Homegrown flowers always smell better than wildflowers

(I

)

When I was little, my family was very poor.

I remember that when my third uncle got married, he didn't even have a house to live in, and he lived with our family for several years.

There were four children in our family, two children in my third uncle's family, plus four adults, ten people living under

one roof. Even in the countryside where land wasn't so scarce, this kind of hardship was

unbearable.

Under these circumstances, my eldest sister, second sister, and youngest sister slept together, while I slept with my parents. This

situation continued for several years until my third uncle and his family got a new home.

I was only five or six years old then, and I didn't understand anything. I often

got angry .

My dad was a rough man. In the middle of the night, he would suddenly get the urge and climb on top of my mother, waking us both up.

However, he wasn't very good at it. Usually, he would finish as soon as my mother was woken up and then fall back asleep.

In my memory, he never seemed to last more than five minutes. Sometimes I really doubted whether such an incompetent

man was really my biological father (^_^ Just

kidding!).

Looking back now, it seems I can't blame Dad. He was busy making a living every day and didn't have

much , especially since Mom was so beautiful; she probably drained him dry a long time ago (^_^).

However, for Mom, it was a very difficult situation.

She didn't love Dad to begin with, and in this situation, she felt like a sex object, and

the unsatisfied sexual desire caused her immense psychological and physical distress.

Mom came from a scholarly family.

My maternal grandfather's side was a large family; he had once been a university professor and was

extremely knowledgeable.

Mom was his most beloved daughter. While she may not have inherited his knowledge, she

was certainly a talented woman.

My maternal grandfather was very wealthy and powerful; before Liberation, he was the largest landlord in the area, reportedly

owning half of the county town.

Needless to say, such a large landlord was bound to suffer after Liberation.

Otherwise, how could someone like Dad have married a talented and beautiful woman like Mom?

And I,

too, would never have been born.

My mother was probably only sixteen or seventeen when she married into the family, or so I guess, because she never told

me the truth.

She only said that it was a very rushed affair; they married after knowing each other for only a few days. She only

knew that my father wasn't bad-looking and wasn't a bad person—two of his few good qualities.

Later, my uncle vaguely mentioned that it was probably to avoid trouble—a beauty like my mother, from that

family, was bound to be bullied in those times. Finding a strong support was the best option,

a helpless situation.

Because of their backgrounds, my mother and father had a great distance between them.

My mother loved literature, especially classical poetry and prose. She had beautiful handwriting, could paint, and played the flute.

I could only rival her in history; otherwise, I was inferior to her.

My father, on the other hand, was illiterate, cowardly, incompetent, and vulgar. In terms of personality, talent, character, and cultivation, he was far

inferior to my mother. The two had absolutely nothing in common. Even my grandparents, who doted on my father,

had to admit that he was indeed unworthy of my mother.

My mother was very frustrated, but helpless, and could only silently endure it.

I remember she once wrote a poem, and the lines "A river of spring water flows eastward, the moon sets in the west and never looks back"

probably reflected her inner feelings.

Perhaps because she didn't love my father, my mother doted on me, even spoiling me, and always gave in

to my every whim.

From a very young age, she was exceptionally affectionate towards me, often hugging and kissing me indiscriminately, and

always (my mother said that I was more attractive to her than other children when I was little).

My father, once asleep, was impossible to wake up even with thunder, but my mother often couldn't sleep at night, touching me all

over , especially my little brother.

Although my mother and father shared a bed, they slept back to back. Occasionally, when my father turned over,

she would remove his hand from her body, while I, on the other hand, was used to sleeping in my mother's arms, touching her breasts.

It's quite obvious that Mom had absolutely no feelings for Dad, but she couldn't bring herself

to file for divorce.

Divorce is commonplace in modern times, but for people back then,

it was an insurmountable obstacle, especially for women.

Even today, in our hometown, there are women who would rather commit suicide than get a divorce.

Summers were very hot there, electric fans were expensive and most people couldn't afford them, and power outages were frequent, so many

people slept outside their wives' homes for the coolness.

This often led to rape cases.

Nine out of ten rural women who were raped dared not speak out, because it meant ruining their reputation.

Dad never slept indoors in the summer; he was extremely sensitive to the heat and would often

sleep on the stone bridge by the river (the river breeze was very cool).

Mom would rather die from the heat than go outside (which is understandable; now Mom is over forty

, and she's still often harassed by a bunch of bored men, let alone back then when she was under thirty, young

and beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the area—if she slept outside, something terrible would surely happen).

Because Dad wasn't around and the bed was too hot, Mom would often lie there wearing only her underwear,

her snow-white body dazzling to the eye—Mom's skin was the whitest, even my little sister was a bit less fair.

One of my favorite things to do was watch her lying naked on the bed, trembling and moaning under my lecherous hands—I was

little then, and I liked to lie on top of her, touching her breasts and listening to her tell me stories.

I was already very familiar with Mom's body then, the only thing I hadn't touched was her vulva.

Once, out of curiosity, I touched her underwear, and Mom just paused for a moment without stopping me.

But I was only six or seven years old then, and I didn't understand anything. I touched it once and then pulled my hand back, not knowing what

it felt like .

That time was one of the happiest times of my life, because I felt that Mom belonged only to me then.

Perhaps it was then that my Oedipus complex became uncontrollable.

Later, my third uncle and his family moved away, and we had an extra room. By then, I was nine years old, so I no longer slept in the same bed as my parents, but with my eldest sister.

Since touching my mother's breasts every night had become a habit, I naturally ended up touching my sister's bra

(my mother wasn't wearing a bra yet, but my twelve-year-old sister was).

To be honest, I didn't mean it; it was just a habit.

When my sister woke up and pushed my hand away, I didn't even know how it got in.

The next morning, my hand was still on her breast.

My sister was just developing then, and her breasts were small, not as full as my mother's, so touching them

didn't feel special.

However, at the time, I didn't know how to distinguish between good and bad breasts; it was just a habit, nothing

more.

Every night, my sister would take my hand out, only to find it still there the next day.

Later, I discussed this with her, asking, "Your breasts are so full now, did I make them bigger when you were little?" I inevitably got a beating, being called a pervert since childhood.

This situation lasted for over a week, until my older sister finally resigned herself to it and stopped paying attention to me.

Until she went to high school and lived at school, her beautiful breasts remained my possession.

Perhaps the friction really did help with breast development; my sister's breasts were exceptionally beautiful from a young age—white, tender,

full, soft, and perky, making her female classmates envious and attracting

the attention of many lecherous men. As a result, from the second year of junior high onwards, my sister never lacked suitors.

When I was in sixth grade, at thirteen, the city organized a math competition to select a group

to participate in the provincial math competition. I was fortunate enough to be selected, winning first place.

Although my family was already used to the piles of certificates and prizes that my four siblings and I brought home from time to time,

this still made them very happy. The family gathered together to celebrate, and my grandfather

even got quite drunk that night. My grandfather's health was closely related to the amount of alcohol he drank.

In my first year of university, I used my scholarship money to buy my grandfather a gift. He got so

happy he drank too much and then couldn't drink anymore. He passed away soon after, and it still makes me

sad .

At that time, my father and fourth uncle had already gone to Yunnan to do business, and my eldest sister was in high school and living at school. Although there were fewer

people at home, there were still so many family members, and the noise and chatter would go on until midnight, while I had long since

gone to bed, unable to bear it any longer.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I saw my mother sitting alone by my bed, drinking alone,

tears streaming .

At the time, I didn't know why my mother was crying, but later I learned that my fourth aunt, that pampered girl, had said something

she shouldn't have, stirring up my mother's emotions.

My fourth aunt's family was very wealthy; my fourth uncle had the capital to do business in Yunnan thanks to her family's help. Therefore,

she always spoke loudly and rudely, which made her very disliked by the family.

According to my fourth aunt's logic, my fourth uncle is the most capable person in our family, and our current

situation has only improved thanks to her family. Therefore, she should be the most valued among the daughters-in-law. However, everyone's praise of

my mother makes her very dissatisfied. Perhaps she was drunk at the time and said some things she shouldn't have, which

upset .

My mother didn't react when everyone was around, but after everyone left, she started

crying , waking me up.

Looking at my mother crying silently, I felt very sad.

To be honest, none of us four children have any real feelings for our father. Even today, our only

understanding is "he is our father."

But it's different with my mother. Besides filial piety, there's even a bit of admiration; we think she knows everything.

But that night, I felt that my mother was truly pitiful, just a woman worthy of pity.

I hugged my mother from behind and let her cry in my arms.

You might not believe it, but that's the truth.

At that moment, I truly felt I should protect her.

I think that's when I truly began to love my mother.

My mother, whom I hugged, was initially surprised, but quickly began to cry on my shoulder,

muttering between sobs.

I don't remember what she said, and neither does my mother, because she was drunk. If she hadn't been drunk, none of what happened would have occurred,

and my life wouldn't be what it is now.

After crying, my mother and I lay side by side on the bed, her arms around me as she spoke.

It had been over three years since we had slept together, yet there was no awkwardness whatsoever.

I naturally slipped my hand inside my mother's shirt and placed it on her familiar breast. My mother didn't stop

me; she even took off her shirt to make it easier for me to touch her.

In my mother's heart, I was still that little boy who clung to her, and she had no intention of seducing me.

But she forgot that I was already thirteen years old, and in some ways, I had even developed much earlier than my peers.

(My second sister often said I was born a rascal. Sometimes she would get angry with me and want to scold me, but before that, she would always

give in my antics. By the time she was done, she was too exhausted to scold me anymore

, so she was afraid of my gentle teasing.

My second sister said that it was lucky there were several women in the family, otherwise she

would have been tormented to death by me.)

While she still thought I was just an innocent child, a certain part of my body began to swell,

my heart was beating fast, my body was hot, and my hands were no longer just aimlessly touching things, but were now

teasingly caressing my breasts.

My mother, being an experienced woman, quickly sensed something was wrong and looked down at me.

My heart was pounding, I was terrified, like a thief caught red-handed, my hands

frozen, not knowing what to do.

If my mother were sober, she would definitely have stopped me, but she didn't. She

just looked at me, her face expressionless, then closed her eyes and said nothing.

I think she acquiesced, so I continued to touch her breasts, feeling her nipples getting harder and harder, gradually

becoming erect.

Now I know, of course, that it was my mother's way of showing affection, but at the time I didn't know what was happening; I just felt them getting hard .

The erect nipples seemed even more comfortable to touch.

I was already somewhat aware of sexual matters then, and I really wanted to see my mother's vulva, but I was afraid she would be angry, yet I

didn't want to give up. So, I tentatively traced my fingers down her lower abdomen .

When I touched her underwear, she suddenly grabbed my hand, opened her eyes again, and looked at me, then

at my lower body.

It was hot, and my mother and I were only wearing our underwear on the bed. Under the light, my

erection was clearly visible.

I nervously watched her, wondering what she would say, whether she would scold me or even hit me.

But my mother didn't. She looked at me for a while, then smiled and said, "So my son has grown up." Then she

turned off the light, turned her back to me, and told me to go to sleep quickly so I could get up early the next day.

The light went out, and the room was pitch black, with only the heavy breathing of the mother and son audible.

I felt scared, angry, and also a little wronged.

My mother used to dote on me, but now she dared to turn her back on me and be so cold, which made me very

unhappy.

I simply hugged her from behind and pressed my erect penis against her buttocks.

My mother's breathing became noticeably rapid, and her body stiffened, but she still didn't turn around.

I got even angrier, and I thrust my penis against her buttocks repeatedly, and then... I

quickly ejaculated

.

To be honest, it didn't feel good, because I felt like my mother was so far away from me, and I almost

cried from feeling wronged.

After ejaculating, I lay flat on the bed and couldn't fall asleep for a long time; I could even feel my tears welling up in

my eyes .

But my mother thought I was asleep, so she turned around to look at me, touched my face for a while, and then

kissed .

My heart slowly calmed down, and I felt my mother's tenderness.

She called my name, but I pretended to be asleep and ignored her.

Then my mother hesitated for a moment, put her hand on my underwear, just left it there, and then

sighed .

I don't know how long she watched me, but my heart was pounding, and time seemed to drag on forever.

I guessed Mom knew I wasn't asleep, but she didn't say anything, and I didn't dare open my eyes.

After a long while, Mom turned to her side and pulled me into her arms, holding me very tightly, my face pressed against her

breasts.

When I was little, Mom often hugged me like this, but it gradually decreased, and I don't know when she

stopped doing it.

But this hug made me very happy, and I became bolder. I quietly placed my hand on Mom's underwear.

Mom's body trembled, but she didn't say anything. That's when I noticed that Mom's underwear was a little wet.

Then Mom said my underwear was wet and I should take it off quickly so I wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

I obediently took it off, looking at Mom, wanting her to take off her underwear too, but I didn't

dare to say anything. Mom lay flat on the bed, seemingly lost in thought, and didn't ask me to change my underwear.

Later, I asked Mom if she would have refused me if I had pounced on her then.

Mom replied that she didn't know, saying she didn't even know what she was thinking at the time.

However, I still didn't have the courage to pounce on her, and instead obediently lay on my mother's arm.

My mother kissed my forehead and slowly stroked my body, and I slowly stroked my mother's body

, gradually reaching her underwear.

When I took off my mother's underwear, she didn't stop me, but instead started touching my penis.

I, too, touched my mother's vulva with trepidation and nervousness; it was warm, soft, and

slippery with some sticky fluid.

I didn't dare to insert my fingers, but just touched my mother's labia majora from the outside, occasionally gliding my middle finger

lightly across the cleft between the labia.

Neither my mother nor I made any further moves, just slowly and gently stroking each other's genitals.

It wasn't flirting between a man and a woman, but rather a caress of each other's bodies; the feeling was gentle and comfortable.

To this day, I still habitually use stroking my mother's genitals to calm my emotions and feel the tenderness and affection between

us , like a spring breeze rippling across the water, only bringing a sense

of ease, without the fear of a violent storm.

In those gentle caresses, my restlessness subsided, my heart was comforted, and I drifted off

to sleep.

I didn't do well in that competition because I caught a cold.

But I didn't regret it; I thought my relationship with my mother had deepened, becoming closer.

But my mother became timid, often intentionally or unintentionally avoiding me, trying to avoid any

opportunities when it was just the two of us.

Before, she would always check on me before going to bed to see if I was asleep, but now she would come very late,

by which time I was already asleep.

I quickly sensed her avoidance, feeling a little angry and wronged, but I didn't dare to blame her.

One night, I suddenly woke up and found my mother sitting by the bed, staring at me intently. I pulled her, wanting her to sleep with me, but she ran away.

I cried softly, crying all night long.

I began to regret that night; I thought I was closer to my mother, but now I realized we were further apart.

The summer after graduating from elementary school was very unhappy for me. I even had several arguments with my second sister and

beat a boy two years older than me half to death, which caused his family to come knocking on my door.

I thought my mother would scold me for fighting, but she didn't, which made me even more heartbroken.

(II

)

The turning point was during the winter vacation.

My second sister and I would go home every weekend.

My eldest sister was three years older than me, but she started school four years earlier than me and was already in her second year of high school.

My eldest sister was a very career-oriented woman. Her wishes at that time were: "Go to Peking University, go abroad, and have a car."

Now all three wishes have come true, and she has become a rich woman, earning more money than me.

At that time, my eldest sister rarely went home, only once a month. After she went to study in Beijing, she went home even less often

, working in Beijing for several winter and summer vacations.

My father was still in Yunnan, so at that time, it was often just my mother and my younger sister at home.

At that time, the family's situation had gradually improved. My father earned money in Yunnan and sent it back, which

lightened , but she became even more lonely.

Every time we went back home, it felt like a holiday for Mom.

With more money to spare, she started to care more about dressing up.

Each time I went back, she seemed to change completely, becoming younger and more beautiful, leaving me often

speechless .

Actually, she dressed up just for me, she later told me.

In her words, no one else appreciated it except her son; it would only invite gossip, so

why show it to them?

I felt Mom gradually becoming closer to me again, no longer avoiding me, sometimes

secretly kissing me or playfully hitting me.

Before, Mom never let me do anything, but during that time, she always called me

to her side, either giving me a small task or simply wanting me to stay by her side.

It was somewhat like the close mother-son relationship we had before, yet slightly different.

I could snuggle in her arms and secretly touch her, which made Mom very happy.

Sometimes she would lie on my bed for a while, but she wouldn't take off her shirt anymore. She would just let me touch her

breasts through her clothes, and if I touched her any further, she wouldn't allow it. She would tap me, scold me, and leave.

During winter break, my eldest sister also came back from high school in the city, making the house even more lively with another person.

My father had five brothers, all of whom were married. According to our family tradition, on New Year's Eve, we

would eat at five different families' houses, starting from ours and ending at my fifth uncle's house.

Obviously, this was just for fun, to let the kids have some fun; no one had

the stomach to eat at five different families' houses.

This custom wasn't abolished even after my fifth uncle passed away. Although there was no one left in my fifth uncle's family, the last

family still existed, and the other four families shared the New Year's Eve dinner. At each family's table,

my fifth uncle and grandmother always had their seats.

This custom was only truly abolished after my grandfather passed away and the family scattered to different places.

There was a little New Year's Eve before the Lunar New Year. That noon, my mother, eldest sister, and youngest sister went to the market to buy New Year's goods, leaving only my second sister and me

at home .

My second sister had been tidying up the house all morning and was tired, so she wanted to take a nap.

She's used to cuddling me while sleeping, and since we hadn't had a chance to be affectionate since we got home, she asked

me to close the door and draw the curtains. Then she lay down on my bed, hugging my waist and resting her head on my lap , and fell asleep.

I was reading a book while stroking her head, and suddenly I felt that the atmosphere was so warm and comfortable.

I put down my book and looked at my second sister's face. Although there was some dust on her face, she was exceptionally beautiful, and I stared at her for a long time. I knew my second sister was beautiful before, but even when we were intimate, I always treated her like an older sister (

just like I treat my eldest sister now, mostly as an older sister and friend, and only a little as my wife). I had never truly fallen in love with her, but at that moment, I truly fell in love. I thought that even if I had a wife in the future, she would never be as good as the older sister in front of me. I gently wiped the dust off my second sister's face, then lowered my head to kiss her, afraid of waking her. However, my second sister's intuition is sometimes frighteningly sharp. She is usually not easily woken up when she is asleep, but my kiss actually woke her up. She was pretending to be asleep, and I quickly realized it. A mischievous impulse seized me; I wondered how long . I put her on the bed, crawled under the covers, and started undressing her. She was still pretending, so I unbuttoned all her clothes and kissed her from her chest down to her vulva. My second sister had never let me perform oral sex on her before, saying it was too dirty. This was my first time performing oral sex on her, and my technique was definitely terrible, but she said it was the most pleasurable experience she'd ever had. Before, even when she orgasmed, she would only whimper softly through gritted teeth, but that day she screamed , which startled me, and I covered her mouth with a towel. She reached orgasm quickly, a powerful and prolonged one, her vaginal fluids spraying directly onto my face. Her body trembled, and she pulled me up to kiss me passionately, with an unprecedented . After the kiss, she just stared at me, motionless, oblivious to her naked body. I had to help her get dressed. Throughout the whole process, she seemed paralyzed, just staring blankly at me. As I mentioned earlier, my second sister considered sexual organs to be something dirty. Her willingness to perform oral sex on me signified her submission to me, and my oral sex on her was a response . Actually, my second sister's requirements for me were always very simple: first, I had to genuinely love her; second, I had to be successful; and third I couldn't deceive her. By "successful," she didn't mean being rich and powerful like my eldest sister, but simply being able to proudly say to others, "I believe in him." She didn't care about any other shortcomings. My second sister's trust in me reached an unbelievable level. Inevitably, I encountered situations outside that required playing along, and the rest of my family didn't believe I could remain unmoved by beauty. They all knew I had a very strong sex drive; I felt restless . But my second sister believed me. This trust moved me deeply, but it also brought immense pressure, preventing me from acting recklessly. It could be said that my mother was the one who made me successful, but it was my second sister who guided me to become a responsible adult. Sometimes, the influence people have on each other is truly incredible. Our family has remained together without any problems, and the vast majority of credit goes to my second sister. Incest, aside from being unacceptable in society, inevitably leaves some lingering resentment even within ourselves . My mother has never fully emerged from this shadow. Although she loves me to death, her psychology has become slightly abnormal. Her dependence and subservience towards me sometimes frighten me. When I was critically ill in a car accident, she even considered removing my oxygen tube and then committing suicide . My younger sister used to be willful and mischievous, causing me headaches, but now she has become taciturn and burdened with worries. As soon as she comes home, she clings to my side and refuses to leave, afraid I will suddenly disappear. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night to find her staring at me intently , then frantically professing her love. My eldest sister has experienced more and has a stronger mental fortitude. Her feelings for me are not as deep as theirs, and she can maintain a normal state of mind. However, she both loves and hates me, sometimes throwing tantrums at me for no reason.

She was angry, but then she became incredibly kind to me.

My second sister remained constant throughout; her actions soothed the occasional crises that erupted in the family, making

us feel that this was a very ordinary family, albeit one with some strange aspects, but still a happy

one.

Her presence dispelled our anxieties, allowing us to live our own lives.

That year, my second sister was extremely happy. She not only finished all the chores for our family but also helped some of my uncles,

and she was especially kind to me.

Before, whenever we left our little room, she wouldn't allow me to be

intimate , fearing we'd be discovered. But now, she tried her best to let us be together, letting me

touch her freely and indulge my desires, even secretly performing oral sex on me once.

I didn't understand why she had changed; I just foolishly enjoyed this sudden happiness.

Even on the day I returned to school, I didn't realize that the moment I had been longing for was about to arrive.

My second sister acted perfectly normally that day. First, she took the quilt that had been lying idle all winter break

out air it, then she chased me away so she could clean the house, telling me not to come back until after 9:30 pm, which left me

completely confused.

Our school usually has evening self-study sessions, which end around 9:30 pm. After 10 pm,

the school is practically deserted.

My sister and I usually study for another hour or so after we get back, often not getting intimate until after 11 pm. Plus, our house is quite secluded, so hardly anyone comes by on weekdays, and we've never been noticed.

However, it was only the first day of school, and classes didn't officially start until the next day. Why did I have to wait until after 9:30 pm to

get back ?

I was quite puzzled. When I got back a little earlier, I found her locked in the shower,

humming .

Actually, the school has a shower room, a bit run-down but still usable, but obviously it wasn't open on the first day of school; it wouldn't

officially open until the next day.

I was really confused. Why was she in such a hurry to shower? Wouldn't waiting a day be okay?

My second sister is very clean; she always wipes herself clean with a towel after being intimate. I just didn't expect her to be this clean—she

even took a shower at home last night.

Besides, where did she get hot water?

She's not like me, showering with cold water even in the dead of winter.

To be honest, although I'm used to touching my second sister's body, I haven't seen her completely naked very often,

because we usually do our intimate moments after the lights are off, and the room isn't very well lit.

The few times I've seen her under the light, she's shy and immediately hides under the covers or turns off the light, let

alone seeing her shower.

So I knocked on the door to come in.

My second sister was startled at first, but when she recognized me, she told me to wait a moment, opened the door a crack, and handed me two thermos flasks

to fetch two kettles of hot water.

