one would notice.
I began to look forward to my aunt's arrival.
[The End]

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