Mom, maternal grandmother, cousin

During my university years, the school cafeteria food was good, and since we were all going through puberty, our hormone levels were high. My roommates would talk about women whenever they had free time, discussing which girl was pretty, which girl was good at arousal… Plus, with smartphones having so many functions, we often exchanged pornographic videos, making it even more unbearable. I could tell my roommates were sexually frustrated. Usually, however, I couldn't be bothered to discuss it with them. Eventually, they all admitted to using prostitutes or masturbating, but when they asked me about my needs, I just smiled faintly and said I wasn't that interested in women. Everyone said I was abnormal, maybe even frigid, but I just smiled and didn't argue.
Of course, I couldn't tell them: I had sex with my mother and two cousins. Because I studied in the city, I would take the Friday night bus home almost every week to have sex with my mother or cousins, releasing the semen that had been stored in my testicles for a week.
That day, after a day of classes, we heard news that several male students from our school had gang-raped a female student from another school. The methods were extremely cruel, and the police arrested the perpetrators. A few days later, the school arranged for several psychologists to counsel the students. That evening, it was my turn to see a psychologist. I went to room 208 in the library and saw a female teacher, around thirty-eight or thirty-nine years old, sitting inside. She was dressed very appropriately, and while not exceptionally beautiful, she wasn't unattractive either. Her face was smooth, and her skin wasn't particularly fair. As soon as I entered, she smiled and invited me to sit down, then said, "I'm Dr. Wang, a psychologist from a certain hospital. Today, I'll mainly be discussing some psychological issues with the students. I hope you'll answer all my questions truthfully. Our rules in psychological counseling state that we cannot disclose the privacy of our clients; this is protected by law..."
"Okay, I will answer your questions truthfully," I said.
"What do you think about the rape of a female student at the school?"
"I think they haven't handled their physiological issues properly."
"Do you feel you have any sexual problems?" the teacher asked me with a smile.
"No, I don't have that problem..." I said honestly.
"Then have you had sexual experience?" The teacher pressed.
"Um, you mean I've had sex with women? Yes... I have," I answered truthfully.
"So you still maintain this kind of relationship with her—your girlfriend?"
"Sometimes, I guess."
"Do you think this kind of relationship is right?" "
I don't think there's anything wrong with it. It's like eating; if I need it, I just ask her."
"Okay, you know about contraception, right?"
"Contraception? Oh, I know, but I don't care. It's something women worry about," I laughed. "Well, this is more complicated for girls. Can you tell me if the women you've had sex with are older or younger than you?"
"Some are older, some are younger," I said casually.
"Ah, you have more than one sexual partner? They're so young, I didn't realize."
"Oh, haha, it's just a physiological need. I wonder why they're so interested in it every day, and why they go through all this trouble with that girl. There's a row of red houses not far from the school gate; why not just find a girl? Why ruin a classmate's life?" I said.
"Oh, have you ever visited prostitutes?" Teacher Wang asked, somewhat surprised by what I said.
"No, I haven't. I have a girlfriend."
"More than one, but you said it yourself."
"Yes, you said the content of today's conversation wouldn't be made public unless you told me?" I asked.
"Yes, don't worry, we psychologists have professional rules."
"You've had relationships with several women, are you proud of it?" Teacher Wang continued to probe.
"Smug? I haven't thought about that."
"Men all like to possess more women, don't they?" Teacher Wang continued to ask, "Will you go find a new girlfriend?"
"I don't know, teacher. To be honest, I don't think there's anything wrong with my psychology. I don't have those kinds of thoughts about many female classmates at school."
"Really? What do you think of Zhao Lina? Everyone says she's very pretty and has a great figure. They all say they've thought about her?"
"Zhao Lina?" I knew she was a girl in Class 2, and she was indeed quite pretty. "I know her. She plays volleyball, but I've never thought about her."
"Oh, that's strange. Zhao Lina is the school's recognized goddess. You don't even have any feelings for her. I find that very strange. Can you explain?" Teacher Wang said. "I've seen women's bodies before, so I'm not that mysterious about them—actually, I'm annoyed by classmates constantly discussing women in the dormitory..." Teacher Wang's question surprised me. She glanced at me with a flickering eye.