The school's boiler room wasn't running, let alone had hot water; I had

to get some .

There aren't many entertainment options in our small town; everyone goes to bed early, and they'd already closed up shop.

I felt really embarrassed for disturbing them by knocking for so long.

I thought she hadn't had enough bath water, so

I When I got back, she was already finished bathing and sitting on the bed waiting for me, which infuriated me

.

The room was sparkling clean, though; the sheets and blankets had just been washed and dried, smelling of

sunshine .

My second sister stood up, closed the door, pulled a basin from under the bed, poured in hot water, and then cheerfully told me to take off my clothes.

I asked, "What? Isn't it too early to sleep?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! I'm helping you bathe."

I was surprised and also very tempted, and said with a smile, "Then help me take them off."

My second sister blushed and actually came over to help me undress, quickly getting me completely naked.

I was used to her pampering, and seeing each other naked was a habit, so I didn't pay much attention. I reached out to touch

her breasts and realized she was only wearing a coat; she wasn't wearing anything underneath. My heart ached for her; it was

quite cold, what if she got cold?

I told her to go to bed and I could wash myself, but she told me not to worry about it and then

helped me dry off like a submissive wife.

Actually, I'm used to taking cold showers and am not afraid of the cold at all, but her using hot water made me feel cold. As soon as

my upper body clean, I quickly put on a coat. Watching her wipe my penis over and over again was quite

funny, so I joked, "Why wipe it so clean? It won't look good if it's too white."

As a result, she hit me on the head, pushed me onto the bed, and covered my upper body with the blanket.

I didn't pay attention to her and just picked up a book to read, letting her wash my feet.

This bath took more than an hour to finish, and I almost caught a cold from being wiped so many times.

When she finally finished wiping me off, my second sister immediately took off her clothes and crawled into bed, then turned off the light.

I was reading and had just said "What are you doing?" when she covered my mouth with a passionate kiss.

At this point, I really felt something was wrong, so I rolled over and pinned her down.

"Sis, you're not trying to rape me, are you?" "Nonsense!" My second sister pinched me and said boldly and directly, "Haven't you always

wanted to have sex with me? Here you go."

I was overjoyed and immediately thrust my hard penis between my second sister's thighs. But

because I was too excited, I didn't find the right spot and instead hurt my second sister, who pushed me off.

"What an idiot!"

My second sister scolded as she climbed on top of me, and I could only smile awkwardly.

"Be good and don't move! Don't make a sound!"

My second sister instructed me, then kissed my way down my chest and disappeared under the covers.

I touched her face and hair, feeling the pleasure of her licking and sucking my penis, trying my best to hold back my

cries.

My second sister licked my penis from head to toe, then sucked on it for a while, and even sucked on

my scrotum for a while, before finally climbing on top of me again.

"Little brother, is it comfortable?"

"Mmm, it feels so good."

My second sister chuckled happily in the darkness, whispered for me to stay still, then parted her legs and

slowly guided my penis into her vagina.

A wonderful sensation immediately welled up inside me; my second sister's vagina was burning hot, the walls of her vagina were tight.

The sensation of her gripping and enveloping my penis, trying to prevent it from going any deeper, was incredibly pleasurable.

My second sister slowly lowered her hips until the head of my penis touched a soft lump of flesh before she stopped,

letting out a long sigh and asking in a slightly panicked voice, "Why doesn't it hurt?"

I was still savoring that wonderful sensation and didn't quite catch what she was saying, so I blurted out,

"What?" "Isn't it said that a woman's first time is always painful? Why don't I feel any pain?"

My second sister was genuinely flustered.

I thought for a moment and said,

"Maybe I accidentally broke your hymen when I touched you before."

(Actually, no, she broke it herself during her own activity).

My second sister said "Oh," and asked softly, "Is it comfortable?"

I honestly replied, "It hurts a little."

My second sister's vagina was very tight, and with her legs clenching tightly in her tension, it really did hurt a bit.

My second sister smiled secretly and deliberately squeezed her legs together a couple of times.

I asked, "How are you feeling?"

She replied, "Strange, I don't know."

Then she told me to be quiet and slowly began to move her hips in small, rhythmic motions.

My height developed very slowly; I was only 1.64 meters tall when I graduated from junior high. With my cute face,

I a thirteen or fourteen-year-old kid, not a sixteen-year-old boy. My second sister was worried for a long time, thinking it was

because I was having sex at such a young age, and said she shouldn't have seduced me (was she seducing me?). However, I

started growing like crazy in my first year of high school, growing a full decimeter in one year to reach 1.74 meters, and by the time I graduated from high school, I was

1.8 meters .

Now I'm 1.84 meters tall, tall and strong, and I often move my 1.72-meter-tall second sister around

like .

But in my first year of junior high, I wasn't even 1.6 meters tall, much shorter than my second sister, and being pressed down by her was like

being submerged.

Her breasts were also large, and when she moved her body back and forth, her breasts rubbed against my neck, which made me very

uncomfortable .

I turned my head and bit my second sister's nipple, sucking on it while my hands reached for her buttocks. This only made her move more intensely

, and she began breathing heavily in my ear.

Looking back now, that sex wasn't very successful.

Although we were usually affectionate, we lacked practical experience, so naturally, we made many mistakes.

Actually, I had watched my parents make love when I was little, so it would have been better if I had taken the initiative. But my second sister, that silly girl

, always treated me like a clueless child, insisting that she take the lead. As a result, she worked on top

for a long time, while my penis only moved in and out of her vagina very slightly; there was hardly any intense

pleasure .

However, this was enough for us, experiencing forbidden fruit for the first time.

Neither of us dared to speak, secretly having sex under the covers.

Every now and then, my second sister would ask if I was comfortable, licking my ear, kissing me, and stroking my body with her hands

.

Actually, I didn't exert any effort on the bottom, which felt quite good, but

I a little unsatisfied.

This gentle, low-intensity intercourse lasted for a long time until my second sister finally reached her climax,

letting out a soft moan before going limp on top of me.

She told me not to move, saying we'd do it again later.

I refused, pulling her body over and pinning her beneath me, beginning to thrust myself in.

Clearly, this position was more comfortable for her than the previous one.

At first, she was just breathing heavily, then she couldn't help but moan softly. After only two moans, she quickly

covered her mouth, telling me to be gentle.

I ignored her, continuing to thrust forcefully, simultaneously kneading her breasts and biting her nipples.

My second sister pressed her right hand against my back, her left hand tightly covering her mouth, afraid she wouldn't be able to stop herself from crying out.

The more tense she became, the more sensitive she became, and the faster the pleasure came, quickly reaching her second climax.

At this point, she couldn't hold back any longer, pressing both hands down on my buttocks, her mouth suddenly biting

my shoulder, silencing the impending scream.

Her bite made me relax, and I ejaculated all my semen inside her.

My second sister seemed to have a natural tendency to moan during sex. Whenever we were alone, she would moan loudly and

unrestrainedly , and sometimes I would even climax because of her moans.

But if we were with other people or the environment didn't allow her to be so open, she would struggle to hold back

, and I would often have to find an opportunity to satisfy her again so she could release her pent-up desire.

During those years when we were secretly having sex, my second sister never dared to moan loudly, sometimes she would bite

a towel , which deprived us of a lot of fun.

The time when she was most uninhibited was during the first six months of my university life in Beijing. Since it was just the two of us living

together , my second sister would often walk around the house naked, making love to me anytime, anywhere.

Although my first time having sex with my second sister had a less than ideal start, it

ended .

After the climax, I continued to lie on top of my second sister, panting, and she hugged me and touched my body.

She asked me if I felt comfortable, and I said I felt very comfortable, and asked how I felt.

She said she felt very good too, especially the last

moment she felt like she was flying.

Then she touched the teeth marks on my shoulder and asked if it hurt. I said it didn't hurt much.

Then she kissed the teeth marks.

We both lazily chatted idly, playing with each other's bodies.

After a while, my interest returned, and my little brother, still inside my second sister's vagina, stood

erect again, begging for pleasure.

My second sister chuckled and covered both of our heads with the blanket.

This time it lasted much longer, more than half an hour. My second

sister bit her lower lip and moaned, until finally her lip bled, she was so comfortable she felt like she was dying.

That night I ejaculated inside my second sister four times, until she was too exhausted to move.

Actually, my second sister's constitution is really good, her recovery is quite good, and she was able to go

to class .

I later did the same thing to my mother, and she slept for a whole day and night to recover, and avoided me

for several days.

Actually, I'm not usually that capable, but as my second sister says, I can't live without women around me.

Especially after I grew up.

If I hadn't been with a woman for more than half a month, everyone in the family would know, and it would definitely take several people

to keep me company. It would be bad if I were alone.

Even my second sister, who had the best physical condition and the strongest recovery ability, didn't dare to handle me alone.

So, for the entire second semester of junior high school, I spent almost every night in bed with my second sister, enjoying

the wonderful taste of sex.

To avoid being discovered, we would study for more than an hour after evening self-study

, as usual, and only start making love when it was late at night.

However, this studying sometimes turned into foreplay before making love.

My stamina was getting longer and longer, sometimes even lasting for an hour or two. My second sister both loved and feared me

, and got used to satisfying my desires with a combination of oral and vaginal penetration.

Later, my second sister went to the city high school and came back much less often.

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Our city high school is very famous, with a high college entrance rate. Although it is only a small city belonging to the county level, even

students from the provincial capital have transferred to our high school.

The city's high school was known for its strict management. Six days a week were dedicated to classes and evening self-study sessions, with only Saturday

evenings and Sunday days off. Sunday evenings were also for self-study.

The intense studies and long commute meant my second sister could only come home every three or four weeks.

Each time she came back, she would stay overnight at my place and then go home with me the next morning.

She knew I was suffering, so she always let me stay up all night.

Later, my second sister told me that I had really put her through the wringer during my second and third years of junior high. Every time she came home and saw me, she couldn't sleep

, and the next morning she had to get up early to wash the sheets, then go home and pretend nothing had happened—she was

exhausted .

She always ended with, "I must have owed you something in my past life!" Without my second sister's company,

the energetic me had to find things to do.

I ran every day, played basketball, played soccer—anything tiring. I won many

medals , eventually setting a terrifying record of doing 200 push-ups in one go, earning me

the nickname "Superman" from my classmates.

When my fourth uncle was in the second year of junior high school, something happened that led to my mother and father starting to divorce.

In rural areas, especially in our area, family ties are very strong and have a significant impact. Family fights involving

hundreds , and unless someone dies, the government doesn't really care, or in fact, it can't.

Our family is the largest in the area, probably numbering over a thousand people across several villages.

However, no one in our family has ever become wealthy or powerful, and our influence is not as

great as that of another family, the Zhou family.

Our family is the leader of our clan in the area.

Of my father's five brothers, my father was the most honest, my second uncle was rather lazy and liked to play tricks, my third uncle was the most hardworking

, my fourth uncle was the smartest, and my fifth uncle was the most ruthless, fighting like his life depended on it, often taking on several people at once.

At that time, my fourth uncle made a lot of money in Yunnan and took my third and fifth uncles with him, leaving only

my second uncle .

My aunts would play mahjong when they were bored, sometimes for the whole day.

Although my mother didn't play mahjong, she would sometimes watch from the sidelines and chat with them to pass the time.

There was an old rogue in the Zhou family. He wasn't very capable himself, but his two sons were hooligans who not only fought

but also gambled and lent money at exorbitant interest rates. They were quite wealthy, and he was incredibly arrogant because of his sons' power.

Now, those two hooligans are nothing, but even back then, in

the eyes of my uncles, they were practically worms.

My fifth uncle once beat those two boys so badly that even their own mother wouldn't recognize them.

But by then, my uncles were all gone, and their family acted very arrogantly.

That Saturday, I had just returned home and saw that old rogue playing mahjong with some of my aunts. As they chatted, his language

became increasingly vulgar.

In the countryside, saying a few dirty words isn't a big deal, and my aunts didn't seem to care much. However, my

mother, who was standing nearby, was a little unhappy because the old rogue kept bringing up her.

This was understandable; although my mother was in her thirties at the time, she was still

much prettier than those twenty-something girls, inevitably attracting the attention of some scoundrels.

Even I never expected that old bastard to be so audacious as to flirt with me to my face.

You know, in the countryside, the consequences of such things are terrible. If he had actually done something

, there would only be one outcome: he would have been drowned in the river by my uncles, and even his family wouldn't dare to save him.

That bastard was probably blinded by lust; he deliberately knocked the mahjong tiles to the ground and then

tried to touch my mother's feet

while picking them up. My mother was furious and was about to kick him when I rushed up from behind,

grabbed , and smashed it down on his head, knocking him to the ground. Then I started punching and kicking

him. If my mother hadn't held me tightly, that old scoundrel might have been beaten to death.

Later, that old bastard spent three months in the hospital and still has a scar on his head.

Of course, this couldn't just end there.

That old rogue's two sons threatened to kill me, and his underage youths had even fought with the younger members of

our family several times; I even participated in two of them.

However, it didn't escalate into a family feud because the Zhou family elders knew they weren't

in the , and none of my uncles were easy to mess with.

They demanded I apologize to that old bastard to let the matter drop, since he was

from the same generation as my grandfather.

I refused, and almost beat him up again.

I said, "What are you so arrogant about? So what if you have a little money?

In a few years, when I'm older, we'll see who beats whom." They couldn't do anything about it.

If it got out of hand, not only would they be in the wrong, but their family definitely wouldn't be able to beat ours

.

And targeting me alone?

My reputation was so great at the time that even the town leaders knew about me (I had participated in many competitions

and won many awards). What would happen if something happened to me?

In the end, the matter was dropped, and those elders even warned their

nephews and nieces not to mess with me, saying I was ruthless and would beat people to death without any regard for the consequences.

My fourth uncle was originally planning to come back to handle this matter, but after hearing what my grandfather said, he smiled and

didn't rush back.

A few months later, my grandfather celebrated his sixtieth birthday, and all my uncles returned, throwing a three-day banquet that cost over

100,000 yuan.

At the banquet, my fourth uncle personally apologized to that old bastard, which was clearly a show of force. "

Your son's rich, isn't he?

Let's see who's richer now." I never knew

what kind of business my fourth uncle and his associates were doing in Yunnan , but I guessed it wasn't legitimate, because they made money so quickly, earning one or two million yuan in just a year or two. But I couldn't be sure; my fourth uncle is smart and wouldn't do anything illegal. This matter should have ended there, but it left a lingering problem. This lingering problem escalated into an unmanageable situation with the arrival of my uncle. My uncle left home at a young age, wandering around doing whatever made money—he traded steel, worked as a middleman on the Sino-Russian border, was a construction foreman, and is now the CEO of a real estate company. I don't know exactly how much money he has. My uncle and mother had a very good relationship, but he was rarely home, and the siblings hadn't been in contact for over ten years , so he was completely unaware of my mother's situation. At that time, he was preparing to divorce his second wife, and for some inexplicable reason, he showed up at our house . He already looked down on my father, thinking he wasn't good enough for my mother, but after seeing her struggling while he was enjoying a life of luxury and neglecting his sister, he felt incredibly ashamed. Not only was he ashamed, but he also heard about this incident and flew into a rage, saying that my father couldn't even protect his own wife and let others bully her—what was the point of being with such a man? Perhaps he'd become accustomed to divorce , so he simply encouraged my mother to divorce as well. After all, he had money and didn't care about supporting his sister. Actually, my mother had never considered divorce. It wasn't that she had feelings for my father, but rather that she couldn't bear to be without us children. My uncle's outburst, besides making him an unpopular figure in my family, didn't really achieve anything. But my uncle, well, he's always been self-centered. Feeling incredibly guilty , he tricked my mother into coming to his house and treating her to all the good food and drink – it was both infuriating and laughable. My mother originally planned to stay for a few days and then return, but she became good friends , helping her take care of her younger cousins, and thus stayed away for a long time. To be honest, my mother wasn't a good wife, and in some ways, not even a good mother . While she wasn't lazy, she was definitely not diligent. She had many skills, but housework wasn't one of them, although she was a very good cook. She was intelligent, but not capable; in society, she might starve to death trying to survive independently. She enjoyed life, had a bit of a bourgeois air, and didn't like others intruding on her personal world. Overall, if she were in a wealthy family, she would definitely be a stunningly charming and elegant lady. But in the countryside, she seemed somewhat out of place, like a celestial being fallen to earth. However, my mother possessed a certain charm that made people respect and cherish her, feeling that she was born to enjoy a life of comfort. So, although she wasn't as capable as other rural women, no one blamed her; instead, some worried she was overworking herself. The rough men in the village, who spoke without restraint, naturally became . From my mother, I could see that some people in this world truly are born to be revered and worshipped like gods. Ultimately, the reason for my parents' divorce was me, though no one said it, everyone knew. My eldest sister firmly supported the divorce, my second sister firmly opposed it, and my youngest sister was indifferent me, I never voiced my opinion, but my mother knew I wanted her to divorce, so she did eventually divorce my father. My second sister was the most worried about our divorce. She once went alone to my uncle's house to persuade my mother to come back, but failed. She told me about it afterward, very sadly. We were making love when I laughed and said, "It's better if we get divorced, I'll take care of Mom!" My second sister kicked me off the bed and was angry with me for over a month. Mom had been staying at my uncle's house for too long—over a year!—which made me angry too. Later, Mom told me she was running away, but she didn't know what she was running away from. She missed me terribly and drew countless pictures with my face on them, so my aunt, cousins, and other family members who had never met me before recognized me immediately. Mom often talked about me in front of them, praising how well-behaved, successful, and filial I was, repeating every little thing about me from childhood. My aunt thought Mom missed her son and tried to persuade her to come back several times, but she refused. She also thought Mom didn't want to see Dad and suggested she get a divorce, but to no avail. It was a ridiculous situation; everyone was confused about Mom's intentions. Actually, I also missed Mom very much and wanted to visit her during winter and summer vacations. But my grandparents here wouldn't let me. Grandpa and Grandma also had their own agenda. They knew Mom missed her children and wanted to use us to force her to come back, but they didn't succeed. I wrote Mom many letters, and she wrote back many letters as well, asking about every detail of my life. My second sister once read those letters and got jealous, saying I hadn't said anything sweet to her, so why was I so good to Mom? Then she started attacking me. I had to lie and say I was trying to trick Mom into coming back. Mom was gone for over a year, and I missed her for over a year. I felt uncomfortable doing anything and couldn't muster any energy . Initially, there was one good thing: because Mom was gone, my younger sister had no one to take care of her, so she lived with Grandpa and Grandma and was rarely home. This meant there was no one at home, and whenever my second sister came home, she didn't have to be affectionate with me in that little room anymore ; she could make love directly on the big bed at home.

With fewer inhibitions, we started trying different positions.

My second sister liked being on top, letting me admire her bouncing breasts or her swaying ass. She also started openly moaning, easily uttering phrases like "good husband," "dear husband," and "big cock brother."

I liked having her on the bed like a puppy and penetrating her from behind, admiring her beautiful ass, sometimes even

slapping it. Watching her moan, cry, and writhe beneath me gave me a great sense of conquest.

My second sister's openness, without any inhibitions, was astonishing. Sometimes she would fall asleep with my penis in her mouth, and I was woken up

several times in the morning by her oral sex.

It was clear that she was quite slutty at heart.

However, she became depressed during winter and summer vacations.

My eldest sister was already in university then, a study fanatic and workaholic. During vacations, she never went home but stayed in Beijing

to work and gain social experience, which her family criticized as heartless, and she's still not welcomed by her hometown relatives.

With both my parents away, it was always just the three of us at home during vacations.

That clingy little sister was infuriating! She never gave me a chance to be affectionate with my second sister,

always sticking to us, even sleeping with us.

As a result, the three of us had to sleep together every night, unable to do anything. If we wanted to be intimate, we had

to avoid her during the day; forget about it at night.

Actually, my little sister was quite pitiful.

She was three years younger than me, young, and had a bad temper, liking to bully others, so few friends

wanted to play with her.

Our parents and family weren't around much, so she was very lonely, which is why she was so clingy.

However, she was a bit dim-witted and a bit slow on the uptake.

Throughout high school, I often had affairs with my mother and second sister, sometimes blatantly, and she never

suspected a thing.

The funniest thing was during the winter break of my third year of junior high, just before Chinese New Year.

Like my second sister, she was a heavy sleeper, so when she was asleep, I could touch my second sister inappropriately,

except was absolutely forbidden; my second sister didn't want her to find out.

However, I hadn't had a chance to be intimate with my second sister for several days, and I was feeling incredibly pent -up. I couldn't

resist any longer and just went for it.

My second sister was shocked and started pinching and biting me, resisting fiercely, making me feel like a rapist.

Our movements were so loud that they woke my younger sister, who looked at us groggily and asked,

"What are you doing?"

I immediately replied, "My sister has a stomachache, I'm rubbing her stomach."

My younger sister said "oh" and went back to sleep.

My second sister and I both wiped away a cold sweat, looked at each other and laughed, and then my second sister pinched me hard a few times.

But my second sister was still kind to me; knowing I was uncomfortable, she crawled under the covers to give me oral sex after my younger sister fell asleep. Just

when I was about to reach my climax, my younger sister woke up again, turned on the light, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom, scaring my second sister and me

half to death again.

I was so frightened by her that I lost all desire and obediently prepared to go to sleep.

Before I could fall asleep, I felt someone touching my little brother. I thought it was my second sister

teasing me, but when I touched it, I realized something was wrong. It was my little sister, who probably thought the hard thing

was in the way , pushing it away with her knee.

Luckily, she didn't kick hard, or I would have been half-dead!

The next day, my second sister and I laughed

uncontrollably .

After that, my second sister made sure to sleep between us so my little sister wouldn't touch me.

But that girl liked to sleep in other people's arms, always complaining that my second sister's breasts were too big and in the way, saying it

was more comfortable for me to hold her while we slept.

Of course, she didn't dare say this to me, only to my second sister, who then teased her quite a bit.

Later, I discovered a flaw in my little sister: she couldn't drink alcohol. She would get drunk after just a little, and once drunk, it was hard for her to wake up

.

I used this flaw to do many bad things behind her back, but now I had to warn her never to

drink outside.

It wasn't until the summer vacation of my third year of junior high that I had the chance to visit my mother, and my little sister accompanied me.

At that time, my uncle had already divorced my aunt. Although the two children nominally lived with my uncle, they still

lived with their mother.

I was quite surprised when I first met my aunt. She was not yet thirty years old, her skin was a bit dark,

but her face was even more beautiful than my mother's; no wonder she was called "Black Pearl."

The only drawback was that this Black Pearl hadn't received much education. She was beautiful, but lacked

substance , far inferior to my mother.

However, everyone who saw her for the first time was sure to be amazed by her.

My uncle actually divorced her; I really admired his cold-bloodedness.

Actually, my uncle was quite skilled at dealing with women. He had been married four times, and his current wife had just graduated from

university and was younger than me.

Although he had been divorced several times, he maintained good relationships with all his ex-wives.

For example, this Black Pearl was still with my uncle; being divorced or not made little difference.

My uncle's flaw was that he was fickle, playing one woman after another, especially young girls. His advantage was that he was generous

and straightforward, never forcing anyone.

The power of genetics is terrifying, and I truly experienced this when I met my two younger cousins

.