"How do you know about that—having relations with women?" Teacher Wang asked.
"After graduating from junior high, a classmate showed me porn, and that's when I roughly understood what sex was all about. I didn't understand anything before..."
"Besides having sex with your girlfriend, have you had relationships with other women?" Teacher Wang pressed.
"Yes, but can I not say? This... do you need to know so much?" I asked somewhat suspiciously.
"Oh, you don't have to say, but I just want to conduct a comprehensive survey on students' sexual issues. I hope you tell me everything. I promise I won't reveal it to outsiders—it's our professional ethics," Teacher Wang said, blinking her big eyes with a hint of expectation. "Oh, I also had sex with another cousin a while ago, and before that, I had sex with my mother a few times..."
"With your biological mother?" Teacher Wang asked.
"Yes, it's my mother. You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Does your father know? Is he at home?" Teacher Wang asked.
"My parents are divorced, and he's not in this city right now," I replied.
"Oh, a single-parent family. It seems single-parent families really do have this problem," Teacher Wang said, as if talking to herself. Then she continued, "This is a serious ethical issue, incest between mother and son. I hope you won't continue, to avoid causing serious psychological trauma to yourself and your family."
"Oh," I replied softly, but in my heart I thought, "Stop? Are you going to satisfy me? This is like eating; you want to eat it whenever you see it, otherwise you'll end up like those idiots who gang-raped their own classmates.
" "What do you think of your mother now? Doesn't it feel awkward to do that?" Teacher Wang had a mysterious, urgent expression on her face.
"No, it's not awkward at all. My mother is a beautiful woman, and I love her very much," I retorted, hating Teacher Wang's expression.
"That's your mother, the one who gave birth to you..."
"So we're very close, this is nothing, both men and women do this."
"You! You have no shame. How are you any different from animals—besides, many animals don't even engage in mother-child intercourse."
"Teacher, I won't say anything more. You promise not to tell anyone, just pretend you don't know. I don't have any mental illness. You should focus on investigating why those students are so cruel to their classmates!" I said.
"Okay, go back and think about it again. Don't do anything like this again. If it's convenient, leave your WeChat." Teacher Wang couldn't stop me any further.
I left my WeChat contact and walked out of the classroom. I felt my face was burning. A breeze made me feel incredibly good about telling Teacher Wang about having sex with my mother; I even felt a little hot in my genitals. I felt a surge of lust. I called my mother and told her I was coming home the next day. The following day, after my morning classes, my family sent a car to pick me up. When I got home, my mother had just finished showering. She told me to shower too, and I did. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was only 4:20. My mother was sitting at her dressing table, combing her long hair with a wooden comb. Today, she was wearing a plain, loose-fitting off-white shirt and a pair of loose beige culottes, which concealed her full, curvaceous figure. Suddenly, I stood up, walked behind her, took the comb from her hand, and started combing her long hair. I smelled the fragrance of expensive shampoo. My mother smiled as she watched me intently combing her long hair in the mirror. After I had carefully combed it all over, I put down the comb, put my arm around her shoulder, and brought my nose to her hair, inhaling its fragrance and feeling the tickle of its hair against my face. My mother chuckled, "Sweetie, why are you being so good today?"
"I love you, Mom, forever..." I said affectionately.
"I love you too, son," my mother said, a blush spreading across her face.
"Let's go to bed," I whispered in my mother's ear, then licked her ear.
"You naughty son, you're up to no good again. They'll be calling us for dinner soon..." My mother lazily and half-heartedly let me pull her to her big bed with my arm around her shoulder.
"It's only 4:50, they don't eat until 6," I said, then pressed myself against my mother, pressing my lips to hers for a long French kiss. I started licking her lips, then stuck my tongue into her mouth, and she stuck her tongue out to meet mine, our tongues intertwining. I sucked on the tip of her tongue, and we began to moan passionately. I quickly stripped off my clothes, and my mother also voluntarily unbuttoned her shirt and took off her bra, her upper body naked before me, her eyes watery as she looked at me, an expression that truly captivated me. I hurriedly buried my head in her deep cleavage, licking every inch of her breasts, paying special attention to her two purple nipples, sucking on each one passionately until my mother pushed my face away, begging me to be gentler. Finally, I stood up slightly, pulled down my mother's underwear, spread her legs, and knelt between them, kissing her from her chest down to her thick, hairy mons pubis. I slightly parted my mother's vulva and directly licked and sucked her labia with my tongue. I felt some fluid seeping from her vaginal opening, and then I licked downwards with my tongue. My mother's anus was very clean; I knew she bathed every day. At this moment, my mother was already aroused and kept panting, saying, "Son, no, it's dirty there, no..." I also smelled some feminine odor, so I pretended to listen to my mother and raised my head to lick from her lower abdomen and navel upwards. Suddenly, Mom got up, buried her head between my legs, and took my raging penis into her mouth, thrusting it into me. Watching Mom perform like a porn star, I thought to myself, "Looks like my dad really did a good job developing me back then." After Mom sucked on it a few times, I tenderly cupped her face and asked her to stop, because I felt that this was too stimulating, and I would ejaculate completely in a few more thrusts. So I laid Mom flat on the bed, adopted the standard missionary position, knelt between Mom's legs, thrust my hips, easily found my spot, and started thrusting, from slow to fast, then paused for a while and continued this piston-like motion. Mom moaned continuously below, completely unlike before when she deliberately held back—maybe she thought the same way I did, that this house was now my domain, and I didn't need to care about others anymore. Besides, the door to the second floor where we lived had a fingerprint lock, so as long as we were home, anyone who wanted to come in would have to ask us to open the door. In the midst of my pleasurable thrusts, I found myself recalling Ms. Wang's expression. I thought about how attractive she was, and wondered what it would feel like to see her naked. I wondered if she would be furious if she saw us having sex. These thoughts fueled my pleasure in having sex with my mother. In the end, I thrust over a hundred times, twice the usual amount of time, before finally ejaculating the semen that had been accumulating in my testicles for a week, my buttocks trembling. My mother let out several moans of "Ah, ah," and her voice grew hoarse, sounding like a kitten's meow. We remained in this close, intertwined position for several minutes before separating. I rolled over onto my mother's body, lying next to her, my hands trembling as I held hers. She didn't immediately get up to wash herself as usual, but instead pulled a blanket over us. We cuddled and fell asleep, feeling our wet genitals pressed tightly together… About twenty minutes later, the door suddenly banged open. I was startled awake, just as I was about to fall asleep. I opened my eyes and saw my mother had also opened her eyes. I asked, "Who is it?"
"It's your mother. Dinner's ready. Why aren't you eating? I've been calling for ages and no one's answered," it was my grandmother's voice. "
What's she doing here? She's here again, asking for money," I thought to myself. My mother and I tidied up the clothes scattered on the bed and floor, then went downstairs to the dining room.
When we arrived, the maid had already prepared five dishes and a soup. My grandmother and aunt were already seated, and my mother and I sat on the other side of the table. The maid served us two bowls of rice.
At this moment, Grandma spoke up, "What time is it? Are you two sleeping with the door closed? I called for ages and no one answered."
"I was tired after school, so I lay down for a while, and Mom rested for a bit too," I said calmly.
"Oh, my darling, are you busy with your studies? High school must be tough now. Grandma thought you were playing on the computer," Grandma said with a fawning smile.
"It's alright, lots of homework every day..." I replied casually. My mom didn't respond to my conversation with Grandma and just ate her meal.
After dinner, Grandma, sipping her tea, started her old tirade again, asking my mom to invest in her. This time, my mom was smarter; no matter what she said, she said she had no money left and couldn't go anywhere except home. Finally, Grandma lowered her voice and pointed upstairs, saying, "I heard Grandpa is dying, and his will is all for my eldest grandson..."
"Go find your eldest grandson, anyway, I have no money," my mom said, getting up to walk the dog. I quickly followed, taking my mom's hand as we went out.
My mother, holding my hand, led a large group of dogs, including my grandfather's wolfhound. We found a lakeside to sit down and chatted. My mother asked me, "Your maternal grandmother is going to try and scam you again. Have you thought about how to deal with her?" I touched my mother's hand and said, "It's okay, I know what to do." Then we walked home hand in hand.