My younger cousin was only ten years old, but I have to admit, he was already more handsome and

popular .

My younger sister, who was always clinging to me, pounced on him like she'd seen a celebrity, easily

leaving me behind.

As for my eight-year-old cousin, honestly, if I ever regretted never having met an angel, seeing her made

all my regrets disappear. When she called me "brother," I almost fainted from joy.

My uncle has always been very proud of his two children, and once told me that he had already written his will

, leaving most of his estate to them.

However, my younger cousin isn't very successful; he hangs out with some hooligans all the time, driving my uncle

to the brink of a heart attack.

My younger cousin is also a clingy one.

Of course, she's a little less clingy than my younger sister, but she's cuter, which is the most important

factor.

Sometimes I can harden my heart and refuse my younger sister, but as soon as my cousin asks, I have no choice but to happily run over and

serve her .

It's truly pathetic, really. I've always been pampered by women, and now I've become a little girl's

plaything , and I even enjoy it. It's incredibly embarrassing for me.

However, let me state upfront that I absolutely did not lay a finger on my cousin, not even the slightest hint of anything inappropriate

.

It's really hard for anyone to have any impure thoughts in front of her.

My cousin's behavior can only be described with one word:

cool!

There are four girls living next door, the youngest

about the same age as my younger sister, and the oldest about the same age as my second older sister.

These four girls come to their house almost every day to tease my little cousin. He ignores them,

sometimes even throwing tantrums, but they just love him, there's nothing he can do.

Actually, I find them quite annoying too, but I can only avoid them, not be as cool as my little cousin.

My younger , gets along quite well with them; the girls' constant chatter is really unbearable.

But my little cousin seems to respect me, because I'm physically strong.

When I do push-ups, I often have my little cousin sit on my back, doing dozens in a row, leaving him speechless.

Moreover, I knew more than him, so I was sure I could fool any child without fail.

My mother cried with excitement when she saw me, hugging me tightly the moment we met.

At that time, I was only 1.64 meters tall, shorter than my mother, and I hadn't changed much, but my mother had changed a lot.

People say that upbringing shapes one's character, and I think that's certainly true.

Over a year of pampered living had changed my mother considerably; her skin had become fairer, her body fuller, and

she looked younger, possessing a very elegant and serene aura.

This kind of aura can't be faked. Many wealthy women I meet these days reek of

nouveau riche , or have that restless, materialistic air of elite white-collar workers; they can never possess

the calming, reassuring aura of a classic beauty.

It took me several days to understand why my mother had become like this.

She basically had nothing to do there, spending her days reading, painting, and occasionally writing

. Without the pressures of life or annoying household chores, and being able to do what she loved and live

the life she wanted, it's no wonder she looked so young.

If it weren't for the children she cared about, Mom might never have gone back.

Actually, I'm naturally restless and find it hard to sit still. But Mom instilled in me a love of reading from a young age; I

always carry a book, and I spend every three to five minutes reading, which has helped me become less

restless .

However, I can usually remain calm around Mom.

Even now, I'm used to touching a woman with one hand and reading with the other, but usually,

only .

Mom also likes to lie in my lap reading, letting me touch her, and sometimes we'll discuss the book's contents.

If my second sister isn't busy, she'll lie in my lap and let me touch her, doing nothing else, but sometimes I get aroused while

touching .

My eldest sister is very busy, and she also likes me to touch her, saying it soothes her emotions, but she'll

either fall asleep or remember something to do, which makes me both laugh and cry.

My youngest sister is the most mischievous, never staying still, always climbing up to me to be affectionate, or tickling me and wanting

me to talk to her.

My mother reads a much wider variety of books than I do.

I usually only read novels, historical materials, and occasionally magazines.

My mother reads everything: literature, religion, philosophy, history, geography, painting, calligraphy, sculpture, flower arrangement, cookbooks, clothing,

and even erotic novels.

That summer at my uncle's house, it felt like I was back in the past. I often talked to my mother,

lay on her lap reading, kissed her faint fragrance, and let her gently stroke my hair. I felt that there was no greater happiness

in the world .

My aunt, who was no longer my aunt, was always deeply moved by this heartwarming scene, pulling her

two children away to prevent them from disturbing us.

It would be even more perfect if my younger sister didn't occasionally come over and spoil the mood.

My uncle's house was a three-story villa.

The first floor was the living room, the second floor was where my aunt and her two children lived, and the third floor was the guest room.

Originally, I slept in one room, and my mother and younger sister slept in the other, but sometimes I would stay in my mother's room reading

late and it didn't matter if I slept with them.

My younger sister didn't mind at all; sometimes she even asked me to stay. I guess it was because she

hadn't .

My mother didn't refuse.

However, she usually read very late, and when I woke up in the middle of the night, I would often find her not reading but looking at me.

At that time, I never thought of seducing my mother.

I used to be very curious about women's bodies, but now that curiosity had been completely

satisfied , and I wanted to experience the taste of maternal love more.

Sometimes I would still touch my mother's body, but there was no lewd intent.

This is the truth; even now, when I'm with my mother, I can usually

suppress , but when I'm with my second sister, I often think about having sex with her. My mother didn't seem to mind my intentional or unintentional physical contact, because it was within

her acceptable range. I found a lot of paintings in my mother's room. Some were still life paintings, some were portraits of my younger cousins, and some were sketches of my older sisters and younger sister, but almost half of them were mine. Some were from when I was little, some were from now, and there were even two of them when I was asleep, I don't know when she painted them. Although I don't understand art, I can at least distinguish between good and bad, and I can clearly see the emotions in them. What shocked me most was that I found several nude portraits of myself under the cabinet. One of them was clearly imagined; although my face hadn't changed, I was obviously an adult. If it were just a nude painting, it wouldn't have mattered, but that one depicted someone bathing me, with some ambiguous meaning that made me blush. The painting had clearly been crumpled and then unfolded, the creases clearly visible. Seeing this painting made my heart pound, and memories from three years ago resurfaced. I thought my mother had forgotten about it, but it seemed she hadn't.

To me, my mother was like a dream, something ethereal and forever unattainable. But now that this

dream had a chance of becoming a reality, how could I give up?

I put the painting away, thinking about how to achieve my

goal .

At that moment, I felt grateful for this summer.

Although there was air conditioning in the house, it was still very hot.

I wore less and less clothing when I went in and out of my mother's room, sometimes even just my underwear.

My "assets" were still quite ample, a large, bulging mass; I was sure my mother wouldn't see them.

At night, when I slept in my mother's bed, I would intentionally or unintentionally touch her thigh with my lower body, and my hand would intentionally or unintentionally

rest on her breasts.

Each time, my mother would remove my hand and pull her thigh back, but she didn't scold me.

I thought her tolerance for me was increasing, so one day, while my younger sister was watching TV downstairs, I discussed the issue of Oedipus complex and maternal love with

my mother .

My mother said, "Almost every man has had a mother complex at some point. After all, the first woman he faced in this world was his mother, the closest person to him was his mother, and the one who treated him best, selflessly, and

without expecting anything in return was also his mother. Motherly love is far greater than romantic love." "Many things that women cannot do, mothers can do."

"A wife sometimes cannot forgive her husband, but a mother will eventually forgive her child." "When men choose a partner, they often compare her to the person closest to them, that is, to their

mother. Therefore, a mother complex is completely understandable."

(Hmm... I once read an article that said, according to a survey, couples with longer-lasting relationships generally have wives who resemble the man's mother more, and

husbands who resemble the woman's father more. I don't know if that's true or not.) However, eventually, men will leave this

circle because they need to shoulder responsibilities, grow up and mature, and can't be pampered forever, just like eaglets

eventually fly out of the nest.

I smiled and asked, "Then is there such

a thing as an Oedipus complex, where the mother can't leave her son?" My mother smiled and said, "What nonsense are you thinking? That's not true at all."

I said, "It's only natural. How could a mother abandon her son?" My mother then

realized she'd been tricked and misunderstood, and immediately blushed.

I asked again, "Which lasts longer, family love or romantic love?" My mother ignored me.

I continued, "So-called love is actually only temporary; it can't last long. True,

lasting love lies in mutual tolerance and acceptance of each other's presence. In reality, it has transformed

into familial affection.

Short-lived love is just a momentary hormonal impulse; lasting love should be considered a form of familial affection."

Mom laughed and asked, "Where did you get these strange ideas?"

I said, "I'm your son; you taught me all of this."

Mom said, "I didn't teach you any of this."

I said, "You taught me one thing: to be honest with yourself and not deceive yourself."

Then I fell silent.

When the tacit understanding between people reaches the level that Mom and I have, some things don't need

to be said to be understood.

In the following days, the atmosphere became somewhat subtle.

I no longer lay on Mom's lap reading; instead, I lay beside her, sometimes naturally putting my arm around

her shoulder.

Mom accepted my change with a mixture of apprehension, worry, fear, and joy.

When I asked her to come home with me, she agreed without hesitation. (

Family Affection 5-9)

Dad has always deeply loved Mom; we all acknowledge that.

However, to him, his mother seemed too unattainable, which made him even more cowardly and timid. He tried his best to give his mother a good life, but he didn't know what she really needed.

The more inferior he felt, the further his mother drifted away from him.

His mother didn't want to be worshipped like a goddess; she needed someone to communicate with her, care for

her, cherish her, pamper her, and even command her. His father clearly couldn't do that; he couldn't even have a normal

conversation with her.

When his mother and I went back together, his father was overjoyed, thinking that his mother had changed her mind. In fact, it was only then that his mother

truly made up her mind to divorce.

Since my second sister and I were both studying at the city's high school, his father simply bought a two-story villa in the city, spending over

200,000 yuan. His younger sister also transferred to the city's experimental high school.

At that time, his mother doted on him to the extreme.

It rained a lot where we lived, and every time it rained, his mother would wait for him outside the school with an umbrella. After

evening self-study his mother would always cook soup for him to drink when he got home, and she would even wash his feet every night.

These things may seem small, but they were very meaningful.

My second sister was still in her final year of high school then, and she often looked at my mother and me with strange eyes.

Since the house was more spacious, my younger sister also had her own room.

She and my second sister lived upstairs, while my mother and I lived downstairs.

I received a letter from my eldest sister who wanted me to study on my own to prepare for the self-study exams in the future. In other words, she

expected me to have a bachelor's degree by the end of high school.

This task was difficult enough, but on top of that, I also had to participate in competitions from time to time. My once easy studies

suddenly became heavy, often leaving me exhausted and working late into the night.

My mother was heartbroken and scolded my eldest sister, asking if she was trying to torture me to death.

My second sister also felt sorry for me and had an affair, so I could only enjoy her silent tenderness.

This situation lasted for more than two months, and I realized that this couldn't continue; my overall mental state

had deteriorated significantly.

I've always believed in the principle that "what is difficult to achieve is easy to attain," and I shouldn't put too much

pressure on myself. When it's time to give up, I should be brave enough to do so.

So I decided to put my older sister's demands aside for now, keeping only the requirement to learn Japanese. With the

mindset of "it would be best if I passed

,

but it's okay if I didn't," I studied the other courses she required, focusing my main energy on my high school courses and various competitions. Adjusting my mindset made me feel much lighter, regaining my former energy, and I even started to have some

mischievous ideas. Because I went to

bed late, and so did my mother, she mostly stayed in my room reading and keeping me company, talking to me and seeing if I needed anything.

That night ,
around 11 PM, my second sister and younger sister were asleep. I put down my book, turned around, and chatted with my mother, smiling as I asked her when she would draw me another picture.

My mother said, "Sure, when do you have time to be my model?

" I thought for a moment and said, "How about tonight?

" My mother

said, "No way, don't you know what time it is? "

I smiled, got up, and went to the bathroom to shower. After showering for a while, I called my mother to come and help. She asked what was wrong from outside the door. I said I forgot my underwear, and she asked me ... " Bring me my underwear." Mom brought the underwear, but only passed it through the crack in the door, not daring to come in. I ignored her and continued washing. Mom called me to take the underwear, and I said, "Come in , I'm in the bathtub." I was gambling at the time, gambling on how much obedience Mom had shown me. Because Mom had become a little strange these past two months, seemingly very used to obeying my orders. Once, when she was washing my feet, she washed them for a long time, and I laughed and said, "Mom, since you like my feet so much, why don't you just kiss them?" And she actually did , subconsciously , kiss them , which startled me. I guessed right; Mom really did come in, her face flushed, and she didn't dare look at me. I threw the towel at her and said with a smile, "Mom, can you help me wipe my back?" Mom scolded me , " How old are you now that you still need your mother to help you? " I said, "Even if I'm older, I'm still your son . Haven't you ever helped me wash before?" Then I turned my back to Mom . And Mom actually came over and helped me wipe my back. After wiping her back , I stood up from the bathtub and continued carrying her on my back. Mom didn't say anything, just continued wiping my bottom and thighs, then handed me the towel, saying, "You wipe the front yourself." I covered my lower body with the towel, turned around to look at Mom, made a David pose, and asked, " Can I be her model?" Mom laughed immediately, hit me lightly, and scolded me for being naughty. I smiled and said, "Mom, you're so beautiful." Mom said, "Stop being so glib, go back to sleep." I said I wanted to read a little longer, but Mom said it was too late and I should go to sleep. I said I couldn't sleep right now, and asked her to talk to me for a while. Mom agreed and left the bathroom. I put on my underwear and went back to the room. Mom was lying on the edge of my bed, continuing to read, but I could sense that she seemed a little absent -minded. I didn't say anything, jumped onto the bed, lifted the covers and crawled in, then patted the person next to me and said, "Mom, come in and lie down for a while . " Mom hesitated for a moment but still agreed. I put my hand on Mom's shoulder, hugged her , and asked her what kind of daughter-in-law she liked. My mother immediately asked if I had a girlfriend. I said, "You know your son is popular, I have tons of girls chasing after me." My mother said, "It's not okay to date now, at least not until after you get into university. " I laughed and said, "Getting into university is a piece of cake, why don't you have confidence in your son?" But I don't like any of those girls. If there were a woman who looked exactly like my mother, I would definitely marry her. My mother laughed and said, "Your Oedipus complex is quite serious. " I said, " Yes , but Mom, do you have an Oedipus complex? " Mom froze for a moment, then turned to look at me. I looked back at her, saying nothing.

We stared at each other for a while. Mom looked away and said it was too late, I needed to go to my room to sleep, and you should go to sleep

early
, you have class tomorrow.
I knew I couldn't rush things, so I let it go.

As a result, for the next few days, Mom avoided me and didn't dare stay up late with me to help me study.

I waited patiently, like a leopard waiting for its prey, waiting for the perfect moment. There was no need to rush; I wanted Mom to willingly be devoured by me. Of course
,
she will definitely have some unresolved issues, and perhaps I will need to use some forceful methods, but I will absolutely not hurt her
or
make her unhappy.

The opportunity actually came very quickly. That night it was almost eleven o'clock
when
my mother came in with a late-night snack and called me to eat. I ate while continuing to read, but my mother took the book from me and said to wait a while, because it was bad for my eyes . I swallowed the food and said, "Mom,
what about what you promised me?" What did Mom say? I said you promised to draw me a picture. And Mom actually finished it, bringing it from her room to show me. It really was drawn according to David's likeness, only with my face replaced. I laughed as I looked at it, and after laughing for a while, I casually said, "Oh, there 's one more thing. " Mom asked , "Anything else?" I said, "You haven't answered me yet whether you have a son complex." Mom stood there without answering, and I ignored her, continuing to look at the painting. After a while, I said, "You don't need to answer. I already know." Then I found the nude painting and waved it in front of her, laughing and saying, "Mom, when you came back from Uncle's house, did you look for this painting ? " My mother's face changed immediately; she looked embarrassed, ashamed, angry, and scared, almost crying. I went up to her and hugged her, whispering in her ear, "Mom, I miss you so much, I love you so much. I want to go back three years, back to that night you got drunk, okay?" My mother burst into tears on the spot, and I carried her to bed . When I went to take off her clothes, Mom seemed to suddenly wake up and pushed me away, saying, "No, I'm your mother." I laughed and said, "Mom, what are you thinking? I just want to hold you and sleep." Mom was stunned and furious . I ignored her and held her in my arms to sleep. Seeing that I didn't make any further moves, Mom let me be. I knew she definitely couldn't sleep, and I chuckled to myself, going to sleep on my own. A while later , thinking I was fast asleep, she tried to pull away from me, but I pulled her even tighter .y6 v7 x

My mother struggled twice but couldn't break free. She called my name twice, but I didn't respond.
She
guessed I might be pretending to be asleep, but wasn't sure, so she let me hold her.

We lay like that for about half an hour. My mother was almost asleep herself when I let go
. My mother
immediately opened her eyes and found me looking at her face to face.

Before she could speak, I pressed down on her and kissed her lips. My mother let me kiss her without moving, neither resisting nor responding, just like a wooden doll. I found it boring, so
I got off her. My mother stared blankly at the ceiling and said sadly, "You're even going to rape your own mother?" I said, "Mom, I won't rape you. I want you to willingly come with me and be my woman." My mother turned to look at me , and I added, "You know you can't escape." My mother did n't say anything, lay on the bed for a while, and then went back to her room. The next morning, when I came back from my run, I saw my mother sitting silently at the dining table. She looked much more haggard, with large dark circles under her eyes, indicating that she hadn't slept all night. Although my mother usually goes to bed late, she can't stay up all night, as it causes her to develop dark circles. She also gets up early. I 'm the earliest riser in my family, usually getting up around 5 or 6 a.m. to go out for an hour of morning exercise. When I come back, my mom usually has breakfast ready. I don't take a nap at noon, but my mom does, and that hasn't changed in over twenty years. While eating breakfast, my second sister asked my mom if she was sick. My mom replied that she had stayed up too late reading last night. My second sister didn't think much of it. In the evening, Mom still came over to help me study, but instead of reading, she just watched me for over three hours. I knew she had something to say to me, and I could even guess what she was going to say—something like reasoning with me . Haha , reasoning ? Whether it's the bond between a mother and child or between a man and a woman, there's never any logic to it. She didn't speak, and I didn't speak either. After I finished reading, I took a novel, lay down on the bed, turned on the table lamp , and patted the person next to me to signal. My mother sighed and snuggled against me. I held her with my left arm and continued reading without saying a word. After a while ... P then placed his left hand behind her back and gently pinched her left breast. The mother's body trembled, but she remained silent.

I didn't continue, I just placed my hand on her breast and gently squeezed it every now and then.
My
mother's body gradually softened, and she leaned her head on my shoulder, sobbing softly, saying, "What am I going to do with you?" I said, " Just do what you think is right. " My mother said
, "But you're my son. " I didn't say anything, put down my book and hugged my mother even tighter. That night , my mother didn't go back to her own room, but slept in my arms all night. I didn't touch her either, and obediently held her and slept all night. The third day was Saturday, and my second sister and younger sister watched TV in the living room, making a fuss until almost midnight before going upstairs to sleep . After they fell asleep, I sneaked into my mother's room, slipped under the covers, and hugged her from behind. My mother knew it was me and didn't resist, letting me touch her breasts. My mother used to dislike wearing bras, and although she started wearing them, she would take them off to sleep. Therefore, I easily slipped under her pajamas and touched her breasts directly. My mother's breasts weren't as big or firm as my second sister's; they were slightly sagging, but very soft and gentle to the touch—my favorite to caress. Her skin was even smoother and more delicate than my second sister's; it really felt like satin. At first , Mom let me touch her, but when my hand touched her underwear, she pressed her hand against it, preventing me from moving . I stood there without moving, and Mom didn't remove my hand . After a while, I used my middle finger to rub up and down my mother's vulva through her panties, occasionally squeezing the panties slightly into her vulva. My mother's breathing became rapid, and her body grew hot, but she still didn't speak. My hand began to tentatively enter inside my mother's panties, and this time she didn't resist. I slowly stroked her labia majora, and one knuckle of my middle finger probed into her vulva, gently moving it in and out . I moved and started licking my mother's ears. My mother's vagina became wet, and she let out very low moans. I inserted my entire middle finger and started stirring it back and forth inside. My mother 's moans grew louder, but they were all humming through her nose, sounding very cloying . My little brother was so swollen and uncomfortable inside my underwear, it was going to explode if I didn't release it soon. With one hand still probing inside my mother's vagina, I used the other to pull my shorts down to my thighs, then pulled down her underwear as well. My erect penis traced along her buttocks, gradually reaching the entrance of her vagina. My mother was already immersed in physical pleasure, but just as the head of my penis touched her labia ...

Suddenly, she snapped back to reality and cried out, "No!" Her thighs clamped together, and she blocked my penis with both hands,
preventing it
from entering. Originally, my penis felt quite comfortable being squeezed between my mother's thighs, but now that she was rejecting me, I became somewhat angry. I hesitated for a moment between whether to immediately take her right there and then or to retreat temporarily, and decided to take the former. So I pulled her hands away, pushed my buttocks forward with force, and my glans immediately squeezed into that beautiful crevice. Before I could even taste what it felt like, my mother twisted her waist and flung my glans out. She hurriedly ran away, knelt on the bed, covered her lower body with her hands, and tearfully begged me: "Don't do this! You said it had to be voluntary for Mom . " "Can you give Mom some more time?" I smiled bitterly to myself, feeling that the roles of my mother and me seemed to be increasingly reversed. In most families, the mother orders the child, and the child is scolded by the mother for doing something wrong. But in our family, it's the son who orders the mother, and the mother not only doesn't scold the son for doing something wrong, but also makes demands on him. However, this is the situation in our family, probably because I'm the only man at home for a long time. The women in my family are all used to doing things according to my wishes, but my mother is the most assertive. I beckoned my mother back, smiling, and said, "Mom, don't worry, your son keeps his word. What he says, he always does." My mother was still a little doubtful, but she still came back and lay down next to me. I asked my mother to take off her pajamas, but she refused. I laughed and said, "You really don't trust your son that much? " Only then did my mother take off her pajamas, still lying with her back to me. She was in my arms. I continued to play with her breasts, probe her vagina, and knead her clitoris. At first , Mom tried her best not to make a sound, but eventually she couldn't help but moan. Mom 's moans were very low, and they came from her nose, like the beautiful sound of a flute . Even when she climaxed, they were only slightly louder, completely different from my second sister who liked to moan. The mother's orgasm lasted a long time, almost a minute, during which her body trembled slightly, and her pink lips opened and closed like a small mouth, slowly releasing her vaginal fluid . I was already used to seeing my second sister's face contort with excitement, her body convulsing and even crying during her orgasms, so I found my mother 's relatively quiet orgasms quite amusing. Later I discovered that my mother's orgasms could last up to two minutes, during which she was completely unaware of her surroundings , sometimes even fainting. That night I didn't take my mother's body; I just touched her body and drifted off to sleep. I knew that I had aroused her desire, and taking her would be very easy. (IV)

Two days later, I went to the provincial capital to participate in a math competition. To
be honest, I didn't have a good impression of competitions; I felt they were a complete waste of students' energy. One of my classmates who participated in the competition with me had spent most of his energy on competitions throughout high school , and as a result, he failed the college entrance examination and didn't get into the prestigious university he wanted. He had to repeat a year and became a 5- year -old. My junior classmate. He now deeply resents all kinds of competitions and has ordered his younger brother not to be persuaded by the teachers to participate in any of those bullshit competitions. I had considered giving up several times, but my family always dissuaded me, as it was a kind of honor. When I got back, it was a little after 1 p.m. I didn't go back to school but went straight home. My mother was still taking a nap and was a little groggy when she opened the door for me. Having just crawled out of bed, her clothes were disheveled , making her look incredibly languid and alluring , carrying a rich fragrance. Seeing this, I was immediately overcome with lust. I kicked the door shut behind me, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her on the lips. My mother was stunned by my sudden attack, and it took her a while to react before she tried to push me away. I ignored her struggles and continued kissing her. My mother's body slowly softened, and she began to respond to my passionate kiss. I put my arm around her and walked towards the bedroom. My beautiful mother lay quietly on the bed, her limbs outstretched, her head turned to one side, her face rosy, and her eyes closed. Her breathing was rapid, her high breasts rose and fell slightly, like prey that had resigned itself to its fate, appearing tense and shy. I quickly took off my clothes , gently unbuttoning my mother's nightgown, instantly revealing a flawless, snow-white body before me, making my eyes light up. I stroked my mother's thigh with one hand, while playing with her breasts with the other, simultaneously lowering my head and biting her pink nipple . The red nipples, with a gentle suck, sent a sweet sensation rushing to my heart. My mother bit her lower lip, trying her best not to make a sound, her hands not cooperating with mine, appearing completely at my mercy. But her sexy black lace panties betrayed her thoughts ; she had never worn such sexy panties before. I smiled slightly, my hands still roaming over my mother's breasts, but my head moved to her lower body, and my tongue licked her vulva through her panties. I immediately tasted a strange flavor, with a faint musky smell. This was probably the unique scent of a mature woman; at least my second sister didn't have it. However, it wasn't unpleasant; on the contrary, it made me even more excited. My tongue immediately pressed against her panties and entered her vulva, rubbing her labia with the tip of my nose . / r: f; _1 m!~ d's mother must have been receiving oral sex for the first time, because she immediately exclaimed in surprise and placed her hands on my head.

Once she started moaning, she couldn't stop; her suppressed groans gradually grew louder with my movements. I
used
my teeth to bite down on her sexy little panties and pulled them down to my mother's thighs.

In this way, I could see my mother's most private parts completely.
Her pubic hair was sparse, and
her labia were still pink, the opening slightly parted, moist.
It
was even more beautiful than my second sister's. I couldn't hold back any longer; the desire I had suppressed for months seemed to explode all at once, making me
... D had no time for gentleness; he lay on top of his mother, raised his long spear, and thrust it in all at once, hitting the very depths . Ah ! So comfortable! : n2 }! v f7 d7 t4 h( x w2 ~/ h So good! * p* m1 {8 0 i9 ?& ?; z: g1 o, me3 p1 ?/ d0 a Maybe because she hadn't had sex for several years, Mom's vagina was as tight as a young girl's, the flesh walls tightly wrapped around my penis, tight and hot, its wonderfulness almost made me ejaculate on the spot. * ^ kd/ o0 [ 2 _. rqs! b. p/ q( { came out. 5 x6 q& w! u2 x$ \! q: d d f( b; h: w; w However, Mom was hit hard by my blow and frowned and cried out in pain. 0 y2 q8 d: e% ~! w 2 u5 n0 ~& ^2 r( ua$ "Gently, it hurts!" "I'm sorry, Mom, you're so beautiful, you're making me so excited!" Mom didn't answer me , she seemed a little embarrassed. I barely suppressed my lust and began to slowly thrust my penis in and out, gradually thrusting faster and faster. An extremely excited feeling took control of my heart . I was acting entirely on instinct, just like when I first made love with my second sister, pursuing physical pleasure, instead of being satisfied with making the woman beneath me happy as usual. I hadn't felt this kind of pleasure, this kind of pursuit of only my own, in a long time. I didn't even notice my mother's reaction; I was just frantically riding her, venting my desires. I could only hear my mother's moans going on and on, and feel her body twisting and spasming. When I finally couldn't hold back anymore and screamed to release my pent-up emotions, my mother was already limp and lifeless . I gasped for breath, looking at my mother beneath me, surprised by the unprecedented pleasure I felt, yet also blaming myself for my roughness, afraid of hurting her. I'd made love with my second sister so many times, but I'd never experienced such passion, so overwhelming that I was completely blinded by desire , not caring whether the woman beneath me was comfortable. But my mother didn't seem dissatisfied . The flush from her orgasm hadn't faded from her face; sweat clung to her forehead, her hair was damp, and her eyes were vacant as she stared at the ceiling. Her small mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing heavily, saliva involuntarily dribbling from the corner of her mouth . Her hand was on my back at some point, and it looked like she was making cuts .

I pressed myself against my mother again, whispering that I hadn't hurt her. My mother seemed to snap out of her
daze ,
giving me a strange look before shaking her head. I immediately relaxed and teased, "So, Mom, are you comfortable?" My mother still didn't answer, turning her head away shyly. Only then did I realize the softness of my mother's body, making me almost unwilling to leave. A mature woman's body is indeed different from a young girl's . My second sister was also very comfortable lying beneath me, but she wasn't as soft and comfortable as my mother. It was like a hard bed; even with several layers of blankets, it wasn't as comfortable as a Simmons mattress. (If anyone has experience making love with a mature woman with a full figure and excellent physique, they can understand this feeling — it 's so comfortable you don't want to get off, something a young girl can't compare to. ) My second sister's body was like an unripe green apple, crisp and sweet, enough to drive one mad, to take her with you to the ends of the earth. My mother's body, however, was like a ripe peach , bursting with nectar in one bite, intoxicating, making one lose all ambition . I lay lazily on my mother, not wanting to move at all . In the past , when I made love with my second sister, I always recovered quickly and was able to go back to the game and torture her until she begged for mercy. But this time, for some reason, I felt completely drained and had no desire to continue. My mother also lost her strength, slowly closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep. And I, too, fell asleep on top of my mother. Later, my mother told me that my first time with her had been incredibly satisfying for her, and she had even passed out from being penetrated by me for a while. 2 u3 c0 [: gq/ t* zt, p; } i6 g times. ( ~6 q( r& n7 [4 `/ z! v2 xw & i* y0 rw; r- ) ?7 d! ]5 i She originally only intended for me to play with her without actively cooperating with me, but later her body was out of her control , her mind was blank and she didn't know what she was doing, it seemed that she was in the midst of orgasm from beginning to end. 9 d) w# v9 a# g0 ~4 c s0 k ~* w7 { My mother even joked that because of that one time, her body completely betrayed her will afterward, ) f. ~3 v! fdw 9 r d6 ?; u9 r9 q Many times she knew she shouldn't be intimate with me, but she could never control herself and had no resistance to my demands . No , she ended up getting more and more involved, and now she's become like a slut. Actually, my mother has quite a dark side. When we're alone together making love, she rarely takes the initiative; she mostly goes along with me and seems very shy. But there are two exceptions, one is when other family members are present. In front of her daughter , my mother makes love to her son and seems incredibly wanton, experiencing pleasure very quickly and intensely . Another one is that she actively performs oral sex on me. My mother has a special fondness for oral sex ; she really enjoys me vigorously thrusting into her mouth and then ejaculating on her face. The people who most often perform oral sex on me at home are my mother and my younger sister.

My younger sister is quite mischievous and likes to take the initiative to ambush me .
She often unzips my clothes while I'm reading or even working

, and then performs oral sex on me before climbing onto my lap for sex. This is her favorite way to have sex, but she 's not so proactive or unrestrained in bed.
Sometimes she laughs and says that she's playing with me, not the other way around, which is quite similar to her personality . Unlike my mother, she usually wouldn't stop until I ejaculated inside her mouth after giving me oral sex, and she was satisfied with that. Her dazed and lost expression after oral sex often aroused my animalistic instincts, and I would pounce on her. For a while , I guessed that my mother was too embarrassed to actively pursue her son after becoming aroused, so she used satisfying her son's desires to express her needs. Later I discovered that it wasn't just that; sometimes I even felt that the reason my mother liked to kneel between my legs was because she felt it was more humiliating and a sense of being conquered. In other words, she seemed to have an innate servility. She used to look down on my father , so she didn't show it, but after submitting to me, this servility manifested itself, and she took my words for granted. At home, my eldest sister still maintained her status as my older sister and was very strict with me. My second sister has always considered herself my wife. When I was little, she was very strict with me, but now that she feels I've grown up and met her expectations, she just supports me from behind. She makes the decisions on small matters at home, but once I make a decision, she never goes against my wishes and never asks what I do outside. She trusts me completely. To be honest, having a wife like that is the happiest thing in my life . She will never betray or abandon you under any circumstances; she will only support you from behind and share your joys and sorrows. With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for? The only regret is that she's my older sister and can't marry me. So my younger sister treats me like a brother and lover, depending on me and idolizing me, and her coquettishness is deadly. My mother is the strangest; she wavers between the identities of mother and plaything. She'd rather imagine her as a plaything for her son because she spoils him too much than admit she is . h/ l# y( z truly fell in love with her son, and only by deceiving herself with this thought could she accept this incestuous behavior. 8 f2 b% e: j s8 h- a- u2 n2 r3 v1 ; So on the surface, she acted like a perfectly normal mother, but in private, she was terrifyingly submissive. n9 `7 i3 w0 z; ^9 f6 ev) f/ u }9 4 l1 h) d3 n i7 l( q3 v I generally don't let my mother show this kind of submissiveness in front of my sisters, but sometimes when the mood strikes, I'll tease her. 9 o: g9 k5 ?x# ]. b4 s) l ; ] 8 z( h. z1 o: h6 u tease her. ; k$ e- x. c! z, x! o0 u ; h! b! q! `% ]# f9 ? Fortunately, with the unconventional younger sister as a shield, the two older sisters haven't yet [7 k u8 g2 _u( I noticed the changes in my mother. For example, I would sit on the ***** or bed smoking and watching TV, while my naked mother knelt before me like a beautiful dog, giving me oral sex .

My eldest
sister would absolutely never agree to this. My second sister tried twice, but said it didn't feel right and refused to try again
.
My

youngest sister didn't mind, but she couldn't finish what she started. She would often pounce on me halfway through, accusing me of bullying her, and then climb on top
of me
to "rape" me. Only my mother could do it (of course, only when the two of us were together). (e- r# u oc% o& s; s: c4 p5 p) Also, to put it somewhat crudely, my mother doesn't mind drinking my urine, while others would never do that. 1 y) b3 b& a; q2 b( t, ~ ( c, d0 a5 k/ r的。 ] ~, z, j* f9 q; y! f# o/ e . x7 e) q( i8 ]6 k- ; ]# y2 b Sometimes even I find it strange that my mother is the most shy and embarrassed when we have sex, but she can do shameful things that others wouldn't do without any dissatisfaction. Is she a saint or a slut? I ( ~- p9 h* w; _: _% de 0 l$ @6 `% p; ]7 r* j$ e0 I don't understand either. My second sister's intuition has always been very sharp, even to the point of being frightening. My mother and I only made love once, and she noticed it. That Saturday , my mother took my younger sister back to our rural hometown to attend a relative's wedding. They wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon . My second sister and I both had classes on Saturday, so we didn't go. After school that afternoon, she came straight into my room and said, "These past few days, you and Mom haven't seemed quite right. Have you two already slept together?" I was stunned for a moment and nodded, because I never hid anything from my second sister. My second sister sat on the bed, stunned, and then slapped me hard across the face. She said , " I won't stop you from going to find other women. If you want excitement, your sister can accompany you. But why don't you even spare Mom?" She didn't finish her sentence, but it probably had something to do with those hairy, winged animals. Actually, my second sister is really strange. She didn't think anything of having sex with me, but she didn't care about me having sex with Mom. I just felt it was incest and hard to accept. What's even funnier is that later, even though she knew about my relationship with my mother, she wasn't afraid of being discovered by my younger sister when we had sex, but she was afraid of being discovered by my mother. Maybe for her, her younger sister was a peer, a sister, so she didn't feel any fear, but her mother was an elder, so she was a little scared . I asked her why she followed me, and after thinking for a while, she said she didn't know, but probably because she liked me. I said, "You know, I've always loved my mother." My second sister sighed and said she shouldn't have seduced me , which led to me doing this. I was both amused and exasperated .

In her mind, I am still an innocent boy, and it was wrong of her to like me first and indulge me.
My
second sister always likes to take the blame onto herself, as if whatever wrong I do is because she didn't educate me properly

. I think my second sister's maternal instincts are much stronger than my mother's. Actually, there's really
no way to reason with her about this, because there's no logic to it from the beginning. My second sister understands this too, but she doesn't know how to talk to me, so she just cries, crying all the while . While cursing me as a bastard, she still had sex with this bastard , and tried her best to please him. She knew this bastard liked oral sex, so she was willing to kneel naked on the bed and give him oral sex, letting his semen shoot all over her mouth and face. She knew this bastard liked to fuck her from behind, so she was willing to lie on the bed with her buttocks raised and be fucked hard by him . She moaned and cried as she was being fucked, saying she was a bad woman who had fallen in love with her own brother and liked being fucked by him, even though she knew he was her own brother, she couldn't help it, she couldn't control herself. She cried as she wiggled her snow-white buttocks, letting that bastard brother fuck her deeper and harder . The result was that the bastard brother was so scared that he didn't dare to move. The second sister cried and said, "Fuck me, fuck me, hit me, scold me, that will make me feel better. " The bastard asked his sister, "What's wrong?" She cried and moaned, urging the bastard to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her to death . As a result, the bastard really fucked her hard and hit her until her snow-white buttocks were red. When asked if she felt comfortable, she cried and replied that she felt incredibly comfortable. She truly felt incredibly comfortable, having orgasmed several times, the fluids soaking half the sheets. Her second sister had a slight masochistic tendency, especially when she was particularly unhappy or had suppressed her feelings for a long time; at those times , hitting or scolding her would bring her an insurmountable pleasure . However, she doesn't usually like being abused, but she doesn't hate it either. As long as it's not serious, she can accept it . She has even played rape games twice. When her second sister was in college, one night she was cornered in an alley by three hooligans and almost raped. Unfortunately, one of the three guys got a hole smashed in his head, and the other got kicked twice in the groin . He might become a pervert! Both were seriously injured and nearly died. Another was terrified by the second sister and fled. The second sister only lost her clothes and skirt, and was basically unharmed. Later, when she told me about this, we even played a rape game. We discovered that if a woman really hardens her heart and fights back desperately, it's really difficult for her to resist rape, unless it's two or three men against one woman. Otherwise, a woman ...J4 i mq has a 90% chance of escaping.

Actually ,
there are several situations involving rape. One is that the woman is too young to know what rape is, or her will to resist is not strong (for example, if they are friends, they may not be able to react in time). Another is that she has already been penetrated and gives up and does
n't resist anymore. The vast majority of women have concerns and don't resist thoroughly. Some are afraid of being beaten, some are afraid of being killed, and some are worried about retaliation afterward . If you tell a girl she can only choose between disfigurement and being raped, most girls will choose to be raped and keep quiet afterward. But my second sister isn't that kind of girl. She has a fiery temper; if anyone dares to rape her, she'll write her will first. I also deeply abhor rape. I've encountered it twice and been a hero saving damsels in distress twice, and I 've even been stabbed twice. But those bastards didn't get away unscathed either; I crippled them all. As for rapists , especially gang rapists, my personal opinion is to shoot them all, or at least castrate them. That time, the sex was great, but also exhausting. My second sister clung to me like a madwoman . I started by using the rear-entry method, penetrating her for over half an hour. Eventually, she stopped crying and just started moaning and groaning, calling out all sorts of random things like "dear husband," "good husband," "big dick husband," "good brother," "bad brother," "bastard brother," and "big brother, " which I found incredibly pleasurable. I asked her where she learned it, and she said from pornographic books. I almost suffocated her under the covers before finally releasing, leaving the sheets a complete mess, like they'd been pulled from a garbage dump . After we finished, she still wouldn't stop. After resting for a while, she gave me oral sex again. When I got hard, she sat on me and moved up and down, incredibly horny. I laughed and said, "Have you been holding back for so many days without making love to me? " My second sister hummed and said, "Don't scold me , you bastard. I 'm jealous, can't you tell?" ~; k* b# y3 o ( m w9 [6 p% r# `) u# s5 i- z I'm going to drain you dry , you're not allowed to touch Mom again. I said, "Why are you jealous? You don't mind me having girlfriends, do you?" My second sister said, "How can that be the same? I know you don't like those girls at all. " " It's different with Mom," I said. "You're so good to Mom, but you've never been good to me. " I said, "That's a huge injustice! Aren't I good to you? " My second sister just kept humming and ignoring me until she ... After the climax, she leaned down and whispered to me, "Who's better, her or my mother? Is it more exciting to have incest with my sister or with my mother? " I then realized she was indeed incredibly slutty, and a surge of lust rose from deep within me . I rolled over, pinned her down, and fucked her hard.

My second sister laughed, and
after I bit her breasts hard a few times, she bit me back desperately, her legs wrapped

tightly around my waist as if trying to press me into her body. In the end, she couldn't beat me, and she didn't even have the strength to moan anymore.
She
just stood there with her limbs outstretched, grinning foolishly at me, saying that I had broken her bones. I felt
a little sorry for her and quickly finished. This lovemaking went on almost non-stop for over two hours, and we were both exhausted. The room reeked of a strong odor, and the bed was a complete mess. The blankets were kicked off the bed and covered in stains. The sheets were even worse; my second sister was too lazy to wash them and simply burned them. My second sister said, "You can't keep exercising like this every day; it'll kill you sooner or later. " I laughed out loud when I heard that. When we finished, we were both exhausted and lay on the bed, unable to move for a long time. I hugged my second sister and comforted her, and it took a while to calm her down. My second sister asked me what to do. I said, "What should I do?" She said, "You can't just continue like this. You have to get married and have children." I asked her in return, and she said she definitely wouldn't get married and only wanted to be with me for the rest of her life . She was a bit of a jerk, but she still wanted me to get married because I was the only boy in the family . If I didn't get married, our family line would end. I thought about it and said that if any woman was willing to live with us, I would marry her; if not, then forget it . But I figured probably no one would want to marry me. My second sister was silent for a long time before saying, " Then I'll give you a son. " I was shocked. She said that children born from close relatives ... The children all have problems. My second sister said she didn't care, as long as they looked like normal people. This idea of hers hasn't changed even now. She studied medicine in college and minored in early childhood education, just to find a solution, and even prepared to raise a mentally challenged son. But strangely, my mother was pregnant with my child before, but later had an abortion and sterilization surgery . u: [My eldest sister also got pregnant and had an abortion, so she's much more careful when we have sex now. My younger sister was taught to be careful from the beginning, and she's fine. But my second sister never uses any protection. She's been with me the longest, but she's never gotten pregnant. She went to the hospital for a checkup, but there was nothing wrong , which made her very depressed . After discussing it for a long time without reaching a conclusion, we decided to take a bath together. That day , my second sister was exceptionally gentle, washing me thoroughly from head to toe. Then she washed herself, even cleaning her anus thoroughly.

I asked her what she was doing. She blushed and asked me if I would like to try anal sex. I said , " You really know a lot. Where did you learn all this?" She said it was in pornographic books. I said, "I haven't seen you reading pornographic books before." She said many boys
in her class read pornographic books, and those boys were very bold and not afraid of her seeing them . She borrowed it to look at it too. I think those boys in her class must have ill intentions towards her, but it's all in vain. They'll only be unlucky if they mess with her. I know my second sister's personality very well. She's cheerful, like a boy. Both boys and girls like to be with her, but it's just a friendship . It's impossible to take it any further. My second sister is very stubborn and has a bad temper. Once she makes up her mind , she can't change it. Sometimes even I can't do anything about her . It would be very , very difficult for her to like someone else again. At the time, I was actually quite tempted. My second sister 's anus was an erogenous zone ; I discovered this when we made love. Sometimes when my fingers touched her anus, she would become uncontrollably excited. h was just too tired that day and couldn't muster any energy. My second sister was also tired and said we'd do it later that night, and went to eat first. When we got back to the living room, we realized it was already quite late. We got out of school at 5:30 pm, got home at 6 pm, then talked, then made love, then took a shower, and before we knew it, it was almost 11 pm. My second sister casually cracked a few eggs and made two bowls of noodles. After we finished eating, she went to tidy up my room, then, naked, snuggled into my arms to watch TV. I've never been interested in TV; I'd rather read. But my second sister wouldn't let me, saying I hadn't cuddled her to sleep in a long time and couldn't let reading distract me. The TV series was quite boring, but my second sister watched it with great interest . My second sister is easily happy and easily satisfied. A small thing can make her happy for half a day. She's a very ordinary and optimistic woman, which is why those boring soap operas can make her so happy. After watching TV for more than an hour , she started to get sleepy, yawning while talking to me. But it seemed like she had decided from the beginning that she would squeeze me dry, caressing me and arousing my desire . At first, she just used her gloved hand to tease my penis, then her entire white thigh pressed against mine, her wet and hot vulva rubbing against my thigh. I found it a bit funny and ignored her, wanting to see how far she could go. My second sister knew I was deliberately flirting with her, so she bit my earlobe and licked my nipples, almost making my whole body wet .

I licked it all over. I let her act up but in my heart I was reciting "The Song of Everlasting Regret", and after reciting "The Song of Everlasting Regret", I recited "Li Sao"
. I hadn't even memorized half of "Li Sao" when my second sister gave up, admitting defeat because she had given me oral sex for ages, but my little brother was still limp. She was so angry that she pinched me hard several times. My desire hadn't been aroused, but she couldn't resist herself. After pinching me, she had no choice but to lie on top of me , begging, calling me "good brother, good husband" for ages . I told her to sit on my chest, and she readily agreed, thinking I was going to give her oral sex, and positioned her vulva against my face. I chuckled inwardly and told her to use her hands to spread her labia so I could see more clearly. At this moment , my second sister realized I was playing a trick on her, and she was incredibly embarrassed. Everyone knows that no matter how many times a woman has made love to you, even if she has performed oral sex before, she will feel ashamed and embarrassed to have her vulva exposed in front of a man, let alone to have to actively display it herself. However, my second sister still fulfilled my request, using two fingers to separate her labia majora so I could see her beautiful vulva . The delicate clitoris above her vagina slowly became engorged and erect under my gaze, and her labia minora opened and closed like a small mouth, with nectar constantly overflowing between them. Then I heard my second sister's long sigh . With a soft moan, her vaginal opening contracted sharply, squeezing out a large gush of fluid. It turned out she had actually reached a small orgasm while I was watching her. At this moment, my penis was engorged and painfully hard, so I gripped my second sister's buttocks tightly with both arms, pulling her down. My second sister also consciously grasped my penis, aligned it with her vagina, and slowly sat down, until my entire penis was inside her . f: y Only after my penis was fully inside her body did she let out a satisfied groan, and then she began to twist her waist. ( [5 u% \7 \. v$ s0 _ $ w5 z7 [3 {! w* j8 o) She didn't move up and down to swallow my penis as usual, but instead let the glans rub against her clitoris. o: p3 ^) q/ k% e4 v: v4 l6 k4 t8 s : l This way it took less energy, but brought more intense pleasure. , l( m- ?5 w1 ob; j: i$ `& x% r8 i9 x( p5 wd$ d ) She couldn't help herself after rubbing for a while, one hand covering her face and groaning as if crying, while the other hand rubbed her clitoris at our point of union. l. u0 z* i& a, e : d3 l2 z1 m5 I held her waist, helping her rise and fall, occasionally thrusting my lower body to penetrate deeper and more powerfully. My second sister was almost driven mad by my torment, tilting her head back and desperately covering her mouth, afraid of uttering anything unbearable . When she climaxed, she bit her hand hard, leaving teeth marks. Then she collapsed on top of me, panting, and after a while said that she would be tortured to death by this bastard sooner or later . I wasn't satisfied yet and was ready to continue attacking her.