After we got home, we went straight to our room. Before we could even close the door, my maternal grandmother came in and said to me, "Hey grandson, your grandfather has given you the family business, right? How are you going to manage it now?"
"We have an accountant. He reports regularly," I said casually, turning on the computer. "What if we need money?" my grandmother asked, her eyes shining.
"I'll make a call and tell them," I said. Actually, I was too lazy to tell my grandmother that I could withdraw money from my grandfather's private account, but I needed to provide a secure card and some authorization; the company account required my signature.
"Grandson, why don't you withdraw some for your grandmother? My project needs some start-up capital," my grandmother said hopefully.
"No way! You still owe my mom 2 million and haven't paid it back. If I give you more, you'll just get scammed again," I said firmly. "Besides, I need the family accountant to be present when I withdraw money from the house. Company money can only be transferred through checks at the bank."
"My dear grandson, your grandma has loved you so much since you were little. Please help your grandma. I'm begging you," my grandma pleaded. "How much do you want?" I asked.
"Not much. Give me another 10 million, and I promise I'll pay back your mom and your money in a year," my grandma said confidently.
"10 million in a year to make 12 million? I don't think there's such an easy business. I've checked our most profitable capital utilization rate, and it's not that high. Grandma, are you trying to scam us?"
"Don't listen to your grandma. Last time I lent her money, she said she'd pay it back in three months," my mother couldn't help but interject.
"Oh dear, my dear daughter, do you really want to see your mother go bankrupt and end up on the streets? I worried so much about you back then, and now that you've married into a wealthy family, you don't even recognize your mother anymore?"
"I, I, you were the one who sold me to this family as a mistress back then, okay..." my mother said excitedly.
"Mom, Mom, stop talking," I quickly interrupted my mother, then turned to my grandmother and said, "Take me to school tomorrow afternoon, we can talk about this on the way. I finally get to spend a weekend with my mother, so please don't come and argue."
"Grandma will pick you up and take you to school tomorrow afternoon." Grandma looked at me with hope, then said sternly to my mother, "My grandson is so much better, unlike her, so ungrateful. You better hold your son tighter, and see which daughter-in-law will deal with you later."
My mother ignored my grandmother and glared at her. My grandmother saw my mother's look and glared at her back, then whispered to me, "Your mother has to hold you in her hands every moment now, afraid you'll fly away..." Then she said with a smile, "My son, look how big and round your mother's breasts are, don't you like them? Go touch her big breasts and let her breastfeed my grandson..." I was speechless, not knowing how to answer my grandmother. "Mom, what are you saying? What's wrong with you? Why are you teaching him this?" my mother said coquettishly.
“Boys all like to touch breasts, you won’t let my grandson touch mine, I’ll let him touch mine,” my grandma said, puffing out her chest. My grandma is from the south, not very tall, and her breasts aren’t as impressive as my mom’s, but I’d estimate they were about the size of two persimmons. My grandma is 49 years old, heavily made up, and although you can tell she’s not young, she still attracts a lot of attention from men on the street. She used to run a massage parlor, and is quite open-minded.
At this point, I turned on the computer and started playing games, ignoring my grandma. Seeing that I wasn’t going anywhere, she went to the guest room to rest.
I played games for a while; the afternoon had already drained my energy, so I washed up and went to sleep in my room. My mom was still quietly resting in the other room.
The next day, after lunch, my grandma drove me to school. However, on the way, she didn’t head towards the school but instead drove into a residential area, saying she wanted to stop by the apartment she and my aunt rented. Our school only requires students to be back before 5 pm for lunch, so I didn’t think much of it. After we got on the elevator, they led me to a three-bedroom apartment on the 17th floor. At that moment, my grandmother took out a bottle of Lulu (a popular children's drink) and started talking about borrowing money again.
I was feeling annoyed, so I said, "Grandma, you're almost 50, why are you still doing all this? Just rest."
My grandma replied, "Grandma's money was all swindled away, now I can't afford to retire. While I can still move, I have to keep working hard."
I took a sip of my drink and said, "Grandma, don't worry, I'll take care of you in your old age. I'll just give you a pension every month, how about 20,000 a month?"