My second sister said she couldn't take it anymore, and suggested I try from behind. So she grabbed a pillow and knelt on the bed, waiting for me to take her from behind.
I
excitedly slapped her buttocks twice, then dipped my index finger in her vaginal fluid and inserted it into
her anus . My second sister's anus is her erogenous zone. Normally, if I did this, she would definitely cry out excitedly. But this time she was too tired, and her body only trembled slightly without crying out. I spread her two big buttocks apart, held my sticky penis, and tried to insert it into her beautiful anus. My second sister's anus was very beautiful, actually a tender red color, and round, but it was too small. I tried for a long time but couldn't insert it. I wanted to give up, but my second sister said that since I had started, I should see it through. If I didn't succeed this time, she wouldn't dare to try again. Then she tried her best to spread her buttocks apart, and this time she finally managed to insert it . To be honest, it didn't feel good. My second sister and I were both in excruciating pain. I could even clearly hear her gasping for breath. Then my second sister gritted her teeth and said, "Let's do it. I can bear it. " So I started doing it. At first, I did n't feel very good. My second sister's anal muscles were clenched so tightly that my penis hurt a lot. But as I kept going, I started to feel good. It was n't that I felt good while I was going to penetrate her, but rather that I felt like I was completely abusing my beautiful older sister. It felt pretty good . But the second sister's reaction was different. At first , she just gritted her teeth and endured the pain. After she got used to the numbing sensation, she felt a kind of painful yet pleasurable feeling, like when I was spanking her and having sex with her, which surged into her heart, making her involuntarily groan and moan loudly. She was originally too weak to move, but a force suddenly emerged from somewhere in her body , making her ... She could wiggle her buttocks to meet my attacks, her face rubbing against the bed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her mouth biting the sheets as she let out suppressed sobs. When I ejaculated into her rectum, she trembled violently as if hit by a bullet, her eyes glazed over, and copious amounts of saliva uncontrollably flowed from the corners of her mouth, even tears streaming down her face. The honey-like fluid flowing from her vulva soaked the sheets ! It got really wet, and I was so satisfied I almost became an idiot. Later, my second sister developed a liking for anal sex. I was n't very interested in anal sex; I only tried it on my second sister and mother. My mother didn't seem very interested in anal sex either, but she would try it sometimes when she couldn't satisfy me.

Let's give it a try.

My second sister is different. She likes to try different things. Although I can't say she's particularly fond of anal sex, when we have sex, at least a third of the time I
'm
inside her anus. Every time she saw me inserting into
my
second sister's anus, I especially liked to torture her, using a dildo to insert into her front slit, and even clipping clamps onto her nipples, torturing her until she screamed and said I was a sadist
. 8 @( ^4 ]) r m8 \ ob : ly [7 o/ x- n5 t (五) 9 ?$ w- p1 _! n& k4 n: h0 k7 c1 x6 e2 { p3 y) k (五), x, ux( k8 e8 b5 s 6 s5 ?q( v8 rzf Since she found out about my relationship with my mother, my second sister has started to intentionally or unintentionally help me or make things worse.) vu; p5 \& }tk / v7 m, [$ w! `: t Helping me or my mother means that every few days she and my younger sister would go out and leave me and my mother alone, creating opportunities for us . [The phrase "helping but hindering" refers to her not going to bed as early as usual, but instead coming to my room to study with me until late at night, eventually even getting my younger sister involved.] My little sister didn't come in to study ; she just wanted to cause trouble. She's usually very clingy, but she knows I don't allow anyone to disturb me during my evening study time, so she doesn't dare to bother me. Now that her second sister has joined in, she's boldly come in and make a mess. Normally, my study time is quiet with only my mother by my side, but as soon as my little sister comes in, it becomes noisy and disruptive . I wasn't bothered; she couldn't really bother me. It was my second sister who couldn't calm down, scolding my younger sister several times . My younger sister was only afraid of me; she knew my second sister had a sharp tongue but a soft heart and wasn't afraid of her at all. She argued back, and then the two sisters had a huge pillow fight on my bed, while Mom watched with a smile, not interfering. I once asked my second sister what she was trying to do. My second sister said I couldn't always be with Mom, firstly because she was afraid my younger sister would find out, and secondly because Mom was not yet forty, which was the peak of her sexual desire, while I was too young, and the imbalance of yin and yang would easily wear me down. I laughed and said that I had almost daily sex in the first year of junior high school , so how come it didn't wear me down? As a result, she beat me up. My second sister is right, Mom's sex drive is indeed very strong. At first , because she hadn't had sex for several years and was used to being alone, plus she was afraid of being discovered, she was also somewhat hesitant. In the beginning, she often hid from me, and at night she would lock her bedroom door so I wouldn't sneak in . On Saturday nights, my second older sister takes my younger sister out to play. At these times, I ask my mother for affection. Although she usually gives in, she always urges me to hurry up. The more she urges me, the slower I can go, leaving her exhausted and frustrated every time.

Actually ,
my second sister knew my abilities, so she came back quite late and wasn't afraid of being caught at all. However, every time she came back , she would see that her mother was weak and powerless, so she would pinch me and get very jealous. After trying this two or three times, her mother was relieved, knowing that her second sister and the others would not come back early, so she
let me play with her without worry. Sometimes she would even prepare in advance. After eating, she would take a shower. After taking a shower, her second sister and the others would leave , and then I would carry her to bed and make love to her. Later , Mom completely accepted the fact of incest. Not only did she stop locking the door at night, but she would also secretly flirt with me during the day. She no longer resisted when I touched her when no one was around; in fact, she seemed to enjoy it. Especially in the mornings, after I finished running and came back, my second sister and younger sister were usually still asleep, and Mom was making breakfast. This was our happy time. She usually only wore pajamas, no underwear, and I could touch her freely. However , she still didn't dare to approach me first, and never stayed overnight in my room. Compared to having sex with my mother almost once a week, it was much less frequent with my second sister . My second sister would sneak into my room in the middle of the night, but she never dared to stay because she was afraid my mother would come too. (Actually, it wasn't a big deal; I was always the first one up in the morning, so I could always wake her up and make her go back to her own room.) She cherished my body and rarely made love to me, preferring to let me cuddle and kiss her for a while before leaving. I admired my second sister's self-control during those times; even though I was making her climax and she wanted it so badly, she still managed to stop me from penetrating her. She only agreed when she saw that I sometimes couldn't stand it anymore, and at that time the sex was very crazy and passionate . Actually , my second sister's primary concern in bed was satisfying me. Although she was naturally alluring and liked to wear sexy clothes , she wasn't actually provocative at all. The things she said during sex were initially just to satisfy me, but I got used to it and didn't care anymore. I only fully believed this fact later. For a while, I always thought my second sister was very provocative and ... She was so flirtatious. After she went to university, many people pursued her, thinking she was easily seduced. However, any guy who spoke to her even slightly offensively was either verbally abused or beaten up. Then , after the story of those three thugs who tried to rape her but ended up getting themselves into trouble spread, almost no one dared to pursue her anymore. Her second sister also became much more restrained; she only wore sexy clothes at home and wouldn't show them to outsiders . However , my mother's dependence on and obedience to me grew stronger and stronger. Even if she had psychological resistance to my commands, she would still obey me. This was the first time I asked my mother to perform oral sex on me. That day, after having sex with my mother, I impulsively put my penis , which was covered in semen , to her mouth and asked her to clean it for me .

My second sister is used to this, and she will do it for me without me even having to ask. But my mother is a bit of a clean freak. It's normal for her to shower before and after sex, but in the very beginning, although she didn't mind touching my penis before sex , she
did n't like it afterward. She insisted on wiping it clean with a towel before touching it. Therefore, when I put my penis near her mouth, she turned her head away angrily. I was only acting on impulse and didn't really care whether my mother was willing to give me oral sex. However, seeing my mother like that piqued my interest. She's never very proactive when we have sex; she just lies on the bed and lets me do whatever I want, only becoming slightly more proactive when we're close to climax . While I understand her feelings, I still feel somewhat unsatisfied and hope she can truly give me oral sex. Open your heart and enjoy this forbidden love with me. Even though my mother always obeys me, a completely obedient wooden figure seems rather tasteless. Therefore, seeing my mother's rare refusal only makes me want to force her to accept. I start using the pleading method, saying, "Mom , do you think it's dirty? " But I really want it . " Mom, you know this is a normal thing between lovers." Mom sighed and said, "It's not that I find it dirty, it's just that I feel my self-esteem has been completely shattered by you , and I can't accept it." I hesitated and could only say, "This is the last time. " Mom reluctantly agreed. Although we've made love several times, Mom has never seen my penis so close before. The light was dim, and Mom blushed and closed her eyes, gently leaning her head towards my crotch. I pressed my penis against Mom's lips, and I could clearly see her slightly furrow her brow, clearly not used to the smell. However , she still opened her mouth and took my penis in. She obviously had no experience with oral sex, and just stared blankly at it . Just like that, I felt really good. My limp little brother suddenly swelled up and popped out of my mother's mouth, even slapping her face. My mother was a little caught off guard, glanced at me, and then put my little brother back in her mouth. I started instructing my mother on how to give oral sex, first licking the sticky fluid off my little brother, then using her tongue ... S circled around my glans, licked my urethral opening, and rubbed my penis with her hands. Mom did everything she asked, and I felt incredibly good. My second sister was so proactive; she suggested many of the different things first. I hadn't experienced the feeling of being trained before .

The feeling was incredibly pleasurable. I started thrusting in
and
out of my mother's mouth. Because she was holding the base of my penis, the thrusting wasn't very deep, but
she
could still tolerate it.

My mother's tongue pressed tightly against my penis. At first, she was a little nervous, and even the pressure she used to masturbate me was n't very good. However, I was experienced and guided her by touching her hair.
Gradually , my mother got into the mood. Her tongue seemed to be interested in battling with my penis, and the coordination became better and better. Then she let go and placed her hands on my buttocks, tilting her head back and letting me thrust into her throat . I was very excited about this position because even my second sister rarely used deep throat, saying it was a bit difficult to bear. The pleasure I got from deep throat was significantly stronger, but I was still worried that my mother couldn't handle it and didn't dare to use too much force. At this moment , it was my mother who urged me on. She pressed hard on my buttocks with great force. I began to thrust my penis as far as I could into my mother's throat, feeling the softness and heat deep within. Tears streamed down her face, her breathing became rapid, and indistinct moans came from deep within her throat ; she was clearly losing consciousness. My pleasure intensified, and my movements quickened . At this point, my mother could no longer bear it, almost suffocating , and began to back away. I grabbed her hair and pressed her head down hard, my penis starting to swell and throb. Mom felt it, and suddenly opened her eyes, looking at me in fear. Then I thrust deeply into Mom's throat and began to ejaculate, ejaculating rapidly. Mom tried to dodge, but couldn't, and choked, her face turning red, forced to swallow my semen . As soon as I let go of her, she turned around and coughed. I felt so sorry for her, I quickly apologized and said I felt terrible. "I promise I won't do it again." My mother said after a while that she was fine, then said she felt a little unwell but not averse to it. Then she said my second sister and the others were coming back, and I should go out quickly so they wouldn't be discovered. Actually, that's how women are; they all have a submissive nature. Once conquered, you can forgive anything you do to them. u# lk/ k) b& ?% s! kos 4 [4 t* f) r) t6 d6 { Forgive, of course, don't go too far, and you must love her and let her feel your love. $ x. t, o8 x& y. t : h$ b$ w7 u3 dThe submissiveness of my mother was more obvious. After that, she was not only willing to give me oral sex, but also enjoyed it, and got used to me ejaculating in her mouth and on her face. ! b& @8 ~9 u5 g: ~( o6 c3 s1 ! k* t2 ?* p7 g5 kk. kAnd so the winter vacation came. 0 e8 }! }# k1 q$ lo$ ?8 \ . ?( f& r% w- ~4 a* m {That year, my father came back during the winter vacation, and my eldest sister also came back. / l/ vq c6 v( i0 I guess it's because Mom mentioned wanting a divorce recently, so the whole family is enjoying a reunion.

My eldest
sister said Mom looked much younger, like she wasn't even thirty. She asked what makeup she used.

Mom

laughed and turned to look at me. My
second sister
also laughed and kicked me hard under the table. I was very upset because Dad had also come back. Dad had been home for more than half a month, and Mom had been very good to him, not mentioning divorce again, which made Dad very
happy . I felt sorry for Dad and knew I had wronged him, so I was also very good to him. But I was extremely jealous, realizing that Dad was Mom 's real husband. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. The first night Dad came home, I sat in the living room all night, trying to hear what Mom and Dad were saying. The walls were very soundproof; even if they spoke loudly, I couldn't hear them clearly. I felt so sad that at 3 a.m. I ran out and ran for a long time, stopping to rest when I got tired , then running again, until 9 a.m. before returning home. After getting home, I lay in bed. I was in excruciating pain all over, but I couldn't sleep. My family thought I was sick and came to see me and comfort me, but I didn't want to see them and chased them all away. The second night, I didn't stay at home and left early, saying I was going to a friend's house. My father was very angry, saying that it was rare for him and my older sister to come back , but I refused to spend time with them. I almost couldn't help but argue with him, but I knew I was in the wrong and was too ashamed to face him. I was strolling down the street when I ran into some thugs. I deliberately provoked them and got into a fight, beating them soundly to a pulp . Then I went to buy cigarettes and hid by the river to smoke. That was my first time smoking ; it was very choking, and I quickly finished a pack, so I decided to buy more. At this moment, I saw my second sister. She had clearly been looking for me for a long time. It was very cold in winter, and she was so anxious and flustered that she hadn't worn many clothes and was shivering from the cold. I took off my coat and gave it to her, and she hugged me and cried . At that time , I was somewhat delirious from the nicotine and didn't hear what she was saying clearly. But I didn't want to go home. My second sister couldn't do anything about it, so she just sat next to me. She wanted to comfort me, but she said the wrong thing. She said that Dad was very satisfied with me, and had been praising me at home. He even drank too much and cried, saying that he could die in peace with such a son. My tears welled up, but they didn't fall .b$ o/ l/ c5 i

I asked my second sister if I was a beast. [My second sister looked at me for a long time
and then
started crying again, saying it wasn't my fault, it was hers to blame, she was the one who seduced me, and I

was still just a child. ] I was very angry, I said that when I was thirteen or fourteen I might still be considered a child, but now I'm seventeen,
I know what I'm doing, what responsibilities I should bear, and what consequences I should face. My second sister asked me if I regretted it. I said no, if I really regretted it I wouldn't continue. I said whether I did something right or wrong, at least I know what I'm doing. I'm not the kind of man who hesitates endlessly, and I won't be easily tempted . My second sister looked at me for a long time and then said she was relieved that I had grown up. Then she said, "Let's make love." It was a cold day, the wind was strong by the river, and there was frost on the ground, but my second sister's body was very warm. When I entered her, I whispered in her ear that I loved her and would love her forever. My second sister convulsed with pleasure and said that she loved me too and would never betray me. We didn't use any fancy techniques, just the most basic missionary position. My second sister was very enthusiastic, but she didn't moan. Instead, she whispered "good brother, good husband" in my ear. I was also very engaged and called her "good sister, good wife." A guy rode his bicycle past the riverbank and saw us making love. He stopped far away and started cursing . It was a woman. My second sister was very angry. She grabbed a stone and threw it at him , hitting him squarely. The woman screamed and ran away, cursing as she went. My second sister laughed, then continued making love with me, and then... Then she caught a cold and stayed in bed for three days. During those three days when my second sister was sick, I stayed with her almost non-stop, not even thinking about being jealous of my father. After my second sister recovered from her cold, we went back to our rural hometown to celebrate the New Year with my grandparents and several uncles. At that time, our family had mostly dispersed. Our family had moved to the city, my second and third uncles had moved to the town, my fourth uncle was rarely home, and my fourth aunt lived with her family. Only my fifth uncle's family still lived with my grandparents. However, we hadn't sold the house we originally had in the countryside. Every New Year or on an elder's birthday ... Everyone would still gather together. That year, everyone in the family was very happy during the Spring Festival because the whole family was together, and life had improved a lot. We became the richest family in the area. In addition, because I had good grades and a great reputation, my family felt very proud. My grandfather was always happy wherever he went.

Back then ,
our extended family and former neighbors all came to visit us. We received at least ten people every day. My grandparents prepared a lot of gifts, giving one to each younger relative, but even more people came

. The most lively time was on New Year's Eve dinner. There were four children in our family, three in my second uncle's family, three in my third uncle's family, two in my fourth uncle's family, and one in my fifth uncle's family, making a total of thirteen children. The oldest was my eldest sister, who was twenty years old, and the youngest was my fifth uncle's child, who was not even five years old. Those little brothers and sisters were causing a ruckus at home, fighting and playing around at the dinner table, making it impossible for anyone to eat. But no one cared. Grandpa and Grandma watched them fool around while drinking, their mouths never closing . I was also forced to drink by my fourth and fifth uncles; that was my first time drinking. The wine at home was all brewed by Grandpa himself. It was very strong and easy to drink, but it had a strong aftereffect. It made my face and ears turn red, but no one cared. Quite a few people got drunk that day ; Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, and four uncles were all drunk. Dad , who clearly can't drink much, still tried to outdrink the uncles and was the first to pass out, so we had to put him to bed. Second Uncle had bad drinking manners; when drunk, he started doing monkey-style punches, and in the end, I and Fifth Uncle had to forcibly carry him to bed. Fourth Uncle was the worst; even when drunk, he wanted to play mahjong with us, saying, "It's New Year's, how can we sleep?! " He was actually very good at mahjong, but that day, whether he was drunk or deliberately letting him win, he lost every single game . My second sister and I both won over a thousand yuan from him. My third uncle was the biggest drinker, but even he couldn't withstand our onslaught, because those kids were using cola instead of alcohol to compete with him. As a result, he got drunk too, and while he was watching TV, he fell asleep. My fifth uncle was the worst . After getting drunk, he actually took my fifth aunt to my second uncle's house next door for sex. They did it for over an hour. Afterwards, they came back to drink more, and then played mahjong with us, losing quite a bit of money. Actually, of all my uncles, my fifth uncle was the most upright. My father was already dying at that time (my mother told me this later). My second and third uncles had both visited prostitutes in Yunnan , but my fifth uncle remained chaste and endured it to the extreme, yet he was the most unfortunate one. That year was the happiest year I've ever had, and also the last year our entire family was able to gather together. After that, my grandmother and fifth uncle passed away, and the house became much quieter . Happy times are always fleeting. My grandmother's death and my fifth uncle's death were around the same time, during the second semester of my first year of high school. Of all the aunts in my family , I disliked my fourth aunt the most, and she was also the culprit who caused my grandmother's death .

My fourth aunt wasn't very capable, and while she was passable in appearance, she was a spoiled brat who acted like a lawless shrew.
My fourth
uncle didn't like her at all, but he married her because her family was wealthy. Relying on her family's wealth and her husband's competence, my fourth aunt acted like a tyrant at home, showing little respect to my grandparents. She constantly said that our family's current situation was all thanks to her family (which is also why my fourth uncle has refused to come back; he despises his wife). That year, she somehow learned that her fourth uncle had another woman in Yunnan, so she flew into a rage and scolded her grandmother! Her grandmother was severely punished . Her fifth aunt, still young and childish, and having a good relationship with her fourth aunt , actually chimed in. Her second aunt, feeling resentful that her fourth uncle hadn't taken her along, also said some unpleasant things. Her grandmother, stubborn and proud, couldn't bear the insults from her daughters-in-law and committed suicide by poisoning herself . Uncle Si rushed back and beat Aunt Si half to death, then immediately divorced her. However, when Dad , Uncle Si, and Uncle San rushed back after learning of Grandma's news, Uncle Wu did not return; instead, he returned with his ashes. Uncle Wu had never visited a prostitute before, but that one time he did so to accompany a client, and as a result, he contracted a sexually transmitted disease . Fifth Uncle was a rather carefree person, and only had an elementary school education. He didn't know what had happened at first, and by the time he discovered it, it was too late to save her; she passed away. Fourth Uncle, after returning home, gave Fifth Aunt two choices: one , to stay with our family, where the rest of the family would take care of her for the rest of her life; two, to remarry, with the family giving her a large sum of money for a grand wedding, but the child had to stay with them. Later , Aunt Wu waited two years before remarrying, taking the child with her. Uncle Si didn't say anything, only that the child's name couldn't be changed, and that the property left by Uncle Wu could only be inherited by that child; no one else was allowed to touch it. The deaths of Grandma and Uncle Wu saddened the family, plunging them into near collapse. Later , Grandpa also passed away, and Uncle Si took his two sons and his second wife abroad, until ... My second uncle's family moved to the provincial capital, and we hardly ever see each other anymore. Only my third uncle stayed in our hometown and refused to leave . He started a factory, which is considered a good thing for the people of our hometown. My father also passed away shortly after my grandfather, when I was already in college. My father died in a car accident. It's said that he called out my mother's and my names before he died, even though my mother had already divorced him by then . After the New Year, everything seemed to return to normal. My father went to Yunnan, my eldest sister returned to Beijing, and only my mother, my second sister, and my youngest sister remained at home.

But I feel that something has changed, and I feel like I have grown up a lot. When I'm with my second sister, I no longer treat her with the attitude of half lover and half brother, but completely with the attitude of a husband towards
his wife . My second sister used to order me around all the time, but now I've started to take the initiative and even start to order her around . It was around that time that I learned to cook for myself, which surprised my family. Although my eldest sister only stayed at home for one winter vacation, her overly competitive personality was fully revealed. The patriarchal mindset in my family was too strong. Although my eldest sister worked incredibly hard, she never received any praise. All the praise and honors were reserved for me. If I were worse than her , perhaps she could hate or dislike me, but I was better than her at everything, so she had to work even harder to gain the attention and approval of her family. My older sister really dislikes my careless attitude towards things because she's very serious about everything, while I, despite my carelessness, can still do better than her when she's serious and hardworking. This makes her dislike my careless attitude even more. She 's been home for over a month, and she's been criticizing me for over a month, which is making me quite annoyed. I have my own rules and principles for everything I do, but she's always pointing fingers and saying this is wrong and that is wrong . f2 f s6 ^% v Yes, who could stand her? 9 s( h5 g% b/ a) p7 e# j6 l) p ) y4 f0 ?, m- z4 `Her personality has ruined her a lot. In high school, some people dared to pursue her, but after entering university, almost no one dared to mess with her. Even those who pursued her were only after her beauty, not genuinely in love with her. Unfortunately , the eldest sister looked down on those inferior to her, sometimes even refusing to give them a way out, leaving her with almost no friends. Later, she went abroad to study and suffered many setbacks , which slightly improved her personality, but essentially, she hadn't changed. To be honest, when I first slept with the eldest sister and discovered she didn't even know how to kiss , I couldn't help but feel sorry for her . z8 z5 k$ l; v: j ; z, k* l3 x* & o3 y Sigh. # c& r1 f5 o. d! @1 k0 b( w, a$ u6 `- w Foreign countries are much more open than China, and she hasn't even had a boyfriend yet, it's really... . i( ?% ]# g# jw r2 ~: d7 g8 c- y2 c& j7 y6 nu, m6 d Big sister ! s! [# n- t( i- n @! n, k( k/ j( c e- { q7 g y3 z When she was at home, she was very concerned about my studies.! r# _2 ^: f( y3 v% r& c 7 za( c hkx; r6 ah She wasn't concerned about my high school studies, but rather about the goals she had set for me: 5 \! f, b4 w; y o4 \$ / c: ie% k i0 z! y! z- She needs to graduate from high school and also obtain a self-taught bachelor's degree. She also speaks Japanese and often converses with me in spoken Japanese .

I had just started learning Japanese at the time, so naturally I wasn't as good as her, and she laughed at me quite a bit.
Before I left, she somehow got me some self-study exam questions to do. After I finished, she looked at them for a long time, looking

very disappointed. Later I learned that my older sister had also set this goal for herself in high school, but
she
failed. However, I might be
able
to achieve this goal, which made her very uncomfortable. But at the time , I didn't understand my older sister's thoughts. I thought she was urging me on, and I was very grateful to her
. My father's return deeply shocked me. He had always lived in Yunnan, and although I knew of his existence, he was quite different from someone standing right in front of me. After the New Year, I did n't visit my mother for over a month, instead sneaking into my second sister's room to vent my desires . Back then, I had a terrible temper, and I wasn't gentle in bed; sometimes I was even rough. My second sister silently endured it all and never blamed me. Until that day, my mother came to my room and told me that she was pregnant . That day was also a Saturday. Like any other day, my younger sister was persuaded by my second older sister to go to the movies, while I studied in my room. My mother came in, sat on the bed, and told me the news. The fact that my mother was pregnant shocked me. I knew that this kind of thing could happen after having sex, but my second older sister and I had been together for almost four years and had never used any protection , yet she hadn't gotten pregnant . Therefore, I didn't really think about it . I kept this to myself. When my mother told me she was pregnant, the first thing I blurted out was, "Whose child is it?" Only then did I realize that I had been jealous of my father and deeply bothered by the fact that he and my mother had been sharing a bed for over half a month. If the child was my father's, I really didn't know what to do. My mother, sitting by the bed , was very pale, as pale as a dead person's face. Hearing my words, my mother glared at me angrily, grabbed a pillow from the bed, and threw it at me. " Of course it's yours. Your father didn't even let him touch my hand." I didn't know what to feel; I felt a mix of joy and sadness. At this point, the solution was self-evident. It was clear that surgery couldn't be performed at the city hospital; not only was there a risk of being discovered, but the hospital's technology was also inadequate . Don't worry. I told her, "Mom, I'll go to the provincial capital with you." Mom shook her head and asked me what I would do in the future, whether I would live like this forever.

If it's not discovered this time, what
about next
time? Don't say your father will come back someday; even your second sister and younger sister will find out sooner or later . I was speechless. My second sister is definitely fine, but it's hard to say about my father and younger sister. My mother looked at me and said very softly, "Let's end this. I will still be your mother, and you will still be my son. " Then she stood up to leave. I panicked immediately, I was so panicked, and I blurted out, "No! " This can't end like this! Mom , you should get a divorce, and I'll support you after the divorce! My mother stopped , sighed, and said, "Even if I get a divorce, my family definitely won't let you live with me. Besides, you'll marry another woman in the future, what will I do then?" I smiled and said, " Mom, then I wo n't get married. " My mother said I was talking nonsense . I said, "You don't believe me?" My mother said, " Of course I don't believe you. " I said , " Then what will it take for you to believe me?" My mother said, "Then tell me who your current girlfriend is . " I was stunned and said, "No." My mother said, "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I wouldn't know if you've slept with other women?" Then she added ... " Is it your second sister? " I could only nod. My mother sat on the bed for a long time without saying a word. After a while, she said, " I wanted to discuss this with you a couple of days ago, but when I came to your room, you weren't there. I went upstairs and heard you with your second sister. Tell me honestly , when did you two start this? " I honestly told her everything. My mother didn't know what to say to me, and finally said: " My son is really something, not only did he climb onto his mother 's bed, but he even climbed onto his sister's bed. " Hearing the wrong tone of her voice, my first reaction was to kneel down and apologize . My mother's hand was raised in mid-air, almost landing on my face, but in the end it didn't. She just sighed and said, " What am I supposed to do with you? It 's all my fault for spoiling you too much."

My second sister's first action after finding out about my relationship with Mom was to slap me. Although Mom hasn't actually slapped me yet, the feeling it

evoked was far more terrifying. Even though her face was calm, I could clearly sense the deep pain she was enduring. I was immediately terrified, fearing she might do something foolish. My mother told me not to say anything and to wait for my second sister to come back. So she sat on my bed without saying a word. I felt the atmosphere was very oppressive. I tried to take her hand, but she shook it off without hesitation. I tried again, and she shook it off again. I tried five or six times without success, but I felt relieved, knowing that things hadn't escalated to the point of no return. So, I started pestering her relentlessly, pulling her hand or touching her foot with my foot. Eventually, I managed to make my mother laugh, and she scolded me for being shameless. I knew the storm had finally passed. Later, I asked my mother what she thought when she found out about my relationship with my second sister. My mother countered with, " What could I possibly think?" I naturally had no answer. As a result , Mom said something meaningful: "Who told you to be my son!" The second sister and the younger sister returned around 10 PM , and by the time the younger sister went to bed, it was almost 11 PM. The three of us sat silently facing each other in my room. My second sister had heard the reason from me before she came in, so she was a little scared when she saw Mom. However, she was the first to speak up. She directly admitted that she had seduced me and that it had nothing to do with me. I found it both funny and touching . At first, Mom kept a straight face and pretended for a long time, asking what we planned to do in the future, whether we would continue. My second sister playfully asked me in return, "Then what do you plan to do, Mom? Will you continue too?" Mom immediately knew that my second sister also knew about her relationship with me, and her face turned red. She was too embarrassed to keep up the act. My second sister said it was good that it was out in the open. Things had already turned out this way, and there was nothing more to say. Anyway, she wouldn't leave me. My mother was silent for a while and then said, "You don't plan to live like this forever, do you?" My second sister said, "As long as my brother doesn't change his mind, it's fine. But if he dares to change his mind about me, I'll castrate him." This startled me. I didn't know if she was just saying it casually or if she meant it. The two of them discussed it for a long time, and I didn't dare to say a word. Finally , after the discussion, the two reached an agreement: I'm not allowed to date before high school, and afterwards ...y0 e$ m( m ! n

He could marry another woman, but that woman had to satisfy both of them.
The
implication was that even after marriage, he couldn't forget them, otherwise they would cause him endless trouble.

After the two ladies finished their discussion, it was probably past midnight. Mom got up to go back to her room to sleep, but her second sister stopped her. Her second sister said, "Come
on , Mom, you know this guy is really tough; one person can't handle him. " Mom was a little shy, but she still agreed. I was so happy I almost went crazy, and I almost hugged and kissed my second sister. Then my second sister started to take off her clothes, and Mom sat on the bed watching. Seeing how good my second sister's figure was , she seemed a little jealous. I laughed and said , "Mom, your skin is much smoother than my second sister's. " Mom said, "No way, I'm old. " I said, "If you don't believe me, compare it with my second sister's. " My second sister, knowing what I meant, joined in the fun, saying, "Let me see, let me see," and then we started taking off Mom's clothes together. My mother reluctantly let us take off her clothes, and two naked beauties were displayed in front of me, giving me a feast for the eyes. To be honest, my second sister did surpass my mother in figure. She was taller, had bigger breasts, a bigger butt, and a slightly thinner waist, but her overall beauty was not as good as my mother's . Even the youngest sister, who is the prettiest in the family now, couldn't compare to my mother when she was naked . Well , aside from her fair and smooth skin, her temperament alone is unmatched. Perhaps it's due to her upbringing, but she possesses a unique charm in everything she does, whether standing, sitting, lying down, or walking. Even when she's naked, that charm remains. Many women appear elegant and sexy when clothed, but without clothes, they are no different from other women . What's the difference? It's all about clothes. But Mom is different. She's naturally beautiful. Even without clothes, she still looks graceful and charming, like a trained nude model. This was when she was almost forty. I wonder what she looked like when she was young. But Mom says she wasn't as good as she is now when she was young. Back then, she was busy making a living and didn't have time for clothes . I have no time or inclination to think about these things, let alone the mood or the conditions to do so. [It's only after being pampered that the education I received as a child gradually revealed its true nature—I truly admire that!] My maternal grandfather, whom I've never met, instilled extraordinary qualities in both my mother and uncle from a young age. My mother's behavior was one thing, but my uncle was even more terrifying; his demeanor made you believe him even when you knew he was lying . kx

I believe what he said is true. After Mom was stripped naked, my second sister touched Mom's skin, and was greatly amazed and envious. I was watching
these two beauties from the side, my penis was about to explode, and I quickly stripped off my own clothes and tried to squeeze between them. The two women started arguing about who should have sex with me first, so I said, "Let's all do it together." My second sister asked how. I lay on the bed and said, "Second sister, you go first, I'll give Mom oral sex. " Mom was embarrassed and said, "You go first, I'll watch." My second sister was probably aroused by the lewd scene, and she ignored Mom and lowered her head to give me oral sex . After a while, she sat down with her back to me and swallowed my penis. Because my mother was watching, she seemed particularly shy, her movements were not intense, and she dared not make any loud noises, she was holding back very hard. I ignored her, pulled my mother who was sitting next to me over and kissed her, while touching my mother's breasts . My mother was very aroused in this situation. Before, when we kissed, she would only cooperate without responding. But this time, she actively put her tongue into my mouth for me to suck, and at the same time, she actively placed my hand on her vulva , which was already wet. I started to explore my mother's vagina, and she twisted her body to cooperate, but dared not make a sound . As a result, the only sounds in the house were the rapid breathing of the three people and the rubbing sounds of my genitals against my second sister's. Gradually, my second sister's movements became more intense. She covered her mouth, trying her best to suppress the pleasure and not cry out, but she still couldn't help but let out moans. My mother couldn't hold back either. When I moved her buttocks over, she also took the initiative to sit on my face and put her vulva against my mouth . I kneaded her nipples with both hands, licked her labia majora with my tongue, then gently took them into my mouth, moving my head from side to side, teasing her labia majora and minora with my lips. My mother placed her hands on mine, using them to squeeze and caress her breasts, biting her lower lip, only letting out very low moans from her nose. My tongue licked and sucked around my mother's vulva, licking up and down, occasionally slipping into that babbling brook, and * `~0 l2 \2 w : vv9 \( @- o; xr9 ln and used the tip of her nose to pry open the labia majora and press against the small red clitoris, moving it up and down. 1 g) i2 m) r: {2 i! d 8 a; - a5 ?1 q; p4 y/ x Mother's breathing became more and more rapid, and her moans became more and more cloying. When I took her entire vulva into my mouth and sucked, my mother's hand moved away from mine and pressed it on my head. Her body leaned forward more and more, and her vulva almost completely covered my face, making it almost impossible for me to breathe . Just then, I felt my second sister's vagina begin to spasm rapidly, knowing she was about to climax. In her current position, once she climaxed , she would definitely fall forward , her vagina disengaging from my penis.

I didn't want this to happen, so
I moved my hands from my mother's breasts to my second sister's waist and quickly
thrust
my penis upwards a dozen times. Those dozen thrusts were really tiring; I had two women sitting on me, not very heavy, but they were right where I was putting pressure on them, and my hands were essentially holding two women back-to-back
, squeezing them together . My second sister was already close to climaxing , and with my penis thrusting into her, she quickly reached her peak. She released her mouth and pressed her buttocks against my thigh, her hips bobbing rapidly downwards several times before finally crying out, "Ah... I can't take it anymore... It's coming, it's coming ... " Her vagina spasmed wildly, her clitoris biting my glans. The hot, sticky vaginal fluid sprayed onto my glans, making me feel incredibly comfortable. Just as I was enjoying the spasms of my second sister's vagina, my mother also climaxed from her moans, her body trembling violently. A large amount of vaginal fluid sprayed onto my face . Caught off guard , I couldn't hold back my semen, and a large amount of semen also shot into my second sister's uterus, making her feel incredibly good. I climaxed once. After the orgasm, my mother leaned against the wall behind me, panting, while my second sister lay half-lying on the bed. I felt a little breathless with my face pressed against my mother's wet vulva, so I moved her buttocks to the side and slowly stroked them . My mother simply lay lazily in my arms, letting me rub her breasts with one hand and caress her vulva with the other . After a while , my second sister recovered and lay down opposite us, taking my limp penis into her mouth and sucking on it . My middle finger was rapidly thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina, while I whispered in her ear, "Mom, does it feel good?" My mother was breathing heavily but didn't answer me. I added another finger, thrusting even harder, while pressing her tender clitoris with my thumb . My mother's breathing became more rapid, her legs involuntarily opening and closing, and her hands gripped my arm. When I asked her again if she was comfortable, she actually let out a soft "Mmm." I was overjoyed. Perhaps due to her pride, no matter how much I provoked her during sex , she would never speak or express her feelings. Although she cooperated with my movements, she was always passive, sometimes... I was really annoyed. Then I thought, since you've spoken, things will be easier. So I continued, "Mom, look, my second sister is licking my penis." Mom opened her eyes, looked up, and immediately lay back down, closing her eyes. Her vagina suddenly spasmed, and a surge of heat rushed to my fingers, soaking my entire palm .m; g2 x- q2 ym; o

I felt so good, I'll keep going ! "Mom, you have no idea how horny my second sister is. She's so loud when she wakes up, calling out 'brother, husband, big cock!' nonstop." My second sister, who was licking my cock, burst out laughing at this and slapped it
twice , making me cry out in pain. Mom couldn't take it anymore, she was so ashamed. "No, stop talking!" Her skin , flushed with passion and shyness, turned a deep pink, burning hot . I wasn't about to let her go. " Mom , why don't you lick my dick too?" My second sister stopped and turned to look at my mother. My mother sat up and hesitated, clearly seeing my second sister's expression. My second sister turned away and chuckled, so I urged her on. “ Mom , hurry up ! ” Mom actually sat down halfway and started licking my penis. My second sister and I lay side by side, and she started biting my ear, saying angrily, “You little rascal, you’re so lucky!” Then she whispered, “Mom’s even more horny than me.” I was so happy I felt like I could fly, one hand digging into Mom’s inner thigh, the other hand unceremoniously placed on my second sister’s genitals . My second sister half-lay on top of me, kissing my face, my nose, my chest, my nipples, and my lower abdomen. Finally, she and my mother even started servicing my penis together. I pulled a pillow behind my back to raise my head and see more clearly; the satisfaction I felt was indescribable. I watched as my mother sucked on my glans, while my second sister swallowed and released my scrotum, then licked my penis. The two women moved in perfect harmony, their pretty faces reflecting each other in a way that was both lewd and beautiful. I gradually became mesmerized, suppressing the pleasure emanating from my lower body, and slowly sat up to touch those two faces. They were equally smooth and equally delicate. My mother, with her eyes closed, enjoyed my caresses, while my second sister, licking impatiently, sat up straight and hugged me from behind . She held me close, her large breasts rubbing against my back, whispering in my ear, "Husband, I want it so much!" I turned to look at her; her eyes were glazed, her face flushed , and her hands were constantly caressing my body, clearly deeply aroused. I whispered, "Sister, hold back a little longer, I'll satisfy Mom first." My second sister nodded and began kissing my neck and back . I wrapped my arms around my mother's waist and let her sit on my lap. My erect penis aimed at her already overflowing paradise, slowly probing inside, feeling its heat and softness. My mother exhaled a long breath, wrapped her arms around my neck, and tilted her head back, beginning to sway her hips. Her beautiful breasts swayed like white doves in front of me with the rise and fall of her body, incredibly beautiful. I bent down and bit one of her nipples, beginning to suckle . My mother finally let out a cloying moan, her upper body almost completely...She leaned back, only managing to stay upright on the bed because I held her waist.

My second sister , who
had been pressing her breasts against my back and kissing my forehead, looked up at my mother's other breast , licked her tongue, and bit down on it. Caught
between these two attacks, my mother finally couldn't take it anymore and began to beg for mercy. 4 t, ^( t4 i( jn - k$ k2 n1 n: ?4 d/ k“No...ah.... e9 l0 r6 a( eo$ i - f1 x) z7 p0 a$ }/ gDon't do this...1 c7 k. _ t* y. ]5 m l( _ c0 a& g0 v4 k: ]8 fah ...6 e( ~$ \( s4 a; g 2 y r0 n* u2 q7 q4 a/ q$ yah ... 6 z6 x( {2 `# w: u o1 r% ?, g# v% q2 f1 \% p2 \Mom can't take it anymore...1 g: _6 ^ f6 o1 a/ * j % l( g$ d7 z4 v4 g {5 d; ?( x% c, \ah... * q; v. ~: ?& ?* c/ f, b2 "Good son... Stop...stop..." she said, but her hand pressed tightly against the back of my head, and her buttocks moved back and forth faster. My hands stroked and kneaded my mother 's back and buttocks , gradually moving up to her buttocks and touching her anus, feeling it shrink and grow . Perhaps her mind was no longer clear, for Mom didn't seem to care that I was touching her anus. I quietly bent my middle finger and then thrust it in suddenly. " Ahhh... " Mom's body stiffened, and she cried out hoarsely twice, her vagina convulsing, then suddenly relaxed , the moaning abruptly ceasing. I looked up in astonishment ; Mom's body was still trembling, the tender flesh on her legs still spasming, her eyes tightly closed. Saliva slowly dripped from the corners of her mouth, and her body would occasionally twitch violently. The second sister's eyes were glazed over, and it took her a while to regain her senses. She whispered, "No way? Did she faint?" "It seems so." The inside of my mother's vagina was still twitching and spasming, her cervix still biting my glans, crying and demanding. That feeling could only be described with one word:爽 (爽 means refreshing/exhilarating ) . I love enjoying these moments the most, and sometimes this habit even makes my second sister bite me hard. When the spasms in my mother's vagina finally stopped, it had probably been more than a minute. She still seemed not to be fully awake; when I laid her flat on the bed, she was limp and motionless . My second sister had been unable to resist kissing and stroking my penis for a long time. As soon as I put Mom down, she knelt down on the bed, sticking her butt out, and turned her head to look at me with her big, lustful eyes. I found it a little funny, so I gently slapped her butt and said, "Sister, you're so horny!" My second sister felt a little wronged , and before she could speak, my big penis had already penetrated her. My second sister cried out "Ah! " and her grievance immediately turned into joy. She said resentfully, "I'll show you how horny I am! " "You bastard!" "I almost came from being squeezed so tightly by my mom, I only managed to hold it in and not ejaculate inside her uterus."

It wasn't that I lacked the ability to continue, but
rather

that I was afraid that if I ejaculated, I wouldn't be able to immediately satisfy my second sister. So I held my second sister's waist and slowly thrust
,
trying my best to delay ejaculation.

My second sister was probably holding back a lot earlier and needed me to go all out with her. She wasn't satisfied with my slow thrusting and actively
moved
her buttocks back to meet my movements. My gaze shifted, and I suddenly realized that my mother had opened her eyes at some point and was staring intently
at the point where my second sister and I were joined together. Her hands were unconsciously sliding over her body. Instantly, my blood rushed to my head, and even my penis seemed to grow larger. Without any hesitation, I grabbed my second sister's waist and began to thrust into her vigorously. Caught off guard, Second Sister lunged forward, burying her head in the blanket. A suppressed moan immediately escaped from beneath it . Mother , her mouth slightly open, watched my penis thrust in and out of Second Sister's snow -white buttocks, completely mesmerized. Her hands, which had been resting on her breasts, forgot to massage them . Seeing my mother like this excited me even more. I slammed my lower body heavily against my second sister's buttocks. The sound of our two genitals violently colliding in her wetness was incredibly lewd. My second sister was almost going crazy , biting the blanket in her mouth and almost tearing the sheets to shreds with her hands. Her body was slammed into the bed by my heavy thrusts, and then she began to convulse and tremble, quickly reaching orgasm. I knew that if I waited for my second sister to climax, I would definitely ejaculate inside her, so I quickly thrust in and out of her vagina a couple of times, then pulled out my penis and tried to put it in my mother's mouth. The pleasure came too quickly and too intensely; I couldn't control it at all. My semen sprayed out in the air, most of it landing on my second sister's back and the bed, with only a small portion landing on my mother's face. My mother stared at me like she was in a daze. I used my fingers to scrape the semen off her face and smeared it around her mouth; she readily complied . d opened his mouth and licked it clean. At this time, the second sister also recovered from the orgasm and obediently turned around to clean my lower body with her mouth. After the orgasm, the three of us were lazy and just panting. Although we didn't want to talk or move, and everyone's body was sticky and uncomfortable, no one had the strength or the mind to take a bath. Mom leaned lazily in my arms, her hand still stroking my penis intermittently, as if she hadn't , She looked completely satisfied. My second sister was half - turned, her arms wrapped around my arm, her breasts pressed tightly against my arm, her thighs draped over my waist, her wet vulva pressed against my waist. After a while, my mother's hands stopped moving, and I turned to look at her; she had actually fallen asleep. My second sister peeked over and glanced at my mother, then smiled. " You little rascal, you're pretty good! You actually managed to handle both women." I could only laugh, my heart pounding.

There was also a slight sense of satisfaction and pride in c- b& [3 r) i- td5 w0 e. Actually , I was quite young at the time, and I didn't have much skill when it came to sex. In my mother's words, I was
like a bull charging around recklessly . Although my second sister and I had sex since the beginning of junior high school, it only lasted for about a year, almost every night. Later, the frequency of sex became very low, averaging only a little over once a month, which was less than once every week or two when I was with my mother . Moreover , my second sister was young then, and this kind of simple sex was enough for her. However, this kind of sex, which relied solely on physical strength, could only satisfy my mother and second sister; it wouldn't work with more than one. Later , I learned many sex techniques, and my stamina improved. With daily exercise and supplements, I was able to handle three women at once. After arriving in Beijing, I had a few four-person battles with my mother, second sister, and younger sister . Although I could handle them, sometimes I would feel a bit exhausted towards the end. I currently have five mature women around me. Luckily, they're separate, so at most we only play threesomes. Otherwise , they'd completely drain me. From high school until now, especially after entering the workforce, I've encountered temptations several times and frequently visited brothels, but I've always managed to resist . Y has only had sexual relations with seven women so far, and has never dared to stray outside the marriage. There are many reasons for this. First, I still insist on not having sex without feelings, so I've never been interested in one-night stands or prostitutes, and I can't be moved by them. Second, due to my current family situation, I simply don't dare to discuss feelings with other women and get into trouble. I avoid them whenever possible, pretending to be crazy . My priorities are paramount; thirdly, I dare not betray the trust of my family. Although they are nominally very strict, they don't really care about me at all. It would be easy for them to cheat, but I not only lack the courage but also the thought; fourthly, I'm afraid that if I break the vow, I might lose control and ruin my health. I'm in good health now, and I can do a hundred or two push-ups in one go without any problem. I don't want to die young! And I ca n't bear to leave the beauties at home . I remember during my junior year summer vacation, I accompanied my uncle on a business trip. We were originally scheduled to stay for a week at most, but it dragged on for almost half a month. Finally, the deal was finalized, and both sides were very satisfied. We went out for drinks to celebrate. My uncle, you could say, was used to being outrageous; he couldn't be without women wherever he went, so the other party catered to his tastes and brought several women to accompany us. My uncle got drunk and actually thought I was still a virgin. He threw a large sum of money at me and specifically ordered two beautiful women to keep me company, which made me both laugh and cry. In the end, I couldn't handle the two women's enthusiasm in the room and fled in panic . I became a laughing stock, and my uncle still laughs at me about it. I really admire my uncle; he 's slept with countless women, yet he's still in good health.