"Really? Thank you, my son!" I don't know why my grandma sometimes insists on calling me her son, but then I heard her say, "Your grandma still owes people money, and if we don't pay it back, they'll cause trouble for your grandma and your aunt."
I immediately understood my grandma's true situation and asked, "How much does she owe?" My grandma said she owed more than 700,000. I nonchalantly said, "I'll notify the other party to come to the company to collect the money tomorrow. I'm going to notify our family accountant later to help grandma settle the accounts, so she won't cause any more trouble." After hearing this, Grandma hugged me tightly and kissed me, saying, "My son, you're truly my grandson! You've helped me so much. I haven't spoiled you for nothing!"
"Go open a bank account, and send me the number. I'll have your company give you 20,000 yuan a month for spending money..."
"Okay, thank you, my darling!" Grandma hugged me and kissed me repeatedly, her saliva all over my face. Just then, my aunt suddenly sat down next to me and said, "You're giving Grandma spending money, but I don't have any to spend. What am I going to do?"
"Open an account too, and send it to me... I'll keep sending it until you find a husband." I said, "Okay, but you promised me, I'll never look for a man in my life," my aunt said, looking at me.
"Okay, then let me touch it," I said, reaching my hand to my aunt's chest and touching one of her breasts through her clothes. It was hard, probably from her bra. My aunt didn't stop me, but rolled her eyes at me and said, "Your mother's breasts are so nice, why don't you touch them? You come here to bother your aunt, aren't you afraid I'll tell her?"
"Of course I want to touch hers, and I want to touch my aunt's too," I said, reaching my hand under her clothes. My aunt dodged, saying, "Go away, go touch your mother's."
At that moment, my grandmother grabbed me, pulled me onto her lap, lifted her clothes, revealing one breast, and put her nipple in my mouth, saying, "Good boy, you want to nurse, Mommy will nurse you." I looked at my grandmother's breast; it was probably a C-cup. It felt quite soft, with two purplish-black nipples and two dark red, inverted nipples. One of them was quite deeply entrenched, and I shamelessly sucked on the nipple she was feeding me. My grandmother's nipple and breast were separated only by a thin layer of skin, and I could pull the nipple half an inch long while sucking on it. Seeing my enthusiasm for her breasts, my grandmother simply unhooked her bra and opened her clothes for me to suckle. I felt that just sucking on her nipple with my mouth wasn't enough, so I sucked on the center of her breasts as much as possible. I felt my little brother getting very erect, and it was uncomfortable to be suffocated through my pants, so I took off my pants and was completely naked in front of the two female elders. I held my grandmother's breast and said to my aunt, "You should breastfeed me too, or I won't pay you...hehe."
My aunt looked at me, a smirk playing on her lips. Reluctantly, she sat down next to my grandmother, then lifted her shirt and unhooked her bra from behind. I stared at her chest; it turned out my aunt's breasts were even smaller than my grandmother's. I quickly snuggled from my grandmother's lap to my aunt's chest and began suckling at each of their four nipples, feeling very satisfied.
Then I heard my grandmother say, "Relying on my daughter is hopeless; I have to rely on my dear son...I told you long ago that boys need this. Give them this, and they'll behave..." As she spoke, my aunt's shirt was pulled up to her neck, her entire chest pressed against my face. My grandmother's breasts hung down beneath her shirt, watching me play on my aunt's chest. I looked up at my grandmother and said, "Grandma, do you have a condom?" Grandma immediately stood up and said, "It seems there are some. I saw a free condom machine in front of the savings bank next door, so I pulled out a few, but I don't know if they're expired." She went into the back room and rummaged around for a while, finally pulling out two small square bags. She patted my butt and said, "Come on, my son, put on a condom and have sex with me." After my mouth left my aunt's chest, my little brother stood up and saluted in front of the two elders. My grandma, as expected of a seasoned womanizer, quickly put the free condom on me all the way to the base. I said, "My dad said you two are both brothel owners, is that right?"
"Heh, things are poor back home, lots of girls don't go to school, what else can they do? We'll find you a few virgins..."