However, I don't really agree with his habit of spending money to buy women. A few days later, my second sister accompanied my mother to the provincial capital for an abortion, and also had a sterilization procedure done at the same time. My mother's physical condition was quite good
,
and she
fully
recovered after only a few days of rest. After returning home
,
Mom opened a flower shop, saying she needed something to do. Mom

had two great hobbies: reading, which she never put down, and tending to

flowers and plants, which she used as a pastime. With a job and something to focus on, Mom's face glowed, and she became increasingly

beautiful.
Actually ,
my mother is the type who doesn't age easily because of her gentle personality. It's just that her current mental state is completely different, which is why she looks younger. Sometimes I find it strange, though. Given my mother's consistently gentle personality, she's rarely tempted or moved by anything , and it's hard for a man to capture her heart. It couldn't be that she was seduced by lust, yet she still had an affair with me and became hopelessly addicted. I really can't understand it . I 've asked my mother several times, but she always just smiles and doesn't answer. Compared to my second sister, who would use her body to stop me from dating other girls, my mother is even more baffling. I really can't understand what she's thinking. There's actually some basis to the claim that my mother isn't seduced by lust. When my second sister and I are together, we naturally go straight to the point, which is having sex. It's different when I'm with my mom. Although she won't refuse my requests, I feel that she enjoys being with me more . Often, when I 'm studying, I turn around and see my mom looking at me, not at her book. I can clearly feel the satisfaction and happiness in her eyes. She likes discussing various issues with me, likes leaning on each other while reading, and likes that my hands are n't lewd. I like to caress her body, and I like her to lie naked on the bed so I can admire her. I especially like her to be by my side all the time, watching and keeping me company. It makes me feel that my mother seems to yearn for Platonic love. Sometimes I wonder if my mother's feelings for me are exactly like those of the craftsman in Greek mythology who fell in love with the statue he created ? My second sister said that she saw my mother sitting motionless on the bed several times . She would watch me sleep for hours on end, which made her a little scared. My second sister was preparing for the college entrance exam at that time. Although she would study with me until late every day, most of the time she only had enough energy to keep me occupied and didn't have the energy to deal with me. My mother, on the other hand, became very sleepy after her abortion. Before, she would watch TV with my younger sister in the living room and then come to my room to keep us company until midnight. Now , she... However , he would often lie on my bed and read for a while before becoming drowsy, and sometimes he would simply fall asleep on my bed.

At first, I felt sorry for my mother and didn't dare to touch her, but later I realized that I had made a big mistake. Actually, her spirits were better after I touched her. That
's
the situation now.

The women in my family, especially the eldest sister, always come home saying they're exhausted. After sex, they complain that their bones are completely broken, and they worry about how to go to work the next day. But the next day they're radiant and full of energy. If I don't touch them for two
or three days, they start complaining of aches and pains. Women , sometimes they really are strange creatures. (VII) However, my second sister was still young at that time and had not yet contracted this "problem" that only adult women had. One night, it was about eleven o'clock, and my second sister and I were still studying, but my mother was already asleep in my bed . My second sister read for a while and then yawned, looking very tired, so I sat behind her and helped her . I massaged her shoulders. As I massaged, my hand eventually reached my second sister's breasts. Her breasts were huge ; I wondered what they would look like bouncing around without a bra. She seemed a little aroused, and when I unbuttoned her shirt and took off her bra, she didn't object, just leaned softly against me . I sat behind her, teasing her nipples with both hands, and whispered two dirty jokes in her ear, making her laugh . So I said, "Second Sister, let's make love. " It had been several days since we'd had sex, and Second Sister was probably craving it, but she was worried about Mom being there. She pointed to Mom sleeping in bed and shook her head. I had nothing to be afraid of. My left hand groped my second sister's breasts, while my right hand went to unbutton her jeans. My second sister placed her hand on my right hand, her refusal not obvious. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled down the zipper, revealing my second sister's white panties. At this point , my second sister had no will or strength to resist. Her hand softly pressed against my wrist; it was less of a stop and more of an encouragement. I teased my second sister's nipple with my left index finger, making it gradually engorged and harden. My right hand slipped inside her panties, playing with her labia and clitoris. At first, my second sister endured it, biting her lower lip and remaining silent. But later , she gradually couldn't resist and began to twist her waist to match my finger stimulation . To be honest, my second sister's physique is truly amazing. Even though we've had sex countless times, her vagina is still incredibly...

It was still so tight; I could only fit my middle finger in just a moment, and adding another finger was quite difficult. I kneaded and caressed my
second
sister's breasts, breathed into her ear and licked it, slowly inserting my fingers
into
her vagina. My second sister seemed to be enjoying herself, her eyes closed, her breathing short and heavy, as if trembling. Her hands unconsciously stroked my thighs, then moved to my crotch and kneaded it back and forth. I continued to caress her quietly for about ten minutes until she finally couldn't
hold back any longer and reached orgasm. The gushing fluids completely soaked her panties. She let out a long sigh, tilted her head, and silently looked at me. Finally, she gave a bitter smile. " Little brother, you'll ruin my life by making me never get married." I didn't understand her words at first and asked, "What do you mean?" "Fool!" My second sister scolded me like that , and then asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?" I said I was fine. My second sister stood up and began to take off her clothes. I watched her quietly as she slowly, bit by bit, took off her shirt, her jeans, her underwear , and then her whole body stood naked in front of me. "Am I pretty?" my second sister asked. I nodded. " Want to...eat me?" she asked , using the word "eat." I stared at her, watching the barely suppressed blush on her face, watching her proudly thrust out her magnificent breasts, watching her shyly part her labia with her fingers , revealing her alluring vulva . “Come and eat me! Eat me whole!” The fiery gaze from my second sister’s eyes was enough to melt anyone’s heart. My gaze lingered on her face, then moved to her heaving breasts, and then to her pubic area with a few wisps of downy hair, watching the sweet nectar drip down her snow- white thighs onto the carpet. I was startled by her. I thought I must have done something to move my second sister, otherwise she wouldn’t have … Even if I were in a daze, my second sister, like a vengeful woman, sat on my lap and began to tug at my clothes. "Bastard! Fool! Bad brother! Demon!" she cursed as she unbuttoned my clothes, but after a couple of tries , she could n't get them all off. He simply ripped open my shirt with a forceful tug, then started biting my chest haphazardly, before frantically trying to unbuckle my belt. He struggled for a couple of tries but couldn't get it off, then looked up at me with a mournful expression. " Don't just stand there!" I finally snapped out of it, quickly unbuckled my belt, and his enormous glans immediately sprang out from above my underwear.va0 z&

My
second sister, as if seeing a treasure, grasped my glans with her hand, pulled my underwear up to my thighs, moved her buttocks forward, and
slowly
swallowed my entire penis into her fleshy slit. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and began to thrust back and forth. "Ah ...you bastard brother... ah ...I'll be...you'll be...I'll be...
you 'll be... " ~! p8 k( i. x- m Ah…… 7 jm# s1 k( p9 e( ?/ @/ z6 ( k# [3 y9 n5 t torture to death……. ]5 g% k3 { n 6 o0 j- ~) r1 y0 a8 _ Ah……- z- n4 j) b% \, q* l k8 b4 {6 * a sister$ [6 n3 x$ u2 e; l # a4 lh g. ?% x1 s, x( y* o…… 6 _: d2 q. }# ^4 j2 u) a\6 b @ l: sk u) b# h Ah…… o5 1 g ilm o1 @* k f& g) n/ q$ `. c! s so happy…… ` c( n% _9 p. et 7 c8 [# \4 4 m Ah…… so happy……" I was at a loss, and only then did I realize a 3 o7 The truth is: I was "raped" by my second sister. Although my second sister is usually very enthusiastic, I've never seen her this enthusiastic before. She didn't care at all about waking up Mom or even the little sister upstairs ; she just frantically moved her hips and kept kissing my face. I was also captivated by her passion, pressing my hands firmly against her snow-white buttocks, thrusting into her with all my might. My second sister wrapped her arms around my neck, tilting her head back, screaming loudly, "Ahhhhh!" I lowered my head and bit her breast, and she screamed even louder. Suddenly, she stiffened: "Mom!" I turned around in surprise . My mother had woken up sometime earlier and was looking at us with a strange expression. However , my second sister only paused for a moment before falling back into the vortex of pleasure, actually crying out, "Good brother... good husband... fuck me ... fuck me hard..." She didn't care about anything anymore. I let my second sister do whatever she wanted to me , quickly throwing off my cumbersome pants, and carrying her to the bed. My mother , who was leaning against the edge of the bed sleeping, moved somewhat fearfully to the inside, and after a while, she seemed to come back to her senses . "You guys are going too far!" she said. I ignored her, placed my second sister on the edge of the bed, grabbed her thighs, and stood by the bed, forcefully pressing down on her in a doggy-style position. I thrust violently. My second sister's mouth was wide open, unable to make a sound. Her fingers were scratching wildly at my back, her body convulsing violently . Her vaginal muscles gripped my penis tightly, and gushes of vaginal fluid sprayed onto my glans. I ignored my second sister's orgasm and continued to fuck her hard. Mom got scared and tried to run away. I grabbed her hand and dragged her over, then quickly thrust in and out of my second sister's vagina dozens of times, pulled out my penis , and held it up in front of Mom .

"Open your mouth!" I commanded rudely. My mother instinctively opened her mouth,
and I stroked my penis a few
times, spraying large amounts of semen onto her face and into her mouth . Looking at my mother's beautiful face , covered in my semen, and seeing how wanton it looked, my lust, aroused by my second sister, grew even stronger. My penis, which had already ejaculated , didn't soften at all. I then thrust it into my mother's mouth and began to pump, pushing her backward, but I grabbed her hair and she couldn't move. My mother was frightened by my rough behavior and looked at me with pleading eyes. I suddenly snapped back to reality, released my mother's hair, and reduced the force and frequency of my thrusts. " I'm sorry, Mom! I got too excited." "It's okay !" My mother licked the fluid off my penis and shook her head. "What happened between you two just now?" "It was all my second sister's doing." I glared at my second sister resentfully. She was still lying there, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, watching us with a silly grin. My mother's gaze first fell on my second sister's face, then on her breasts, and finally on my ... As my sister's vulva was still closed, I clearly saw my mother's eyes suddenly tighten, and then she immediately turned her head away. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I reached out to unbutton my mother's nightgown. "Mom, whose breasts are prettier, yours or my second sister's? " My mother was embarrassed to answer and turned her head away, ignoring me. I continued to take off my mother's underwear and gave her vulva a hard rub. “ Here ?” Mom trembled and ignored me even more. “ Sister, come here.” I pointed to the semen on Mom’s face. My second sister was slightly taken aback, understood what I meant, and crawled over to lick the semen off Mom’s face. “No! ” Mom actually turned her head away shyly, seemingly embarrassed by her daughter’s kiss. My second sister laughed. "Forget it. You little rascal, Mom only likes you, her son, not me, her daughter." "What nonsense are you talking about!" Mom turned her back to us. " It's late, go to sleep. You have to go to class tomorrow." My second sister stuck out her tongue at me and made a face, meaning that Mom was angry. I knew Mom was just too embarrassed to admit it. I smiled, gestured for my second sister to turn off the light, and lay down between the two of them . Between ugs. k a3 fz/ e1 } ! ^( d! o- f& so! u3 s My second sister knew that she must have aroused my mother's desire just now, so she only hugged me and rubbed my back with her breasts for a couple of times before letting go and going to sleep by herself. * s$ y* z4 7 ~8 n& d* hw: q) y f1 a/ e I hugged my mother from behind, one hand caressing her breasts and the other hand on her vulva, my hard penis rubbing against my mother's buttocks. Mom slowly opened her thighs, and my penis pressed against her vulva along her buttocks, inching its way in , pushing open her labia, then the flesh inside her vagina, finally reaching her clitoris, where it remained motionless .

My mother's hand caressed my exposed penis, playing with my scrotum. I began to thrust in and out gently, rotating and rubbing the head of my penis against my mother's cervix. My mother's breathing quickened, and she
whispered ,
" Yours seems to have gotten longer again." My second sister chuckled softly beside me, clearly having heard me.
I ignored her, pulled out my penis, pulled my mother's body to lie flat, and then rolled over and pressed down on her. Mom obviously preferred the normal missionary position, and obediently spread her legs to let me in. I whispered in Mom's ear as I made small thrusts: "Mom!" "Hmm?" " I'm fucking you!" Mom's body trembled, her vagina spasmed twice, and she gasped: "Just play, don't say anything, okay?" How could I do that? I knew all along that the more I said those things , the less Mom could stand it. So I took my mother's hand and placed it at our point of union. “Don’t believe me? Touch me, I’m really fucking you!” Mom’s voice was almost crying. “ You brat!” But her hand didn’t move away, touching not only my penis as it went in and out, but also her clitoris . I started to increase the force and speed of my thrusting, asking as I thrust, “Mom, is it comfortable? Do you like it?” “Ah…ah … ” "Don't... * u) f! p0 [7 u/ h6 b/ b8 a / j1 @6 g8 r1 fx- q Ah... % r6 p ]9 _ ` 6 y. w3 p$ b7 q9 } Don't say... ) b. g\& b: b i2 \9 u& x& j8 im; i& o, k Ah... 4 d/ }: c; a/ `1 y8 ?) p2 @) `! u: xo- a5 r( t$ f9 j Ah... 8 r* b; z- c/ d/ kt* a: y1 w# q! u# v ... Ah..." Mom groaned with a sob , her lower body actively thrusting upwards to meet her. I started panting, and my movements became faster and faster. " Mom, did you enjoy watching that? Why didn't you join in... um ? " My mouth was covered by my mother's, and she hugged me tightly, her tongue desperately entwining in my mouth, showing that she was extremely aroused. At this moment, my second sister also came over, lifted the quilt and kissed my back. I thrust harder and harder, the sounds of our lower bodies colliding were incredibly lewd. My mother wrapped her legs tightly around my waist and pressed down hard, with astonishing force. Two streams of fluid met unexpectedly in my mother's vagina... After the climax, my second sister finally got tired and fell into a deep sleep after a while . Mom , however , seemed wide awake, lying in my arms as I stroked her breasts, and at the same time, I stroked my penis. After a while, Mom asked in a low voice, "Do you think Mom is cheap?" I was already a little dazed at the time , but hearing this, I immediately woke up. "How could I? Mom, you know how I usually treat you. Mom, please don't bring up what just happened... " ? ; 0 oz3 d:“I know.” Mom covered my mouth with her hand. “Mom doesn’t blame you. Mom only blames herself for not being able to resist you. She knew she shouldn’t have, but she just…” Mom started to cry softly.

Now I was completely wide awake, and quickly hugged my mother to comfort her. " Mom, I'm sorry, it's my fault, I did something wrong and hurt you." My mother shook her head and
sighed . "This really isn't your fault. From childhood to adulthood, you've been the apple of my eye. I've watched you grow up little by little, feeling both joy and fear. I'm afraid you'll be taken away by another woman and forget about me. I do n't care about anything else, I only care about you. I stayed at your uncle's house for so many days , hoping you would come to see me every day. " "Mom. You heartless bastard, you never came, and when you finally did, you started talking about Oedipus complex and Oedipus complex. How am I supposed to live?" I hesitated for a moment. "That, that painting..." Mom pinched me hard. "That was just something Mom drew casually , it didn't mean anything by it, you're the one who misunderstood." Yeah , right ! My mother didn't intend to commit incest with her son at the time, or at least she had that thought. However , I now understand what my mother meant. She spoiled me too much, to the point of being unprincipled, to the point that she dared not refuse any of my requests, including having sex with me. I think that if I really left my mother, she might be like a blade of grass without water, barely clinging to life . Let her wither and die. I held my mother tightly, making promise after promise, until she finally turned her sorrow into joy and fell into a deep sleep. But I couldn't sleep. Looking at my mother in my arms, and then at my second sister on the other side, I couldn't help but wonder if the women in our family were all too maternal, to the point that it was frightening to me. Ever since I had sex with her, my younger sister's periods have become irregular. The women in the family , young and old, were quite troubled by this. Back then, she was still young and her personality wasn't as calm as it is now. She was still the same carefree girl she was when she was little, always playing around and never worried about getting pregnant with my child. Actually, later when I had sex with her, I always used a condom, and if I didn't, it was in her mouth . n, l& ?* z8 n! x) g. h$ w( o; h& ?) x! o Or ejaculate inside the vaginas of my mother and second sister. ?- n8 p- b9 j 4 d7 g5 f- v$ h @& x n9 {This was a last resort. At the beginning, my younger sister and I were so engrossed in the pleasure of flesh against flesh that we didn't use any contraception. 3 z4 x2 x. q) \( p( ^w / u, w: `7 k$ }0 ?But because my mother and eldest sister accidentally got pregnant, the three women kept a close eye on my younger sister and me, afraid that we would cause a pregnancy. 9 e- t- \4 w% hl/ ]5 s# , a5 u; ?- o0 x1 j,}

Come. When my older sister first found out
that
I had slept with my younger sister, she was furious and slapped me twice in front of her, making my ears ring. Then, like a madwoman, she
punched
and kicked me without saying a word.

I felt a little guilty and didn't fight back. But my younger sister was unhappy when she saw that I didn't fight back.
As her brother and her first man, my younger sister still valued me . After our relationship was established, I learned that my younger sister had long understood what was going on between my mother and the others, and that this kind of relationship was inappropriate. It's impossible for my younger sister not to feel a trace of jealousy towards the other three women in the family. I remember she was always afraid of my eldest sister, but at that time, in that situation, for the first time, she fought with her eldest sister for her brother, who was also her man. Seeing this, I couldn't just stand there like an idiot, so I joined in. The three of them ended up fighting in a chaotic mess for a long time . Finally, Mom came in and saw how disheveled we were. She growled and asked if we wanted the neighbors to know about our family's shameful affair. Only then did we quiet down. Mom pulled her two daughters apart, and the three of us hugged each other and cried quietly for a long time. In the end, the eldest sister was persuaded by Mom and admitted the truth. After that, even when my eldest sister wasn't home, my mother and second sister would keep a close eye on my younger sister and me. If I didn't use a condom, they absolutely wouldn't allow me to ejaculate inside her vagina. My younger sister was quite rebellious at that time, and she argued with my mother and second sister several times about this . Privately , when we were having sex, she would still occasionally play tricks on me. At the last moment of sex, she would imitate the voice of the female lead in porn movies, moaning and grabbing my buttocks, letting me feel wonderful inside her tender and hot vagina . I essentially support my mother and her family, after all, my mother had an abortion, and I don't want my younger sister's body to be harmed either, although I know that having sex with my younger sister is, in some ways, the biggest harm to her. But if my younger sister tempts me a little, I can't control my penis, the difference between using a condom and not using a condom is obvious . d/ a is too big for me. & `1 z$ s5 ^2 p z0 r- g. ? 9 q% l0 d3 y4 p4 t! x3 y1 ^5 w My mother and second sister, due to health reasons, one had undergone sterilization, and the other couldn't get pregnant no matter what, which is similar to sterilization, so they wouldn't refuse me ejaculating inside them. Long-standing habits are hard to change, ! g1 l2 v/ h& a; * r) n2 y1 o0 j5 e s. e/ ?. w7 f; @: r; m, f江: g ^! b$ m: w# o& o1 j5 l& a3 g* p Mountains are easier to change than nature. 0 j7 p5 y5 x2 i& _# g& n; i4 r7 [: [) After that argument, when my older sister came back, I noticed she was still a little upset, her temper flaring up .From then on, I didn't initiate a conversation with her.

That night, my older sister took off her clothes
and ran to my bed, embracing me. After our bodies were joined, we were as happy as ever. After several frenzied sexual encounters, my older sister held me tightly with her still-warm body, licking my earlobe while using one hand to stroke my limp, sticky penis. Seeing me moaning with my eyes closed in enjoyment, she slowly told me that my younger sister was still immature and begged me to take good care of her in the future. She also hinted that I shouldn't let my younger sister ... She was prematurely immersed in this illicit life. I understood the implication: the older sister was already in this situation, but the younger sister might find her own love and escape this family life. At that moment, I was also a little tired from the older sister's frenzy, and before I knew it, I fell asleep. I do n't know how I finally answered her. However , judging from the eldest sister's smile the next day, she must have agreed. Man proposes , God disposes. Unfortunately, the relationship between my younger sister and me didn't develop as my eldest sister wished. My younger sister became increasingly dependent on me, especially after the car accident. In the hospital, she accidentally saw her mother about to ... She wanted to end my life and then die with me. My younger sister became a completely different person after this; she kept everything bottled up inside. Sometimes , looking at her somber expression, I was afraid she might do something drastic. She only showed her former lively personality when we made love, but after the climax, she would fall silent again. Women's hearts are hard for men to understand . I think I understand the meaning of this saying a little better now. It was once when I was drinking, I heard my playboy uncle and his black peony wife talking about it . The argument eventually came to the attention of my second sister, who then gave my eldest sister and youngest sister strange looks for a while. I didn't know if she was angry that my eldest sister hit me, or annoyed that my youngest sister was now sharing me with another woman. I joked with my second sister in bed that it was a good thing she wasn't there, otherwise she would have definitely stood up for me, and maybe even knocked my eldest sister unconscious. Because at that time, my second sister was completely subservient to my penis; if I said east, she would definitely go east, and if I said west, she would definitely not go east. My second sister just smiled and didn't say anything. She just kept sucking on my erect penis. When she looked up, I noticed her eyes were glistening. I knew they were tears. I hugged her and said some comforting words. She sobbed softly and laughed, saying it was because my penis smelled too strong and she couldn't stand it . C remembers one time when my second sister and I were having sex, she asked me to choke her. I didn't understand what was going on.