I looked at my grandmother's worldly face and asked, "Grandma, you and Auntie don't have STDs, right? I don't like wearing condoms."
"No, we've both been vaccinated, son, you can go without a condom. I can even give you oral sex..." My grandmother spoke like a prostitute, licking her lips with a very convincing expression.
"No need, I don't like oral sex, I just like fucking," I said.
"Okay, good boy, come on, your mom hasn't fucked in ages." With that, my grandma took off her skirt and stockings, posing as a bottom on the sofa, her eyes filled with longing. Not to be outdone, I stood up, walked to her front, and inserted my erect penis into her vagina. Just to be safe, I wore a condom. I thrust hard a few times, yelling, "Fuck your grandma, fuck your grandma... I'm really fucking grandma now!"
"Fuck, my son, your mother used to abandon you to your maternal grandmother, and now that your maternal grandmother has raised you, she wants to separate you from her again." Actually, my mother only had my maternal grandmother take care of her for a short time back then, no more than two or three years in total. I thrust a few times, pressing my face against my maternal grandmother's. Perhaps we had been exercising together for a while, as her face was a little sweaty, and her makeup was smudged, revealing that her skin was indeed not as smooth as my mother's and cousin's. At this moment, my aunt saw my maternal grandmother and me naked with our genitals pressed together, and showed a very disgusted expression, which aroused my dissatisfaction. I called out, "Auntie, come here..." My aunt had no choice but to come over and sit next to my maternal grandmother, her small breasts hanging in front of her chest. I said, "Go behind us and caress my testicles and anus." My aunt, not daring to disobey my orders, walked behind us, playing with my testicles with one hand and stroking my anus with the other. I felt a shiver run through my body, almost ejaculating, but thankfully I was prepared and held back. When I felt her stimulation lessen, I lifted my hips and thrust a few more times, then asked her to take off her pants and lift her thighs so I could switch holes. She didn't say much, quickly stripping naked, and then, like my grandmother had done, assumed an M-shape. I swiftly withdrew my lubricated penis from my grandmother's vagina. By then, the condom was already inside her. I opened another condom, and after my grandmother got up again to help me put it on, I directly inserted it into my aunt's hole and began rhythmically thrusting. At this moment, my grandmother, like a professional actress, knelt behind me and kissed me a few times. She said, "My son's butt is so perky and bouncy," and then she licked my aunt's testicles with the tip of her tongue. Then she thrust her penis into my anus. After a few thrusts, I couldn't hold back anymore and thrust hard into my aunt's vagina, ejaculating the semen I had produced over the weekend. My aunt mechanically moaned, her groans sounding fake. Finally, I pulled out of my vagina, and the condom slipped to the floor. My grandmother, naked, picked it up and threw it in the trash can. Then she brought a blanket to cover me and let me rest on the sofa. She went to turn on the water heater and helped me to the bathroom to take a bath, just like when I was a child. While she was washing my genitals, I actually got an erection again. But my grandmother kissed my glans and said, "Good boy, rest well. Don't have sex so frequently. Mom is worried that you'll wear your body out..." After I finished washing, she washed herself, and then my aunt washed. Finally, I changed my clothes, had dinner, and they drove me to school. However, in the car, my grandmother asked me, "My son, have you and your own mother had sex?"
I answered without hesitation, "Of course, my mother and I never use condoms. You two should get tested tomorrow to prove you don't have any STDs or anything like that, so I won't have to have sex with you unsatisfactorily in the future."
"I knew your daughter was just as slutty as you, always giving us that sour look. To control this little devil, she'll do anything. I bet she's sucked her own son's dick a lot, and prostituted herself for him..." my aunt said disdainfully, her lips pursed.
I grabbed my aunt by the neck and said, "You're not allowed to say anything bad about my mom. My mom is a million times better than you. If you don't want to live with me, then get out."
My aunt could only apologize repeatedly, saying, "I won't talk about your mom anymore. Your mom is a virtuous and chaste woman, okay?" She looked disdainful. I didn't bother to say anything more, so I reached into her collar and grabbed one of her breasts, saying, "Just don't talk about my mom. Remember to show me your medical reports, or I won't sleep with you anymore."
[The End]

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