I
didn't dare. My

second sister grabbed my hand and placed it on her own neck, signaling me to use force. My mind went blank for a moment
,
and I did as she asked. I thrust my penis forcefully, trying to penetrate deep into my second sister's womb, while simultaneously gripping the neck of this crazy woman beneath me tightly. My second sister gasped for breath, her words
broken as she told me to continue, saying she'd find out why soon enough. Finally, when I realized that the gripping force inside my second sister's vagina was so strong that I couldn't bear it anymore, and I trembled as I ejaculated a bubble of hot semen inside her uterus , I understood my second sister's purpose. That was the first time in my life that I had experienced the gripping and suction of a woman's vagina when she was suffocating. At that moment, my corpus cavernosum felt like it was being pulled apart, and I couldn't feel any pleasure. I was completely numb. If it weren't for the obstruction of the glans, I don't know if I would have witnessed the beautiful sight of my corpus cavernosum being pulled out of my body. After we finished, I held my second sister, who was almost out of breath, with the bruises on her neck in my mouth. I listened to her panting and nagging in my ear, saying that she almost passed out. But that strange feeling of vaginal tightness made me, the one who penetrated, feel like I was ascending to heaven . This dangerous game I've played with all four women in my family. Another time it got dangerous was with my eldest sister. She couldn't control her strong-willed nature and liked to take the initiative during sex. That time, she acted like she had a grudge against me, grabbing my neck tightly until we were both dizzy and exhausted. One ejaculated, the other squirted , and we collapsed on the bed, our faces turning blue. That was the end of this deadly game . Strangely enough, as she grew older, my mature older sister developed a love for this kind of play, and even now she still secretly plays it with me a few times . However, we're not as reckless as we used to be. My mother and second older sister only agreed to play this to play along with me, but the time spent with them is much shorter . Sometimes I couldn't bring myself to do it, I think it's because I still liked both of them a little more. One time , I really did, but I used too much force and choked my mother until she stopped breathing. Luckily, my second sister was nearby and clear-headed . She kicked me aside, and used the first aid she learned at school to bring my mother back to life . After Mom woke up, she laughed and said that she had been loose down there for so many years, but today she was finally tight . She even asked me if I felt comfortable this time, and I hesitantly said yes. My second sister scolded me for being heartless and made Mom cover her mouth.

3 }4 q: o4 @4 t My mother told us that at that moment, everything went black before her eyes, and then it was as if she had entered another world, a pure and

clean world, with green grass everywhere and the fragrance of flowers. At first
,
there was no one there. Then I saw her and me, naked, appear in this
world
, making love endlessly. Then our daughter appeared, and the three of us continued making love.

Then our older sister, second sister, and younger sister appeared, and we continued making love until we all had sex

.

After we killed our daughter, our family lived a life of constant lovemaking there. Speaking of this, Mom

said with some regret, "If only we hadn't saved her, she could have continued being a grandmother or great-grandmother in that world." My second sister, listening, hugged Mom and cried. Mom reached out and hugged my sister and me, shifting her body slightly
so I could continue the thrusting . She whispered in my ear that she wanted to go to the hospital for some rehabilitation . After the surgery, she wanted to have a son or a daughter. I wanted to shake my head, but after looking at my second sister and then at my mother, I nodded and agreed. After that, I never dared to play those kinds of sex games with my mother again. But my second sister , after hearing what my mother said, became even more engrossed in her research on consanguineous pregnancy and childbirth at school. We all believed that my second sister would achieve something great. Looking back now, I think our whole family must have gone mad back then. For this twisted kind of sex , we were willing to risk our own lives and the lives of our loved ones. Sometimes when the family was chatting, my eldest sister would joke about it with me, saying that she hadn't taken the opportunity to strangle me so that my mother and second sister could escape their suffering. My mother and younger sister would at most smile slightly when they heard this, because they and I both knew that the five of us were now a complete and inseparable whole, and no one could leave the group. No one else will be happy. Regarding that suffocation game, I want to add that when I played it with the women in my family, the movie *In the Realm of the Senses* hadn't appeared yet. When my younger sister found it online, she was overjoyed. She dragged the whole family to watch it together. She first stripped naked and sat on my lap, groping for my gradually erect penis, gently stroking it up and down her labia . I held my little sister's smooth body in my arms, pinching her two pink nipples with my fingers. When the sex scene appeared , my little sister moaned loudly and panted as she practiced the moves with me. After the movie ended, I didn't remember much of the content, only that there were more purple pinch marks around the necks of the four women in the family. [: d And his penis was covered in red marks, which took a long time to fade. / zw! f- k( u( ^

d/ y; r$ l$ y$ m. ?* \Normal blood color. This little perverted girl, ever since she discovered the internet, has become obsessed with downloading movies. The only type of movies she likes are
incestuous ones, because she lives in such a family. Whether French, German, American, or Japanese, as long as it's incestuous , it doesn't matter if it's between mother and son, siblings, or cousins; it's all the same . "A, I bought a dozen hard drives for my computer, and she filled them all with these kinds of videos. " Of course, as a young girl who follows the trends of the times, she also likes instant messaging, and likes to pretend to be the Big Bad Wolf who likes Little Red Riding Hood to fool little girls . When she gets excited, she'll pull down my pants, take out her special penis, and bounce her gradually growing little buttocks while we have sex, trembling as she uses Martian language to banter with the little girls. Of course, the little girls on the other side of the internet always think I'm the little sister. Because the younger sister always made me the male lead in the webcam footage, she never actually showed her face. Those little lolis even argued a few times about the size of my penis, which amused me so much that I excitedly thrust it in on the other side of the screen. The younger sister screamed. I once asked the younger sister why she didn't like chatting with men, and she said she had me as her man . "r is enough," she said. After that, she continued to discuss the differences between the post-90s, post-80s, and post-00s generations with the Little Red Riding Hoods in a style I didn't quite understand. At this time, my penis, of course , had to continue thrusting in and out of her vagina to cheer up my little sister. My mother is a woman of her word. After telling me, she really had my second sister take her to our family hospital (which was later opened jointly by my uncle and my family, because there was a lot of foreign investment, and my second sister was a specialist ) . ( She was a well-known clinic owner in our hometown) performed fallopian tube restoration surgery there. The surgery was performed by my second sister herself. By then, my second sister had become an expert in the field of women's fertility, and had published many related papers internationally . Since there was such a readily available talent, why not take advantage of it? According to my second sister , the surgery was very successful, and she might have recovered well afterward . To help her mother recover, the second sister secretly obtained a fresh placenta from a new mother. She cooked it into porridge and other dishes, tricking her mother into eating it. As an intellectual, the mother was disgusted by such things, but the second sister was no longer the obedient little daughter she once was. She was now clearly more cunning than her mother, convincing her that it was a biological product the second sister had researched herself . After eating it, the mother even praised the taste . The second sister secretly let me, my eldest sister, and my youngest sister eat the part of the placenta that my mother hadn't finished. [ 1] I didn't feel anything about it because when I was a child living in the countryside, the placenta my mother gave birth to was also from my grandfather .p

I ate it. Placenta, as a medicinal herb, isn't as terrible as you imagine.

Some movies and TV dramas portray these things as utterly heinous, but that's just propaganda. My older sister and younger sister are now completely subservient to me,
so this little bit of placenta was silently swallowed by us. The night we ate the placenta, my three sisters and I stayed in bed until dawn, our penises almost worn raw , and the four of us were still entangled together. The next afternoon, when my mother and that scheming aunt opened the door, I had just managed to ejaculate into my little sister's bloodshot anus . My little sister's final scream startled my aunt so much that she plopped down on the carpet in the living room. When I came out for dinner that night, I could still see a wet patch there. That night, my aunt, Black Peony, gave me a very strange look . Mom was secretly laughing to herself, while the little girl shyly lowered her head, twisting and pinching my thigh. I could only chuckle as I watched the women, unsure of what to say. The matter of the placenta wasn't hidden from my mother. Aside from a few bouts of dry heaving, she didn't react much. My second sister asked if I'd noticed that my mother's skin looked better than before. In the following days, I observed her closely , and it was indeed true . My mother's skin was already much better than others her age, and after eating the placenta, it was even better . Not to mention that, even the skin on my penis has become shinier. It seems this thing really does have an effect. A week later, my second sister got another one from somewhere. Before dinner, she asked my eldest sister and younger sister to help prepare it. My mother hadn't slept well the day before because of me, and she slept from afternoon to evening. I went upstairs, grabbed a bathrobe , and carried my still lazy mother downstairs. The group ate dinner while chatting about the funny things that had happened during the day. Mom , being affectionate, asked me to feed her. At my second sister 's prompting, I used chopsticks to pick up a piece of this "tonic" and offered it to Mom. She shook her head, so I chewed it first and then fed it to her. Our dinner took almost an hour and a half. That piece of " tonic" was completely devoured. l! ^ c1 u ds) z9 c( l By the end of the meal, only the second sister, with bloodshot eyes, was left across the table. 4 y: l, f1 o2 r5 h9 d: y y. [1 y/ y

My mother's bathrobe had fallen to the ground sometime during my caresses. Her naked body became hot under my touch, her fair
skin
flushed red, her labia twitched, and drops of vaginal fluid dripped onto
the
head of the younger sister who was pecking at my penis. The sticky liquid clung to her long hair.

The little sister, sensing something amiss on her
head
, shook her hair, looked up at us, mother and son, with a lewd grin, then lowered her head and

continued her solitary flute playing. " Where's the older sister?"
she asked. She lay on the table with her legs wide open, near me. The dishes beneath her had already been swept aside. As her small hands skillfully rubbed, her smooth, hairless vulva gushed with lustful fluid. On a whim , I pulled my hand out of my mother's vagina and moved my small bowl directly beneath my older sister's vulva . Perhaps there really is a telepathic connection between siblings; she seemed to know what I wanted her to do—my older sister's stomach moved ! She shifted her position, and a colorless jet of water shot out of her urethra in an arc, splashing against the porcelain bowl with a clattering sound. She only stopped when the bowl was almost full. But I didn't let her go. I reached out and pulled her closer, feeling for her already throbbing clitoris. I skillfully twisted it, and soon her vagina helplessly gushed out streams of white fluid. I quickly placed the bowl over the opening of her vagina, and this time it finally filled the bowl. Seeing the lewd scene before her, my mother, no longer stimulated by my fingers, tapped my forehead with her hand and chuckled wickedly . She was the first to pick up the bowl, her alluring eyes gazing at me with deep affection, and slowly took her first sip. I followed, then my younger sister, and the last sip was left for my eldest sister, who was panting heavily on the table. As for my second sister across from me, we didn't need to worry about her anymore; she lay on the chair, her legs propped up on the table, masturbating with great pleasure . I don't know why our desires were so strong that night. My mother was the first one I penetrated. It wasn't her vagina, it was her anus. My mother hugged my neck wantonly, and I lifted her up and then let go . She fell hard, and the violent scraping of her rectum gave us both a strong feeling. The little girl next to us stuck out her long tongue like a puppy in the summer heat. I stuck out my tongue too, and the little girl quickly kissed my lips before my mother could. Our tongues curled together and when they separated, they left a long, shiny strand . / l7 e7 fj! 5 _ / {$ b8 d; a8 f2 x8 ~ The familiar sound came again from the table in my ears. My mother and I turned our heads to look. My eldest sister, like an automatic spinning wheel, turned her vulva towards my mother and me. A stream of water gushed out from between her labia again, and under the light, it looked like a rainbow after the rain. 8 x; l: t& a i4 @! n1 `2 \ & b* a( i0 e/ ~9 p Where the rainbow fell, my second sister was already there, groaning and waiting with her mouth open. It was only then that I realized my little sister was gone. Suddenly, my back tightened as two small, firm mounds of flesh pressed against my back . My little sister cried out and rubbed her adorable breasts against my thick back. My mother and I, like wind-up toy, began to move frantically: anus, mouth, vagina, vagina, mouth, anus, and finally...

I laid my mother down, knelt on top of her, grabbed her two breasts, which I had squeezed until they were bright red
, and clamped them between my fiery
red penis, thrusting in and out at high speed. My little sister lay behind me like a real little bitch, licking my scrotum, testicles,
and anus. After a few rainbows danced by, my eldest sister jumped off the table like a madwoman, and together with my second sister, they pounced on me. I had no choice but to move to another spot, stacking the two of them on top of my mother, so that the three of them, mother and daughters , with their different sizes of fleshy holes, were lined up together. A few minutes later, my two older sisters had reached orgasm, spraying everywhere. I was staring blankly at my mother's swollen vulva when my younger sister nimbly rolled over from behind. I grabbed her long, slender thighs , spread them apart, and thrust inside. A few minutes later, my mother pushed her two daughters off her and slowly came to me, pushing me away . She fell down and sat on my face, and I knowingly licked her furry, wet spot. A lullaby-like murmur rang in my ears, and in a blur, it seemed I had returned to my distant childhood. That night , the five of us went crazy again. The next day was the weekend, and the few of us, now sober , laughed and joked as we began cleaning the messy room . My second sister said something that made us all laugh. After hearing it, we all grabbed her and tickled her, and then the five of us burst into laughter. What she said was, "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have added the aphrodisiac I just made last night, besides the placenta." This is just a joke in our family about supplements. Actually , after my second sister achieved success in her medical studies, she focused all her energy on fertility research, except for fertility studies . One reason is that in today's society , aphrodisiacs are a quick way to make money. Another reason is that my second sister was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control the increasingly sexually active women in the family. Later, my physical condition (my childhood martial arts training wasn't for nothing) and high-quality sex life finally put my second sister at ease. However , another problem surfaced: it was the women who were struggling to keep up with my desires . Often , their vaginas would be swollen like Shandong steamed buns from my penis, yet I still hadn't ejaculated . My second sister had no choice but to start searching for a remedy to balance our desires . Oh , right, I almost forgot, another consequence of that night was that Mom finally got pregnant. My second sister had a check-up based on her research theory, and Mom was carrying a girl. I wonder what Mom saw during her only near-death experience meant? A daughter? A daughter? Hehe . " Brother , come here! Come and see! Hurry up!" My little sister was calling to me from downstairs. Sorry...

Dear
readers, a little fairy has called, so I have to stop now, save the article, and put my computer into sleep mode.
When
I passed by my mother's room, I made sure to tuck the blanket around her to keep her warm. Although the room
had air conditioning, I was still a little worried. After discovering I was pregnant, my mother slept much more. Passing by my older sister's room, she was practicing yoga on the carpet by the window . "Little sister is looking for you," my older sister said, her head slowly emerging from between her legs . I squatted down . I lightly flicked her camel toe under her practice clothes, and she snorted. Her legs felt hot, and she gave me a reproachful glance . I gently rubbed her warm toe with my hand until wetting her legs, then stood up and went downstairs. " I'll squeeze you to death tonight ! You bad boy! You made me change clothes again!" She thought I hadn't heard her. u; q* q4 o$ j( y- ] 6 ^* n6 q3 u& ~1 f% d不- q5 j3 g; q: m6 b5 f ! xo y2 o% ~) _7 g7 y2 c9 fAfter my older sister practiced yoga, her vagina did become much tighter, and its elasticity, unlike that of my mother and the others, made me linger. t( j9 w7 fx, z5 ]1 ]4 w 1 o, c?0 {* iIt seems that my unintentional complaint when I was having sex with my older sister was actually correct. 1 t# o5 o/ qi a7 ~8 s( u7 laa! ^ "What do you want?" When we got downstairs, my younger sister stood up to make room for me. I sat down and casually unzipped my pants. My younger sister lifted her short skirt, and this little pervert wasn't wearing any underwear! 5 She skillfully pulled my already erect penis, aimed it at her vagina, and the little girl happily sat down. The fleshy feeling made us both groan at the same time. "What did you call me for? Why am I so wet?" I asked, holding the cute little woman in my arms. There doesn't seem to be anything to see on the screen . “Look what I recorded.” I leaned on my younger sister’s shoulder. She pressed a button on the remote and began to slowly rise and fall, moaning. “They’re father and daughter. This father has kept his daughter locked up for over ten years and has had many children with her . ” My sister explained to me. It turned out to be the Austrian father-daughter incest case from a while back; my sister thought I didn’t know. “I’ve seen it online. Little thing.” I applied a little more force, and my little sister turned to look at me. I knew she wasn’t satisfied, so I had to continue thrusting slowly. Only then did she turn her head back. It ’s strange that this gentle way of thrusting seems to be her favorite lately. “I thought you didn’t care about these things, brother.” My little sister had shown me similar reports about father-daughter incest before . v! a - r- ~# w1 q.I didn't say anything, so she assumed I wasn't interested in or concerned about that.

"What a pity, he got caught." My younger sister seemed to feel some sympathy for that beastly father. This isn't a good sign . "What's there to pity? He deserved to be caught.
He doesn't cherish women at all!" I said, though I wasn't entirely sure. At this moment, my sister had turned around, and we started making love face-to-face. I secretly glanced at my younger sister ... The younger sister squinted her eyes and did another big up-and-down motion. After regaining her senses, what she said made my penis grow bigger. "Brother, how about I make my daughter your wife?" " Yes !! Yes!! Yes!!" After three loud shouts , the younger sister also ejaculated three times. "This little slut!" came the voice of the second sister behind me. “You’re not as slutty as me! You…you…” My little sister was powerless from my ministrations, and her retorts were also powerless. “ I have something good for you today, but if you say anything more, I won’t give it to you! Hehe.” My second sister’s breasts slid back and forth across my neck through her clothes. To stabilize my rear, I had no choice but to grab one of her breasts, finally fixing my second sister in place. My second sister bit my ear. “I’ll do it for you tonight, hehe . I’m going upstairs to check on Mom first.” My second sister pressed my hand down and rubbed my breasts a few times before getting away. She then gave my younger sister a hard slap on the bottom . My little sister tensed up, her vaginal muscles twitching. Seeing that it was about time, I ejaculated inside her amidst her loud cries . " Oh ! I forgot to tell you to wear a condom, how did you ejaculate inside? Today is my ovulation period." Afterwards, the little girl asked me innocently. I angrily bit her little mouth a few times, and then pinched her two little breasts a few times . Only then did the little thing shut up and snuggle into my arms . Stroking the smooth back of the little one in her arms, she heard footsteps and her second sister's voice. "Great news! You don't have to worry anymore. We won't have to worry about getting pregnant anymore . My research has made a major breakthrough!" Turning around, she saw not only her second sister, but also her eldest sister and mother. Could it be that her mother's dream was really going to come true ? I looked down at my little sister in my arms. " Brother , I want to give you a daughter!" she said earnestly, blinking her eyes. "Hoo...hoo...hoo..." When I sleep with my mother, I always wake up before her, and then I patiently listen to her amusing, soft snores while staring blankly at the ceiling. This habit of mine ...

I developed this habit a long time ago, and even before my mother was pregnant, I did it every day until my second sister came to call me.
We
would only actually get out of bed to wash up after breakfast.
Today
was no exception. My happy cock soaked in my mother's vagina all night. The temperature in a pregnant woman's vagina is relatively high,
and my cock felt quite good inside. My mother's vagina was completely dedicated to warming my cock ; a fleshy heater . Last night , it was just me, my eldest sister, and my mother in bed. My younger sister and second sister whispered something and then ran off to sleep in my second sister's room. Although my eldest sister was there as a substitute for sex, once I got aroused, she was the first to beg for mercy . During foreplay, I licked her until she squirted once, then my mother and I ganged up on her and made her squirt again. The last time was when I penetrated her anus. At that moment, my older sister could see that she was losing control. The sound of the liquid and gas spurting out of her vagina and rubbing together was so similar to the sound of a fart. My usually serious older sister rarely did something so funny, which of course made my mother and me laugh out loud . My older sister blushed and repeatedly said she couldn't go on. While my mother and I cleaned her body with towels and helped soothe her cramped little toe, we teased her, who was still limp and slumped there. Her soaked body was like cooked noodles, soft and powerless, lying there pleadingly looking at my still erect penis. My mother's vagina was a little red and swollen; I was afraid she couldn't take it, so I didn't continue thrusting inside her . My mother, who cherished me like her own life, lovingly stroked me with her hand, the gurgling sounds of her and my older sister swallowing constantly. Not wanting me to suffer too much, she finally pulled up my still somewhat dazed older sister, and the two of them sucked for almost an hour before I finally ejaculated. When I gently pulled my penis out of my mother's body, she only let out a slight whimper . Then she rolled over and continued to sleep soundly like a lazy, fat cat, completely lacking any elegance. As my penis withdrew, a stream of white liquid flowed onto my thigh. I quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped it off. My older sister's clothes weren't in the room ; she must have gone out for her morning exercise early. My morning exercise ... The location had already changed to the bed. I jumped out of bed, went to the window, and gently pulled back the curtains. It was foggy outside, and I couldn't see anything clearly. According to my biological clock, it should be a little before 6 a.m.

My older sister doesn't know if she's back yet . Staying outside for too long in this weather isn't good for her health. The "Awooo! Awooo..." sounds muffled through the glass. It's a Tibetan Mastiff that my aunt across the street, who's a bit dark-skinned, keeps. I
asked a friend in Tibet to buy it for me. Every morning it barks to show its identity . The existence of q7 i & m w1 n2 o- d0 \8 q/ t! h6 \0 g% q7 d. r7 e% b/ q3 p$ y& {$ m . c/ f% - u$ r$ t3 q8 q1 m3 @Since we got it, the other dogs in the villa area don't dare to bark anymore. Speaking of my beautiful aunt, ever since my uncle took her teenage new wife abroad, she's become increasingly sullen and unhappy . My mother has advised her to remarry, but she refuses. She's such a strange person. My beautiful little cousin lives with my aunt, while my cool little cousin has been taken abroad by my uncle to enjoy a life of luxury. My aunt initially enrolled my younger cousin in a private girls' school, but soon the students there, jealous of her looks, frequently bullied her. So, my aunt hired a private tutor. However, it turned out the tutor was a lesbian and wanted to have sex with my younger cousin. Terrified, my younger cousin told my aunt, who then angrily stopped hiring a tutor. Luckily, my older sister was free, so my mother asked her to tutor my younger cousin. Fortunately , the older sister had a good mental fortitude and didn't cause any trouble. My little cousin and aunt have visited a few times. Each time they come, my penis undergoes a test , because every time I see my little cousin, my penis involuntarily stands up, and then it gets relentlessly ravaged by my jealous little cousin. The outermost edge of this land is dense thickets of towering trees. Beyond the trees are farmlands radiating from the water conservancy center , then a shimmering artificial lake, and then the servants' quarters . Crossing the thick security zone, the innermost part is where my family of five and my aunt, the Black Beauty, now live. It was a villa area prepared for us, a group of people who got rich first. The construction of the villa area imitated foreign farms and castles. The land occupied by the entire villa area was the farmland owned by our large family back then . Now , there are specialized people responsible for planting and harvesting on farmland. Living in a villa, I just need to collect the money. I never imagined I would become the kind of person described in childhood books as a "landlord." Ultimately , this is thanks to the policies, haha , I digress. My grandparents passed away, and the bulk of their inheritance went to my father. Then my father passed away, and at that time, the family ...

The rules of inheritance back then weren't as complicated as they are now, and there wasn't much competition for power. As the eldest son, I
naturally
should inherit these things. But the story doesn't end there. Several uncles left, scattered, or died. Then,
an uncle who started engaging in shady dealings did our family a huge favor; he secretly manipulated things behind the scenes . Then , miraculously, a will made by the grandfather appeared (when the grandfather died, he only verbally said how to divide the family property).

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